Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Half an hour ago, at the other end of Helios, the misty giant tower and the blood-colored bone tower that were intertwined like rays of light faced each other far away.

　　 is just like the war and duel between gods and demons.

　　 The sloppy man leaned on his chair, drank wine with a headache, as one of the splits of Publius, representing the existence of the great master's soul.

　　 And just across from him, is Hedi with a calm expression.

　　 is not tense.

　　 There is no killing intent between each other.

　　 "It's so fast, Hedi, it seems that those third-rate goods are not useless."

　　The drinking alchemist made such an understatement of his colleagues in the past, condescending, but without ridicule and arrogance.

　　 is just telling the truth peacefully.

　　 Even the translucent spirits beside Hedi had no objection.

　　 The people who play with their lips and tongues are destined to miss the essence of alchemy. Who has reached this level of alchemists who don’t know where their limits are?

　　 For a great master, it is no different from rubbish.

　　 It doesn't make sense because he gets angry when he tells the truth.

　　 It's all dead.

With their abilities, after gathering all the wisdom, the limit that can be reached is such a limit-under the support of Hades's temple, it is difficult to interfere with the operation of the secret instrument, and he can barely control Hedi and Pubrius The duel was ten rounds ahead of schedule.

　　 This is still under the active cooperation of Publius.

　　 "Be patient, Publius." Heidi said, "It will take some time to get things done."

　　 With his words, the door under the tower burst open.

　　 Amidst the rush of blood, a figure shrouded in gorgeous gold ornaments slowly walked out, with two curved sickle blades slung around his waist, and scarlet eyes glanced at the opponent in front of him.

　　 At the other end of the battlefield, the silent burly giant.

　　 Hercules.

　　 The sound of gold and iron interlaced suddenly burst out, sparks leaped out of the void, and the high-pitched steel neighs spread in an instant.

　　 Gala had already pulled out a sickle blade in his hand, but Hercules remained motionless, just silently looking at his provocative opponent.

　　 Silently, a gap appeared in the sickle blade, making Kyara's eyes gloomy.

　　 put away the weapon.

　　 just took an unpleasant sip, "The second-rate goods made by God are really useless."

　　 I don't know whether he is talking about his weapon or the opponent.

　　 Even if he had received Hedi’s warning in advance, he still disregarded taboos and provoked the enemy, only to return in vain. This made the death followers who were intoxicated by the killing and blood especially unhappy.

　　 can't go on a fight heartily.

　　 is really not addictive.

　　 This kind of alchemist, huh...

　　 In silence, he slowly moved away, revealing the darkness behind him.

　　 In that darkness, under the guard of countless monsters, a black veiled girl stood quietly, waiting silently.

　　 Jia Luo hooked his finger, motioned the puppet with a shell to come forward, then pulled her arm and walked forward.

　　 pushed her to the center of the field.

　　 "Hurry up." Gala urged to the other side anxiously.

　　 Hercules raised his head and glanced at the top. After receiving a wave from Publius, he got up from the ground, slowly took off his weapon and shield, and threw it in place.

　　 only left a black box.

　　 step by step, come forward.

　　 The strange atmosphere hidden in the box is so rich.

　　 Even if it only exists, the surrounding scene will be distorted, the darkness squirming, coiling around it, turning into a layer of mist drifting in the wind.

　　 Hearing hallucinations of laughter and crying came from the dark fog.

　　 is full of the breath of disaster and chaos in the world.

　　 Gala's eyes twitched, as if she recognized what it was, she evaded one step unhappily, and then another step, pinching her nose, unable to bear the ‘stink’ left by the audience on it.

　　 In this way, Hercules stepped forward and put the small box into Pandora's hands.

　　In an instant, all the visions disappeared.

　　 It seems that all the illusions just now have never existed.

　　 The girl who was holding the box clearly became alive, as if she had such a ray of anger.

　　Mingming is nothing but an artificial human created by an alchemist, attached to an empty shell engraved with miracles, but at this moment, when the eyes under the black veil are flowing, they glow with an incredible look.

　　 is so tempting.

　　 "Open it."

　　 Hedi's eyes drooped, and there was a fanatical light in his eyes: "To the gods who pay attention to this place, present this unique sacrifice."

　　He said: "This is your destiny——"

　　 At that moment, under the command and control of alchemy, the two completely different miraculous imprints created by the great master Pubrius and the chief Hedi of Helios merged into one!

　　 The humanoid relic named Pandora and the box named disaster are combined into one, forming a horrible frenzy that reverses the trend and subverts all rules.

　　 Under the veil, a harsh scream suddenly sounded.

　　 is like a dying child and a woman giving birth. It contains pain and despair. If there is a substance that ravages every inch of eardrums, it makes Hercules step back, and it is difficult to resist such a strong soul poison in that voice!

　　 The poison named "Hope"!

　　 At this moment, two lines of blood and tears snaked down from Pandora's eyes, and in her hands, the dark box was split every inch.

　　The taboos that were sealed in the darkness burst out.

　　 That is not disaster, nor terror, but a ray of pure golden light.

　　 is so bright, so brilliant, it seems to have exhausted all the beauty in the world, it is yearning, just looking at it makes people want to step forward in desperation, and it is difficult to restrain their greed.

　　 want to get, want to get.

　　 That is an apple carved like gold!

　　 At this moment, with Pandora's movements, a terrifying flame rose from her body, burning every inch of her body and flesh and blood everywhere, but she didn't seem to feel the pain.

　　 After the burning black gauze, the first smile since birth appeared.

　　 So pleasant, and so vicious.

　　——Initiate revenge against the overlord masters!

　　 She finally made a sound, the soft voice echoed above Helios, echoed every inch of space, echoed in every temple, and re-acted the prologue that once caused the chaos of the gods and men!

　　 "I would like to offer this meager offering to the most beautiful goddess——"

　　 At that moment, Pandora was completely burnt.

　　 was replaced by the terrifying light emitted by the golden apple, which rose to the sky, tearing apart all mysteries, and enveloped the entire Helios.

　　 caused a riot that completely subverted the confrontation before God!

　　 The love, hatred and resentment between the gods once again staged.

　　 Countless high walls of mist dissipated suddenly, and the bells in all the temples rang again. The symbols of the gods living in harmony above Olympus suddenly became alienated and cold at this moment.

　　The balance is broken.

　　 Under the once curse!

Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Parsevene, Hecate... even the three goddesses of beauty, the nine muses, and even the once All the goddesses of Linpis caused an instinctive riot under the temptation of this golden apple.

　　 attacked each other, repelled each other, struggling to do so, just to monopolize the meaningless bright light.

　　 This is a disaster that has survived in history, and even has been predestined in fate, which triggered the fuse of the huge war that swept the entire Mediterranean world.

　　 After a hundred years of separation, it will be staged again in the vast space!

　　 After a long period of planning and deliberation, the Great Master Publius finally launched a counterattack against the invaders-in a flash, self-defeating!

　　 "Then, challenge the gods again here--"

　　 In the tower of light, the prototype of the **** running in the blazing light raised its eyes and whispered in a deep voice: "It's like a hundred years ago...like it was two hundred years ago!"

　　 has experienced countless failures and frustrations, spent a long period of imprisonment and torture, and suffered endless humiliation and humiliation, once again, attacked the unattainable realm!

　　 This is the fate and dream passed down by countless alchemists for hundreds of years.

　　 "One day, I will master the truth and be above the gods..."

　　 At this moment, following his words, the big **** hand tore through the secret instrument of the confrontation in front of the gods, and stretched out his palm again toward the sun wheel above the sky.

　　 And all the duels stopped.

　　 Participants looked at each other blankly, not knowing what happened, only saw the blood in the field winding and converging towards the huge tower of light.

　　 Among them, it also includes Huai poems that unknowingly restore their human form.

　　 "Mom, Tong Ji, come out and see God!"

　　 Ke Tongji did not go to see ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't know when, she has disappeared without a trace.

　　 is like falling into another sudden dream.

　　 She did not resist, but complied with the call of that will, passed through the old time, and came to the golden palace.

　　 When she raised her eyes again, she was already sitting in the middle of the long table, like a sudden unexpected guest at a joyous banquet, making the original laughter and pleasure disappear.

　　 "Oh, don't be unharmed, everyone."

　　 Tongji raised her eyes and looked around at the blurry figures. Finally, she looked at the clearest old man at the top and smiled: "How are you all?"

　　 At this moment, the burly old man with white beard and hair was holding a wine glass, and he raised his head nonchalantly and drank it in one fell swoop.

　　 "They are all obsolete goods that have been dead and don't know how many years are there. What else is good and bad?"

　　 The remnant that was once named'Zeus' put down the wine glass indifferently, "It's even more complicated to see the former enemy still dancing in front of our grave."

　　 "Really, people are dead, why can't you be more generous?" Tong Ji waved her hand indifferently, and looked around: "Don't you give me a cup? So indifferent."

　　 "This is an Olympus banquet. Outsiders are not welcome."

　　 "It's okay, I bring my own."

　　 Tongji flipped his hand, and a teacup with a pink pig's head appeared, and shook it triumphantly: "My contractor can buy it for me, are you envious?"

　　 In an instant, the fuzzy outlines around him became weird.

　　 is like seeing a ghost.

　　 Contractor?

you?

　　 Are you serious?