Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

Huai Shi was stunned.

I have never heard such awe-inspiring words from the opponent's mouth, incredible.

Suddenly, there was a subtle shock of standing at the bottom of the valley and being overlooked from the moral high ground.

Are your gangs in other places so polite?

"That's why there will always be people who say, do you inspectors have problems in their minds..." Michelle shook his head, "Huai Shi, in your opinion, is there only one way to solve this problem in this world?"

"Uh... Now that you have done it, that..."

Huai Shi scratched his head: "The wildfire can't be burned, and the spring breeze is blowing again?"

"The Ivy League is an inseparable focus of the American lineage. The elimination of the Ivy League means the complete extinction of the American lineage... You try to burn the American lineage?"

Michelle sneered: "If Russell really has the ability to rebuild the Utopia, Unity and the Great Mystery of the present world, it might not be impossible... But the American lineage is gone, where did he look for Pillars as a substitute? In the 22nd century, don’t take out the logic that is still in the primitive era, okay?"

The corner of Huai Shi's eyes twitched.

This familiar harsh tone and sharp words...

I feel like I am standing in front of my eyes with a replica of the Great Master.

——Are you two using the same brand of mouthwash?

"Although I don't understand why Russell values ​​an executioner like you so much, as the issuer of your nominal graduation certificate, let me make up this lesson for you."

Michelle raised his head and looked down at the young man in front of him: "As a sublimator, there is nothing wrong with life and death, but for teachers, such an approach is not worth boasting.

Ivory Tower and Ivy League are certainly incompatible in certain areas, but in the final analysis, we are not organizations formed for the pursuit of violence-knowers do not demonstrate authority by violence!

Even the struggle in the academic field is often cruel, and every means is used, but for scholars, nothing is more precious than life. "

Michel said, "The Gauls used to cut off their heads in ten seconds for a scholar who only came out in a thousand years, but even after another one thousand years, there will be no more creator like Lavoisier... After Archimedes was stabbed to death by the Romans, there was no Archimedes in this world!

For thousands of years, countless scholars have been diligently seeking to replace destruction with creation, and replace swords with morality. Even if it is too early for us, this should not be a reason to give up virtue and show animality. "

He stared at the young man in front of him, and told him word by word: "We inject intellect into our self-learning and mystery, hoping that one day it can overcome cruel evil and bring about the reincarnation of good!"

Pure power represents pure nothingness.

Sometimes, this power will turn into a mirror, reflecting the appearance of the user.

In shock, Huai Shi suddenly recalled what Tong Ji had said to herself: After becoming a sublimator, no matter what kind of goal it was initially, she will eventually become an idiom solitaire and do whatever she wants.

But compared with doing whatever you want, doing something is really precious.

It is true that in the face of power, both good and evil will be magnified thousands of times.

But because of this, the importance of'moderation' will be more prominent.

Even if he had already experienced this kind of truth, Huai Shi still touched Huai Shi when he said such words from Michelle.

"I thought bankers and big capitalists didn't care about their lives."

He couldn't help but sigh.

He really did not expect to hear this from someone from the base camp of capitalists and bankers.

"Death is a loss that must be avoided. In order to create greater value when a person lives, it is natural to avoid the destruction of greater value in meaningless struggles."

Michelle glanced at him: "If we didn't regret this, why should we make any agreement?

The direct war escalation, call here, let the tower of ivory and the American lineage each produce a fifth-order one, which determines the ownership of this hell... Isn't this more straightforward? "

Huai Shi was speechless.

After all, until now, it seems that few people have died on both sides at all-at least compared with the real endless war, it can be said to be a happy one.

It can be said that the Ivy League still maintains the reservedness of scholars. Even when the theater company invaded the carriage when they were here, it did not take the initiative to attack the group of students who did not have the ability to resist.

The greatest possible avoidance of death and injury.

Even Michelle didn't really kill him after he surrendered.

There is no shortage of meals for three meals, with meat and vegetables, and a balanced intake.

Just let Huai Shi brush her favors below, and allow the Tower of Ivory to pay a ransom to redeem herself.

This aristocratic treatment is really enough.

Huai Shi scratched his head and calculated carefully. Instead, it was the mercenaries and large groups of both sides who were really responsible for the hard work... Isn't the tool person counted as human?

But the nightmare eye who came to be a tool man hasn't spoken yet, what is Huai Shi talking about.

I can only go through the process first and start to tremble with air. Can the world be better... How on earth are our tool people alive and you are satisfied... Tears are not fighting... full of pressure on tool people... When will you stand up... ...The **** is empty...

After the process was over, he discovered that he was patronizing punches.

Where did you go?

On the opposite side of the table, Michelle embraced her arms and looked at this guy who dared to distract himself in class, becoming more and more unhappy.

I haven't seen this kind of strange skeletal surprise in many years, and it's still a prisoner who doesn't realize it at all.

This made him have a long-lost urge to hit others.

No, no, you can't do what Mikhail was like...

He suppressed his anger, retracted his gaze, got up and walked to the back of the bridge, waved his hand, causing the huge outer wall to slowly lower, exposing the busy laboratory behind.

Beckoned towards Huai Shi.

Motioned him to follow.

The huge laboratory is busy, and the center of all research and testing is undoubtedly the two sub-control cores suspended in the air.

One was disassembled, and the other was a deformed eight-armed puppet.

The face of the puppet is solemn and cold, like a **** and Buddha.

But underneath the shell is nothing but an empty shell.

Just like the legacy of the gods of the past.

"[Growers]."

He suddenly heard Michelle say this.

"According to the historical data unearthed in the **** here, the caster in the sub-control center is called as such. It is one of the thirteen sages of the hour and the same name as the one who changes.

Different from the exquisite concept and unpredictable style that the changer is good at, the grower is the caster who is best at large-scale casting and the reproduction of creations. According to our research, he has completely realized his creation like the von Neumann machine The duplication and evolution of, the out-of-control mechanical city we see today is all the result of its creation before its destruction. "

Michelle said without looking back: "If I'm right, the one you unearthed from the refinery should be the [transformer], and the one in the temple should be the [constant], right?"

"I know the one who changes."

Huai Shi shrugged: "I was not directly involved in the research on the iron crystal seat, and before I could read the summary report, I was brought to your side.

Before that, I didn't even know anything about it. "

He carefully looked at the research center in front of him, as if he hadn't seen a bumpkin, he was surprised.

Michelle held his hand forward and asked casually: "What about hell, how much do you know?"

Huai Shi answered truthfully: "Except for the remains of the past era and the past world, not much is known."

"So, the reason for the formation of hell?"

Huai Shi thought for a long time, and answered seriously: "The decline of the world and the increase in depth."

When the world is unable to usher in decline, unable to maintain its own depth, and descend towards the abyss, under the invasion of the abyss, it will lead to the birth of hell.

Like a tomb in the past, everything was buried in the soil, and gradually disappeared in the darkness.

"It doesn't sound ignorant at all."

Michelle paused, and looked back at Huaishi, as if he was surprised that he knew something about it.

"Aside from classical music, I can be regarded as an assistant lecturer in Abyssal Ecology of the Ivory Tower anyway, don't you think I am illiterate?"

Michelle listened, but nodded in agreement: "The assistant is better than the illiterate."

You still stop talking.

Huai Shi rolled her eyes and wanted to hit someone.

"In fact, there is nothing wrong with what you just said. Sometimes **** is born due to the decline and death of the world, but the dead world will not leave many traces..."

Michelle paused and smiled mockingly: "Most of the hells we see today are made by man."

"What do you mean?" Huai Shi frowned.

"The literal meaning-no one will accept death willingly, Huai Shi, before the end comes, more or less, will resist.

What we see now is the result of their resistance. "

Michelle said unhurriedly: "When the intensification began, the people here must have been desperate... I can see that they tried many ways, but they didn't work in the end.

Fear leads to madness, while arrogance leads to destruction.

In the end, what they chose was to recreate their own paradise in the dead world—recreating the earth, recreating everything, recreating the day and night, and recreating everything...even they even created a perpetual motion machine called “perpetual freezing”. The heart of the furnace and the immortal machine that makes people live forever.

In the end, with their amazing attainments and technology, they successfully regained everything, but everything was still completely unrecognizable. Since they accepted the gift from the master of the **** workshop, this ending has been doomed. "

In the indifferent voice without mercy, Michel declared the result: "They ushered in a desperate situation, incurring evil consequences that are ten thousand times more tragic than destruction.

The final result is this land of twilight frozen at the dying end. "

As Michelle moved forward, the door in front of him opened for the first time. Unknowingly, they had entered the core of the airship, scattered in the wheel room of countless equipment.

In the hot air, the staff rushed around, as if preparing for some task urgently, a hustle and bustle.

But Huaishi felt a chill and dizziness.

Almost unsteady.

When the truth of Twilight Land was exposed in front of Huai Shi, the scenes and wailing in those hallucinations seemed to ring in my ears again.

Those settled underground, almost forming the despair of the tide.

It is hard to imagine what kind of result they will eventually usher in, but being able to have such a huge resentment staying here proves how terrifying the inhuman torture is.

The world on the verge of extinction has become the **** in front of us under the bewitching of the **** workshop owners. Obviously it looks empty, but in the perception of Shao Siming, it is full of countless pain and despair, which is suffocating.

He finally realized what Beelzebub had complained about.

The more keen the perception, the more you know, the more you can feel the hideousness hidden in it.

He rubbed his forehead and raised his head to ask:

"Why are you telling me this?"

Michelle's footsteps finally stopped, in front of the console.

"You just incidentally..."

The gray-haired middle-aged man finally turned around, looked at him, and asked contemptuously: "Mikhail, you must be looking at me, right?"

He stared at Huai Shi's eyes, as if he could see the figure hidden behind Huai Shi.

And in the iron crystal seat at this moment, there was a crow standing on the bracket in front of the huge curtain, and the light from its pupils projected the greetings from Michelle into the air.

The people in charge changed slightly.

The Grand Master still held his arms around, unmoved.

Just stared at Michel's face indifferently, without saying a word.

But Michelle seemed to have received a response, showing a mocking sneer.

"——Look up, this time, I have come in front of you!"

As soon as the voice fell, behind Michelle, the airship's cabin suddenly opened, and the heavy shell of the airship opened slowly while countless machines were in motion.

It reveals the cursed world bathed in darkness and **** rain outside.

When the thunder in the clouds suddenly traversed, it illuminated the hideous outline above the earth.

The searchlights were lit up one by one, casting the icy incandescent light onto the ground below, revealing the magnificent outline of that huge man-made object.

It was a building made up of countless steel, a jaw-dropping geometric object.

In just a few days, a pyramid of more than two hundred meters rose from the ground on the clearing ground-an Aztec pyramid!

Just under the connection of countless complicated routes, this outsider's building has been deeply wedged between the machinery of the Twilight Country, forcibly combined with each other into one.

Huai Shi could vaguely see that Liz, wearing a sacrificial robe, was walking on the ground under the torrential rain.

Holding a border relic from the American lineage.

Step by step, he stepped up the stairs of the pyramid and walked towards the totem representing the gods of the old days.

The secret instrument from the present realm is about to operate here.

With every step taken, the metal pyramid will suddenly transform into an ancient building. When he walks out halfway, wherever he has passed, the entire pyramid seems to have gone through thousands of years, and countless emerges Traces of moss and broken.

But the tyrannical divinity that rises in it is becoming clearer~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This pyramid is gradually transforming from a fake into a real god's residence...

At this moment, on the airship, hundreds of elementary furnaces have been activated suddenly, burning elementary crystals, accumulating huge power, and providing power for the next secret instrument.

But Huai Shi felt that it was black before.

Can't help but want to retreat.

The hair is creepy.

Just in front of the console, a decayed figure wearing a crown slowly emerged. The vestments were still solemn and the crown was gorgeous, but the face under the crown was a gloomy skeleton.

It is still what he once saw in the underground world, that is the phantom of the sun-forge!

The people around seemed unaware of this, still running in a hurry, Huaishi was dumbfounded, wondering if they should be reminded.

But when he hesitated, Michelle strode out toward the joystick behind the Suncaster.

"Wait..." Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to stop.

But Michelle remained unmoved, still moving forward indifferently, pressing harder. As he walked into the phantom of the sun-caster, his steps stopped for a moment. It was as if I could see the scene in Huai Shi's eyes, but there was no fear or withdrawal.

He said something softly, and moved forward without hesitation, crushing the afterimage of the past.

In his hands, the last joystick was pulled down.

At that moment, the town of twilight was shocked.

The harsh screams suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the darkness, stinging everyone's eardrums.

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Tomorrow seems to be the first anniversary of Apocalypse upload... Hope the update will be smoother...

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