Apocalyptic Forecast

　　Apocalypse Forecast Text Volume 956 Chapter Prologue "Just Useful"

　　 The man named Yeats leaned on the chair and read the book, and said without looking up, "Golden Dawn is not a reformatory."

"what is that?"

　　 Lu Baiyan asked: "What is the reason for destroying the kingdom of heaven, leading to the fall of the ideal country, and making waves in **** for so many years?"

　　 "Of course it is to destroy this world."

After Yeats clipped the bookmark, he closed the collection of poems in his hand, and answered calmly: "The literal meaning, everyone, where there are people, everyone's achievements and works, are all given without leaving a trace. Complete destruction."

　　 This gentle and elegant man narrated the most brutal words in the world. After a slight pause, he told him meaningfully: "It's just that, before that, some people must die first."

　　All the remnants of the ideal country, and all those who try to reorganize the heavenly pedigree and reappear in the past, must be destroyed and died most completely.

at all costs.

　　 is just like Russell's determination.

　　 If in the past, the two sides could barely maintain such a small amount of harmony in **** with each other mixed with sand, then now it is the most complete break.

　　In the deep hell, two branch campuses under the jurisdiction of Ramanujan and Ms. Chen have started a fierce war with the ruler.

　　 Soon, the ivory tower will also pay for his arrogance.

　　 At this moment, following Yeats's words, after the carriage, in the carriage that was supposed to carry goods and wood, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly opened.

　　 The sleeping legion was awakened.

　　 The Freezers from the Golden Dawn felt the looming killing intent.

　　 At this moment, above the sky, a scarlet perfect circle suddenly appeared. The four rays of blood radiated from above the perfect circle, and a small dot emerged from the center of the circle.

　　 is like the aim of a sniper rifle, aiming at the train far away.

　　 The terrorist forces far away at the border are slowly accumulating.

　　 looked down indifferently.

　　——Call the dragon flute.

　　 This is the real war form of Dragon Flute. As the world's largest abyssal probe, it is also the prototype of the ultra-deep **** strike weapon assembled by the Utopia on the eve of its fall.

　　 But now, it is not in a hurry to drop the blow of destruction.

　　 is just showing his own existence.

　　 declared this unspeakable anger to the traitors of the past.

　　 "Look, they are looking at us."

　　 Yeats chuckled.

　　 But Lu Baiyan was unmoved, but looked at the distant mountains from the window.

　　 It's like being able to feel the resonance between this destiny.

"Where is he."

　　 Through countless dancing blizzards and gusts, staring at the distant figure... able to see the tyrannical glow after the endless storm, the pupils of the eyes were stung by the sharp power, and bloodshots appeared.

　　 "Is that Russell's sun? It's so dazzling..."

　　 Lu Baiyan whispered softly.

　　 "Yes." Yeats said, "In the foreseeable future, it will be brilliant."

　　 "No, he won't."

　　At that moment, the crown of the country's glory emerged from the top of Lu Baiyan's head.

　　 After seventy years of silence, the former chief commander stared indifferently at his younger generation, his substitute.

　　 At the moment when they looked at each other, what emerged from the hearts of both parties was the most straightforward and pure determination.

　　 He said, "I'm going to kill him."

　　 At that moment, on the mountains, the young man by the campfire seemed to hear his words.

　　 smiled calmly.

　　 The fingers that fell on the knees flicked slightly.

　　 knocked the note that opened the curtain.

　　 Then, the creeping ghosts on the train raised their red eyes, as if they had sensed something, staring at the turbulent wind and snow ahead.

　　 Amidst the vast whiteness, an erratic shadow suddenly appeared.

　　 along the invisible end of the railroad track, towards the speeding train, oncoming.

　　 step by step, forward.

　　 Under the windbreaker dancing in the blizzard, the slender palm dragged the heavy sword, cutting through the wind and frost, causing the iron blade to rub against the frost and sparks flying.

　　 The train roared.

　　 Amidst the low sound of countless railroad tracks beating, there is a high-pitched siren.

　　 On the roof of the car, those dwarf-like alien ghosts with slender hands and feet began to squirm, with vague and sharp voices brewing in their throats, swallowing saliva before hunting, waiting for someone to dare to climb this death train.

　　 They are vying for the top position with each other, and they are ready to pounce.

　　 Compared with the speeding train, the erratic figure speed is so slow, but when stepping, the footprints seem to crush the snow and ice, imprinted in the stone and iron under the snow.

　　 Then, from the sound of the wind, the neighing, and the roar of the train, a ray of clear sound suddenly sounded.

　　 is like a vibrating string.

　　 is the whisper of the flying snow and wind with the blade cutting through, the mountain monarch's silent neighing, his teeth sucking blood, his eyes scarlet from the cage, staring at the prey in front of him.

　　In the driver's seat, the driver who turned into a living corpse stared blankly, feeling the contradiction and conflict between the predetermined order and the reality.

　　 Right in the front of the track, the roadblocker suddenly raised his epee and aimed it at the speeding train ahead.

　　——Cut!

　　 In an instant, the high heat swept across, as if lava rushed to gather on the blade, melting all the insignificant snow and ice, and piercing the storm, and at the moment of freeing from the shackles, violently destroying everything in front of you.

　　 The violent shock burst out.

　　 The horror train full of **** creatures collided with the blade, and what it set off was not a loud noise and a roar, but a sad and sad sound of the piano!

　　 Sing for the wanderers!

　　 The once dead classic, the song of the wanderer written for the Gypsies, is played from the sword at this moment.

　　 Under the torn hood, Yuan Yuan raised his eyes, and a fiery glow burst into his eyes.

　　 The black totems originally hidden under the thin clothes are rapidly expanding, spreading, and climbing up to her face, making that pretty and quiet cheek also become solemn and solemn.

The moment the piano sounded, the imprints of miracles that were silent in the bloodline also awakened, turning the originally dark lines into crimson, growing rapidly, even breaking through the physical manifestations, and slender appeared on her forehead. And the curved angle projection.

　　 miraculous imprint, prisoner cow!

　　 The fragments peeled off from the dragon veins rushing on the earth of East Xia are crowned with the traces of gods formed by the heirs of dragons. Take the endless world melody and the sound of all things as the carrier, appearing in the world!

　　 At this moment, with the melody of swinging the sword, a long dragon chant emerged from the violin singing, shaking the world in front of him, and breaking all the insignificant things into dust.

　　 The train shook violently, the terrifying waves spread, and the fiery wind swallowed the flying strange ghosts, instantly turning them into ashes.

　　 And the speeding train also derailed under this sword, leaning from the original road, staggering towards the rugged ice field, passing by the original edge.

　　 From the front of the train, a huge crack emerged from the car body and spread rapidly as the blade advanced. Like a giant beast with its abdomen cut open, thick and foul-smelling blood spewed out from it, leaving a rapidly spreading red mark on the pale ice sheet.

　　 Many carriages were overturned and rolled, and countless sundries flew out of the broken carriages.

　　 Amidst the shaking, the tattooed face suddenly raised his hand, and a vague and low chant came from behind the cracked face. The originally inclined carriage was suspended in the air by invisible force and slowly landed.

　　 While outside the car, Yuan Yuan raised his hand and tore off his cumbersome windbreaker, revealing his slim white shirt.

　　 The long hair that turned into a ponytail was fluttering in the snow and wind.

　　 is like a banner.

　　 "Just say hello."

　　 She asked calmly: "Next, can you please stop hiding?"

　　 In this way, she raised the sword in her hand toward the ghosts and corpse dogs who climbed out of countless trains. In the reflection of the ridge of the sword, the freed mountain monarch laughed and roared silently.

　　 is different from the gentle melody of the past. With the engraving and blessing of the miracle of the prisoner cow, the performance on the blade at this moment has become mighty and magnificent. The emptiness entrusted in the sound of the piano was transformed into a true and unimaginable power, and as she rushed forward, she swayed tyrannically.

　　 In this way, in an instant, it turned into a howling meteorite, easily smashed the outer shell of the carriage, and plunged into the darkness, bringing a burning fire.

　　 Sweep!

　　 left a round track from the darkness, slashing all opponents in front of him!

　　 But there was another stern tweet in the wind.

　　 The blade lifted, and the steel collided.

　　 Outside the cracked carriage, the falling light illuminates the attacker.

　　 "You really are a woman?"

　　 The knight covered in heavy armor raised his head, holding a halberd and a large shield in his hand, and jokingly sneered: "I didn't expect that such a powerful lady could be cultivated in the real world..."

　　 In his hands ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The dark shield used to be engraved with the logo of Nightmare Eye, but the badge had been torn and penetrated by a slash.

　　 This is the emblem of the betrayer.

　　 Once a member of the Eye of Nightmare, many solidified people who pursued their power into the abyss.

　　-Kumar exiled.

　　 "Sorry, the Lord seems to have no time to take care of you for the time being."

　　 He lifted the halberd, Chi pupil mocked, "How about coming to play with me... But, there are more people, you don't care?"

　　 Along with his words, a pair of red eyes appeared in the carriage behind him.

　　The armored knights walked out of the darkness. On the blood-stained cloak, the badge of the sword cross had already turned black. The solemn armor was covered with patina.

　　 The Knights of the Sacred Heart, who have fallen from the Hell Conquest, reappear with the world in such an ugly posture.

　　 All members solidified, completely mad from the erosion of the abyss.

　　 has long since fallen into a monster, except for killing and fighting, there is no other pursuit...

　　 "Come on, little girl."

　　 Under the visor, Kumar's scar bends with a grin: "I will treat you well—"

　　 answered him with the tweet of steel.

　　In an instant, a long distance was crossed.

　　 Shan Jun stabs!

　　The power was like a broken bamboo, tearing his halberd, shield, armor, and even helmet.

　　 Then, skillfully, cut off the head!

　　 The corpse fell, **** gushing.

　　 Yuanyuan stepped over the corpse expressionlessly and moved forward towards the knights who were advancing in Rulin, only to leave the final evaluation coldly.

　　 "Too much nonsense..."