Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Two minutes later, in the dead silence, there were only faint vibrations and shouts coming from the distance and from below.

　　 The snaking scarlet flows down the steps, dyeing the edges of the cracks on the ground red.

　　 Right at the feet of Huaishi, the crack has begun to repair and close itself, slowly creeping like a monster chewing food.

　　 Gradually, the limbs and faces wriggling in the pitch-like viscous liquid were no longer visible, and the wailing voice disappeared.

　　 Huaishi once tried to kill them, but they have been completely connected to the entire permafrost furnace heart. Even if they were pulled out, they would quickly collapse into ashes. In a short while, the remaining ashes will be pulled by the invisible force, and after returning to the fissure, they will form a numb face...

　　 Everything here is like this.

　　 can't be completely destroyed at all.

　　The highest achievement left by the casters back then, the metal used is naturally the most precious and durable type, and it can even extract the source material to repair itself, almost living.

　　 Now, these living metals connect them in series, turning them into a desperate unit...

　　 Huaishi glanced at the fissure behind him for the last time, stepped onto a higher level, and headed towards the top.

　　 As the height gradually climbed, he had come to the middle of the tower, and the style of the building he saw became more and more weird and beyond imagination.

　　The art from **** is displayed here.

　　As the tower unfolds and grows, even the walls of the tower body can no longer cover the expanding heart of the huge furnace, revealing the peaceful and serene ground outside.

　　In a beautiful world like a paradise, the crowds are still fighting fiercely, gifting scarlet blood to the earth...

　　 And Huai Shi is still going up.

　　The more you go up, the more you will be able to notice that countless forked roads are closing. As long as you go up, it seems that no matter which door you choose, you can reach the only end...All climbers will eventually gather in one place.

　　 There are more and more enemies.

　　 Not only the Nightmare Eyes and Ivy League sublimers, but also the quirky crowds of all kinds they hired, and even scholars and alchemists... and even the war machine left behind before the defeat of the Hell Workshop owner.

　　The speed of advancing and climbing is getting slower and slower, and the situation is getting more and more difficult.

　　 Battle after battle.

　　 Like the wailing here, there is no end in sight...

　　 Two hours later, Huaishi sat on the steps tiredly, staring at the messy corpse in front of him, her fingers trembling slightly.

　　 Too many battles, too many enemies, even the young man who is good at recovering feels a burst of exhaustion that is hard to resist.

　　 After the last elemental supply from the Ivy League was used up, his energy barely recovered.

　　 The wounds on his arms have re-grown under the effect of the silver-blood potion, but those criss-crossed metallic scars on the body look so tragic.

　　 "How far is it?"

　　 He leaned on the pillar and stared at the ceiling above his head.

　　 The frost giants who had been severely attenuated by their side did not respond, but they were silently strengthening their weapons, taking time to rest, waiting for another departure, or waiting for the enemy to appear again.

　　 Looking up from the edge of the cracked tower, the top of the tower seems to be hanging high, without pulling even a small distance, as if it has been stepping in place.

　　 This climb is too long, he is almost exhausted.

　　 As if afraid that he would feel lonely.

　　 The sound of iron boots rubbing against the floor again sounded from the stairs below, and the low footsteps from the Eye of Nightmare sounded overlappingly.

　　Beside Huai Shi, the frost giants sitting on the ground slowly got up, took up heavy weapons, and looked back in the direction of the entrance.

　　 There, an entire ten-man squad of Nightmare Eyes slowly walked up from the stairs, with a **** breath on the armor all over the slash.

　　 The emblems of Nightmare Eye on the shoulders and shield slowly opened.

　　 glowed with blood red light.

　　 They put on a shocking posture and strode forward.

　　The battle begins!

　　 Huaishi sighed, holding the sword of virtue, slowly getting up.

　　 The blade lifted up and pointed at the enemy.

　　 No need for any commands or words anymore, the frost giants are already rushing towards the enemy in the icy wind, the giant axe cut through the air, and collided with steel.

　　 There was a loud noise.

　　 dodged the cursed arrow flying from behind the shield, Huaishi stepped forward, dexterously turning around against the pierced blade, her palm was already pressed on the assailant's helmet.

　　 At that moment, the slender fingers burst out like a torrent.

　　 That is the surging flow of blood.

　　 washed through the thin blood vessels, when they merge into one place, it will glow with real thunder!

　　 The drum beats in the sky.

　　Drummer!

　　 A terrifying force comparable to a pile driver erupted in the palm of his hand. The tyrannical force caused the opponent to fly upside down, knocked down several teammates, and was smashed into the wall, unable to move.

　　 The fierce helmet shattered quickly, revealing the rough and indifferent face below, full of calm.

　　Even if Huai Shi held the sword forward, he had never been moved at all.

　　 Calmly, facing death.

　　 Ke Huaishi's footsteps stopped for a moment. He looked at his face and suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

　　The sublime of Nightmare Eye frowned, but did not speak, his eyes dropped, waiting to die.

　　 "Can't you talk? Are you reluctant to talk to me, or... simply can't talk?"

　　 In the noisy hustle and bustle, Huai Shi’s calm voice came, "Half an hour ago, I seemed to have killed you once...Don’t you remember?"

　　 The mercenary of Nightmare Eye was stunned, and immediately, as if finally remembering something, his face became pale.

　　 was sluggish.

　　 I seem to be unbelievable.

　　 "It's a good habit to remember the person you killed, right?"

　　 Huaishi looked around, ignored the surrounding fights, pinched his chin and fell into contemplation: "So, am I being drawn closer to some kind of illusion?

　　 No, unless it is a crown wearer-level illusion, it should have no effect on me. The Mirror of Void could not see anything...So, what kind of effect was formed by this high tower on the frontier relic? If it can affect so many people, it should be close to the scope of miracle engraving, right?

　　 can have such a degree of completion, there should be laws and secrets in it, and it has not reached the level of the creator and great master, such technical ability...Ivy? let me see……"

　　 After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and asked softly, "If I guessed correctly, this should be the trick of the ‘troupe’, right?"

　　 Accompanied by his words, the fight came to an end.

　　 Because all the movements of the nightmare eye stopped in place, immediately, as if awakened from a dream, he finally realized where he was.

　　 looked around blankly, slowly dissipating in the air.

　　 See you again.

　　 But the surrounding high tower scenery is changing rapidly, the magnificent decorations emerge from the air, accompanied by gorgeous murals, heavy curtains, high-hanging crystal lamps and other furnishings...

　　 seems to have come to a certain stage in an instant.

　　 What you can see is a theater that is so gorgeous that it is beyond words to describe. Outside the stage, there are countless seats on the semi-circular stands.

　　 Countless illusory figures are looking out with delicate telescopes.

　　 The sound of booing cheers one after another.

　　 is obviously very angry at the actor Huai Shi breaking the fourth wall without authorization.

The surroundings of Huai Shi suddenly became dark. In the darkness, a beam of light suddenly fell, illuminating the old man standing there. Wearing a mask on his head, he changed back to luxurious and tasteless costumes, and his fingers were full of Precious ring.

　　 "Pan Delong." He introduced himself.

　　 Then, the second light illuminates the man wearing a bachelor’s costume, a high hat and glasses, introducing himself: "Doctor."

　　 Then, it was the major.

　　 The Harley Quinn who has ever met.

　　 Then, wearing a whalebone dress, the elegant and beautiful masked lady appeared from the light, curtly bowed slightly: "I met you for the first time, Mr. Huaishi, I am Isabella."

　　 In the end, it was a young farmer who was dressed in ordinary attire and looked exhausted and exhausted.

　　 "I am Pierrot."

　　 Except for the other four members who are far away in the present world, more than half of the ‘troupe’ in Twilight Village has come here ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ standing in front of Huai Shi.

　　 The stingy rich man, the ignorant doctor, the timid major, the flamboyant servant, the vain lady, the cunning farmer...

　　 The pillars that sustain the story have been propped up, and the characters appear.

　　 became the enemy of Huai Shi.

　　 Huaishi raised her eyebrows and sighed: "Really, I thought it would be Liz."

　　 "Liz won't be here, Huaishi, you don't have to worry about where she is hiding in preparation for a sneak attack."

　　Pan Delong raised his hand, raised the brim of his head, and said solemnly: "Students have stepped onto the battlefield, and teachers should try to pave their way for the future and eliminate a little bump...

　　 Now in front of you, only us, only the theater company. "

　　 Huaishi couldn't help shaking his head: "In this way, how do you say such a despicable thing is so magnificent?"

"No way, it's as if some stigmas are particularly good at fighting, and some stigmas are particularly bad at it." Pan Delong responded leisurely: "Unlike other stigmas, the troupe's stigmas require sufficient preparation to be able to perform. It's basically useless...

　　 After all, most of us are teachers and scholars, and they are not good at fighting and fighting, so once we have to fight, we will try our best to have as many enemies as possible, just like now..."

　　 Before the words fell, Huaishi, without warning, pulled out Lord of the Flies and pointed it at Pan Delong's face.

　　 Repeat the old trick and pull the trigger.

　　Ultra-compact trial organization·Lord of the Flies' greatest contribution, liberation!

　　 The dazzling beam of light flew out silently at that moment, with the intense heat, tore the old face, penetrated his body, and soared out of the theater.