Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 956: prelude

Prologue of Chapter 956

"Just useful"

The man named Yeats leaned on the chair and read the book, and said without looking up, "The Golden Dawn is not a reformatory."

"what is that?"

Lu Baiyan asked, "What is the reason for destroying the kingdom of heaven, leading to the fall of the ideal country, and making waves in **** for so many years?"

"Of course it is to destroy this world."

After Yeats clipped the bookmark, he closed the collection of poems in his hand, and answered calmly: "The literal meaning, everyone, where there are people, everyone's achievements and works, are all given without leaving a trace. Complete destruction."

This gentle and elegant man narrated the most brutal words in the world, and after a slight pause, he told him meaningfully: "It's just that, before that, some people must die first."

All the remnants of the ideal country, all those who try to reorganize the heavenly pedigree and reappear in the past, must be destroyed and died most thoroughly.

at all costs.

Just like Russell's determination.

If in the past, the two sides could barely maintain such a tiny bit of harmony in **** while mixing sand with each other, then now it is the most complete break.

In the deep hell, two branch campuses under the jurisdiction of Ramanujan and Ms. Chen have started a fierce war with the ruler.

Soon, the ivory tower will also pay the price for his arrogance.

At this moment, following Yeats's words, after the carriage, in the carriage that was supposed to carry goods and timber, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened.

The sleeping legion was awakened.

The freezers from the Golden Dawn felt the looming killing intent.

At this moment, above the sky, a scarlet perfect circle suddenly appeared. The four rays of blood radiated from above the perfect circle, and a small dot emerged from the center of the circle.

It was like the aim of a sniper rifle, which was aimed at the train.

The terrorist forces far away at the border are slowly accumulating.

Look down indifferently.

——Call the dragon flute.

This is the true form of warfare in Dragon Calling Flute. As the world's largest abyssal probe, it is also the prototype of the ultra-deep **** strike weapon assembled by the Utopia on the eve of its fall.

But now, it is not in a hurry to drop the blow of destruction.

Just show his own existence.

To declare this unspeakable anger to the traitors of the past.

"Look, they are looking at us."

Yeats chuckled lightly.

But Lu Baiyan was unmoved, but looked at the distant mountains from the window.

It's as if you can feel the resonance between this destiny.

"Where is he."

Through countless dancing blizzards and gusts, staring at that distant figure... able to see the tyrannical glow after the infinite storm, the pupils of the eyes were stung by the sharp power, and bloodshots appeared.

"Is that Russell's sun? It's so dazzling..."

Lu Baiyan whispered softly.

"Yes." Yeats said, "it will be brilliant in the foreseeable future."

"No, he won't."

At that moment, the crown of the country's death emerged from the top of Lu Baiyan's head.

After seventy years of silence, the former Da Si Ming stared at his descendants, his substitutes, indifferently.

At the moment when they looked at each other, what emerged from the hearts of both parties was the most straightforward and pure determination.

He said, "I'm going to kill him."

At that moment, the young man by the campfire on the hills seemed to hear his words.

Smiling calmly.

The fingers slumped in front of the knees flicked slightly.

Knocked the note that opened the curtain.

As a result, the creeping ghosts on the train raised their red eyes, as if they had noticed something, and stared at the raging wind and snow ahead.

Amidst the vast whiteness, an erratic shadow suddenly appeared.

Along the invisible railroad track, toward the speeding train, oncoming.

Step by step, forward.

Under the windbreaker dancing in the blizzard, the slender palm dragged the heavy sword, cutting through the wind and frost, causing the iron blade to rub against the frost, and sparks flew.

The train roared.

Amidst the muffled sound of countless rails beating, a high-pitched siren burst out.

On the roof of the car, the dwarf-like alien ghosts with slender hands and feet began to wriggle, with vague and sharp voices brewing in their throats, swallowing saliva before hunting, waiting for someone to dare to climb this train of death.

They are vying for the top position with each other and are ready to pounce.

Compared with the speeding train, the erratic figure speed is so slow, but when stepping, the footprints seem to crush the snow and ice, imprinted in the stone and iron under the snow.

Then, from the sound of the wind, the neighing, and the roar of the train, a ray of clear voice suddenly sounded.

Just like vibrating strings.

It was the sword blade that cut through the low noise of the flying snow and wind, the mountain monarch screamed silently, his teeth sucked blood, his eyes were scarlet from the cage, and he stared at the prey in front of him.

In the driver's seat, the driver who turned into a living corpse stared blankly, feeling the contradiction and conflict between the predetermined order and the reality.

Right in the front of the track, the sudden road blocker raised his epee and aimed it at the speeding train ahead.

--cut!

Suddenly, the high heat swept through, as if lava rushed to gather on the blade, melting all the insignificant snow and ice, piercing the storm, and at the moment of freeing from the shackles, violently destroying everything in front of him.

The violent shock burst out.

The horror train full of **** creatures collided with the blade, and what it set off was not a loud noise and roar, but a sad and sad sound of the piano!

Sing for the wanderers!

The once dead classic, the song of the wanderer written for the Gypsies, is played from the blade of the sword at this moment.

Under the torn hood, Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, and a fiery glow burst into his eyes.

The black totems that were originally hidden under the thin clothes are rapidly expanding and spreading, climbing up to her face, making that pretty and quiet cheek also become solemn and solemn.

The moment the piano sounded, the imprints of miracles that were silent in the bloodline also awakened, turning the originally dark lines into crimson, growing rapidly, even breaking through the physical manifestations, and slender appeared on her forehead. And the curved angle projection.

Imprint of miracles, prisoner cow!

The fragments stripped from the dragon veins rushing on the earth of East Xia are crowned with the traces of gods formed by the dragon's heirs. Take the endless world melody and the sound of all things as the carrier, appearing in the world!

At this moment, with the melody of swinging the sword, a long dragon chant emerged from the singing of the violin, shook the world in front of him, and shattered all the insignificant things into dust.

The train shook violently, the terrifying waves spread, and the hot Foehn wind swallowed the flying strange ghosts, instantly turning them into ashes.

And that galloping train also derailed under this sword, leaning from the original road, staggering towards the rugged ice field, and passing by the original edge.

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From the front of the train, a huge crack emerged from the car body, spreading rapidly as the blade advanced. Like a giant beast with its abdomen cut open, thick and foul-smelling blood spewed out from it, leaving a rapidly spreading red mark on the pale ice sheet.

Many carriages were overturned and rolled, and countless sundries flew out of the broken carriages.

In the shock, the tattooed face suddenly raised his hand, and a vague and low chant came from behind the cracked face. The originally inclined carriage was suspended in the air by invisible force and slowly landed.

Outside the car, Yuan Yuan raised his hand and tore off his cumbersome windbreaker, revealing his slim white shirt.

The long hair curled into a ponytail was fluttering in the snow wind.

Just like a banner.

"Just say hello."

She asked calmly: "Next, can you please stop hiding?"

In this way, she raised the sword in her hand toward the strange ghosts and corpse dogs who climbed out of countless trains. In the reflection of the sword's spine, the freed mountain monarch laughed and roared silently.

Different from the gentle melody of the past, under the miraculous engraving and blessing of the prisoner cow, the performance on the blade at this moment has become mighty and magnificent. The emptiness entrusted in the sound of the piano was transformed into a true and unimaginable power, and as she rushed forward, she swayed tyrannically.

In this way, in an instant, it turned into a howling meteorite, easily smashed the outer shell of the carriage, and plunged into the darkness, bringing a burning fire.

Sweep!

A round track was left from the darkness, and all opponents blocking in front were cut in half!

But there was another screaming cry in the wind.

The blade lifted and the steel collided.

Outside the cracked carriage, the falling light illuminates the attacker.

"It's really a woman?"

The knight covered in heavy armor raised his head, holding a halberd and a large shield in his hand, and sneered jokingly: "I didn't expect such a powerful lady to be cultivated in the realm..."

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This is the emblem of the betrayer.

The former members of the Eye of Nightmare, many solidified people who pursued their power into the abyss.

-Kumar exiled.

"Sorry, the Lord seems to have no time to take care of you temporarily."

He lifted the halberd and Chi pupil mocked, "How about come and play with me... But, there are more people, don't you care?"

Along with his words, in the carriage behind him, a pair of red eyes appeared.

The armored knights walked out of the darkness. On the blood-stained cloak, the badge of the cross of swords had already turned to pitch black. The solemn armor was covered with patina.

The Knights of the Sacred Heart, which had fallen from the Hell Conquest, reappeared in the world with such an ugly posture.

The whole staff solidified, completely mad from the erosion of the abyss.

Has long since fallen into a monster, there is no other pursuit besides killing and fighting...

"Come on, little girl."

Under the visor, Kumar's scar bends with a grin: "I will treat you well—"

The answer to him was the tweet of steel.

In an instant, a long distance was crossed.

Shanjun stabs!

It was like a broken bamboo, tearing his halberd, shield, armor, and even helmet.

Then, skillfully, cut off the head!

The body fell, blood gushing.

Yuan Yuan stepped over the corpse blankly and moved forward towards the knights advancing in Rulin, only to coldly leave the final evaluation.