Apocalyptic Forecast

Text Chapter 951 Homecoming

Huai Shi was stupid.

Feeling the warm embrace of Marcus, he wanted to speak but stopped, but he wanted to stop talking, the eyes looking at Russell were full of blankness.

What the hell, what's going on!

"Well, it's a long story..."

Russell pressed his forehead and sighed helplessly.

After a long time, Marcus finally released his embrace, but before Huai Shi could react, he held Huai Shi's hand, as if he was afraid that he was a phantom and would disappear at any time.

incredible.

"Russell, you have become a lot younger!" He said in shock, "Even the race has changed!"

"..."

Huai Shi didn't know how to answer.

But Marcus seemed to finally understand something, stepped back, looked at Huai Shi, and then at Russell beside Huai Shi.

"That's it!"

He suddenly exclaimed: "You guy, did you go for plastic surgery quietly? Did you bring the doctor over to introduce me?

Come on, doctor, give me the whole thing exactly like him..."

"Uh, Mr. Marcus, he...not a doctor..."

"Is that your father?"

"Father!" Huai Shi was annoyed: "My father has died a long time ago!"

Marcus nodded clearly: "That's right, you told me that you died early..."

"Cough cough." Russell stepped forward after coughing twice, and said seriously: "Marcus, it's important for us to come here this time..."

"No need to say anything, I already understand!"

Marcus interrupted him, muttering to himself: "I already feel it!"

Huai Shi wanted to withdraw his hand while he was talking to himself, but that hand suddenly stretched out and squeezed his wrist again with such force, like iron tongs.

"It's war."

Marcus murmured, his eyes burning like fire, "The smell of war! Yes, you are planning a war, Russell, I know...a life-and-death war, I know it, I know it, It's finally here at this time!"

He exclaimed excitedly: "The end of the blessed land is here!!!"

? ? ?

Huai Shi was at a loss.

I don't know what he is talking about.

"Ahem, Marcus... that... the war plan against the ranchers has been cancelled." Russell reminded in a low voice, "The plan was too exaggerated because of insufficient budget, and there was no possibility, so it was rejected a lot. Years."

"Who dare?!"

Marcus suddenly turned his head and glared at him: "It's the Control Bureau, isn't it? I knew it was the group of dogs! There are also the gang of survivors who will only drag the waste!"

In the long silence, Huai Shi turned her head and looked at Russell.

Little eyes, big confusion.

Do you call this "gentle and gentle"?

Do you have any misunderstandings about Dongxia language?

"Marcus, calm down, calm down..."

"It's not the plan to capture the most blessed land, it's the Green Sun sequence?" Marcus asked, "Is the development of the border of **** to be realized?"

"Uh...Even though the Green Sun has come true, the border of **** is still far away..."

Marcus pondered for a moment, and then he suddenly said, "Could it be that the Golden Dawn project to explore the origin of the abyss is finally about to be launched?"

"Ah, in a sense... but not this?"

"It's never the kingdom of heaven coming, right?"

"The kingdom of heaven hasn't been there for many years, and it hasn't fallen, my friend." Russell sighed, "The land of nothingness in the data center has sunk into hell..."

"presumptuous!!!"

Marcus roared, with blue veins bursting on his face, furious: "It's a shame! Russell, call Vitali and Orton, let's burn the rebellious group to ashes!"

With that, he pulled Huai Shi and rushed out a few steps, but Huai Shi did not move. Soon, the old man turned his head and looked at them angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, let's go."

"Vitaly and Ulton are dead, Marcus, isn't this an obituary you posted yourself?"

Russell looked at him pityingly: "The kingdom of heaven no longer exists. All our great plans and hopes have disappeared, and they have fallen along with our ideals.

It's been seventy years, how long will you still be immersed in this dream? "

"me……"

Marcus was stunned for a long time, as if he could not understand what he was saying.

It's like a lost child.

Can't find a direction, but can no longer escape reality.

"If they are gone..."

He asked dullly: "But where should I go?"

Russell was silent, without answering.

"Where are you? Russell? Are you Russell? Are you what I imagined? Like in the past." Marcus whispered blankly, "I... am I sick again?"

"Sorry, I miss you so much... I really miss you..."

He lowered his head, already tears in tears, "But I have...I have...nowhere to go...Please tell me, where is my home?"

"This time it's not an illusion."

Russell pressed his shoulder and told him seriously: "I'm right in front of you, Marcus, I'm here to find you back."

The man covered his face and cried silently.

Huai Shi looked away, couldn't bear to look again.

.

.

After a long time, when Marcus finally calmed down, he seemed to have become a wooden man.

Sitting in a chair sluggishly, silent, without saying a word.

It seems to have lost his soul.

"What happened to him?"

Huai Shi stood in the distance, looking at the lonely figure, and asked softly: "...crazy?"

Unable to image, how much impact did the fall of the Utopia bring to him.

It turned a sublimator into madness, and turned that wise and elegant diplomat into what he is now.

"Yeah, crazy."

Russell lowered his head and smoked. "After all, he is a Roman. It's not surprising that he often ventilates... Haven't you seen any mad Roman royal family?"

Huai Shi was speechless.

This is also a weird rumor that has spread throughout the present realm.

Among the Roman emperors of the past generations, there are no lack of obvious kings, and there are no lack of firm and wise men, but there are not a few exceptions-the more obvious, the wise and the far-sighted, the more faint and tyrannical after the old age.

No, it's almost crazy.

Fortunately, several emperors directly caused civil strife and war, pushing Rome to the brink of disintegration several times.

It is hard to imagine how such accidents converge in one place, almost forming an unwritten tradition.

If it is a bloodline defect, it can't be explained. After all, Rome is important to the throne, but it is not obligatory to inherit the blood. There are several emperors who were even slaves or electors.

But once you sit in that chair, there is no end to it.

The emperors of the past dynasties have been poisoned to death, assassinated, and died of severe illness...

As for the emperor's heirs and relatives, there are already too many to count.

"Should it be said that power makes people crazy?" he asked curiously.

"No, this is a curse, Huaishi."

Russell said: "The curse of the throne, the weight of the crown, the price of becoming the supreme supreme..."

In Rome, the emperors of the past were given the stigmata and miracles of their heavenly father Jupiter before they became the masters of the Roman genealogy.

At the moment he became the king, he would become the "crowned one" as he should, inheriting the correction value accumulated by all Roman emperors in history.

A person, regardless of whether he was a sublimator or not, after experiencing such a ritual, he will become one of the few powerhouses in the whole realm.

The memories of the emperors of the past dynasties, the essence and experience of countless struggles will be mobilized with him, so that he can understand them.

After thousands of years, Rome's correction value has reached more than 300%. This power, combined with miraculous imprints and authoritarian relics, can already be called a half-human and half-god.

This is no secret at the top of the major pedigrees, but it was the first time that Huaishi knew about it, and was shocked and puzzled by it.

More importantly, since he is so strong... Then what curse can threaten the emperor?

"Isn't it the only Rome that can destroy Rome?"

Russell replied: "There is no such thing as a pie in the sky, Huai Shi-in addition to inheriting all the correction values, it will also carry the entire pedigree and the'distortion' produced by Rome. This is The duty of the emperor."

One hand holds the strongest power in the world, while the other hand holds a terrifying curse that can poison the entire world.

For ordinary people, they can't bear one of them, let alone both?

At the moment when the crown is put on, the emperor's life will enter the countdown.

In a long period of time, until life, soul and will are consumed and exhausted, I can no longer bear the burden.

"The pressure brought by this power and curse is too great, and it will even spread to the relatives... The so-called madness is just the best end.

Even if it is not from the blood, as long as there is a family connection, it is absolutely impossible to get rid of it.

What do you think the guards who accompany the emperor do? Is it to protect the strongest emperor in the world? No, to protect Rome.

If the Senate determines that the emperor is in madness, then the Guards will be responsible for cutting off the emperor’s head to prevent freezing and the spread of disaster...

If the emperor confirms that his relatives have no cure, he must be killed by his own hands-Marcus can be allowed to live to this day, in addition to many people who have received his kindness, it is also Titus The limit can be done. "

"Because of the stimulus of the fall of heaven, out of control?"

"Perhaps, or maybe it's disappointment for those of us, leaving him nowhere to go..."

Russell sighed: "In the past, all of us thought he would be different. Because he is too calm, so gentle, that people love and trust, and he successfully created an illusion.

An illusion that he is strong..."

"Uncle, he is really strong."

The speaker is the returning emperor.

I don't know when, he was already standing outside the courtyard, quietly gazing at the man's back, but he didn't come forward.

"When I was very young, I knew that he was different from other people."

Titus turned his head and said: "In the Roman court, the uncle was always a stranger-not obsessed with pleasure, not chasing extravagance, nor indulging desire~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Without his teaching, there would be no today. I."

He paused and said coldly, "Russell, it's your fault for him to be like this."

"Yes it is."

Russell nodded, without the slightest excuse.

"You have already met him, so you should understand that he is no longer available and worthless." Titus asked again: "Do you still stick to the original idea?"

"Yes."

Russell replied solemnly: "If he is not there, the reconstruction of the heavenly pedigree is meaningless. That is his home, your majesty, the home he has chosen for himself."

"...Then, take him back."

Titus remained silent for a long time and said softly: "He is my teacher and my most respected elder. I can't stop him if he wants to go home.

He is very old, Russell, dementia, madness, amnesia, vague consciousness, don't even remember my nephew, but he still remembers you.

I will not ask you how to make him realize his own value, nor do I plan to let you build a meticulous nursing home for him. I only hope that all his sacrifices will be meaningful.

His... death can be valuable. "

"It must be so."

Russell nodded solemnly.

So, in the silence of parting, the emperor walked to the old man's side, bent down, squeezed his hand, kissed his cheek for the last time and hugged him.

"Uncle, you can go home."

He whispered goodbye: "I will miss you."

Marcus was sluggish for a long time, as if he understood something, and smiled joyfully.

Titus was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

Never look back.

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