Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Traveling with Russell cannot be said to be a boring thing.

　　 Excluding the old man's constant work and his own bad taste, he should be a very good travel companion. Empathetic, personable, and acquainted with sights and allusions. Even if it's just small talk, occasionally there will be thought-provoking words and philosophies.

　　 If someone who doesn't know his bad nature, the first moment he sees him, he will think he is an amiable old gentleman, right?

　　 Unfortunately, the times have changed, and the meaning of "gentleman" is no longer as full of praise as it used to be.

　　 Russell is the same.

　　 And just as Huai Shi drove through the tunnel, the corner of her eye noticed the change beside her. The old man who was lying down in his chair and swiping his phone turned over, and his style of painting changed instantly.

　　 changed from a handsome old man to a fluffy white bear, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, a mobile phone in the palm of a bear, and a huge cigar in the corner of his mouth. It was lit, and the smoke rose.

　　 looks like a polar bear that has escaped from the zoo, extremely happy and cozy.

　　 I don't know what I'm doing.

　　 Regarding Russell’s moths, Huai Shi is no stranger to it.

　　 He didn't know how many times he had seen similar animal avatars.

　　 As far as he knows, there are no animals that Russell can't change in the biological lineage summarized in the present situation, from land to ocean to the sky, and not only the appearance has changed, but the inner structure can also change.

　　 Even the leader of a large group can simulate perfectly.

　　 What's even more outrageous is that different people can have completely different images when they look at it. People can't help but think of Woodman's brutal force, but one is the change of people and the other is the change of beasts. I really don't know who these two people copied.

　　 It can only be said that he is worthy of being the top powerhouse of the heavenly pedigree, the veteran Tier 5 of Twilight Road.

　　 Had it not been for the vice-principal to have told him, he would have never imagined that Russell’s stigmata would be the caretaker of the world tree, the guardian of the spring, and the legendary wisdom giant Mimir of the Chinese Na protoss.

　　 From his perspective, he can get a glimpse of Mimir's flamboyant style.

　　 No wonder the mythological Riordin chopped Mimir's head behind him.

　　 It can’t be said that Odin has a bad temper. When he is replaced by someone else, there is a riddler at home who paddles and fishes and points to him every day. I’m afraid no one can help but want to chop his head.

　　 Facing Russell’s abrupt demon at this moment, Huai Shi glanced calmly, without any fluctuations in her heart, just asking: "Why are you not a human again?"

　　 "This is called human design, you don't understand."

　　 Russell was happily taking a selfie with his camera, and the bear paw even put out a V, looking so naive: "Things are rare and expensive, and always have to be innovative.

　　 Besides, there are too many similar people recently, which makes me very embarrassed. I have to be careful even when I speak, and I have to think deeply about every sentence... What if I accidentally plagiarize?

　　 Even if you said plagiarism, if people think that I am not creative, would it be embarrassing to plagiarize at this level? "

　　 "What the **** are you talking about!"

　　 Huaishi couldn't help but want to roll his eyes.

　　 "It's a long story, anyway, just be an elderly man and be bitter--"

　　He paused, and suddenly he patted his head, and excitedly proposed: "If we don't turn around, let's reorganize the ivory tower and turn it into a company, I don't need to call the principal. Isn't it more prestigious and domineering to call the president?"

　　 "Enough for you!"

　　 Huaishi doesn’t bother to pay attention to him. I don’t know what kind of style he is smoking: "Can't you do some business when you have time? Can you sleep without doing business? Don't disturb the driver."

　　 "No, I want it."

　　 The white bear on the co-pilot put away his phone, yawned, and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, you should know about the battle of the worlds, right?"

　　 Huai Shi was taken aback, a little unresponsive.

　　 Fortunately, there are no cars on the road now, otherwise it would be bad if you hit someone.

　　 "Why do you say this suddenly?"

　　 He asked: "I've heard of it many times. It should be a fight with **** in the present situation, right?"

　　 "Well, there is no problem with this understanding, although it is a bit superficial. I will tell you in detail."

　　 Russell seemed to finally recall his responsibilities as a teacher. With two bears in their arms and legs folded, he planned to take advantage of the boring time on the highway to make up a lesson for the students.

　　 It's a pity that it's not the harmless high numbers and English that make up, but the more dangerous and hideous secrets.

　　 "You should have seen the world model made by the Astronomy Society, right? The basic textbook for Ascenders."

　　 "You mean that thing that looks like an iceberg in the sea?"

　　 Huaishi patted his head and remembered.

　　 The model is quite exquisite, simply and straightforwardly showing the relationship between the current border and hell.

　　 is like an iceberg suspended in the sea. The iceberg is the real place, and under the sea surface, the part of ice in contact with the sea and the suspended ice around it is the border, and the endless dark ocean is the existence of hell.

　　 "Huh? Has it been changed to a new version? Our model at that time was still an island. Forget it, it doesn't matter. Although the nature is not accurate, the relative relationship is almost like this."

Russell lifted the bear's paw and drew it on the foggy glass: "In a nutshell, the present situation is where we live, the border is a defense line and a dam transformed by the fallen debris, and **** is a wilderness of death... as long as The relationship between these three is correct, and it doesn't matter how you understand it.

It’s just like what scholars call the increase in entropy and the conservation of miracles that alchemists firmly believe in. Although this world has many chaos and ambiguities, only death is fixed and cannot be escaped, whether it is a human being. , God, or this world... It's just that the life span of the world is much longer than you can imagine.

　　 Let me think about it, the last time the doomsday clock mechanism calculated... half a million years? "

　　 "It sounds a bit far away." Huai Shi said.

　　 "When a person is just born, who can understand death?"

Russell said indifferently, "The dead world sinks and sinks into hell, and a new world sprouts from the remains. This may be the cycle of the world... Of course there will be all kinds of messy things in between. , Maybe in many years, everyone can still meet in hell, but this has nothing to do with our topic.

　　Then, let's get back to the subject-the so-called battle of the worlds is a small episode in this cycle. "

　　 "There are many reasons for this. It may be because of the changes in the current situation, or it may be because of some laws from hell. The final result is the appearance of a phenomenon like'sea water rising tide'."

　　 "Rising tide?" Huai Shi puzzled.

"Depth has changed, Huai Shi, according to Harper’s observations, such a'tide' will occur every few young people in the abyss, big or small, you can't observe it when you are young, and When it gets older, most of the coordinates of **** will start to float...

　　The ocean current is coming, Huai Shi, after the seasons change, storms and waves are about to come.

　　 If left alone, the current situation will also be submerged by the tide under the impetus of the storm. Today is different. Without gods as barriers, only the Astronomical Society and the major lineages will work together to deploy defenses.

　　 Countless hells will slowly float up from the abyss. Due to the gravitational force emanating from the real world, colliding with each other will produce sparks called war and plant the seeds of death. "

　　 "This is the so-called battle of the worlds."

　　 Russell rested his chin and stared at the drops of water falling from the glass, wisps and wisps, cutting everything he had drawn into pieces and becoming fragmented.

　　 Everything is hidden in the remnants of water and fog.

　　 "The war is about to begin, Huaishi, **** and hell, **** and the frontier, **** and the real world chaotic war... not just a war with hell, but also a war like hell."

　　 He chuckled softly: "If you want to make a difference, nothing is more appropriate than this time."

　　 The first thing that came to Huai Shi’s mind was the alert to the elements of destruction and the rulers, but immediately after that, he was shocked again and looked back to his side.

　　 This is the hidden danger I need to worry about most!

　　 Russell, you said you can’t martial arts!

　　 In shock, he could hardly control his tone of voice: "Didn't you say that this time you went out and did nothing!"

　　 "Don't worry, don't mess up... It's just that I want to meet old friends who have been long-awaited before that."

　　 The white bear on the co-pilot blew his whistle, looked at his side meaningfully, and told him: "By the way, let old friends see you too."

　　 Huaishi suddenly wanted to jump off the car.

　　 "Relax, don't be stressed."

　　 Russell narrowed his eyes and patted his shoulder on the thick soft pad: "You are just an excuse.

You see, it’s as if your Dongxia children study well, and you will show them to your uncles and aunts during the holidays. UU reading www.uukanshu.com sing a song, dance, recite Latin, and perform. Talent...

　　 Don’t be shy, don’t be afraid, it’s not up to you whether your uncles and aunts are happy, no one cares whether your performance is good or not.

　　 But no matter what, Dad loves you. "

　　 "Go!"

　　 Huaishi glared at him, this old **** still takes advantage of him.

　　 He pondered for a moment, and finally cleared his thoughts, and finally came across: "Do you want to take this opportunity to use me as a signboard and reconnect the remnants of the former Utopia?"

　　 "You are not a sign yet, Huai Shi, it is very early."

　　 Russell was amused. "Besides, it's just a classmate meeting. How can you say it as if you are attempting to rebel? A group of seventy-eighty-aged old men and old ladies organizing a sunset red sorority party will not break the law, right?"

　　 Huaishi did not speak.

　　 drove silently.

　　 just opened the car window, lit the cigarette, and took two puffs.

　　 He wants to jump off the car.

　　 But everything is too late.

　　 The saddest thing in the world is this.

　　 From the beginning, he shouldn't believe that Russell, the bastard's gourd, would contain any good medicine!

　　 This old thing actually wants to rebuild the heavenly pedigree during the battle of the worlds...

　　 In the silence, no one spoke.

　　Only the gentle melody on the radio floats in the cold air. Accompanied by the old man’s vague humming, the jazz tune flies out of the window and dissipates in the wind along with the smoke.

　　 Only snowflakes fluttered from the sky, slowly falling.

　　 The outline of the city emerges in the distance.

　　 Their first stop, Nara, is here.