Apocalyptic Forecast

Two minutes later, in the dead silence, there were only faint vibrations and shouts from the distance and below.

The winding scarlet flows down the steps, dyeing the edges of the cracks in the ground red.

Just at the feet of Huai Shi, the crack has begun to repair and close itself, slowly creeping like a monster chewing on food.

Gradually, those limbs and faces wriggling in the pitch-like viscous liquid were no longer visible, and the wailing voice disappeared.

Huai Shi had tried to kill them, but they were completely connected to the heart of the permafrost furnace. Even if they were pulled out, they would quickly collapse into ashes. It won’t take long for the remaining ashes to be pulled by the invisible force, and after returning to the rift, it will re-form a numb face...

Everything here is like this.

It cannot be completely destroyed at all.

The metal used by the casters is the most precious and durable type of the highest achievement left over by the casters. It can even extract the source material and repair itself, almost living.

Now, these living metals connect them in series, turning them into a desperate unit...

Huai Shi glanced at the fissure behind him last, and stepped onto a higher level, heading towards the top.

As the height gradually climbed, he had come to the middle of the tower, and the style of the building he saw became more and more weird and beyond imagination.

The art from **** is displayed here.

As the tower unfolds and grows, even the walls of the tower body can no longer cover the expanding heart of the huge furnace, revealing the peaceful and peaceful ground outside.

In a beautiful world like a paradise, the large groups are still fighting fiercely, gifting scarlet blood to the earth...

And Huai Shi is still making progress.

The more you go up, the more you will be able to find that countless forked roads are closing. As long as you go up, it seems that no matter which door you choose, you can reach the only end point...All climbers will eventually gather in one place.

There are more and more enemies.

Not only Nightmare Eyes and Ivy League sublimers, but also the quirky crowds of all kinds they hired, and even scholars and alchemists... even the war machines left behind before the defeat of the Hell Workshop owner. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

The speed of advancing and climbing is getting slower and slower, and the situation is getting trickier.

Battle after battle.

Just like the wailing here, there is no end in sight...

Two hours later, Huai Shi sat wearily on the steps, staring at the messy corpse in front of him, her fingers trembling slightly.

There have been too many battles, too many enemies, even the young man who is good at recovering feels an overwhelming fatigue.

After the last elementary supply from the Ivy League was used up, his energy barely recovered.

The wounds on his arms had re-growth under the effect of the silver-blood potion, but those criss-crossed metallic scars on the body looked so tragic.

"How far is it?"

He leaned on the porch and stared at the ceiling above his head.

There was no response from the frost giants who had been severely attenuated. They only used their weapons in silence, seizing time to rest, waiting for another departure, or waiting for the enemy to appear again.

Looking up from the edge of the cracked tower, the top of the tower seemed to hang high, without pulling even a small distance, as if it had been stepping on the spot.

This climb was too long, and he was almost exhausted.

As if afraid that he would feel lonely.

The sound of iron boots rubbing against the floor once again sounded from the stairs below, and the low footsteps from the Eye of Nightmare sounded overlappingly.

Beside Huai Shi, those frost giants sitting on the ground slowly got up, took up heavy weapons, and looked back in the direction of the entrance.

There, an entire ten-person team of Nightmare Eyes slowly walked up from the stairs, with a **** breath on the armor all over the slash.

The emblem of Nightmare Eye on the shoulder and shield slowly opened.

Glow with blood red light.

They put on a shocking posture and strode forward.

The battle begins!

Huai Shi sighed, holding the sword of virtue, and slowly got up.

The blade was raised and pointed at the enemy.

No need for any orders or words, the frost giants are already rushing towards the enemy in the icy wind, the giant axe cut through the air and collided with steel.

There was a loud noise.

Sideways dodge the cursed arrows flying from behind the shield, Huai Shi stepped forward, dexterously turning around against the stabbed blade, and her palm was already pressed on the helmet of the attacker.

At that moment, the slender fingers burst out like a torrent of sound.

That is the surging flow of blood.

When washed in the slender blood vessels, when they merge into one place, there will be a real thunder!

The drum beats.

--drummer!

A terrifying force comparable to a pile driver erupted in the palm of his hand. The tyrannical force made the opponent fly upside down, knocked down several teammates, and was smashed into the wall, unable to move.

The hideous helmet quickly shattered, revealing the rough and indifferent face below, full of calm.

Even if Huai Shi stepped forward with a sword, she had never been moved.

Facing death calmly.

But Huai Shi's footsteps stopped for a moment, looking at his face, suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

The Ascender of Nightmare Eye frowned, but did not speak, his eyes dropped, waiting for death.

"Can't you talk? Are you reluctant to talk to me, or... simply can't talk?"

In the noisy hustle and bustle, Huaishi's calm voice came, "Half an hour ago, I seemed to have killed you once...Don't you remember?"

The mercenary of Nightmare Eye was stunned, and immediately, as if finally remembering something, his face became pale.

It was dull.

It seems to be unbelievable.

"It's a good habit to remember the person you killed, right?"

Huai Shi looked around, ignored the surrounding fight, pinched her chin and fell into contemplation: "So, am I being drawn closer to some illusion?

No, unless it is a crown wearer-level illusion, it should have no effect on me. The Mirror of Void could not see anything...So, what kind of effect was formed by this high tower on the frontier relic? If it can affect so many people, it should be close to the scope of miraculous imprinting, right?

To be able to have such a degree of completion, there should be laws and secrets in it, and it has not reached the level of the creator and the great master. Such technical ability...Ivy? let me see……"

After a moment of pondering, he raised his head and asked softly: "If I'm not wrong, this should be the trick of the'Theatrical Troupe', right?" Qiqi novels were published on the whole network.

Following his words, the fight came to an end.

Because all the movements of the nightmare eye stopped in place, and immediately, as if awakened from a dream, he finally realized where he was.

Looking around blankly, slowly dissipated in the air.

See you again.

However, the scenery of the surrounding high towers is changing rapidly, and magnificent decorations emerge from the air, accompanied by gorgeous murals, heavy curtains, high-hanging crystal lamps and other furnishings...

It seemed to be on a certain stage in an instant.

At first sight, it turned out to be a theater that was too gorgeous to describe in words. Outside the stage, there were countless seats on the semi-circular stands.

Countless illusory figures are looking out with delicate telescopes.

The sound of cheering came one after another.

Obviously, he was very angry at the actor Huai Shi breaking the fourth wall without authorization.

The surrounding area of ​​Huai Shi suddenly became dark. In the darkness, a beam of light suddenly fell, illuminating the old man standing there. Wearing a mask on his head, he changed back to luxurious and tasteless costumes. The fingers were full of Precious ring.

"Pan Delong." He introduced himself.

Immediately afterwards, the second light illuminates the man wearing a bachelor's costume, a high hat and glasses, introducing himself: "Doctor."

Then, the major.

Harley Quinn who has ever met.

Immediately afterwards, wearing a whalebone dress, the elegant and beautiful masked lady appeared from the light, and bowed slightly to salute: "Meeting for the first time, Mr. Huaishi, this is Isabella."

In the end, it was a young farmer dressed in ordinary attire, looking toiled and exhausted.

"I’m Pierrot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Except for the other four members who are far away, now in the town of Dusk, more than half of the'troupe' have come here, standing in front of Huai Shi .

The stingy rich man, the ignorant doctor, the timid major, the flamboyant servant, the vanity-loving lady, the cunning farmer...

The pillars that sustain the story have been propped up, and the characters appear.

Become the enemy of Huai Shi.

Huai Shi raised her brows and sighed, "Really, I thought it would be Liz."

"Liz won't come here, Huaishi, and you don't have to worry about where she is hiding in preparation for a sneak attack."

Pan Delong raised his hand, raised the brim of his head, and said solemnly: "Students have stepped onto the battlefield, and teachers should try to pave their way for the future and eliminate a little bump...

Now in front of you, only us, only the theater company. "

Huai Shi couldn't help shaking his head: "Take more and less, and in this way, how do you say such a despicable thing so high-sounding?"

"No way, it's as if some stigmas are particularly good at fighting, and some stigmas are particularly bad at it." Pan Delong responded leisurely: "Unlike other stigmas, the troupe's stigmas require full preparation to be able to perform. Basically useless...

After all, most of us are teachers and scholars, and we are not good at fighting and fighting, so once we have to fight, we will try our best to use as many enemies as possible, just like now..."

Before he finished speaking, Huaishi, without warning, drew out Lord of the Flies and aimed at Pan Delong's face.

Repeat the same technique and pull the trigger.

Ultra-compact trial organization·Lord of the Flies——Maximum effort, liberation!

The dazzling beam of light flew out silently at that moment, with a passionate high temperature, tore the old face, penetrated his body, and soared out of the theater.