Apocalyptic Forecast

This time the drowsiness did not close your eyes and then open as usual, and it passed in one night.

Huai Shi felt like he was really asleep.

Immersed in the kind of pain that seems to be the split of the source ...

The pain caused by the oath punishment still hovered in the body, even though it was so clear in the fragments of countless broken dreams, even the coherent consciousness was broken, just like the iron piece when the iron felt was hit by the hammer.

Recast with painful flames to ensure that this sharp tool can continue to complete its mission.

But in terms of Huai Shi, torture is inescapable.

Consciousness is enduring painful devastation all the time, until in the end, forgetting who he is in a faint, immersed in those fragmented memory fragments.

In the end, I only heard countless solemn voices echoed in the darkness.

"Abraham, today your hands are soaked with blood of unrighteousness. This will be your proof of atonement and a part of your sins ..."

"You soiled your hands and prevented more hands from touching the darkness. You carried sin and allowed more souls to step on the ladder of heaven ..."

"If your sins are not allowed, your salvation will be far away."

"What already exists, wipe out the witness; what has been done, you must erase the record ... there is nothing new under the sun, and there will be no place outside the sun."

...

In the end, those thunderous voices echoed in his ears, as if to engrave an irrefutable law in his soul:

"--This world is as ancient as ever."

Huai Shi opened his eyes and looked at the strange ceiling like a world away, his head empty.

who am I?

Where am i?

What am I going to do?

"You finally woke up?" Ai Qing's voice rang from his ear: "What a long sleep."

"I ... is Huai poetry?" He finally distinguished his part from the chaotic memory. The book of destiny reorganized everything, but he still had difficulty pulling out his thoughts from the chaos.

"How long have I slept?"

"Twenty-seven hours." Ai Qing sighed: "Twenty-seven hours."

In the long twenty-seven hours, she tried everything she could to make Huai Shi wake up, but everything outside the game interfered with all the stone cattle into the sea.

The sound of dice kept ringing, and countless complicated judgments flowed in front of Ai Qing, making it difficult to find the key.

KP smiled from start to finish, quietly admiring her somber look, holding the character card of ‘Clemente’ in her hand, waiting for her surrender and surrender.

As long as she wants, the game can be restarted at any time.

If Huai Shi could not sleep again, Ai Qing didn't even know how long she could continue this senseless persistence.

But perseverance is actually meaningless.

When KP turned over the cards in front of her, she knew that perhaps her struggle had been declared a failure.

While pondering, she suddenly heard Huai Shi's voice:

"Ai Qing, are you hiding something from me?"

"Ok?"

She frowned subconsciously, looking at KP, but KP smiled, holding her dice in her hand, but shrugged slightly to show innocence.

"Your instructions are too few." Huai Shi said: "If it was the past, even if you remain silent, won't you let me mess up?"

"..."

Ai Qing remained silent for a long time, and just said, "I am thinking."

"Are there any results?"

"Yes." Ai Qing replied unpleasantly: "The result of thinking is to find that, like the reality outside, thinking most of the time is useless and will only hurt you.

I have no way to solve the current dilemma. To be honest, I also want to provide you with the kind of effective suggestions that can solve the essence of the problem, but you may not like it. "

She paused and lowered her eyes unwillingly: "It is up to you to decide how to complete your task."

"Ok?"

Huai Shi stunned: "My mission? Parasussell? Didn't he die half a year ago?"

Ai Qing shook her head in pity, "You will understand soon."

At that moment, Huai Shi's expression suddenly twitched, feeling the madness and hunger and thirst between the crazy killing intentions emerging from his heart.

That is the desire for blood and death.

Because he saw Lily.

The heart was beating frantically, as if it was about to burst, and the uncontrollable secretion of a large amount of hormones plunged him into an indescribable rage.

It seems to have become a beast.

Cramping violently, he raised his hand, as if he was a patient with epilepsy, struggling to get up.

If it weren't for the weakness of the limbs at this moment, he might have jumped up and tore her throat.

"what happened to you?"

Lily looked down at him in amazement, stretched out his eyes, and looked down carefully: "Difficulty breathing, constricted pupils, irregular heart rhythm ... Are there no recorded side effects?"

A soft breath blew on his face.

Like the wind in hell.

It made his canine teeth grow slowly, purple and black capillaries emerged from the pale face, so terrible.

"Don't be afraid."

Lily lowered her head and took out the needle in her pocket and the set of alchemy equipment left by Huai Shi. The movement was fast, and soon, the colorless medicine was injected into his carotid artery.

"Relax, it's just some tranquilizers and mild serum."

Lily reached out and tried his temperature, and said softly: "It may be that the poison in the body has not been cleaned up, which will probably make you better."

"No, not ..."

Huaixi gasped hard.

The bitter murderous intention was quickly diluted by sleepiness.

The cramped limbs gradually healed, and with the fading purple and black network on his face, Huai Shi returned to calm again, or finally, he was able to suppress the uncontrollable crazy killing intention in his heart, and calm down.

But countless thunderous roars still hovered in his consciousness.

Like the iron commandments, the whiplash and thundering scorching continually brought about.

Kill her!

She must be killed!

Paracelsus must be killed!

"But the old man died half a year ago!" Huai Shi roared in his heart: "I have been looking for a year, and I have been looking for a dead man for half a year! The task has already been completed!"

"But he left something else, didn't he?"

Ai Qing's voice sounded with such pity: "Think carefully, Huai Shi, you, no, Abraham van Helsing's mission, really kill Paracelsus? Think carefully ... "

"Find that person, follow that person, and kill that person!"

In a trance, the majestic and old voice sounded in my ear again: "At all costs, let the blasphemy's work make the deformed child who only tarnishes the gods' achievements crushed!"

His ... works?

"Yes, his work."

Ai Qing said softly, "The only work left by the master alchemist who is known as the" Sage of the Sage "..."

Sage Stone?

The incarnation of miracles in the world, the omnipotent crystallization, the immortal medicine, the combination of countless wishes and destiny, one of the whole, one of the one ... is not only used to describe the fifth-order sublimator.

Since ancient times, this existence has been given high hopes and expectations by countless people.

From the beginning, it was a near-impossible miracle peak.

In the eyes of the Pioneer Council reduced to the congregation, when creationism and the theory of heaven are gradually incompatible, what other works will be called such a noble title?

In the torn consciousness, Huai Shi thought hard, and finally felt the loneliness and pain that seemed to face an infinite darkness.

It was as if I finally realized Ai Qing's weakness.

Think about it, Huai Shi, think about it ... Is n’t there enough clues left for you?

Think about it, experience the pain of my thinking ... you will understand ...

The only truth.

"Lily."

At that moment, Huai Shi whispered incredulously, "Is ... Paracelsus ... made?"

"Is there a second possibility?"

Ai Qing asked back.

Obviously it takes a lot of expensive materials to match the soul attributes to create it, but in her hands it has become such a double body ...

It takes a variety of formulas to create precious remedies, as long as she draws a little of her own blood, it can be transformed and manufactured successfully ...

Obviously it looks mature ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But sometimes it is such a naive style of behavior ...

It is clear that Paracelsus has already died, but when Huai Shi sensed Lily's connection with him, such a violent murderous intention emerged in his heart.

"This is the final truth, Huaishi."

Ai Qing sighed.

—— In front of your eyes, the girl scholar Lily who is named [Hella] is the most outstanding achievement of Paracelsus!

It is only the existence that completely overthrew the creation theory and pushed the celestial theory to a new level of miracles.

The "Sage of the Sage" born in the flask, the soul created out of thin air, is not bound by the rules of day and night reincarnation, life and death ... artificial people!

If it is a false life, it is impossible to usher in the second sunrise.

If there is no soul, it will not be able to return to sublimation from the tributaries of the Silver Sea and become a sublimator.

Without compassion and kindness, you cannot be a “believer” in the lineage of the Holy Spirit!

An artificial thing has life, an empty shell is given to the soul, and a heresy has become a believer in many Holy Spirits!

Regardless of the relationship between these three points, the Holy Spirit pedigree will not allow her to live to the next morning!

She must die.

As long as she is alive, it is a denial of creationism, the church, and the gods!

This is her original sin.

——The Son of Original Sin created by Paracelsus!

"BINGO!"

KP applauded with admiration and expressed his appreciation without reservation: "You are an excellent investigator, Ms. Ai!

Congratulations, you have solved the hidden mystery in this module-the death of Paracelsus! "