Apocalyptic Forecast

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A fourth-order dignified assassin came here specifically to target him alone, and he was able to grasp his whereabouts...

Even within the league, there are not many such people.

"It's... the people of Arakawa and Arakawa... spent money..." The Hyakumusi violently coughed out sharp **** icy edges and made a vague voice.

"The joke is good, go on."

Huai Shi's expression became more and more indifferent, unmoved.

Arakawa is a typical extreme way, narrow-minded, hateful, reckless, and has no scruples in doing things, and he will repay him... If it is someone who is not familiar with him, he will definitely think so, it must be that brash man who took advantage of the chaos to attack him.

It's a pity, that's all acting...

Among the five big bosses in the past, Arakawa’s favorite is to use an unreasonable and reckless persona, which is arrogant and can only take advantage and not suffer. In fact, the accounting in the stomach is better than anyone else.

Let him act on his own people at this time to kill a green sun star with the deep background of Tengu Mountain, his mind is not so bad.

Seeing that his lie was seen through, Hundred Eyed Ghost was silent for a moment, mocking indifferently, and withdrew his gaze from Huai Shi's body.

Even if he wanted to say, the Tomb of the Returnless would not allow it.

The same is death, but it is more painful to die in the punishment of the Tomb of the No Return. It would be better to die here, the source material backed up in **** has a chance to resurrect from the coffin...

The Hundred Eyed Ghost closed his eyes.

Kill if you want, so much nonsense!

"It's weird that you have a backbone when you die."

Huai Shi glanced at him one last time, and withdrew her gaze, "If you don't want to be happy, you just want to be happy..."

The sound of shadow boiling sounded.

The door of the Bone Buried Sanctuary rose again from the darkness, and after the open door, countless condensed substantive darkness stretched out, like a child's little hand, falling on the body of the Hundred Eyed Ghost.

At that moment, the old man froze in place, turning his head sluggishly-unbelievably, in the darkness, full of lofty and solemn divinity.

It's like a rift leading to the deepest part of hell.

In the sight of countless crows, the ray of divinity he had stolen from a foreign country began to tremble humblely. Those eyes were not full of killing intent, but...unspeakable hunger!

What the **** is this!

His expression twisted, struggling and resisting, but it was too late.

The frost deep into the bone marrow is constantly piercing out, and his hands and feet have been entangled in the darkness, a little bit, pulled into the darkest depth...

Never return.

"Wait, wait a minute--"

He opened his mouth hard and screamed, but then, the huge darkness swallowed him like a fountain. Pulling his soul into the eternal decay dream.

It gradually melted, gradually dissociated, and gradually became part of the Bone Burying Sanctuary.

The door closed suddenly and disappeared into the darkness.

And Lawrence finally dropped from the sky on the ice beam of the flying frame. After landing, he was stunned for a moment, without reacting: "Where is the person?"

"Here."

Huai Shi lifted her foot and kicked the corpse on the side which was completely frozen into ice.

"died?"

Lawrence's eyes widened, in disbelief, "Did you?"

Why did you destroy your body so quickly!

And, how did this **** kill?

After the Tier 4 Ascenders merge with their divine nature, they are basically noble people, no matter how tragic the physical damage is, they can be supplemented with the source quality, and the soul after the second transformation is merged with the divine nature, and it is initially possessed. The characteristics of a once god.

It can be regarded as a demigod who once walked in the world.

The sword soldier is hard to hurt.

Even if it was a bit of food, Huai Shi was completely defeated, but at most it was helpless.

Huai Shi's operation was as fierce as a tiger just now, but in fact it did not constitute a fatal injury. If you really want to kill this old man, you have to rely on Beelzebub's trial mode.

And what really hit the Hundred Eyed Ghost was the miracle engraving that Lawrence went all out.

Reappearing the natural disasters that the gods once descended in Egypt and now, now and here--

As the most famous disaster recorded in the "Sacred Book", the essence of frost and hail disaster is to destroy all vitality, cruelly destroying all life through freezing.

Lawrence played the role of a person responsible for providing sighting tools, as a bridge, guiding the authoritarian relics in the blockade of Canaan to aim here, and then punish them.

It is not surprising that there is such an exaggerated destructive power.

But how did Huai Shi do it?

He could see that there was only an empty shell left in front of him, not to mention the stigmata, even the soul and divinity had disappeared, as if it had been eaten clean...

The dead one is called a thorough.

"Tiangushan still has this ability?" He couldn't believe it.

"It takes a bit of effort to get out of the box, right?" Huai Shi waved calmly: "It's just a knife, it's not worth mentioning."

Lawrence's expression twitched.

What are you doing here?

I always feel that without myself, this **** can pinch the Hundred Eyes to death here.

This **** is outrageous.

"How do you know I was attacked?" Huai Shi asked.

"Telephone of Shengtian, the killer on the collection of sins, someone issued a reward for you..." Lawrence glanced at him: "You better be careful, now your head is worth a lot of money, second only to Sheng Tianmu."

"That's too much to love me, let the other big guys see how good it is." Huai Shi shrugged, not caring.

In fact, he felt that he could be more valuable...

He looked up and was about to talk to Lawrence, but his movements were frozen in place.

The crows who were searching the inner circle of Tamba finally sent him unexpected news...

"What's the matter?" Lawrence looked at Huai Shi's stiff expression.

Huai Shi did not speak.

Look back.

In the torrential rain and thunder, there was a constant fire in the distance, and there was a loud explosion... the sky was clearly raining, but the ground seemed to be ignited.

The turbulence came suddenly, and with heavy rain, it covered everything.

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When the broken vehicle broke through the rainstorm and stopped at the scene of the accident, all you could see was the devastation.

The burnt scorched black car basket exudes a pungent smell, and the blood is gradually diluted under the wash of the rainstorm, and the original color can no longer be seen.

The pitch-black birds gathered their iron wings and fell on the wires from the rainstorm, quietly overlooking the decadent scene.

And the dying young man.

It's too late.

In the cold rain, the turbulent yellow hair stuck to the pale face, dying.

This is a cruel punishment for traitors.

After violently breaking most of his limbs and inflicting the most tragic suffering, he opened the artery and threw him at the crime scene, leaving him a little bit of blood to die.

In the heavy rain, he tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the blurry figure in front of him clearly.

"Boss... is that you..."

"It's me, Udo."

Huai Shi knelt down and responded softly, "You haven't come back for a long time, I'm coming to you."

In a trance, Niu Dao tried hard to raise his hand.

It was as if I was afraid that the phantom in front of me was only a phantom, and it would dissipate in the blink of an eye, so I tried to hold it tightly in vain.

So hard.

"Boss, I... I didn't betray you... I didn't... tell them..."

The man choked, trying so hard to say what he wanted to say, but gradually he couldn't say it. Can only breathe hard and make a small voice.

"En, I know." Huai Shi nodded, clasping his palms in both hands, and solemnly told him: "I'm fine, Niu Dao, because you protected me."

In the silence, Niu Dao was stunned for a moment, and a trace of an arc was drawn **** his pale face.

Laughed.

It's like winning.

No more sound.

Only Huai Shi held his hand, feeling the last temperature passing in the torrential rain.

The medicine stone is helpless, even the origin of the Iron Crow can't let the disintegrated consciousness continue again...

He is dead.

Maybe he should have died long ago. With such severe injuries and loss of so many lives, his life had already disappeared in the rain with the blood.

The reason why I stay here is that I still have something to say to myself.

After speaking, he left.

He refused to stay for a while.

Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at what he was holding in his palm. On the paper ball that had long been wet with blood and rain, only the traces of a few words could be vaguely distinguished.

Huai Shi once said to Qianye Longer: Even if it can save one, it is worthwhile. But now, he couldn't even save the one in front of him.

Until the last moment, this person who should have been rescued by him was doing everything he could to protect himself.

Even at the expense of life.

It's just because Huai Shi praised his talents, praised his talents, spent a little time on him, and taught him some Latin that he didn't use...

That's it.

"I'm sorry, Udo-kun."

He apologized softly, "I lied to you."

Even if you don't need me, you can definitely become a better person. Even if you don't sacrifice your life, you will have a bright future.

In the silence, Huai Shi carefully unfolded the paper ball and looked at the handwriting repeatedly written on it.

【Hincituradastra】

"Go to sleep, my friend."

Before leaving, Huai Shi turned her head back and made a wish.

——May you go straight to the stars through this road.

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Arakawa's house.

It was obviously a torrential rain, but everything was shrouded in flames with no end in sight.

A piece of scarlet, can not tell whether it is blood or burning color. The lungs twitched, but I don't know if it was the **** smell or the smoke was too pungent.

There was a loud noise from afar, not only a whine but also a roar of flames.

Arakawa roared, raised the gun in his hand, and shot those who rushed into the yard to death one by one. Until the end, the gun in his hand vibrated, making an empty clicking sound, and no more bullets.

He froze for a moment, and laughed mockingly in the rain.

Laugh at yourself.

I have always been proud of my self-sufficiency and cleverness, but I never thought that the people would betray their relatives overnight.

"Surrender, Patriarch."

The betrayers outside the door slowly walked in and drew out the weapons in their hands: "Everyone is the master of the game for so many years, I hope I can gather and disperse."

"Good to get together, good to go?"

Arakawa froze for a moment, couldn't help but sneered, and spit on the ground.

"Boy, didn't your former team leader tell you...there is only one way to withdraw, only death!" He grinned and sneered disdainfully: "Come on, take my head!"

After a brief silence, the subordinate nodded regretfully, and drew the short knife from his waist: "Then, please let yourself be rude."

Five minutes later, the head of the head of the Arakawa family was put into the box.

To death is hideous, without any panic and weakness.

The attackers will brutally kill all the survivors in the house, and then splashed with gasoline to burn everything before leaving.

The flames kept going through the night.

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"Die to me!"

Under the same torrential rain, Makoto Akasaki roared in rage, raised his arms, his whole figure resembling steel, dashing through dozens of assault rifles in front of him, breaking through a long distance, raising his hand from the rush, and punching!

Bear the brunt of the blow, a gunner's head burst into a ball of rotten sauce, followed by the second, third, fourth... Within half a minute, all those who were blocking the road were smashed with a hardened iron fist.

"Mrs. Yuriko! Mrs. Yuriko, where are you?"

Regardless of examining the wound in his abdomen, he staggered forward and pushed open the last door-and then saw the countless spilt blood.

All the assailants were dead.

In the middle of the meeting room, Ochiai Yuriko turned his head, holding a heavy naginata in his hand, breathing slightly.

The deserted face was dyed red with blood ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ cold and solemn.

Only at this time can people think of it: The reason why she was elected as the master is not because of this amazing color, but because of the brave and strong, not inferior to the man!

After her husband, the owner of the previous generation, died young, she was the ghost of the Ochiai family!

"Is it Akasaki?"

She waved her hand indifferently: "I'm fine, just a little bit late."

Akasaki leaned over, ashamed and apologized: "Being late, please forgive me."

"Don't waste time, Akasaki, let's go, there is still a lot of work to be done."

Listening to the fierce gunfire from outside, Ochiai Yuriko turned his head and ordered the strong women who kept coming out of the secret door behind him: "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"

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