Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 In the hot summer breeze, Huaishi couldn't help taking off his dog-skin hat and fanning.

　　 was a little surprised.

　　 In the blink of an eye, he came to the other side of the Russian Federation from the Central Siberian Plateau?

　　 Is it so magical?

　　 Huai Shi was stunned for a moment, then looked at the church in front of him, and then realized: "Where is this then?"

　　 "Yekaterinburg." The priest knew everything: "You are in the place where you belong to the Russian Federation lineage, the Church of the Spilled Blood."

　　 Huaishi suddenly became numb again.

　　All the important offices and branches of the Russian Federation’s pedigree are in the form of churches throughout the country or overseas, especially in industrial powerhouses like the Ural region. The importance of the church on Spilled Blood is second to none in the capital region.

　　 was suddenly thrown at the door of the Public Security Bureau?

　　 Did you commit a crime again?

　　 Russell’s dog smuggled it, and it hurts myself!

　　 He subconsciously wanted to have a three company, but he reacted before he introduced himself. No, even if he has not passed the customs, he has the right to pass through as an operational officer and special military attache of the Astronomical Society.

　　As long as he is on the present, the border line is almost the same for him, so he sent a text message to the local branch to report it.

　　 What customs is afraid of!

　　 He coughed awkwardly twice and asked, "Well, where is the old man who came with me?"

　　 "The bishop and Mr. Russell have important matters to discuss." The priest replied politely, "Please wait a moment, how about I entertain you?"

　　 Bishop...

　　 Huaishi's eyes twitched.

　　Well, this wave was directly intercepted by the senior leaders of the Russian Federation's pedigree, and the old king Russell welcomed the ship capsized.

　　 But since the opponent did not throw a cup as a sign, three hundred Templar knights jumped out to sharpen the sword, it shows that he is still safe. As for Russell... Worrying about him might as well worry about whether he turned off the faucet when he went out!

　　 After he cleared the situation in front of him, he instantly calmed down.

　　 looked back to the middle-aged priest in black with a beard, and he realized that the shameless priest in front of him was still wearing a sword-shaped holy society.

　　 is really a Templar!

　　 "I'm disrespectful, how do I call it?" Huai Shi stretched out his hand.

　　 "Aleksey Antonov, just call me Aleksey."

　　 The priest shook hands and replied, turning around and leading the way: "Please follow me."

　　 In this way, I took Huai Shi all the way into the gate of the church. After passing through the hall, he turned right and walked towards the back hall. Along the way, Huai Shi also saw many praying believers and tourists excited to take pictures.

　　 It is hard to imagine that such a place turns out to be an important town and branch of a pedigree.

　　 "There are so many people here?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "After all, it is a famous tourist attraction, and the number of tourists on holidays will be a little more, but the people who come are believers, and it is always inconvenient to shut out. Moreover, this is also a necessary way to expand influence and recruit new blood.

　　 Alexei explained calmly, and opened the elevator door for Huai Shi.

　　 When I opened it again, I saw the same lobby as an office building, the staff coming and going, and the cubicles, which was quite corporate atmosphere.

　　 It’s just that everyone here is more or less wearing a rose rosary and holy emblem. Even if there is no slogan on the wall, there are not many religious displays, but the atmosphere is still strong.

　　 noticed a huai poem with fur like a bear shopping. Many people are not surprised, and many people greet Alexei. It can be seen that others have high expectations and high authority.

　　 "Orthodox." Huai Shi sighed: "This is my first experience."

　　 "It's just faith. In front of the heavenly genealogy, there is nothing strange."

　　 Alexei answered calmly, and opened the door for him. In the lounge, there was already a set of brand new clothes. Wear shoes from the inside out.

　　 "There is not enough time. We only had time to find these clothes from the warehouse. Please tell me if the size is not suitable-I will come back later. The WIFI password is on the wall. Please feel free to have tea and snacks on the table."

　　 After leaving a private space for Huai Shi thoughtfully, Alexei closed the door for him.

　　 Leaving Huai Shi in the room and looking around.

　　 It can be seen that this is a guest room specially used to entertain guests. The decoration is simple, revealing the consistent simplicity of the Russian Federation, and the cleaning is also very clean and spotless.

　　 After changing his clothes, Huai Shi stuffed it into her bag in a mess before sitting on the sofa, and took out a holy book from the bookshelf next to it.

　　 has not changed at all from four hundred years ago.

　　 After acting as Fan Haixin for so long, Huai Shi's memorization is almost back, let alone, staying in this room is quite familiar. For four hundred years, even the display of the guest room hasn't changed much, and there is more WIFI.

　　 is the orthodox inheritance of the lineage of the Holy Spirit after all...

　　 Hundreds of years ago, when the rancher was born and the gods fell, the lineage of the Holy Spirit also fell apart.

　　 In that period of turbulent chaos, the predecessor of the Astronomical Society and the major pedigrees re-established the foundation of the present situation, thus forming the prototype of the Astronomical Society.

　　 The lineage of the Holy Spirit has also ushered in a complete division.

　　 After inheriting the inheritance, Rome chose to learn from the lessons and unify the important components of the Roman genealogy, the Greek genealogy, and so on, forming the ‘Pantheon’ system dominated by the Hall of the Kings of France, which cuts off the prying and interference of ranchers.

　　 Another part of the priests who are unwilling to disintegrate the "Void God" guards the holy relics and heritage of the Holy Spirit family, resisting the erosion of the abyss, and gradually fall into madness, or become fanatics of ranchers.

　　In the end, many church leaders of Qunlong Wuzhu decided on the policy of orthodox eastward migration after the fourth council meeting in the history of Constantinople.

　　 Under the **** of the Templars, the priests, carrying the last legacy of the Holy Spirit family and the remains of the saints, began an endless journey eastward.

　　 finally got his heels back on this piece of land.

　　 Up to now, it has become the body of the Russian Federation's pedigree.

　　 Inherited the essence of the lineage of the Holy Spirit and most of the sacred objects, the lineage of the Russian Federation is said to have a deep heritage, especially the number one military in each line.

　　According to statistics, there are more than one hundred thousand people in the permanent Knights of Ascended Knights plus blessed armored priests, not to mention the reserve priests in other reserve forces and halls all over the country.

　　Without such a large scale, it can't support the **** crusade against ranchers once every twenty years.

　　 To some extent, the birth of the heavenly pedigree was also influenced by the Russian Federation.

　　 After all, these guys have proved with actual actions that as long as there is enough correction value, even the place of nothingness can be transformed into a **** seat. The holy spirit is truly created through the source code such as the sacred code, which is truly breathtaking.

"Awaited."

When Alexei returned, he brought a full set of documents to Huaishi, including a passport and driver’s license certified by the customs: "The rest of the day, you can move freely in Yekaterinburg. If you don’t like being alone, we are here. Bian also has a driver and assistant for you."

　　 "Uh, no need."

　　 Huaishi waved his hand: "I just stay here."

　　Although he doesn't want to care about Russell's troubles, but the old man is still his own direct leader and teacher. After he disappeared, Huai Shi didn't feel any wandering mood.

　　 It's better to just lie down in the room and have a good rest, plus wait for news.

　　 Anyway, even if Russell fell apart, he wouldn't lose a single hair.

　　 Alexei thought for a while, and then nodded: "Since this is the case, it's rare to come here. Why don't I take you as a tour guide and take you to the Church of the Spilled Blood?"

　　 "Ah this..." Huai Shi was stunned: "Is this suitable?"

　　 "You are a guest of the bishop, you can do nothing."

　　 Alexei smiled slightly and opened the door for him.

　　At the same time, Russell heard the sound of the door closing behind him.

　　 As the spreading cold wind disappeared into the void, the old man with his face full of snow and stubble was thrown on a chair.

　　 In the solemn and cold church, the door is closed.

　　 Under the faint sunlight from the colorful mosaic windows, he saw the back figure standing on the altar.

　　 so familiar.

　　 was silent for a moment, then he coughed awkwardly: "Long time no see, Katya."

　　 "Call me Bishop Catherine-Russell, are we so familiar with each other?"

　　 When the female monk turned her head, there was a trace of indifference and alienation in her expression.

　　 She doesn't look old, she is about thirty years old, with long red hair. It is just the right time for her to feel close instinctively. But at this moment, it makes people feel uneasy.

　　 Because those gray eyes are full of solemnity and scrutiny.

　　 is like a strict mother holding a pointer and facing a child who has made a mistake.

　　 Russell subconsciously leaned back and smiled reluctantly: "Don't say that, Katya, haven't seen you for so many years, how are you?"

　　 "As long as I don't have you, I'll be fine."

　　 Bishop Ekaterina said nonchalantly, "It seems that you have a good time."

　　 "Where can I have a good time? I am alone in the ivory tower. The students are disobedient, the subordinates are not considerate, and they always misunderstand me."

　　 Russell sighed helplessly: "Only occasionally can I feel happy when I am drunk. Sometimes when I am reading, I will think of you. I keep the books you left behind."

　　 "Have you just started to do what you want? Isn't it a bit late?"

　　 Ekaterina sneered: "Everyone knows that you are only interested in yellow books."

　　 "People can change, Katya."

　　 Russell retorted categorically: "I will also change, why don't you want to believe me?"

　　 Without waiting for Ekaterina to speak, the old man slowly got up, his turbid eyes fixed on his long-awaited girlfriend, and he sighed hoarsely.

　　 "'There is no misfortune comparable to lost time', isn't it?"

　　 He said, "Katya, we have missed too much..."

　　 "Come on, Russell."

Ekaterina responded indifferently: "No matter how you feed the wolf~www.wuxiaspot.com~ its heart is always towards the woods-I believe that people like you will have feelings. This is the most eye-catching mistake I have ever made. !"

　　 "I also made a mistake, didn't I? Sitting and watching you go to take refuge is the biggest regret in my life, but everything is irretrievable."

　　 Russell sighed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly chanted softly: "It is said that Lavretsky had been to the remote monastery where Lisa lived and saw her.

When she went from one choir seat to another, she had walked past him, and walked over at the uniform, hurried and submissive steps of a nun, and she did not look at him; just toward him. Looking at the eye on his side, the eyelashes trembled slightly... What did the two of them think about and how did they feel? who knows? Who can tell? "

In this way, looking back at the words in the famous article, Russell slowly moved forward, gently holding her hands, and whispered: "Kajia, there are such short moments in life, there are such some feelings... …"

　　嘭!

　　 A muffled sound burst out, Russell's emotional chanting stopped abruptly, his eyes widened in disbelief, and his mouth opened wide. Slowly, fell to his knees.

　　 And Ekaterina took out her hand and sorted out the wrinkles on the skirt of the nun's dress.

　　 The slender calf that had just given Russell a hard blow fell into the darkness again, as if he had never moved.

　　 "This angle seems so pleasing to the eye, why haven't I noticed it before?"

　　 Ekaterina lowered her head, looking down at the embarrassed old guy, sneered: "This is the end of the boring reading sharing session, Russell."

　　 She said, "It's time to talk about our old grievances with each other—"