Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

"I guess that guy will complain, right?"

On the iron crystal seat, under the huge alchemy reactor, the great master who was buried on the workbench suddenly raised his head.

The assistant secretary from the side suddenly smiled: "Please forgive me for being blunt. If you are here, maybe you will really seize power and usurp... It can be seen that the Secretary is quite comfortable with this set."

"Young people nowadays don't know how to appreciate the hard work of the leaders?"

The Grand Master sighed unhappily: "That guy, maybe I don't even know the **** of his body..."

"To be honest, I can't smell anything underneath." The chief secretary raised his eyes and glanced at his boss: "Isn't your nose not smelling for so many years?"

"It's just becoming a bit different from ordinary people. Although they have lost their ordinary sense of smell, they have become more sensitive in other aspects. Sometimes I don't know whether the accident was good or bad."

The Grand Master's movements paused for a moment, and then he laughed mockingly: "Maybe 20 years earlier, I will be ecstatic about this change."

"I hope you can recover soon."

The chief secretary shrugged: "However, it is more curious now, what do you mean by the taste?"

The Grand Master has become this way since the accident of the furnace explosion.

It should be said that being able to become like this is enough to show the great master's ultimate attainments in alchemy.

He lost 72% of his skin, suffered severe burns, lost two-thirds of his body, and suffered fatal wounds to his heart, liver, and lungs.

The stigmata was shattered, and the soul completely fell apart.

Inside the heavily closed alchemy workshop, without assistance, after 27 hours of self-treatment and struggle, he returned to the world like a miracle.

The alchemist who forged miracles once again forged his own life.

And as a price, most of the emotions and all the sense of touch are lost, and the foundation of life has been sublimated from the fragile carbon-based compound to a miraculous operation.

His whole person has become an alchemy furnace, creating miracles in his life all the time.

A black box.

No one knows the internal operating mechanism of this black box, and even many people don’t know whether the great master in front of him is the alchemist he used to be, or a self-discipline created by simulating himself before his death. Answering machine.

But the chief of affairs never doubted this.

Whether it is the severely depressed patient in the salted fish state or the man who is indifferent and indifferent in front of him, he can feel that his best friend still exists in the body in front of him, like a flame, all the time. Burning.

After abandoning the vast majority of human bodies and turning himself into a humanoid relic of the border, the Grand Master possessed a certain sense and vision beyond common sense.

While becoming more inhuman, it is getting closer to the essence of miracles.

All disguise and falsehoods are invisible in front of him.

Therefore, when the Grand Master talked about his feelings, the chief secretary did not show any shock. What he wanted to know more was what the Great Master felt in this young man.

"stench."

The Grand Master replied mercilessly, very disgusted: "It's the smell of...innocent and stubborn dead bear children! It doesn't look at the situation, the atmosphere, the suitability, or restraint, once If you start to lose your temper, you will be unstoppable.

Once something is mixed by such a person, it will always be a headache for everyone in the end.

In this regard, he is exactly the same as Russell, no wonder the two **** can see each other..."

"What else?"

"The sour smell can be smelled a few hundred meters away. How many boats did that guy step on? Why doesn't it explode on the spot now? It's not surprising that such a guy is divided by lovers one day? "

"Ahaha, young people really know how to play." The chief secretary chuckled softly, "If you want me to say, it's a great skill to make girls like it. You see, you don't have this as a master..."

The Grand Master raised his eyes and stared.

The chief of affairs shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and it was true: We have been partners for so many years, who are you scaring?

"Other than that?" the chief secretary continued to ask.

"What else?"

"To be jealous of a great master, shouldn't it be the only advantages of idealism and goodwill for women?"

"Jealous?" The Grand Master stopped his movements and frowned, "Am I jealous of him?"

"Yes, jealous."

The chief secretary raised his eyes and looked over carefully: "Let me say that after so many years, I have seen a lot of people who have made you angry, but I want to make you feel envied and unhappy from the heart... this It’s still the first one. Did my old eyes turn yellow, sir, or did I misunderstand something?"

After the great master stared at him for a long time, after all, he gave a helpless snort.

"...Isn't your old dog's nose more alert than mine?"

"Thanks for the compliment." The chief secretary asked with a smile: "So, what's the answer?"

"……bitterness."

The Grand Master was silent for a long time, and said unhappily, "There is still bitterness."

"bitterness?"

"Yes, unlike the tragic bitter almond flavor and the tortured astringency, it is a very rare bitterness-like the last bite of poison."

After so many years, the chief secretary still couldn't get used to the wonderful analogy of the great master, nor could he understand what he meant.

"The taste is not his own. It is a gift left behind, like hope. It's just that what they leave is completely different from hope, and completely different from despair."

The Grand Master pondered for a long time, and said softly: "If you insist on saying it, it's liberation, right?"

The chief is puzzled.

"Yes, liberation, end, sever-that's it, that **** doesn't know what he has done, he has killed many people or monsters, but those people have a hundred thousand points towards him before he died. Gratitude, no resentment."

Having said this, the Grand Master sneered, "I'm afraid he himself doesn't know how terrible his attraction to **** creatures is? To those solidified people who are desperate for the end, he is like a savior and the gospel.

Since I saw him at the first glance, I have understood what Russell meant... Since that old **** is not afraid that his heir will fall into the abyss, why should I be passionate? "

In a brief silence, the chief of affairs glanced at the Grand Master in astonishment: "Is this a dirty transaction tacitly understood by the top?"

"It's just a little tacit understanding that arises from too much understanding of the other party's bad conduct."

The great master snorted unpleasantly, and urged: "Be quicker, don't grind foreign work... Also, how is the battle going?"

"The news five minutes ago is stalemate."

The secretary replied: "August is in charge of the action. Although the suicidal tendency of the unpleasant guy is a bit serious, at least there will be no problem before he died."

"Is it?"

The Grand Master grinned.

Lifting his finger, he picked up the burning red cauldron beside him, and poured all the grievances and disasters into the cauldron. So, in the dancing flames, the red skull-shaped wine glass opened its mouth. , Issued a silent growl.

That's it!

This was the last thing left after the great master killed the metal baby, causing the sub-control center to completely collapse.

After peeling off all the irrelevant foreign objects and the things stored on it, what remains is the most essential function of the sub-control center.

An interface leading to the core.

"Although I have read the report, it is still a bit suspicious." The chief secretary drew closer curiously, and said with emotion: "Will this thing really be useful?"

"Try it and you'll know."

The Grand Master stretched out his hand and took out the huge metal skull from it.

Like the most exquisite wine glass, every detail is flawless.

As the fire dissipated, the red-burning skull goblet quickly returned to its original pale appearance, as if it were actually created by someone's skull.

It's just that in the originally empty cup, drop after drop of scarlet liquid is slowly permeating at this moment, emitting a delicate fragrance, just like a peerless wine.

Anyone who knew the inside story couldn't help taking a few steps back, as if they were approaching an enemy, for fear that a little bit of it would spill on themselves.

The Grand Master was holding the wine glass, and after pondering for a long time, he suddenly showed a disturbing smile: "I remember there is a blood sample of Huai Shi here? Bring it to me, and I'll add a little bit more stuff to it... That's all good. Something."

Before long, a tube of 20 milliliters of blood was spilled into the cup, causing the wine in the cup to boil instantly. But soon, the liquid that turned from scarlet to pitch black was incredibly clear ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ colorless and transparent, and no scent wafted out of it.

Only countless dream-like bubbles continue to rise from it, touching the air, silently shattering, and the dreams in it disappear without a trace.

It seems to be a carbonated drink that is very similar to happy water and also makes people happy

"Send a signal to August."

The Grand Master was holding the wine glass, and suddenly said, "Tell him that the storm is coming."

The chief secretary turned around and left in a hurry.

He returned soon and solemnly nodded to the Grand Master.

"There is only day and night, isn't it lonely?"

In the dead silence, the Grand Master raised the wine glass, as if toasting to the intangible, smiling coldly: "Let's add something to here..."

His wrist flipped.

Pour out all the liquid in the cup.

Nearly infinite sweet wines emerged from the cup, fell with the movements of the Grand Master, and disappeared in the air incredible.

Never see where to go.

It was replaced by the vibration and roar from outside the iron crystal seat.

That is the sky--

At this moment, under the dim light of dusk, a cloud layer suddenly appeared out of thin air, shrouded in this piece of land that had dried up for thousands of years.

Thunder bursts, playing the Tiangu.

The hurricane began to sweep away out of thin air, and then, as the clouds grew rapidly, a gloomy chill enveloped everyone's heart.

With the remote control of **** pressed by the Grand Master.

The storm came as promised!

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It's the last day of the month. I asked for a ticket. I finally finished the code. I started to read the event posts and tried to announce the results and rewards after dinner.