Apocalyptic Forecast

At the moment in the clouds, above the bridge of the ivy skyship

Hundreds of huge displays shroud the entire battlefield, reflecting all changes and disputes.

With the opening of the Sifang Gate, I don't know how many teams are constantly pouring into the central tower, rushing to the battlefield, and inch by inch opponents vying for space.

But the big screen right in the middle revealed an overly young face.

When the frivolous smile that had been hanging on his face dissipated, it was completely different from the past. The dark eyes were calm and deep, as if they were reflecting an invisible abyss.

"Like a dragon, it's terrible."

Pan Delong sighed: "When we encounter such an enemy, it seems that our luck is really not good."

Behind him, Harley Quinn, who had just recovered from his injury, couldn't help shaking his head.

"When we met the ivory tower, we knew how bad luck we were?" He scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Pan Delong, shall we not lose?"

"Will you lose?"

Pan Delong squinted and looked over: "Harry Quinn, if you work on probability a little, you won't say such stupid things."

"Please don't make it difficult for a linguistics teacher to learn mathematics?"

Harley Quinn shook his head helplessly and leaned over, just like the harlequin referred to by his own code name, and bowed to the ‘Master’ in front of him in a nondescript manner, sincerely enlightening him:

"Honorable old gentleman, what is your opinion on the victory or defeat?"

"Originally, seven or three points."

"Who is seven?" He asked subconsciously.

Pan Delong didn't even bother to answer.

Harley Quinn's eyes widened, "Isn't that a loss?"

"Our enemy is the tower of ivory. It is the last afterglow left in the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven. The giant that has dominated the entire academic world for 110 years is the behemoth that the imperial university of Rome bowed down to it. The great master of the world, the miracle incarnation of walking on earth, our next opponent is the Frost Giant Legion, leading them is the youngest anointed person in history, the military attache rated S rank by the Asian Astronomical Society..."

Pan Delong asked suspiciously, "Challenging such a person, do you think, why can't we lose?"

"..."

Harry Quinn was taken aback and looked left and right.

Because Pan Delong's voice didn't hide anything, it even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members looked back blankly, and looked at the back of the old man.

"Is there anything to fuss about?"

The old man also looked back at them, and asked indifferently: "Did we come here to lose? Are we to surrender and persist until now?

From Rome, to London, and then to America, the long journey of dislocation, division, struggle, poverty and hunger... Four hundred years of suffering has not knocked us down-as it is today, we still stand on the shoulders of giants!

The sages who laid the name of the Ivy League in those years overwhelmed all the obstacles and finally sent us here. Don't say silly things about going home when you see the mountains again. "

The thin old man opened his mouth and roared at his subordinates like a lion: "The road behind, we have to walk by ourselves!"

"Will you lose? Will you fail? Or are you afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Is that trivial thing worth talking about?

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"This is just the first step. Even if we lose, there will be a second and a third step... As long as we don't die, the challenge will continue!

It is not only because of fear of the anger of the patriarchs, nor is it because of fear that later generations will laugh. But for what we represent, the noble dream passed down for 357 years.

Even though the enemy is an invincible master, the soul of the follower will not bow under the shadow of truth if the soul of the follower is still a day! "

In the dead silence, Pan Delong's eyes widened, his old pupils were like wildfire burning with inheritance, staring at every face.

"So, hold your chest up, guys, don't bow your heads."

He raised his head and solemnly told everyone here: "We have done what we can do, and we have done what we could not do in the past.

After such a long chase, we finally stood on the same starting line as our opponent! "

"Regardless of success or failure, our efforts will not be wasted."

"Because one day, the pursuit of you and my life will become a new cornerstone, making the monument of Ivy League above the White Tower!"

He said:

"——Victory will ultimately belong to us!"

When Pan Delong raised his hand and clenched his fist, the thin silence was broken by 100,000 times the turbulent enthusiasm. The humming sound was like thunder, as the thin old man burst out from a height of tens of millions of meters.

The atmosphere that had gradually become tense now became extremely restless.

A wildfire ignited from those fanatical eyes.

And this announcement is also being passed on to the ears of every Ivy League member on the battlefield in different ways, making this noble dream, which has been passed down for nearly 400 years, echoes in every chest and dispels all. Hesitation and anxiety.

Between countless thunder and storm guards, the light of the foreign underworld once again spread to all directions.

The miracles from America travel in hell, with the truth from America!

After waiting for too many years, those souls who were eager for victory once again challenged their unattainable opponents.

For victory!

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After the mastermind of the war chip took over the command of the entire battlefield, Pan Delong finally took over the authority at hand and went to the login area through the elevator.

During a short wait, he asked the people next to him, "How is Liz?"

"Already arrived at the battlefield, very good condition."

Harley Quinn tilted his head and glanced at the display on his arm, and raised his brows: "Also, she asked me to tell you: Everything is good, but it's too wordy, please shorten it to less than ten seconds next time. ."

Pan Delong was taken aback, then laughed.

"This is too hard for a man."

As the elevator doors opened, a hurricane swept across the deck area, and a jet-black aircraft was at the end, waiting for a long time.

In the driver's seat, the colonel smoked his last cigarette, turned his head to look at Pan Delong who was sitting, frowning: "Old man, are you sure you want to go up in person? It doesn't matter if you are one less, the battlefield is not your classroom."

"Students are already in battle. Teachers must always lead the way and set an example."

Pan Delong put on his helmet and showed a mocking smile under his face mask: "Don't show off your resume to the old paratroopers of the Battle of Baghdad...boy, it's ten years too early for me to be old!"

Yes, that's right.

He hasn't grown old yet, he can move on.

The giants carrying the ivy have not fallen yet!

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"Is that so?"

Iron crystal seat, the captain looked down at the report submitted-all members of the troupe appeared on the battlefield three minutes ago.

And the group of Ivy League guys seemed to have knocked the aphrodisiac, one by one panting hard, rushing upwards desperately. The unprepared scholar team and the exploratory team were beaten by this group of goods, and the freezing cabin was almost running out.

The captain scratched his head in distress: "It seems that those guys are really fighting..."

"I have been blocked in front by the stumbling block of the ivory tower for so many years, no matter who is anxious?" The chief secretary calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted his index.

Ensure the stability of the heaven matrix and maintain the secret instrument.

Excessive power running in the iron crystal seat has turned this giant submarine into a gunpowder barrel. As long as it loses a little balance, it will probably collapse.

Not only is the newly born kingdom of heaven recorded still womb, but the great master will probably suffer serious damage.

Without the help of the Utopia host and the three wise men, such a huge secret instrument is still too reluctant for individuals-all energy must be used to deal with it, and there is no time for him to take care of it.

The task of the captain is also not light, but he glanced at the chief officer with a leisurely face, and even was still busy, pinching the stopwatch to make tea on the spot, and couldn't help shaking his head.

"Can't you be a little nervous?"

"What's the use of being nervous? Since I can't roll up my sleeves and rush down to beat people, why not drink tea here and cultivate one's body?"

The chief of staff took the tea spoon and the weighing scale that he handed in the laboratory, and concentrated on calculating the quantity of tea in micrograms. A row of formulas was written on the powdered paper to calculate, and finally the tea year and the last The influence of soup quality...

In the end, the accurately calculated tea leaves were ground into powder-more than ten times the conventional amount plus a pile of some that shouldn't be in the teapot, put them into boiling water, and put the lid on.

Next, there is only a waiting full of expectations.

Soon after the two cups were highly extracted in the alchemy kettle, the alchemy potion that had become a stimulant polymer to some extent was placed in front of the captain.あ奇奇 Novels 蛧ヤ~7~1~7~(ωωω).qq7(1)

Just look at the dark color and know that there will be nothing good after drinking...

"Come on?"

The chief of staff asked expectantly.

The captain picked up the teacup, and just sniffed it, and the illusion of a renewal of life emerged-he began to wonder if the old guy was bought by the opposite side and started to poison the iron crystal seat.

Why hasn't your technology improved at all after so many years?

"Next time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ next time..."

He hesitated again and again, after all, he still didn't have the courage to try, and even involuntarily tried to lean back a little bit and stay away from the teacup.

"Didn't you say the same last time?"

"The last time is different from this time!" The captain rolled his eyes and asked after all, "Do you really plan to do nothing?"

"do nothing."

The chief secretary slid his poison-grade tea and calmly replied: "Since there is a voice in the iron crystal seat, there shouldn't be a second one.

Only one protagonist is needed on the stage, and all the interference of those of us behind the scenes will have unpredictable consequences for the mystery in the stage of'convergence of events'. "

As he said, he looked up and asked: "If the secret room murder was finally solved by the uncle who sells morning tea on the side of the road, the reader will definitely not buy it? When all the causes and effects have been connected, any'mechanical descent' will be The story itself caused irreparable damage.

Foster, I know you disagree with our agreement with the Ivy League, but the more urgent it is, the more patience is needed. "

"It's this set again..."

"Otherwise? Since you have agreed to something, you must do it, regardless of whether you are with the enemy or yourself, this is how you should live an open life!"

The secretary pushed the teacup over, looked into his eyes, and told him.

"Come on, have tea!"

"..."

The corner of Foster's eyes jumped wildly, and his scalp was numb in the expectant gaze of his old friend.

"I hope everything goes well."

He sighed, picked up the teacup, raised his head, and drank it.

In front of him, countless hallucinations began to emerge, and in this sudden bitterness, he finally realized something.

There are some **** agreements, but it doesn’t matter if you don’t follow them...

Unfortunately, it's too late.