Apocalyptic Forecast

Now, seventy years of brewing and hard work have finally ushered in a harvest.

It's not just the fiasco of the Golden Dawn.

——But this ‘camouflage’ that has accumulated over time and is already perfect!

At this moment, even if Woodman stood up and announced to the world: ‘The Book of Destiny in Russell’s hands is fake! ’No one will believe it.

Everyone would think that it was Mimir's wisdom and strategy that caused the Golden Dawn to usher in heavy losses and sounded the clarion call for the reorganization of the heavenly pedigree.

Foresight, foresee the enemy's aircraft first!

It's really amazing!

Didn't Huai Shi just take out the Book of Destiny!

In this wave, Russell transferred important assets ahead of time, and even hid the book of destiny in his own students, it is really amazing!

what? Russell is Rocky?

Don't be kidding me, my friend, although this old man is a little bit cheap, a little bit damaged, occasionally a little too inhuman, a little bit dark in his heart, and a lot of bastards... But how could he be a bad guy?

Right!

In this way, through acting skills and tricks, he successfully created an unshakable personality and image.

He has been preparing for this day since 70 years ago.

Relying on lies, tricks, full of resentment and anger, scheming preparations, day-to-day planning.

Replaced the established protagonist, and finally became the ‘hero’ who turned the tide!

This moment is his time.

Even if it is only here, even if only Woodman is known!

"You know what, I like the stage."

Russell smiled: "When the spotlight shines on, everything will become bright and beautiful, and everyone will be immersed in a beautiful illusion.

As long as you wear a mask, no one cares what the person under the costume is-when the horn is sounded, each of us will have our own role. "

He shook his head mockingly: "Who is the protagonist, who is the supporting actor, who is the villain, who is the cannon fodder... Long before the drama began, it was already doomed.

Don't think about robbing the scene, my friend, take a lunch box and leave the show obediently. "

He said, "You have to learn and adapt to the times."

"Without the Book of Destiny, it is impossible to inherit the correction value of the Utopia. Do you want to rebuild the heavenly lineage?"

Woodman looked at Russell coldly and sneered: "You are wishing!"

"If you have a dream, do it, and talk about the things after you wake up."

Russell leaned on the bench and once again revealed a mysterious look: "Besides, how do you know-in these seventy years, have I found the book of destiny?"

Woodman's expression stagnated.

And Russell laughed again.

"Wow, why did you believe it again?" The old man grinned viciously: "No? You know I'm Rocky. Do you still believe I will tell you the truth?

Woodman, you are so gentle! "

"By the way, you can guess again..." He paused and asked mysteriously: "Am I really Rocky? Or, is this another Mimir's disguise? Or, the real Mimir? , Is actually another appearance of the great **** Zeus?"

"You won this round, Russell."

Woodman suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I hope you can always win. Remember, the game between us will be very long..."

Just lose once, it is enough to make everything you own fall to pieces in hell!

He said, "I am looking forward to how long a dream held by lies will last."

"To be honest, I am afraid of trouble, my interests are changeable, and I never last long, especially not suitable for'pillars' work that can be overworked."

Russell shook his head, "On the contrary, I like to get addicted to others. What I do best is to throw the pot away. I feel comfortable throwing my mess to other people to deal with, watching them complain and make fun.

So, you think too much... Woodman, even without me, the heavenly pedigree can be reorganized in the hands of others-from those who are better than me. "

"Besides, have you forgotten?" He said, "There are also such things as the gods of the world."

"Come on, Russell."

Woodman shook his head with disdain: "If I were you, I wouldn't have too much expectation for a decoration that is better than nothing."

"No, no, no."

Russell laughed meaningfully and raised **** as if celebrating victory: "I mean-now, there are two!"

"...You can talk nonsense, Russell." Woodman was unmoved, "but don't think I will believe your nonsense."

"Believe or not lie with you, but you can say or not lie with me."

Russell spread his hands and smiled badly: "Besides, if I say that, you will plant a seed of doubt in your heart when you start. Will you start to be suspicious? Will you feel that you are throwing a rat? You will be unconsciously jealous. This is my purpose, Woodman!

I can say that what I just said was a lie, but would you really believe it?

Do you really think I don't have a book of destiny? Do you really think what I'm telling you is the whole truth? Or do you think that all I have prepared for you are these? "

"Think, Woodman, you have to think, keep thinking!"

Russell grinned and whispered maliciously: "But you have to remember that once you think about it, I will laugh."

Woodman did not speak.

It's just that his face becomes more and more ugly.

Russell, on the other hand, sniffed the scent of anger, refreshed.

Plant the seeds of doubt, sprinkle the rain of lies, grow the fruits of hesitation and restlessness, and finally reap the end of destruction... What could be more pleasant than this?

"Don't forget, Russell, you are not the only one who is good at this set."

Woodman is indifferent: "For a ‘poison’ like me, there is no limit. You can’t kill me. I’m everywhere-I’ll find the best viewing angle to appreciate your every move.

For example...how about your favorite student? "

He paused for a moment, and looked far away meaningfully, on the snowy field.

"From today, we will be with you forever... Himself, his love, the people around him, and even his students? No one is perfect, Russell, as long as you find an accurate breakthrough, anyone will feel it. The call of hell."

The Phantom from Hell raised his hand and pointed to his head: "I am looking forward to what kind of brilliance such a soul will shine when it falls into the abyss!"

"No, you won't."

Russell shook his head and sighed slightly.

It's like watching a dead child who has been taught to touch the switch, worried and full of helpless advice: "If I were you-I would stay away from him as far as possible."

"Soon, you will never want to appear in front of him again." He said, "because he will leave you with a shadow that cannot be erased.

He will make you reap pain. "

Russell’s solemn warning:

"——Unprecedented, painful."

"I will wait and see."

Woodman responded jokingly, his eyes filled with evil colors from hell, and laughed: "Our second game has begun, Russell."

"Do not."

Russell shook his head, leaned back on the chair, folded his arms, and was ready to watch the play: "I think it's over."

At that moment, Woodman's smile solidified on his face.

And in the blizzard.

In front of the gate of hell--

The young man facing Woodman smiled.

So sunny.

Gentle enough to dispel this eternal frost and wind and snow.

In his unfolded right hand, like magic, a strange crystal appeared-like a fragment from a certain mirror, crystal clear, reflecting a dazzling light.

But such a bright light made Woodman's expression twitching, and it was difficult to conceal the shock and fear. His eyes were scarlet in an instant and his expression was hideous.

Engulfed by the chill that has long been forgotten in the back of his head.

Almost screamed in surprise.

He wanted to withdraw his projection, but the meme that had already quietly infiltrated Huai Shi's soul could not be removed!

There is too much entanglement.

Too many memories.

When he looked at Huai Shi, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

After penetrating the poison that exists in the concept into Huai Shi's bones, he exists and is also held tightly by Huai Shi's forbidden hand. He is not allowed to escape from here at this moment.

It is as if the enthusiastic host is holding back the farewell guests.

Reluctant to give up.

It’s all here for the New Year’s Day...

"Woodman, you have to understand—I came here not for Lu Baiyan, but for you."

Huai Shi's words were soft, but Woodman began to tremble.

In Huaishi's hands, the fire of alchemy reignited, and the crystal clear fragment shrank quickly under forging, and in the end, it turned into an exquisite crystal bullet and filled it into Lord of the Flies' magazine.

The magazine closed, and the sound was crisp.

Huai Shi said: "Because I also have a gift for you."

"Its name is called'retribution'."

"It belongs to you, [retribution]!"

In this way, he solemnly raised the pistol, supported the wrist of his right hand with his left hand, and closed one eye, just like a beginner, aiming straight towards the flashing phantom.

Aimed at his face.

Pull the trigger.

In this way, it conveyed this greeting from the deepest part of hell.

tell him:

"--Mr. Vitali says hello to you."

At that moment, the fire flashed away.

The loud noise tore through the silence above the snowy field, countless wind and snow flew up in the roar, rustling down, under the cold night, in front of countless screens, I don't know how many people stood up and looked in astonishment, staring wide-eyed.

Behind the gate of hell, Woodman tilted his head blankly.

On that face that was indistinguishable between men and women, a big hole slowly emerged between his eyebrows. The phantom of nothingness was hit by this shot!

The twitching of delicate facial features.

There was a cracking sound.

The phantom flickered suddenly, convulsed, and countless cracks emerged from Woodman's body—and then, what sounded, it seemed to be a sorrowful cry that spread throughout the world.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

In hell, on the border, on the present.

At this moment, almost every corner of the world, I don't know how many people, the remote and desperate scream rang in their ears.

Under the sun, in the moonlight, on the wasteland, in the city, in front of the beasts and horses, in the TV screen, more and more parasitic people's eyes, suddenly appeared a painful and rolling figure.

Either old, young, male or female.

Everyone’s eyes are different, but everyone can conclude that it is a Roman with black hair and black eyes, and his expression... seems to be filled with indescribable despair and pain!

And in the deepest part of the Land of Nothingness, inside a sarcophagus covered with layers of matrix, a body connected to countless cables also began to spasm violently.

Open empty eyes.

Roared longitudinally.

The viscous bloodshot surging out from between his mouth and nose, activated, swimming like a snake in the antiseptic liquid.

The turbulent source material leaked, turning the entire storage place of the sarcophagus into a distorted magical realm.

That is the ravages from the road of change, with good and evil as spears, despair and happiness as poison, and curses and punishments against human nature and human knowledge!

The curse from the most evil god!

Once in contact, it quickly spread through the phantom, spreading to each host, absorbing the host's source material, and interfering with Woodman in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions...

When countless small pains overlap, they will turn into a torrent of crushing despair.

Finally, in front of Huai Shi, the screaming phantom suddenly stiffened.

From the bullet hole on the forehead, the crack has completely spread to the whole body.

The shrill sound of glass shattered.

Ushered in a collapse.

What lit up from under the gap was the cold light refracted by countless mirrors, and every broken mirror reflected a Woodman projection.

And when those countless mirrors gathered in one place, the rays of light intertwined, and a thin figure was faintly reflected.

Long hair is white, killing intent and hideous.

Old and cold.

Except for the trembling darkness, there is nothing in the pitch-black eyes!

Different from the gentleness and kindness left to the younger generation, that is one of the true essences of the path of change, the true collection of all the evil thoughts of human nature.

——Black God Vitali!

"It looks like someone has come to pick you up."

Huai Shi smiled and waved goodbye: "Wishing all the way well, I wish you...well, get along well?"

"Huai Shi!!!"

The boy's roar was harsh.

Regardless of everything, he rushed out of **** and reached out to grab Huaishi's face.

But then, the action quickly solidified.

Only one thread away.

freeze.

Huai Shi's smile did not change, she raised her right hand and turned to that hideous face...

Raise your middle finger!

"Goodbye~www.wuxiaspot.com~In an instant, countless mirrors appeared in the air, reflecting Woodman's appearance, overlapping and contracting with each other, quickly collapsing inward, and returning to a small point.

In the end, it fell into the hands of the Black God.

Hold tightly.

Without saying much, the mutilated Black God took a deep look at him, then turned and disappeared into the world in the mirror. Soon, the weird giant mirror expanded again, and after directly engulfing the gate of hell, it turned into a phantom light and scattered away.

Above the snowy field, only the whistling wind remained.

In the long and long silence.

The whole world was stunned at the tremendous changes that had taken place suddenly.

Unbelievable everything in front of me.

Woodman, dead?

ended?

Or is this the illusion of the golden dawn again?

One of the opponent's conspiracies?

Or is it true?

The present situation, borders, hell, the numerous remnants of the Utopia, the governing bureau, the surviving house, and even the five major pedigrees, as well as the golden dawn in hell, and even more countless snoopers, are all stuck in place.

Can't understand.

The brain is blank.

All I felt was the astonishment and shock from the depths of my soul!

And Huai Shi stood in the snow, silently looking at the night sky, the countless shining stars, and the gorgeous aurora extending from the horizon.

It's like being able to see the glory and glory of the past, focused and calm.

Smile silently.

"Tomorrow is good weather."

He sighed expectantly, turned and left.

Only countless silent probes were left, witnessing the ending after the dust settled.

This is a victory that belongs to the lineage of the kingdom of heaven.

Victory belongs to him!

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