Apocalyptic Forecast

The brief silence was broken by the sound of coughing.

On the ground, dust flew up.

"Hi...Oh...you really haven't changed at all from the past..."

Russell lay on the ground, with difficulty, turned over, and looked at Ekaterina's indifferent appearance: "Despite all weak feelings, including love and tenderness, but became Gaia known for love and compassion... …Katya, when can you face yourself frankly?"

boom!

There was a big hole on the floor where Russell's head was originally.

Russell had magically floated from the floor and stood firmly again, and opposite him, Ekaterina seemed motionless, but said indifferently:

"Of course after I can calm down and face you--"

Russell sighed: "I understand your resentment and misunderstanding of me, but didn't we break up peacefully back then?"

"Peace?" Ekaterina was puzzled: "You mean that on the eve of the selection of the clerk, you framed me and disqualified me?"

Russell's expression stagnated, and for a long time, he solemnly said, "That was an accident!"

"Have an'accident' including you?"

Ekaterina shook her head, "Russell, you have never been involved in an accident, you are the accident itself-at the beginning I believed in your innocence and promise, but how did you return me? More Lies, more deceptions - you noticed the fall of the kingdom of heaven in advance, but you didn't say anything, instead you deceived me to the present!"

"Because everything is too late except to save you."

"This is not a reason to stand idly by!" Ekaterina sneered: "You are simply embarrassing your teacher."

"Ah, he did say so, but I also have difficulties."

Russell sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, troubled his brain: "It seems I really can't wash it clearly?"

"Do you need to wash it?"

Catherine took a step forward, and the cold nun stretched out her neck and asked softly in his ear: "Do you really think I don't know what you are hiding, [Mimir at dusk]?"

Russell was silent.

After a long time, helplessly raised his hands: "I admit defeat, can we stop talking about this topic?"

"Then talk about how you compensate for my loss?"

The female bishop sat on a chair that grew on the ground, her posture correct and combing: "Why don't you make a public apology? Admit your original conspiracy and conspiracy? Then leave your post and give up those things you don't deserve."

"Then, leave it to you?"

Russell laughed and spread his hands: "Look, Katya, such a fierce desire for control and such a demanding moral standard cannot tolerate a factor of instability, nor a stain-I can tell you responsibly, even if it is you After passing the selection, he cannot become a clerk."

He shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you want to admit that you are the one who was abandoned by fate, just like me."

"Then what are you doing now?"

"I?"

Russell thought for a while and shrugged: "I just accepted my destiny, and you should be like me."

"Look, Russell, you started to fear fate when you saw everything as a child's play? It seems that aging really increases virtue-but isn't your destiny just drifting with the flow? Why do you want to appear before my eyes now?"

"Probably a big wave is coming?"

Russell didn’t care about the other party’s humiliation, and happily replied: “I’ll tell you that duckweed like me has caught the trend of fate. Want to know? Want to know why? But I won’t tell you. ..."

Ekaterina's expression grew colder.

"It is bound to be impossible to rebuild the heavenly pedigree, you should understand."

"Then who said this to me?" Russell asked back, "Catherine of the Celestial Genealogy? Or the old godmother of the Russian Federation?"

"Both." Ekaterina said coldly: "You need to answer cautiously. This not only determines the next decision of the Russian Federation, but also determines the attitude of the spirit."

"You can't fully represent the path of the soul, Katya." Russell smiled triumphantly. "Isaac is still working for me."

Ekaterina shook her head: "Come on, Russell, although I don't know what cake you drew to seduce my hapless student, do you expect him to defy me?"

"As long as he is on my side is enough."

Russell said: "Even if I don't rely on the support of the Russian Federation, I can reorganize the heavenly pedigree, Katya, you made a mistake-the heavenly pedigree is never something that can be rebuilt with help."

"No one can help us rebuild the kingdom of heaven, only ourselves. Rome can't, and Dongxia can't. Even without America's raise, I will go my own way.

You are accustomed to power, thinking that power can do everything, indeed, power can do everything, but this is something outside of everything-haven't you ever joined the heavenly pedigree because of this unrepeatable value? , Katya? Why can't we join hands?

I and you, the two of us join hands, and the reconstruction of the heavenly genealogy will be a foregone conclusion! "

"It sounds so good, Russell, a man like you can say such irresponsible things to people no matter what happens, as if he will always live in a dream."

Ekaterina sighed lightly: "Promise life, promise happiness, but don't understand what kind of weight marriage and eternity are for women."

"I used to love you so much, Katya, more than I love myself."

Russell said solemnly: "You should understand."

"This is the church, Russell, you were here four hundred years ago to say this to a virgin nun, and it would be enough for you to be burned."

The old godmother shook her head coldly: "I have converted, Russell, whether the heavenly pedigree is rebuilt has nothing to do with me. This is not an excuse, you should understand it."

Russell did not speak any more.

He once loved the woman in front of him so much, as if the woman in front of him had loved him so much.

Regrettably, they are all the same people, and the same has something better than loving themselves.

Whether it is Russell's deep freedom and looseness, or Ekaterina's desire to control, they are both high walls that cannot be crossed between each other.

Love may be very important, but it will never be the main theme of life.

It is precisely because they believe that human life can have more value, they went to the ideal country, so they met, and therefore, they would never compromise.

It is for this reason that conflicts erupt during the selection of the fate clerk.

The so-called accident is just an introduction.

Both sides know that unless the other side withdraws, only oneself will fall in front of the ideal door. Even if it is the love of life, there will never be any compromise.

When the Utopia fell, Ekaterina, who was deceived by Russell to come to the present, was already discouraged and chose to take refuge, becoming a virgin nun and joining the Russian Federation lineage.

This is also where she hates Russell's inaction-being trapped by the current situation is never an excuse for inaction. If he really wants to do something, no matter what, the situation can be changed.

He violated his duty.

Human talents must be valued. If this is not the way, then another way.

From then on, for seventy years, she never slackened. To this day, among the believers she baptized, 191 templar knights have been trained, and thousands of priests and nuns have emerged. Every ascendant who has received her grace willingly calls her a godmother.

Even if it is a woman, her influence is not under the patriarch. She is a saint who is directly blessed by the **** of nothingness, and even the capital of the Ural region is named for her.

The Church of the Spilled Blood here is where she used to execute traitors.

Gaia of the Russian Federation, everyone calls her that.

She has already achieved something, and it is impossible for her to leave everything easily, change her course, and rejoin the fragmented heavenly pedigree.

"You should understand that even if the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven can be reorganized, it is meaningless. You are so old, what else can you do?" Ekaterina asked: "Rebuild the ideal country? Stop dreaming."

"I thought you would tell me how much you can do and how much you can do, and you have to do it."

Russell shook his head: "I have been decadent for so many years and have nothing to do. As a teacher, I always have to set an example, right? Katya, even if I can't do it, there will be students who will take over the mission from me."

"The young man you brought?"

Ekaterina understood, and sighed with pity: "It's a pity, I found the wrong teacher. It can be called the sword of disaster, and there may be more achievements in the future?"

"He is the heir I personally chose, Katya, don't underestimate him."

Russell laughed happily: "He will be far better than me."

The voice just fell.

A deep muffled noise erupted from under their feet, far apart.

The two looked at each other in unison.

Ekaterina looked subtle.

Russell was a little embarrassed.

And at their feet, farther away, a surprised cry came: "It's fighting!"

"...Uh, young man."

Russell scratched his face and coughed twice: "It's normal to be aggressive."

Ekaterina took a deep look at him, and said indifferently: "I just hope that the sword of calamity will not be in front of my godmother and cut off someone's head."

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Ten minutes ago.

Underground of the Spilled Blood Cathedral, on the training ground in full swing.

Alexei took Huai Shi and stood in the distance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and introduced Huai Shi to the new blood in the field softly. Although they are new blood and young people, in fact, they are about the same age as Huai Shi, and some are even a lot older than him. They are almost thirty.

But no matter who, who is blessed by any saint, comes here, he will only be called new blood, preparing for one day to become a Templar knight.

And just in the field, those who are training ascendants also noticed the people on the sidelines.

A burly young man who had just stepped off the ring came over, wiped the sweat from his face, and respectfully nodded to the priest: "Mr. Alexey."

"You go on, don't worry about me." Alexei said kindly, "I'm just showing the guests."

The young man was stunned for a moment, and looked at this ‘guest’ who seemed younger than himself in doubt, as if thinking of something, suddenly raised his brows, unable to hide his fighting spirit: "He is Huai Shi? That Huai Shi from the Astronomy Society?"

Huai Shi's heart suddenly tightened.

Believe in doubt, suppress joy.

Is this the legendary disagreement?

Good guy, the cool story of "playing as a pig and eating a tiger" is finally my turn...

"Exactly." He nodded reservedly, suppressed his excitement, and made a calm gesture.

The burly man was stunned for a moment. After a pair of sharp eyes looked at Huai Shi for a moment, he suddenly took a step forward. Then, he bowed for ninety degrees and pointed his head at Huai Shi.

Huai Shi stepped back subconsciously, beware of what the legendary Russian Union head hammer stunt was, and then heard him and all the strong men behind him send out a plea with admiration.

"——Please guide us!"

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Huai poetry, stupid in place.

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