Apocalyptic Forecast

Half an hour ago, at the other end of Helios, the misty giant tower and the blood-colored bone tower that were intertwined like rays of light faced each other.

Just like the war and duel between gods and demons.

The sloppy man leaned on his chair, drank wine with a headache, as one of the splits of Publius, representing the existence of the great master's flesh and desire.

Opposite him was Hedi with a calm expression.

There is no rattling.

There is no killing intent between each other.

"It's so fast, Hedi, it seems that those third-rate people are not useless."

The drinking alchemist made such an understatement of his colleagues in the past, condescending, but without mockery and arrogance.

Just tell the truth calmly.

Even the translucent souls beside Hedi had no objection.

Those who play with their lips and tongues are destined to miss the essence of alchemy. Who has reached this level of alchemists has no idea where their limits are?

To the great master, it is no different from garbage.

It doesn't make sense because he got angry because he told the truth.

All dead.

With their abilities, after gathering all the wisdom, what can be reached is such a limit-under the support of Hades's temple, it has been difficult to interfere with the operation of the secret ceremonies of [Before the Gods], and he barely managed The duel with Publius was advanced ten rounds.

This is still under the active cooperation of Publius.

"Be patient, Publius." Heidi said, "It takes some time to get things done."

Following his words, the door under the tower burst open.

In the rush of blood, a figure shrouded in gorgeous gold ornaments slowly walked out, with two curved sickle blades slung around his waist, and scarlet eyes glanced at the opponent in front of him.

At the other end of the battlefield, the silent burly giant.

Hercules.

The sound of gold and iron interlaced suddenly burst out, sparks leaped out of the void, and the high-pitched steel neighing spread in an instant.

Gala had already pulled out a sickle in his hand, but Hercules remained motionless, just silently looking at the opponent who was provoking him.

Silently, a gap appeared on the sickle blade, making Jia Luo's eyes gloomy.

Put away the weapon.

Just sipped unhappily, "The second-rate goods made by God are really useless."

I don't know if I am talking about this weapon or the opponent on the other side.

Even if he had received Hedi's warning in advance, he still defied the taboos and provoked the enemy, but returned without success, which made the death followers who were intoxicated by the killing and blood especially unhappy.

You can't fight heartily.

It is not addictive.

Things like alchemists, huh...

In the silence, he slowly moved away, revealing the darkness behind him.

In that darkness, under the guard of countless monsters, the black veiled girl stood quietly, waiting silently.

Galo hooked his fingers, motioned the puppet with a shell to come forward, then pulled her arm and walked forward.

Pushed her to the center of the field.

"Hurry up." Gala urged to the other side anxiously.

Hercules raised his head and glanced at the top. After receiving a wave from Publius, he got up from the ground, slowly took off his weapon and shield, and threw it in place.

Only a black box was left.

Step by step, come forward.

The strange aura hidden in that box is so rich.

Even if it only exists, the surrounding scene will be distorted, the darkness squirming, coiling on it, turning into a layer of mist drifting in the wind.

In the fog of darkness came hallucinations of laughter and crying.

It is full of the breath of disaster and chaos in the world.

The corner of Gala's eyes jumped, as if she recognized what it was, she evaded one step unhappily, and then took another step, pinching her nose, unable to bear the ‘stink’ left by the audience.

In this way, Hercules stepped forward and put the small box into Pandora's hands.

In an instant, all visions disappeared.

It seems that all the illusions just now have never existed.

But the girl holding the box clearly became alive, as if she had such a ray of anger.

Obviously, it is just a man-made human created by an alchemist, attached to an empty shell carved with miracles, but at this moment, when the eyes under the black veil are flowing, they glow with an incredible look.

So tempting.

"Open it, [Pandora]."

Hedi's eyes were drooping, and there was a fanatical light in his eyes: "To the gods who pay attention to this place, present this unique sacrifice."

He said, "This is your destiny—"

At that moment, under the command and control of alchemy, two completely different miraculous imprints created by the great master Pubrius and the chief Hedi of Helios merged into one!

The humanoid relic named Pandora and the box named disaster are combined into one, forming a horrible frenzy that reverses the trend and subverts all rules.

Under the veil, a harsh scream suddenly sounded.

Like a dying child and a woman giving birth, it contains pain and despair. If there is substance, every inch of the eardrum is ravaged, causing Hercules to step back, and it is difficult to resist such a strong soul poison in that voice!

The poison named ‘hope’!

At this moment, two lines of blood and tears meandered down from Pandora's eyes, and in her hands, the dark box was cracked every inch.

Taboos sealed in the dark burst out.

It is not disaster, nor terror, but a pure golden light.

So bright, so brilliant, it seems to have exhausted all the good things in the world, it is yearning, just looking at it makes people want to step forward, hard to restrain their greed.

Want to get, want to get.

It was an apple carved like gold!

At this moment, accompanied by Pandora's movements, a terrifying flame rose from her body, burning every inch of her body and flesh and blood pervasively, but she did not seem to feel the pain.

After the burning black veil, the first smile since birth appeared.

So pleasant, and so vicious.

——Initiate revenge towards the aloof masters!

She finally made a sound, and the soft voice echoed above Helios, echoed through every inch of space, echoed in every temple, and performed the prologue that once caused the chaos of the gods and men!

"I would like to offer this meager offering to the most beautiful goddess——"

At that moment, Pandora was completely burnt.

Instead, the terrifying light emitted by the golden apple rose to the sky, tearing apart all mysteries, and enveloped the entire Helios.

What was triggered was a riot that completely subverted the confrontation before God!

The love, hatred and resentment between the gods once again staged.

Numerous high walls of mist suddenly dissipated, and all the bells in the temple rang again. The symbols of the gods living in harmony above Olympus suddenly became alienated and cold.

The balance was broken.

Under the once curse!

Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Parsephone, Hecate... even the three goddesses of beauty, the nine muses, and even the once All the goddesses of Linpis caused an instinctive riot under the temptation of this golden apple.

Fighting against each other, repelling each other, struggling with every effort, just to monopolize the meaningless bright light.

This is the disaster that has survived in history, and has even been predestined in fate, which triggered the fuse of the huge war that swept the entire Mediterranean world.

After a hundred years, it will be staged again in the vast space!

After a long period of planning and deliberation, the Great Master Publius finally launched a counterattack against the invaders-in a short time, [God's Showdown], self-defeating!

"Then, challenge the gods again here--"

In the Tower of Light, the prototype of the **** running in the blazing light raised its eyes and whispered in a deep voice: "It's like a hundred years ago...like it was two hundred years ago!"

After numerous failures and frustrations, long imprisonment and torture, and endless humiliation and humiliation, once again, he launched an impact on the unattainable realm!

This is the fate and dream passed down by countless alchemists for hundreds of years.

"One day, I will master the truth and be above the gods..."

At this moment, following his words, the big **** hand tore through the secret instrument of the confrontation in front of the gods, and stretched out his palm again toward the sun wheel above the sky.

And all the duels stopped.

The participants looked at each other blankly, not knowing what was going on, only saw the blood in the field meandering towards the huge tower of light ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Among them, it also included the Huaihua tree who had unknowingly restored its human form. poetry.

"Oh, Tong Ji, come out and see God!"

But Tong Ji did not go to see.

At some point, she has disappeared without a trace.

It's like falling into another sudden dream.

She did not resist, but complied with the call of that will, passed through the ancient old time, and came to the golden palace.

When she raised her eyes again, she was already sitting in the middle of the long table, like a sudden unexpected guest at a joyous banquet, making the original laughter and pleasure disappear.

"Oh, don't be unharmed, everyone."

Tong Ji raised her eyes and looked around at the blurry figures. Finally, she looked at the clearest old man at the top and smiled, "How are you all?"

At this moment, the burly old man with white beard and hair was holding a wine glass, and he looked up indifferently and drank it in one go.

"It's all dead. I don't know how many years of obsolete goods. What else is good and bad?"

The remnant once named ‘Zeus’ put down the wine glass indifferently, "It’s even more complicated to see the former enemy still dancing in front of our grave."

"Really, people are dead, why can't you be more generous?" Tong Ji waved her hand indifferently, and looked around: "Don't you give me a cup? It's so cold."

"This is an Olympus banquet. Outsiders are not welcome."

"It's okay, I brought my own."

Tong Ji flipped her hand, and a teacup with a pink pig's head appeared, and she shook it triumphantly: "My contractor bought it for me, envy it?"

Suddenly, the gaze around those fuzzy outlines became weird.

It's like seeing a ghost.

Contractor?

you?

Are you serious?