Apocalyptic Forecast

Although it is difficult to breathe, but still breathing.

And it didn't take long for Huaishi to forget about it, like a silly dog ​​with its head in the sand to escape reality.

No worries about lice, no itchy debts.

In her limited life, Huai Shi understands a truth: no matter how humans work to save money, when it is time to spend it, it will always be spent... If you don’t spend it, others might help you spend it. , Or never have the chance to spend again.

Isn't it money?

Make no more...

Already accustomed to the intense pain of inner twitching, Huai Shi held up the teacup with tears and drank it in one go.

Then froze in place.

"how do you feel?"

The chief of affairs came up and looked at him expectantly: "I used the new formula this time. The effect should be good, right?"

"...This feeling is so cool!"

Huai Shi lowered her head in disbelief, looked at the tea cup in her hand, and felt a wonderful tea fragrance still lingering around her mouth. The tea that was drunk into the abdomen seemed to rise, bringing a continuous and wonderful response, which made him breathe out, sweeping away the depression in his chest and calming his body and mind.

The restless heart quickly calmed down, feeling a moment of peace.

"How do you cook it?" He carefully sipped the tea soup in the cup, "I'll go back and make some preparations."

The chief of affairs laughed and looked so relieved: "Sure enough, Mr. Huai Shi, you know how to appreciate art. So, I will write down the method later. Although a lot of it depends on experience to judge, you Try more, you can always achieve my level of excellence."

"Tell me carefully." Huai Shi's eyes lit up and asked.

Just as the two people exchanged tea-making skills and cooking skills, there was a vague roar above their heads.

At this moment, the iron crystal seat was suspended in the sky, but a dark shadow appeared on the iron crystal seat's deck, gradually extending forward.

The illusory light source of the dome giant's death is obscured.

The sky-covered airship clusters roared by from a higher altitude.

The chief secretary's words stopped slightly, and he raised his head, staring at the airship cluster crashing away, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"I have to say that this angrily retreating posture is really pleasing to the eye."

As he said, he raised his teacup, said goodbye to the ivy emblem on the airship flagship, and watched the losers leave.

"farewell."

Huai Shi tried to lift her head and looked up.

Vaguely as if I could see at the top of the flagship, there were two faint shadows overlooking them, but they couldn't see clearly. But there is an outline that is very familiar.

"farewell."

He raised his hand and waved vigorously.

The other party also raised his hand.

A shadow of a **** was cast on the deck on the iron crystal seat, and finally, a neck was gestured.

——Scum, I got you a shark within three days, and the skin was all stripped for you!

It probably means that.

Huai Shi raised her eyebrows, shrugged, and watched the airship's shadow fade away, retracting her gaze.

Continue to drink tea.

Start enjoying the salted fish life again.

"Speaking of it, there is still good news that I haven't had time to tell you." The secretary said suddenly: "But if you think about it, it's better to let the person concerned come and thank you in person."

"party?"

Huai Shi looked up suspiciously.

Seeing the man who had been waiting for a long time not far away, his eyes widened and he was stunned.

"Look, Huai Shi, it's not that you haven't done anything." The secretary raised his brows happily, "In this hell, at least one person was saved because of you..."

"Kondra?" Huai Shi is unbelievable. "You, you alive?"

"Although I don't know why I was selected by the records of the kingdom of heaven, I think it is alive for the time being?"

The thing once named ‘Kondra’ is like the spirit bowed his head and thanked his chest, "Thank you for everything, Mr. Huaishi."

In his hands, a heavy book emerged.

--"Les Miserables".

"Is that right?"

In the sudden surprise, Huai Shi couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that occasionally there are good things in hell!"

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"Have you made friends, Liz?"

In the higher sky, on the outer deck above the airship airbag, the old man in the wheelchair turned his head and looked at the angry girl next to him.

Liz looked back and looked serious: "Can anyone call this kind of relationship a friend, teacher."

Michelle smiled: "I think it's good for you to make more friends. If you always look like a high priest, you sometimes feel lonely, right?"

"After I take his skin and offer it to the skinner, sacrifice the viscera to Kukulkan, and sacrifice the heart and head to the first sun, I will consider making friends with the rest of him."

Liz replied seriously: "Besides, I don't think I can get along with that guy at all. Please take a good rest and recuperate. Don't think about it, please? It's so cold outside, you should go back."

"It's just blowing, what's the big deal?"

Michelle shook his head indifferently, lowered his head, and looked at the steel bracelet on his wrist that looked like shackles. On the small display of the bracelet, there was a slight orange light.

It has gradually faded from the red zone, but it has not returned to the safe green zone.

This is proof of soul pollution.

Signs of solidification.

He knows his own affairs.

It's like miracles and disasters are often two sides.

As an alchemist, Michelle couldn't help but know what he was doing.

Exceeding his limits, regardless of the consequences, rushed to instigate miracles and imprints, and run in **** for such a long time... Before that, he was already aware of the possible consequences.

The so-called sublimation and solidification are both concepts relative to the sea of ​​silver, and are terms used to describe and define the state of the soul.

Corresponds to the division of the state of matter in physics-liquid, gas and solid.

If the souls of all mankind are turned into an endless ocean, and the sea of ​​silver that supports the three major blockades is liquid, then the sublimate who has moved away from the sea of ​​silver is gaseous. No matter how huge it is, compared to the Sea of ​​Silver, it is as small as a mist of water. Qiqi novel first published on the whole network

On the contrary, those who fall under the pull of the gravity of the abyss and sink into **** will become solid.

It is like three different intervals on a status bar.

Unfortunately, there is no possibility of reversal, and its changes are often one-way.

Once the ascendant breaks away from the sea of ​​silver, the elemental quality cannot return to the sea of ​​silver after death. Once the abyss is selected and solidified, the original light ‘gas state’ cannot be restored.

The existence of the sublimator is like a barrier layer between the solid state represented by **** and the liquid state represented by the present.

Once unable to resist the erosion of hell, the soul will usher in the assimilation of **** in the dissolution of the stigmata, and finally solidify and form again.

It's like smashing the original thing and then putting it together again, it's not what it used to be.

The price of soul sublimation is to face hell.

The side effect of embracing miracles is that disasters will follow.

The stigmata representing the ‘miracle’ and the calamity representing the ‘abys’ are both from the same source, but they are expressed in completely different ways.

The sublimator is endowed with miracles, and the solidification is the calamity itself.

Even if they only appear in the reality, it will increase the distortion of the entire reality. Even if they don't do anything, they themselves will accelerate the current decline.

Not to mention, in order to pursue distortion, they will do so crazy things.

This is no longer within the control of subjective will.

Just like the stigmata will instinctively pursue miracles and pursue their own destiny, the calamity after solidification will also crave growth.

One is the spread of growth and the other is the devouring of death, which is essentially different.

Any solidified person will be treated as a cancer cell in the present situation, and an enemy by the Sea of ​​Silver, not to mention the hunting and eradication of the Astronomical Society, the suppression of the three major blockades...

But now, Michelle even feels incredible.

He was still alive, but there were some signs and signs of freezing, and he didn't completely fall into the abyss.

In addition to the scary Ivy League’s own medical technology, it can only be said that luck is incredible.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods for their blessing.

But Michelle alone felt that maybe... there is a possibility of shame.

——The **** Mikhail deliberately kept his hand, even indirectly interfering with the extent of his erosion, deliberately chose passive defense, and did not give him a chance to cross that deadly boundary.

Don't allow him to degenerate into that ugly state...

Just thinking of the possibility of this, Michel couldn't help but want to dictate himself in shame.

That guy had long known that he wouldn't be grateful for him even if he was alive, but he still made a choice. This kind of lofty mercy and charity, compared to freezing and death, Michelle really didn't know which one made him more painful.

In the high-altitude cold wind, the old man in the wheelchair took a breath and sighed softly: "Autism or arrogance, which one is more annoying, Liz."

Liz thought for a while and shook her head: "I don't know, it feels very troublesome."

"Yeah, it's bothersome. You shouldn't have anything to do with such a person in the first place. It's best to let him go far away and never show up in front of you."

Michelle was talking, looking at the fading outline of the iron crystal seat in the distance, but couldn't help laughing at himself.

Rather than having a happy memory, and finally turning each other into an enemy, it's better to be disliked by both sides at the beginning. Wouldn't it be better not to have more contacts?

Suddenly recalled what happened decades ago.

That is the memory that is still so vivid today.

In the dim sunlight in the afternoon, he saw the silent young man next to the teacher for the first time.

The young man lowered his head and slightly pursed his lips. He did not dare to look up at others' eyes. His black hair was glowing with golden light in the sunset.

The teacher said, "His name is Mikhail, the same as yours..."

When I smiled and stretched out my hand to express kindness to the teenager, did you expect the current scene?

He sighed and closed his eyes sadly.

The final counterattack came to an end.

After all, it failed.

"Sorry, teacher." Liz lowered her head, not knowing how to face him: "If I was..." The fastest update of Qiqi novel https://m.qq*717^mq^q717.c^om /

"What does this have to do with you, Liz."

Michelle looked up, looked at her guilty look, couldn't help but laughed: "Does the teacher's failure still require students to take responsibility? It's too shameful.

Moreover, in the face of such an enemy, so glorious heroes, who would dare to say that they are sure of victory? "

Liz did not speak.

"Look up, Liz."

Michelle laughed, stretched out her hand, and patted her shoulder: "It's just a loss, don't take it to heart... The teacher loses a game, why even the students become dejected?"

He said: "Let's go back, the wind outside is too strong."

Liz nodded, pushed up the wheelchair, and walked towards the opened door.

In sleepiness, Michele heard the words of the girl behind him.

"If the teacher hasn't finished, please leave it to me."

In the silence, Liz promised softly: "I will win, and continue to win - until everyone knows that Liz Hertmok's teacher is Michelle."

Michelle froze for a long time.

Can't help but laugh.

"Okay."

Michelle smiled and nodded, "Thank you for what the teacher can't do."

This is the agreement between the master and the apprentice.

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"Don't disturb them, let's take care of the rest."

In the cabin, Pan Delong looked at the scene under surveillance. For a long time, he retracted his gaze and looked up in front of him.

Behind the multiple transparent walls and in front of the scholars and alchemists who came and went, the wreckage suspended by countless devices-a huge creation like a dormant warehouse.

That is the only trophy of the ivy, the last wreckage of the heart of the permafrost.

One of the disasters left by the casters.

——Eternal Life Machine!

"Second prize."

The old man sighed softly, "Although I didn't get the heart of the Everfreezing Furnace, with this thing, the construction period of the'Solar Calendar Stone' can at least be shortened."

With the final seal injection, the torrent-like liquid source material was poured into the isolation chamber, and it quickly became frozen, completely sealing up this precious calamity sample.

The immortal machine is saved.

"Let's go."

Pan Delong retracted his eyes, turned and walked towards the bridge.

Before long, amidst the roar, a huge wind tunnel opened at the end of hell.

The mighty airship cluster left, no longer nostalgic.

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"have they gone?"

On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the Grand Master waved his hand indifferently and switched the projection of the big screen. So huge design drawings emerged from the transmission, almost occupying the entire bridge.

But even with such a large scale, it is still impossible to clearly show the details one by one, and can only barely show some outlines.

"The scale of the project is much larger than expected." The Grand Master frowned, "I'm afraid I can't complete it with the iron crystal seat alone."

"Of course it's not just you. I have used the dragon flute to transmit the signal. About half a month later,'Red Deer' and'Grey Stork' will report."

Russell said: "Except for Shirato's other missions, the four campuses in the abyss will follow your command~www.wuxiaspot.com~All the power of the ivory tower in **** is in your hands, Mihai You."

"Still not enough." The Grand Master shook his head.

"After all, it's not the time when the ideal country was still there and the family's big business could be squandered freely. You have to learn to be frugal." Russell sighed: "We have limited conditions. It's ready-made, right in front of your eyes. Hasn't this solved the most arduous work?"

"Do you think alchemy is to build a house?"

Mikhail glared angrily: "Even if it's **** that has been mechanized, it can't be used casually! It's not that simple to recast the giants of the underworld! Do you expect me to be a defective product?"

"What if we take the second place?"

Russell suddenly asked, "What if we don't rebuild Osiris?"

Grand Master frowned: "You play with me which set you need? Would you like Lao Tzu to redo several versions of the design for you?"

"No, I mean, isn't there two of the fifth steps of the Eternal Path?"

Russell said calmly: "Osiris is no longer suitable for this era, Mikhail.

For example, what the national pedigree needs today is not destroying all war weapons, but a camp that can cultivate life and rest, a temporary home, a retreat, and an existence that can replace the ‘land of nothing’. "

Following Russell's words, the design drawing suspended in the bridge suddenly changed.

The giant that originally supported the heavens and the earth to create the underworld disappeared, replaced by a majestic and sacred outline, which is also the fifth step of the Heavenly Genealogy·Eternal Path, and is also a huge miracle like a man-made god...

In the silence, the eyes of the Grand Master gradually lit up.

"——Heaven Fortress Horus!"