Apocalyptic Forecast

When Huai Shi looked down, Lu Baiyan finally noticed the cold that slowly engulfed himself.

It was like a quiet ice sea, pulling him coldly, taking away all his struggling power, and sending him to the deepest part of the dark chill...

Something named death.

Something called a trial.

Seventy years later, I came to him again...

Accompanied by those who have passed away.

Under the mighty night sky, countless shining stars quietly shed light, and those figures that have appeared in dreams and memories countless times seem to have returned from the past.

Looking down at his face indifferently.

Full of contempt.

"why……"

The hollow pupils were stung by those sights, and Lu Baiyan's expression cramped and gradually distorted: "Why do I have to be a betrayer!"

"I just hesitated..."

"I just...I just can't do anything!"

He shouted sternly, struggling hard, and the dry blood flowed out again from the cracks in his arms, forming ugly graffiti with difficulty.

Exhausted the last source of quality, he shattered his chest!

Forcibly, tearing off the flesh and blood that was pierced by resentment, and ignoring the battered body, launched Shadow Burial Shuttle.

But there is no more power to make him squander...

Just ran two meters, and was squeezed out of the shadow under Huaishi's sight, rolled to the ground, staggered up again, and ran wildly with both hands and feet.

Toward the distance.

Toward the door that was already close at hand.

"Beelzebub."

Huai Shi calmly raised the pistol: "Don't kill him."

"it is good!"

The young phantom grinned grimly. In an instant, a cloud of blood burst out from Lu Baiyan's left leg, and his calf separated from his limbs, flying up and down.

Lu Baiyan fell to the ground and raised his right leg with difficulty, trying to support it.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

The knee of the right leg was also broken.

Pour into the melting snow and mud.

Still struggling with convulsions.

I can't feel the pain for a long time...

But in the drowsiness, those phantoms seemed to be clearer.

Standing on both sides of him, staring at all this quietly, watching his ugly appearance.

"sorry Sorry……"

He apologized incoherently, but he didn't know what to say.

He hid his face in the mud and frozen snow in fear, and didn't dare to look at it again.

Just instinctively painted with the blood condensed in his arms, crawling on the ground, desperately fleeing, a little bit, squirming on the ground, forward.

"Goodbye, everyone……"

He murmured dullly, muttering to himself, "I'm going to travel."

"Go to a place...where I can go..."

In this way, dragging the remains, crawling hard.

Toward the place where you can get rid of pain and sin...

Go to hell.

It does not matter even if it is spurned by others and suffers eternal torment.

"sorry Sorry……"

Lu Baiyan kept repeating, reaching out, trying hard to touch the door frame of hell.

Finally, I saw the figure waiting behind the door.

Smiling Woodman lowered his head and extended his palm to him.

He was stunned, seemingly surprised, reaching out his hand full of expectation, trying to hold the gleam of hope that fell, but no matter what, he couldn't get any closer.

Because someone grabbed the ankle of his right leg, pulled him, cruelly backward.

He dragged him back to the world, under the indifferent overlooking of countless eyes.

He was stunned, screaming in horror, screaming vaguely, sobbing, trying hard to kick, and finally broke free from the pull of that hand, and crawled toward **** again.

Little by little...

Slowly and painfully, he crawled towards the door of liberation.

Then, he was dragged back again.

Once again, until he lost all his strength and stopped in front of the door in despair, he no longer had the strength to hold the palm of his hand.

Beside him, Huai Shi calmly looked down.

"It's time to say goodbye."

He said, "Lu Baiyan, you want to say goodbye to your friend."

"I……"

Lu Baiyan muttered blankly: "I...I still have...I still..."

"Sorry, your voice is a little bit small, I can't hear you clearly."

Huai Shi rolled up her sleeve and folded it three times upwards, revealing her arm: "But it doesn't matter, you can continue...whatever you say is fine."

"But no matter what you say, the result will not change."

From the flesh and blood of his right hand, the pale alchemy fire ignited, illuminating Huai Shi's calm face and his silent eyes.

In the darkness, there is only distant silence...

"The time has come, Lu Baiyan."

At that moment, a painful scream sounded.

As if to tear his soul apart, he cruelly ravaged his will, bringing suffering and torture in the furnace.

The burning iron hand has penetrated his body.

——The forging begins!

Da Si Ming's talent, Yang Sheng, runs here.

It was like picking a ripe fruit from a tree. When Huaishi's palm was pulled out, it pulled out the remaining broken roots, as well as the crown of white jade.

Under the burning of alchemy fire, all the precipitation of the abyss disappeared silently.

The miracle of purification has transformed again and turned into an ancient book from Huai Shi's hands.

Then, Huai Shi reached out again, causing pain to come again and suffering forever.

In this way, inch by inch, he searched for the cracked soul, clenched it tightly, and pulled out the crystallization of miraculous imprints and heaven, a jade june overflowing with clouds of smoke and light.

Finally, he reached out for the third time.

Finally squeezed his soul.

In the screaming hoarse screams, flames were applied to the soul, all his origins were forcibly manipulated, shrinking inward, and in the end, a dark ink ingot was formed, and it was pulled out!

When Huai Shi let go, the mutilated body landed silently.

There was no more expression in the sluggish eyes, only a void. Sticky saliva flowed down from the corners of the mouth, mixed with bloodshots...

The soul has already ushered in destruction.

But it's not over yet.

In the silence, Huai Shi drew the axe of anger, aimed at his neck, and raised it.

As Russell said.

Cruel, ruthless, to perform the duties that belong to the chief commander, in the most straightforward and cruel way, to perish the rebels!

Only in this way can justice and axioms be manifested.

In this way, in the sight of the probe, in front of the gate of hell, under the witness of the whole world...

——The trial is here!

cut!

The sticky blood sprayed out and crossed the door of hell, as if it had fallen on the face of Phantom.

The eternal smile that made Woodman's mouth was also gloomy.

Until now, Huai Shi raised her head and looked behind the door indifferently.

"Don't you want it?"

He lifted his foot and kicked something on the ground, "Here, here you are."

The head rolled and stopped at Woodman's feet.

Slowly stop.

This is the answer of the heavenly pedigree.

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At the same time, in different places.

In the reflection of the fast food restaurant, Woodman sighed with regret.

"It's a pity that I died... Transformed from pain and followed my own will to choose hell-what kind of despair brought about by this shame and self-denial that has been brewing for 70 years? What about the fruit?"

He said, "Just a little bit, he can be our companion."

"Or, you can change the method."

Russell sincerely suggested, "If you really care about brotherhood, he can't accompany you, you can also accompany him... If you are in a hurry, you can sign up on the spot now, and I can ask Huai Shi to give you a discount."

"Haha, really humorous, as always."

Woodman shook his head: "The Golden Dawn is not like you. It will become a place where you will become vulnerable because of a little bit of frustration... Our days are still long."

"Don't worry, it won't be too long, it will end soon."

Russell shook his head. "That day will come soon, Woodman, before that...whatever you want, I can guarantee: you won't get anything!"

"Sounds scary."

Woodman rubbed his eyes, as if wiping away non-existent tears: "I'll start to look forward to it, Russell. But you are a bit wrong."

He paused, and did not hide the ferocious smile on his face:

"——Things we don't have, we like it better, take it ourselves!"

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At this moment, above the snowy field, Woodman looked up, with the same smile.

"Huai Shi, to thank you for your gift."

He said, "I also have a gift for you."

Between his slowly spreading hands, a light curtain emerged, revealing Huai Shi's very familiar scenery.

Quiet campus, reverberating bells, and crowds of people coming and going.

——The Tower of Ivory!

Just above the light curtain, the sky of nothingness shattered!

A pair of huge and hollow eyes emerged from the broken firmament ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked down, and countless rays of light shone from the darkness.

That is the stars.

The stars from **** crashed down.

Towards the peaceful college, bring down destruction!

The shrill sirens instantly sounded through every corner, and then, a heavy defense emerged out of thin air, shrouded in every building.

Emergency measures were activated.

All the students who were active or enjoying the live broadcast were pulled by the main frame of the creation and flew to the deepest six shelters. Then, based on the age, sequence and faculty composition, groups of three were isolated to avoid harm The proliferation and spread of.

And the surging firelight and chaos have spread from this quiet city for a long time.

A big hand emerged from the gap in the border, clenched into a fist, and slowly moved closer, and then opened his five fingers, and countless large groups of **** like grass seeds were thrown into the world below.

The seeds of death and extinction were sown.

Just above the cracked square, the creator named Mathers raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, held the brim of his hat, and hit the gong with his cane.

In an instant, the double helix secret instrument proliferated from nothing.

With the abyss bloodline as the link, the domain was lowered, and the inside and outside were isolated——

【Inner Array】Expand.

Then, after the crack, the most brilliant star, burning with layers of light, finally fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

There was a sudden shock at the border of Novosibirsk.

Embarrassed and overwhelmed.

Thirty-six rays of light spread to the surroundings, circling from the ancient singing.

The skinny old man cast like steel raised his face.

Based on this piece of foreign land.

——Wai Dao Wang!

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