Apocalyptic Forecast

Apocalyptic Prediction Text Volume 875 Chapter In the dark palace of the spokesperson of the dead, countless translucent faces are suspended in the alchemy matrix above the ceiling. Those dead souls are refitted with their source qualities and records, and become almost perfect. The pseudo-spiritual copy of.

　　 At this moment, countless voices continued to ring from Hedi's ears.

　　 "Your progress has been slow."

　　 "When does this go on like this?"

　　 "A change must be made."

　　 "Otherwise, you will suffocate and die."

　　 "As I said earlier, the Roman secret instrument should be used. The Greek one that has been eliminated is simply not acceptable."

　　 "It won't be useful to repent of things until now, it will only increase civil strife, and our talents are not better than that of Publius."

　　 "But Publius has no more energy...After so many divisions of blood, spirit, body and bones, does he really have his original talents?"

　　 "There is one thing to say, I think it is stupid to create a god, you should try my project..."

　　 "Huh? The sea of ​​artificial silver is simply uncontrollable. On the contrary, it is not as meaningful as the re-creation of the remnants of the world."

　　 "If you want to talk about this, I won't be sleepy..."

"enough!"

　　A majestic phantom soul interrupted those useless quarrels and complaints.

　　 The source quality flowing between the copies of the spirit body quickly transmitted the conclusion of thinking, the sparks of thinking collided and rubbed against each other, and finally concluded a conclusion that was recognized by everyone.

　　 The majestic face of the previous generation chief was down, looking down at Hedi’s indifferent face: "Losing the initiative is equivalent to sitting and waiting, Hedi, you are the chief and you should do something."

　　 has not suffered the resentment and resentment after poisoning and murder.

　　 has not undergone any brainwashing and modification, nor has it suffered any ravages and tortures.

　　 These souls who have been resurrected by phenomena after death do not care to provide wisdom and reference for the murderer who killed them, and even do not care that they are dead.

　　 It doesn’t matter even if he is a believer who knows that Hedi is a piper.

　　 The instinct of the alchemist has already overwhelmed everything, curiosity, research desire, and uncontrollable impulse to explore, the important parts that make up the soul have been faithfully reproduced.

Unlike the mediocre people who died of impure death, these fanatical followers accepted their death in less than a few minutes. After leaving a little regret, they began to willingly continue to provide services to the murderer. .

　　 without reservation.

　　 They just want to see the result, even if even this self-consciousness is false, they also want to satisfy this hopeless impulse.

　　 Reality has proved that Publius' talent is far above them.

　　Since the existence of great masters is not comparable to those of the flawed ones, why not accept their failures, obey changes, and explore a higher realm?

　　 They don't care about other people's lives, not even their own lives.

　　 Besides, it’s just that there is no way to eat, and it’s not that there is no way to continue research. After death, you can continue to chase new wisdom...

Isn't 　　 good?

　　 "I don't like to act rashly until I know the details of my opponent."

　　 Hedi shook his head, "The faster you move, the faster you die. In the end, you guys, didn't you fail because of your arrogance? Can't you learn?"

He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, groaning, and slowly said: "The Wufu of the Astronomical Society is never to be feared. Mikhail's projection is nothing but a mere appearance, beyond the reach, he can only maintain that area, other Don't be fooled by the fundamental strength of the person.

　　The real threat is never Mikhail, but the people behind Mikhail..."

　　He paused, raised his eyes to look over, and asked, "In today's era, are there any other people besides the gods that can launch the [God Showdown]?"

"Thirty percent may be Mikhail, 40 percent are unknown miraculous imprints, and 19 percent are from Helios... Among them, there is a real possibility of a **** coming here. Sex is even less than one percent."

　　 The chief of the previous generation quickly came to the most objective conclusion: "The gods and the gods are mutually exclusive, Hedi, like two stars will not easily come close.

　　 After Apollo’s mystery-making device was activated, it was absolutely impossible for another **** to enter Helios—rather, it was because the divinity that Publius recreated was so successful that it was used by his opponent instead. "

　　The representatives of the dead souls finally warned: "The most dangerous time has been reached, and we must respond."

"I know."

　　 Hedi beat his deputy and said calmly, "I know."

　　 At this moment, in this temple belonging to Hades, the king of the underworld, under the overlook of countless souls, the huge matrix in the center of the hall lights up again.

　　 offered massive sacrifices. After offering countless sacrifices, the liquid gold swelled up from the cauldron, broke through the blood, and turned into a descending embryo.

　　 Endless dark precipitation emerged from it.

　　 Immediately afterwards, a thin and towering back emerged from it, dark, covered in layers of gold ornaments, embellished with lapis lazuli and rubies, and raised his eyes slowly.

　　 sniffing the smell in the air, frowning unhappily.

　　 "The smell of the alchemist..."

　　The crown wearer from **** raised his eyes and looked at Hedi above, mocking: "Is the contractor you? Do you expect this to bind me?"

　　 He opened his lips slightly and blew a breath. In an instant, the wind of decay from time broke through the boundaries, turned into a torrent, and rushed forward.

　　 Soon, it disappeared in front of the scepter in Hedi's hand.

　　 "The witness of the contract is the supreme one who blows the sound of truth——" Hedi asked blankly: "Dare you offend his majesty?"

　　 "My master does not have a second, jester, pay attention to your words!" A cold light appeared in the crown-wearer's animal eyes: "I only serve the declining Lord, the immortal'Blighted King'!"

　　 "This is also the permission of the Withered King!"

　　 Hedi raised his scepter again and pointed it at his face: "Sumerian **** demon, solidified evil spirit-Betrayer Gala! I command you in your name and obey me -"

　　He paused and smiled maliciously: "Or, you can make another choice."

　　Under the restriction of the contract, the ancient solidification person fell into silence, and countless phantoms appeared in the weird luster flowing on the golden embellishment, all of which were the twisted faces of the dead.

　　 For a long time, he slowly looked behind him.

　　 In the darkness behind him, a pale face emerged.

　　, shrouded in pitch-black tulle, is a beautiful face that can be described as beautiful, but lifeless.

　　 For this amazing beauty, Gala didn't have any feelings of appreciation, but was full of disgust for those hollow eyes.

　　 A lie, a false bubble, just like the promise of all jesters, there is no truth at all, but the same... is full of threats and malice.

　　 "I will obey the contract, alchemist."

　　 Gala retracted his gaze and chose to obey the authority of the Supreme: "Give me weapons, give me blood, give me war...Finally, let your doll be farther away from me."

　　 "Then, happy cooperation."

　　 Hedi raised his hand and once again concluded an inviolable contract.

　　 As the darkness dissipated, countless huge shadows emerged from the end of the hall like a tide, the scarlet eyes raised, already impatient.

　　 "I have prepared the war you want for you, Gala."

　　 Hedi smiled, and told the master of the crowd who was loyal to death:

　　 "——Before the war is over, learn to be friendly with [Pandora]."

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　　 At the same time, in another huge hall, the visitor put down his teacup and started his cigar again: "It always feels like Garland, you are in big trouble."

　　 "This has nothing to do with you, Izhekter."

　　 In front of him, the Grand Master shrouded in invisible flames said coldly: "You only need to do what you need to do. You don't need to take care of other things."

"Aha, don't even Little Garland look down on me now." Iz scratched his head awkwardly, full of concern: "Aren't I here to care about the health of the younger generation? Blood fever is such a troublesome stubborn illness, and the body can still support it. Live?"

　　 "More than enough."

　　 Garland lowered his eyes, staring at the blood flowing from his fingertips.

　　 Bits of blood fell on the ground, and burned pieces of scorch marks.

　　 "Then, I won't bother."

　　 Iz raised his hand, put on his hat, got up and patted his pants, and said goodbye politely: "For the sake of you asking me to drink tea, how about giving you a prophecy?"

　　 "Not interested." Garland replied indifferently: "No matter what happens, everything is a part of fate, isn't it?"

　　 "You really look like Publius." Izzy laughed.

　　 "Who said no?"

　　 Garland retracted his gaze.

　　 Izhekter, the high priest who inherited the noble blood and holy spirit from America, has disappeared without a trace.

　　 In the silence, Rachel, who was sluggish next to him, woke up like a dream and opened his eyes.

　　 "What happened?" He asked puzzledly.

　　 "Nothing happened."

　　 Garland stared into the distant fog, looking at the tall tower burning with the sun's rays, as if he could see the god's embryo brewing in it.

　　 The prototype of the **** is also looking at him.

　　 So, his eyes gradually became cold.

　　 makes the blood cold.

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　　 Four hours later, the Huai poetry of drinking, playing cards and singing suddenly stopped ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ was pulled to the top of the heart of the permafrost by invisible force.

　　 blankly squeezed the cup in his hand and sat on the throne of the sun-caster.

　　 realized that I was overwhelmed by eating and drinking, and didn't even see that the countdown was over.

　　 Before he could react, a new round of duel began.

　　 When the roar burst out from the mist again, a hideous silhouette emerged from Huai Shi's eyes.

　　 Surrounded by colorful RGB lights, towers like evil dragons rose from the ground, and the broken dog that disappeared for an unknown period appeared in front of him.

"Ok?!"

　　 Huaishi was stunned for a moment. Didn't expect this wave to beat himself?

　　 Then, he saw that countless staggered roads stretched out from the fog, covering the entire battlefield.

Hundreds of magnificent bronze mirrors soaring into the clouds stood during the period, slowly rotating, reflecting the varied reflections of each other, making those complicated and weird roads twisted like chaotic wool, turning them into insoluble ones. Dead knot.

　　 Just looking at it makes people dizzy. Those three-way intersections overlap and become a weird maze.

　　 No one can find its beginning and end.

　　 And this time, the rules of the venue are also terribly weird, which makes it impossible to understand.

　　——【Reversal of gains and losses】

　　What are the rules?

　　 Is it restricting alchemy?

　　 Huaishi looked up blankly and looked at the opposite side.

　　 Then, I saw myself sitting on the throne of the Suncaster.

　　'Huaishi' showed a wicked smile.

　　The saliva and the tongue are thrown out from the corner of the mouth...

　　 flows all over the ground.