Apocalyptic Forecast

In the hot summer breeze, Huaishi couldn't help taking off her dog-skin hat and fanning.

Somewhat surprised.

With a blink of an eye, he came to the other side of the Russian Federation from the Central Siberian Plateau?

Is it so amazing?

Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the church in front of him, and then realized: "Where is this then?"

"Yekaterinburg." The priest knew it all. "You are in the place of the Russian Federation, the Church of the Spilled Blood."

Huai Shi suddenly became numb again.

All the important offices and branches of the Russian Federation’s pedigree are in the form of churches throughout the country or overseas, especially in industrial powerhouses such as the Ural region. The importance of the leading church on Spilled Blood in the capital area is evident.

Why was he suddenly thrown at the door of the Public Security Bureau?

Did you commit a crime again?

Even if Russell’s dog smuggled in, it hurts himself!

He subconsciously wanted to have a third company, but he didn't introduce himself before he reacted. No, even if he hasn't gone through customs, as an operational officer and special military attache of the Astronomical Society, he has the right to pass through.

As long as he is present, the border line is almost the same for him, so he sent a text message to the local branch to report it.

What are you afraid of customs!

He coughed awkwardly and asked, "Well, where is the old man who came with me?"

"The bishop and Mr. Russell have something to discuss." The priest replied politely. "Please wait for a while. How about I entertain you?"

bishop……

The corner of Huaishi's eyes twitched.

Okay, this wave was directly intercepted by the senior leaders of the Russian Federation's genealogy, and the old king Russell welcomed the capsize.

But since the opponent didn't throw the cup as a sign, and three hundred Templar knights jumped out to sharpen the sword, it shows that he is still safe. As for Russell... Worrying about him might as well worry about whether he turned off the tap when he went out!

After he cleared the situation before him, he instantly calmed down.

Turning his gaze to the middle-aged priest in black with a beard, he realized that the shameless priest in front of him was wearing a sword-shaped holy emblem.

Really a Templar Knight!

"I'm disrespectful, how do I call it?" Huai Shi stretched out his hand.

"Aleksey Antonov, just call me Aleksey."

The priest shook hands and answered, turning around to lead the way: "Please follow me."

In this way, I took Huai Shi all the way into the gate of the church. After passing through the hall, he turned right and walked towards the back hall. Along the way, Huai Shi also saw many praying believers and tourists excited to take pictures.

It is hard to imagine that such a place turned out to be an important town and branch of a pedigree.

"There are so many people here?" Huai Shi asked.

"After all, it is a famous tourist attraction, and the number of tourists on holidays will be a little more, but those who come are believers, and it is always inconvenient to turn the door out. Moreover, this is also a necessary way to expand influence and recruit new blood.

Alexei explained calmly and opened the elevator door for Huaishi.

When I opened it again, I saw the same lobby as an office building, the staff coming and going, and the cubicles, which was quite corporate atmosphere.

It's just that everyone here is wearing a rose rosary and a holy emblem. Even if there is no slogan on the wall, there are not many religious displays, but the atmosphere is still strong.

Many people are not surprised to see a Huai poem with fur like a bear shopping, and many others say hello to Alexei. It can be seen that others have high expectations and high authority.

"Orthodox." Huai Shi sighed: "This is my first experience."

"It's just belief. In front of the heavenly genealogy, there is nothing surprising."

Alexei answered calmly and opened the door for him. There was already a set of brand new clothes in the lounge. Wear shoes from the inside out.

"There is not enough time. We only have time to find these clothes from the warehouse. Please tell me if the size is not suitable-I will come back later. The WIFI password is on the wall. Please feel free to have tea and snacks on the table."

After leaving a private space for Huaishi thoughtfully, Alexei closed the door for him.

Huai Shi was left looking around in the room.

It can be seen that this is a guest room specially used to entertain guests. The decoration is simple, revealing the consistent simplicity of the Russian Federation, and the cleaning is also very clean and spotless.

After changing his clothes, Huai Shi stuffed the mess into his bag before sitting on the sofa, and took out a holy book from the shelf next to it.

Nothing has changed at all from four hundred years ago.

After acting as Fan Haixin for so long, Huai Shi is utterly back-heavy, let alone, staying in this room feels familiar. For four hundred years, even the display of the guest room hasn't changed much, and there is more WIFI.

After all, it is the orthodox inheritance of the lineage of the Holy Spirit...

Hundreds of years ago, when the rancher was born and the gods fell, the lineage of the Holy Spirit also fell apart.

In that period of turbulent chaos, the predecessor of the Astronomical Society and the major pedigrees re-layed the foundation of the present situation, thus forming the prototype of the Astronomical Society.

The lineage of the Holy Spirit has also ushered in a complete division.

After inheriting the inheritance, Rome chose to learn from the lessons and unify the important components of the Roman and Greek genealogy, forming the current ‘Pantheon’ system dominated by the Hall of the Kings, which cuts off the prying and interference of the ranchers.

The other part of the priests who are unwilling to disintegrate the ‘Nothing God’ guard the holy relics and heritage of the Holy Spirit’s lineage, resisting the erosion of the abyss, and gradually fall into madness, or become fanatics of the rancher.

In the end, many church leaders of Qunlong Wuzhu decided on the orthodox eastward migration after the fourth Sanhedrin in Constantinople.

Under the **** of the Templars, the priests, carrying the last legacy of the Holy Spirit family and the remains of the saints, began an endless march eastward.

Finally, he regained his heels on this land.

Up to now, it has become the body of the pedigree of the Russian Federation.

Inheriting the essence of the lineage of the Holy Spirit and most of the sacred objects, the lineage of the Russian Federation is said to have a deep heritage, especially among the lineages.

According to statistics, the number of resident knights of Ascendants plus the blessed armored priests is more than 100,000, not to mention the reserve priests in other reserve forces and halls all over the country.

Without such a large scale, it would not be able to sustain the **** crusade against ranchers once every twenty years.

To some extent, the birth of the heavenly pedigree was also influenced by the Russian Federation.

After all, these guys have proved with actual actions that as long as there is enough correction value, even the place of nothingness can be transformed into a **** seat. It is truly breathtaking that the Holy Spirit is truly created through the correctness and regulation of the source code such as the Holy Code.

"Awaited."

When Alexei returned, he brought a full set of documents to Huaishi, including a passport and driver’s license certified by the customs: "The next time, you can move freely in Yekaterinburg. If you don’t like being alone, we are here. Bian also has a driver and assistant for you."

"Uh, no need."

Huai Shi waved his hand: "I just stay here."

Although I don't want to care about Russell's bad things, but the old man is still his own direct leader and teacher. After he disappeared, Huai Shi didn't have any mood to hang out.

It's better to just lie in the room and have a good rest, plus wait for news.

Anyway, even if Russell fell apart, he wouldn't lose a single hair.

Alexei thought for a moment, and then nodded: "Since this is the case, it's rare to come here. How about taking you as a tour guide and taking you to the Church of the Spilled Blood?"

"Ah this..." Huai Shi was shocked: "Is this appropriate?"

"You are a guest of the bishop.

Alexei smiled slightly and opened the door for him.

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At the same time, Russell heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

As the spreading cold wind disappeared into the void, the old man with a face full of snow and stubble was thrown onto a chair.

In the solemn and cold church, the door is closed.

Under the faint sunlight from the colorful mosaic windows, he saw the back figure standing on the altar.

So familiar.

After a moment of silence, he coughed awkwardly: "Long time no see, Katya."

"Call me Bishop Catherine-Russell, are we so familiar with each other?"

When the female monk turned her head, a trace of indifference and alienation emerged in her expression.

She doesn't look old, she is about thirty years old, with long hair and red hair. It is just the right time for her to feel close instinctively. But at this moment, it makes people feel uneasy.

Because those gray eyes were full of solemnity and scrutiny.

It's like a strict mother holding a pointer and facing a child who made a mistake.

Russell subconsciously leaned back and smiled reluctantly: "Don't say that, Katya, have not seen you for so many years, are you okay?"

"As long as I don't have you, I'm so good."

Bishop Ekaterina said coldly, "It seems that you have been doing well."

"Where can I live well? I am alone in the ivory tower. The students are not obedient, the subordinates are not considerate, and they always misunderstand me."

Russell sighed helplessly: "Only occasionally can I feel happy when I am drunk. Sometimes when I am reading, I will think of you. I keep the books you left behind."

"Is it just starting to do what I want? Is it a bit late?"

Ekaterina sneered: "Everyone knows that you are only interested in yellow books."

"People can change, Katya."

Russell categorically retorted: "I will change too, why don't you want to believe me?"

Without waiting for Ekaterina to speak, the old man slowly got up, staring at his long-lost girlfriend with muddy eyes, and sighed hoarsely.

"'There is no misfortune comparable to lost time', is it?"

He said, "Katya, we have missed too much..."

"Come on, Russell."

Ekaterina responded indifferently: "No matter how you feed the wolf~www.wuxiaspot.com~ its heart is always towards the woods-I believe that people like you will have feelings. This is the most eye-catching mistake I have ever made. !"

"I also made a mistake, didn't I? It is the biggest regret of my life to sit and watch you go to take refuge, but everything is irretrievable."

Russell sighed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly chanted softly: "It is said that Lavretsky had been to the remote monastery where Lisa lived and saw her.

When she went from one choir seat to another, she had walked past him and walked over at the uniform, hurried and submissive steps of a nun, and she did not look at him; Looking at the eye on his side, the eyelashes trembled slightly... What did they two think about and how did they feel? who knows? Who can tell? "

In this way, looking back at the words in the famous article, Russell slowly moved forward, gently holding her hands, and whispered: "Kajia, there are such short moments in life, there are such some feelings... …"

Bang!

A muffled sound burst out, Russell's emotional chanting stopped abruptly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth widened. Slowly, fell to his knees.

Ekaterina took out her hand and sorted out the wrinkles on the skirt of the nun's dress.

The slender calf that had just given Russell's crotch a strong blow was again hidden in the darkness, as if he had never moved.

"This angle looks much pleasing to the eye, why haven't I noticed it before?"

Ekaterina lowered her head, looking down at the embarrassed old guy, sneered: "That's the end of the boring reading sharing session, Russell."

She said, "It's time to talk about our old grievances—"

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