Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

Huaishi felt out of breath.

In the dimness, he held up the candle, stepped on the steps, and slowly descended... as if stepping into the bottom of the sea.

Under his feet, layers of darkness are rippling like tides.

Huai Shi felt a little numb in her toes.

I stopped, moved my feet, and felt the faint stiffness of the ankles-the places that were not illuminated are gradually petrifying.

The further down, the stronger the curse echoing in the darkness. Even if it is slightly supported by the fire, and a shadow is formed for a short time, it will form a faint petrification on the skin surface.

Fortunately, as long as it is not too deep, this process is still reversible for Shao Si Ming's resistance.

He paused for a while, moved his stiff body on the spot, and looked around.

Beyond the lonely downward staircase, there is a vast darkness.

It does not conform to common sense at all.

He felt that no matter how hard he worked, even walking back to the iron crystal seat would be enough. But still did not leave the scope of the sub-control center.

Now he suddenly felt that this long road might have just begun.

He needs to continue down...

Under the guidance of a lingering back figure, he rushed into the darkest place as if he was seeking his own way.

Huai Shi felt that she must be crazy.

The darkness that had condensed into substance was too cold, as if to take away all his temperature and make him freeze here. Even Shao Si Ming felt tired. It's a pity that the candle-bearing crows are all driving up behind him, otherwise they can at least be illuminated.

During the long trek, he gasped for a moment and continued to walk down.

"Beelzebub, are you there?"

He wants to find someone to talk about. If it doesn't work, it's okay to have a paragraph of Tong Lin Chuan.

"I'm not here……"

Beelzebub rarely lost interest in talking, and sounded listless: "Don't pay attention to me, I'm going to die."

"What's wrong?" Huai Shi asked.

"Brother, you still asked me what's wrong... Don't you know that you are playing the dungpit butterfly marathon?" Beelzeb complained, "I'm almost out of breath."

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi was stunned and looked around: "It's been tens of millions of years, where is the dung?"

"For example, do you understand, for example?"

Beelzebub deeply felt that his flies were not easy: "Don't you feel terribly uncomfortable? Amplify it ten thousand times, that's how I feel."

"Isn't it?"

"I feel like there are more than a dozen cabinets hitting my toes every second. What do you think? If the Three Sages system is still there, I have long complained about your abuse like a spirit!"

Beelzebub said angrily, "Before I became a pistol, is Osiris' radar system good?... Even if the detection range is shortened now, it is impossible to bear this. You just feel a little uncomfortable. , I'm almost suffocated."

"What do you feel?"

"I don't know how to tell you... I'm making an analogy with you. It's like you are walking the night road alone, and when you are walking, you suddenly realize that the night road is very lively. There are 100,000 people standing quietly in hell. Aiming at you, secretly preparing pots and pans and other ingredients to send out something to eat and broadcast.

Seriously, I want to have a mouth, I've already vomited out... can I shoot twice? I'll be fine with two shots! "

"Not allowed, **** it back."

Huaishi coldly pushed the pistol back into the holster.

After this interruption in Beelzebub, he finally felt better.

But in fact, without Bezeb’s reminder, he himself could feel it...the pain and madness that filled the air like a tide.

They rise and fall with the darkness, like gravel in the tide.

Even with a casual rub, you can pinch out a handful of ashes.

Occasionally when you pass by those broken and broken fences and machines that can't tell what they are, you can feel the resentment and anger remaining in the steel by reaching out and touching them.

The combination of those desperate origins and the precipitation of **** is so precise that it has completely become another unbearable existence.

As if walking between the tombstones.

Everyone’s screams and wailing were posted on the tombstone, recording the appearance of everyone sinking into death little by little.

Fortunately, the trek to the deepest part of this darkness did not last long.

Because the road has come to an end.

He saw Condra's rickety back again.

He stood in front of the door full of cracks and scratches, like a ghost with nowhere to go.

When he slowly turned his head, the swollen face finally peeled off from above, revealing countless fast-moving gears and fine machinery underneath...

Like a beast hollowed out by a bug, those fine parts were squirming like living things, slowly poking out from inside, and then shrinking back.

His lips closed silently.

It seems to have said something.

But it disappeared abruptly, leaving no trace.

Huai Shi raised his hand behind him, and the paradise guards squeezed their weapons and waited for them, following him a little bit forward.

Close to the door that has been sealed in dust for countless years.

It was like steel cast after fusion of countless bones, and countless limbs-like veins were entangled in one place on the gate, forming a complicated lock, which sewed the entire gate together.

But at this moment, the door made a shrill sound.

The dust shook off, and the ancient words hidden behind the dust were exposed in front of him.

I don't know how much hatred and despair he has in order to hold a knife and axe and retain such deep marks and marks. Just looking at that line of text, it seemed that countless wailing sounds suddenly sounded.

Like the ocean tide.

Huai Shi was black before her eyes, staggering back.

But the illusion quickly disappeared.

Become a beast licking its wounds, roaring and murmuring in pain.

"When the sun disappears, we produce the sun."

Those ancient words whispered in his ear: "If the night leaves us, then we will create the arrival of the night. We will eventually regain everything we have lost..."

"Even if you lose everything for this!"

With deep pain and anger, such words seemed to be imprinted in his mind, making Huaishi dizzy.

Just when it was difficult for him to breathe, in front of him, the huge door was slowly opening. On the door leaf, the clasped limbs shattered, broke, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

And in the harsh roar, countless years of darkness in the dust gush out from it.

In Huai Shi's hands, the flame he held high was instantly blown out by the storm.

On his head, the crown belonging to the prince of Paradise instantly appeared and lit up, struggling to hold up the tyrannical darkness for him.

Light up the darkest part of the scene.

From the scars left over thousands of years ago...

In a magnificent hall like worshipping a god, there is no display or decoration at this moment, and it is empty and huge to make people scary. But with the advent of light, everything sleeping in the darkness was illuminated.

It resembles the seal erected by alchemy.

There are countless shackles extending from those secret instruments that resemble a matrix, hanging down, entangled with each other, and tightly bound a group of creeping darkness in this hall.

But now, with the opening of the door, the darkness that had slept for thousands of years was awakened, and it surged wildly like boiling.

Struggling frantically.

Huai Shi's hair is terrifying.

What's wrong.

Where is the problem...

Why is there such a link like playing a game? Why is coming here like a copy? Why is the mechanism here as if the player will start monsters when they come here? Why was he suddenly able to understand those words?

From the very beginning, his actions fell into the control of something.

Including entering here!

At first it was only a vague premonition, but at this moment he was completely certain.

Inexplicably, the dignified skeleton emerged from his consciousness. Just as he understood something, he suddenly heard a harsh scream.

"——■■■!!!!!!"

Severe head pain.

As if he had seen a volcanic eruption up close, he could feel that despair, pain, and anger that had almost formed a reality burst out of the bound darkness.

The sound of the chain breaking is endless.

Along with the rapid changes in darkness, struggles and explosions, countless shackles turned into dust, and they were spilt towards the earth.

In the middle of the sky, the sticky darkness suddenly bulged.

Something was squirming below.

Suddenly, a palm-like limb pierced out of it, followed by another, and another...Three dry palms tore away the darkness.

It was just like a baby slipping out of the foul-smelling black blood plasma ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a viscous liquid, falling on the ground, convulsing crazily and struggling.

It can be vaguely distinguished that it is a human form, but the limbs have become extremely weird. Most of his body has been liquefied into a black viscous substance, which is the essence of the essence formed by countless despair and pain, and it is faint from it. You can see the broken bones.

When the liquid of pain and despair fell from the mutilated body, it revealed clothes made of steel. What once seemed to be an elegant and gorgeous robe, but now it is incomplete and has become some kind of debris-like fragments.

Obviously, his whole body was distorted and not decent, but in his arms, he held a strange and gorgeous lantern in his arms.

After such a long time, it still looks like new, without the slightest scratch or run-down.

It is better than the love of his own life.

Now, under the creeping darkness, the deformed bones are bathed in the black rain, slowly holding up the lantern in his hand and holding it high.

In the wind lantern, a pale flame rekindled again.

Illuminate that broken face.

And the pitch-black liquid flowing from the eye hole, like mottled blood and tears.

At that moment, Huaishi finally saw the sub-control center.

A... a living sub-control center is right in front of him!

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Sorry for the long waiting, Kavenka’s recently was too fierce, so I decided to recommend a friend’s book for sacrifice!

"Ember Gun", also known as Evangelion of the Old Century, Steampunk 2077. The Victorian enthusiastic background, the adventures of Kickmenliu detectives... well, probably.

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