Apocalyptic Forecast

　　The door of merchants and alchemists

　　 "The current Astronomical Society, I am afraid that the Earth-Moon defense system has been activated? Maybe some super sci-fi weapon has been targeted here, and then—"

　　 In the illusory temple, Tong Ji made a pistol gesture, and said "pop": "There is nothing left."

　　 Zeus raised his eyes and looked over: "You don't even care about your contractor being crushed to pieces? Or do you really intend to push him to death?"

　　 "No, what I want to say is to have more confidence in the conservative bureaucracy of the Bureau of Control, right?"

　　 Toki shrugged: "If it is not the most critical situation, they will never adopt irreversible measures. Now, maybe they are still waiting to see."

　　 "Oh, it's a mortal after all."

　　 Zeus sneered disdainfully: "Waiting for what? Waiting for the miracle to come?"

　　 "You can't say that." Tong Ji held her chin, blinked, and smiled: "'Waiting' and'Hope', but the best things in the world, aren't they?"

　　 "Mortals pray for miracles, but for gods, miracles never work." Zeus was still cold: "Even if miracles are on their side, they won't work."

　　 As the source of power, the stigmata is essentially the manifestation of ‘miracle’.

　　 But miracles are not useful to gods, and gods never expect miracles to appear by their side.

　　Because miracles are just their reflections on the ground, the essence of the gods is already an existence above miracles, and is beloved by the present!

　　 Relying on that kind of thing to fight against the gods is like hoping that the shadow on the ground can defeat its body.

　　 is a joke.

　　Pubulius doesn’t need other powers at all, because even if there is only a divine position now, he still has an invincible mode like a ‘cheat device’.

　　The only thing that can harm a **** is another god, or a relic of authority cast by the god, or...after having the wedge of the god, it is equivalent to the position of the god!

　　 Other than that, compared with the gods, everything else is nothing but the moon in the mirror and the flowers in the water.

　　 It is a pity that none of these things are available on Helios today!

　　 Even Helios himself is under the control of Publius.

　　 "Could it be that I missed it?"

　　 Zeus asked: "Your contractor, what is the blood of a god, has the identity of a demigod, can touch the realm of the gods, and cause harm to Publius?"

　　 "This is too difficult for a strong man, right?"

Tong Ji shook her head and couldn't help but get up helplessly: "He is a serious ordinary human. Although he is a little bit weird, he can always pick up very strange things, and then he is unlucky, but he can't look at it anyway. It's not like being able to kill the gods. Do you have any unrealistic expectations of my contractor?"

　　 Zeus's expression became more and more weird, "Or, you have to sacrifice the wedge of the gods you rely on now to protect their world?"

　　 "Are you thinking of what peaches to eat?"

　　 Tongji widened her eyes and slapped the table angrily: "When did you see me going back when you saw something in my pocket? If you want to save the world, you can save the world, and you want me to post money? Excessive!

　　 So, Zeus's expression became more complicated.

　　 is like seeing a ghost alive.

　　 "It's not, it's not..." He asked, "Then you are lost?"

　　 "It's not enough, isn't it still not lost?"

　　 Tongji sucked the happy water in the pink teacup, and the straw seemed to sizzle happily: "Have you forgotten the most important question, Zeus?"

　　 The most critical question.

　　 The least known secret.

　　 That section of history buried in the past.

　　 The crux of what everyone has overlooked...

　　 "That thing—"

　　Tongji dangled a straw and smiled: "The thing that was made."

　　 She asked: "Is it really'Apollo'?"

　　 For a moment, Zeus fell into silence.

no answer.

　　 But this is the most critical place!

　　From the very beginning, everyone, including Publius and Garland, felt that in Helios, the ritual pointed to the sun god, and it was natural to recreate Apollo!

　　 But the problem is... if they point to gods in other realms, I'm afraid they have already succeeded!

　　 But they chose the most difficult direction.

　　 is not because Apollo is the strongest, nor is it because Apollo is so special, and it is not because of other messy restrictions.

　　 The real reason is that the sun **** called ‘Apollo’ died long before the gods fell!

　　 said it was either ‘died’ or ‘fallen’, in short, together with his other colleagues, he eventually died in the hands of this woman in front of Zeus.

　　 simply, completely, irretrievably, not even scum left, dead!

　　 Although I call it the "immature past", the methods she used at the time were quite mature and perfect, leaving no luck or loopholes.

　　 can be called an artistic murder.

　　 does not leave any future troubles.

　　 If there is still one in ten thousand recurrence possible, Zeus and the others might have done this already, where would it be possible to get Publius?

　　 So, now comes the problem...

　　 Tongji smiled, and asked quietly: "At this moment, who is the sun **** that is descending?"

　　 At that moment, in heavy blockade and imprisonment, Grand Master Garland raised his muddy eyes.

　　 Guyin, the time has come!

　　 But in an instant, more blockades and suppression came.

　　 Hedi firmly grasped the hinge of the seal, injecting new changes and variables into it, and Garland was not allowed to react in any way.

　　He has been watching Garland's every move.

　　 Even if there is a slight turbulence now, Garland will not allow any opportunity to take advantage of it.

　　 Even if Publius has succeeded!

　　 "Is it too cautious, Hedi?" Garland asked, "Are you so afraid of me?"

　　 "Who can't help but be afraid of the Great Master?" Hedi retorted indifferently: "Be an audience with peace of mind, Garland, you have already left the scene, and the plot that belongs to you is over."

　　 He paused, his eyes turned mocking: "Or, do you expect your follower to help you? It's useless, he has already been locked up."

　　 "You didn't kill him. This is the most unexpected thing for me." Garland asked in return: "If I guessed correctly, Rachel might have received the order to watch me from your side, right?"

　　 Hedi did not speak.

　　 "It seems that I guessed almost the same, let me guess again--"

　　 Garland continued: "The reason why he didn't kill him, although there are some reasons for observing the contract, but more reasons...because he is too weak, right?"

　　 The Grand Master stared at the alchemist who was far weaker than himself, and calmly said: "Because he is too weak to pose a threat to you, so it doesn't matter if you leave it alone.

　　 So, you didn’t kill him, did you? "

　　 Hedi suddenly turned his head, but still did not speak.

　　 "It's too late if you give the order now, Hedi." On Garland's old face, the corner of his mouth slightly evoked: "Are you going to make the same mistakes as me?"

　　 Hedi, still did not speak.

　　Outside the ruins of the tower, in a remote corner of the Twilight Country, in front of Rachel’s cage, the guardian **** creature slowly pulled out its blade.

　　In the cage, Rachel looked up with a bleak expression, looked at the perpetrators, and shook his head mockingly.

　　 "It's useless to kill me, you guys think too much."

　　 As if already used to his incompetence, he numbly said: "I can't save the great master...no one can save him."

　　 Because, the time has come.

　　 At that moment, in the seal, Garland suddenly widened his eyes, vomited hot blood, and his breath began to decay rapidly.

　　 death.

　　 Death is fast approaching, coming, and quickly destroying all his vitality!

　　 is coming to an end——

　　 Hedi's face suddenly changed, and he stretched out his hand, trying to contain it, but there was no effect at all!

　　 All the means to treat and alleviate the injury are useless!

　　 In front of Rachel’s cage, the face of the lord of the crowd was suddenly distorted, turning into the angry face of Hedi, and asked angrily: "What did you do!"

　　 "I did nothing."

　　 Rachel gave him a dull look, and with difficulty, she squeezed out an expression that was no better than a smile: "I just chose, I won't do it anymore."

　　 When the time limit came, he chose to stop.

　　 no longer continue, and no longer maintain his duties as a doctor.

　　 On the back of his hand, Hermes' Double Snake Rod Totem dimmed quickly.

　　 That is proof that the oath was broken.

　　 He violated the Hippocratic oath he once made and committed a murderous hand to the patients who received his own treatment!

　　 "Have you been poisoned?"

　　 Hedi was unbelievable, unable to understand.

　　What kind of poison can escape your own eyes and kill a great master? !

　　 "...You look at me too high, right?"

　　Rachel’s expression twitched, such an expression, I don't know whether it is angry or pleased, I don't know whether it is proud or angry, but it seems that there are countless expressions mixed together, which makes people unable to distinguish.

　　 He said, "You just underestimated my incompetence."

　　.

　　 Since becoming an alchemist, such words have been around him, sticking to his body, lingering, following him like a shadow, never separating for a moment.

　　 As the inheritor of the school, he can't even grasp the secret recipe of advanced medicine.

　　 Wants to do good, but can't cure those patients who ask for help. He doesn't even have the ability to do evil. His poison is nothing but a thing, a joke.

　　 Regardless of whether it is the right way or the evil way, he is completely shut out, no matter how much he desires to be able to achieve something.

　　 The only thing that is useful is such a life-saving secret instrument that can only be used once in a lifetime.

　　 regard one's own life as a consumable, continue with the other party, burn one's own future, in exchange for the ray of life for the dying at this moment...

　　 "Don't you understand, Hedi?"

　　Rachel stretched out her hands, showing her palm prints that were indistinguishable from the Grand Master, and told him: "In fact, the Garlandon you saw is already dead!"

　　 Long before boarding Helios.

　　 Long before leaving the current territory.

　　 Grand Master Garland is already dead!

　　 My own existence as a physician is not to treat him with the increasingly serious blood fever, nor does he have the ability to restore his health, but to allow him to continue to live.

　　 serves as an additional life reserve to supply Garland's survival.

　　 It doesn’t matter if it can only be like a walking dead.

　　 Even if it is still dying...

　　 "Grand Master!!!"

　　 At that moment, Rachel took a deep breath and snarled into the distance with all his strength, "The contract between us is complete!"

　　 As if seeing those eyes full of resentment, Garland slowly nodded in the seal.

"Yes, that's right."

　　He recognized it here: "Our contract is complete."

"thank you."

　　In dying, Garland expressed his sincere gratitude: "Thank you, Rachel."

　　I promise: Your sacrifice ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ will not be in vain.

　　 In the name of the Great Master, I promise you that the school and workshop you inherited will continue steadily under the blessing of the Ishigama Society until your successors can take their own role.

"stop!"

　　 Hedi reached out angrily, squeezed Rachel's throat, and pulled him from the cage: "Stop, immediately!"

　　 "I, I don't!"

　　 Rachel's expression twitched, she didn't look like a man at all, she cried under duress, but when she was crying, she showed a smile again.

　　 It's like, deeply, with a proud smile.

　　 "I am a person without talent, but... those children, they still have... a future..."

　　 Yes, the future.

　　 is different from the waste teacher who was wrongly loved by myself, that is their bright future.

　　Rachel raised her head proudly, exhausted her last strength, and told him:

　　 "For... them, let me do anything!"

　　 It doesn’t matter to lick other people’s boots like a dog.

　　 It is not a pity to lose all dignity.

and so……

　　 Even if it’s ‘dead’, it doesn’t matter!

　　 At that moment, Rachel smiled, breathed, and completely cut off.

　　 The mediocre alchemist finally died of the poison of his own mortal things.

　　 If you have something, you have to give up, then let yourself be the part that has been abandoned. In exchange for the death of the great master in exchange for his own death.

　　 take oneself as a price in exchange for the future of students...

　　 This is the waste alchemist Rachel, the last alchemy.

　　 Then again, a miracle, coming from the ‘melting pot’!