Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 When Huai Shi looked down, Lu Baiyan finally noticed the cold that slowly engulfed himself.

　　 is like a quiet sea of ​​ice, pulling him coldly, taking away all the strength of his struggle, and sending him to the deepest part of the dark chill...

　　 Something named death.

　　 Something named trial.

　　 came to him again after seventy years...

　　 Accompanied by the figures that have passed away.

　　 Under the mighty night sky, countless shining stars quietly shed light, and those figures that have appeared in dreams and memories countless times seem to have returned from the past.

　　 looked down at his face indifferently.

　　 is full of contempt.

　　 "Why..."

　　The hollow pupils were stung by those sights, Lu Baiyan's expression convulsed and gradually distorted: "Why do I have to be a betrayer!"

　　 "I just hesitated..."

　　 "I just...I just can't do anything!"

　　 He shouted sternly, struggling hard, and the dry blood flowed out from the cracks in his arms again, forming ugly graffiti with difficulty.

　　 exhausted the last source substance, he shattered his chest!

　　 forcibly, tore off the flesh and blood that had been pierced by resentment and disregarding the battered body, launched Shadow Burial Shuttle.

　　 But there is no more power to make him squander...

　　 just ran out for two meters, and was squeezed out of the shadows under Huai Shi's sight, rolled to the ground, staggered up again, and ran wildly with both arms and legs.

　　 towards the distance.

　　 towards... the door that is already close at hand.

　　 "Beelzebub."

　　 Huaishi calmly raised his pistol: "Don't kill him."

"it is good!"

　　 The phantom of the boy grinned grinningly. In an instant, a cloud of blood exploded from Lu Baiyan's left leg, and his calf separated from his limbs, flying up and down.

　　 Lu Baiyan fell to the ground and raised his right leg with difficulty, trying to support it.

　　 And Huai Shi, pull the trigger again.

　　嘭!

　　 The knee of his right leg was also broken.

　　 fell into the melting snow and mud.

　　 is still struggling with convulsions.

　　 I can't feel the pain for a long time...

　　 But in the drowsiness, those phantoms seem to be clearer.

　　 stood on both sides of him, staring at all this quietly, watching his ugly appearance.

"sorry Sorry……"

　　 He apologized incoherently, but he didn't know what to say.

　　 hid his face in the mud and frozen snow in fear, afraid to look again.

　　 is just instinctively painted with the blood condensed in the arms, crawling on the ground, desperately fleeing, a little bit, squirming on the ground, forward.

"Goodbye, everyone……"

　　 He muttered dazedly, muttering to himself, "I'm going to travel."

　　 "Go to a place...where I can go..."

　　 Just like that, dragging the remains, crawling hard.

　　 Toward the place where you can get rid of pain and sin...

　　Go to hell.

　　 It does not matter even if it is cast aside by others and suffers eternal torment.

"sorry Sorry……"

　　 Lu Baiyan kept repeating, reaching out, trying hard to touch the door frame of hell.

　　 Finally, I saw the figure waiting behind the door.

　　 Smiling Woodman lowered his head and extended his palm to him.

　　 He was stunned, seemingly surprised, reaching out his hand full of expectation, wanting to hold the gleam of depraved hope, but no matter what, he couldn't get closer.

　　 Because someone grabbed the ankle of his right leg, pulled him, cruelly backward.

　　 dragged him back to the world, under the indifferent overlooking of countless eyes.

　　 He was stunned, screaming in horror, screaming vaguely, choking and crying, trying hard to kick, and finally broke free from the pull of that hand, again, crawling toward hell.

　　 little by little...

　　 slowly and painfully, crawling towards the door of liberation.

　　 Then, he was pulled back again.

　　 Once again, until he lost all his strength and stopped in front of the door in despair, he no longer had the strength to hold the palm of his hand.

　　 Beside him, Huai Shi calmly looked down.

　　 "It's time to say goodbye."

　　 He said, "Lu Baiyan, you want to say goodbye to your friend."

"I……"

　　 Lu Baiyan muttered blankly: "I...I still have...I still..."

　　 "Excuse me, your voice is a little low, I can't hear you clearly."

　　 Huaishi rolled up her sleeve, folds up three times, revealing her arm: "But it doesn't matter, you can continue...whatever you say is fine."

　　 "But no matter what you say, the result will not change."

　　 From the flesh and blood of his right hand, the pale alchemy fire ignited, illuminating Huai Shi's calm face and his silent eyes.

　　 In the darkness, there is only distant silence...

　　 "The time has come, Lu Baiyan."

　　 At that moment, there was a painful scream.

　　, as if to tear his soul apart, cruelly ravaged his will, bringing suffering and torture in the furnace.

　　The burning iron hand has penetrated his body.

　　——The forging begins!

　　The talent of the Great Si Ming, Yang Sheng, runs here.

　　 is like picking a ripe fruit from a tree. When Huaishi's palm is pulled out, it pulls out the remaining broken roots and a crown of white jade.

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　　 Under the burning of alchemy fire, all the precipitation of the abyss disappeared silently.

　　The miracle of purification has transformed once again and turned into an ancient book from Huai Shi's hands.

　　 Then, Huaishi put out her hand again, causing the pain to come again, and the suffering lasted forever.

　　 Just like that, he searched for the cracked soul inch by inch, clenched it tightly, and pulled out a miracle-engraved and heavenly crystal from it, a jade filled with smoke and light.

　　 Finally, he reached out for the third time.

　　 finally clenched his soul.

　　In the screaming hoarse scream, he applied flames to the soul, forcibly manipulated all of his origins, shrinking inward, and finally, forming a dark ink ingot, pulling it out!

　　 When Huai Shi let go, the mutilated body landed silently.

　　 There is no more expression in the dull eyes, only a void. Sticky saliva flowed down from the corners of the mouth, mixed with bloodshots...

　　 The soul has already ushered in destruction.

　　 But it's not over yet.

　　 In the silence, Huaishi drew the axe of anger, aimed at his neck, and raised it.

　　 just as Russell said.

　　 cruel, ruthless, to perform the duties that belong to the chief commander, in the most straightforward and cruel way, to perish the rebels!

　　 In this way, justice and axiom can be revealed.

　　 Just like that, in the sight of the finder, in front of the gates of hell, under the witness of the whole world...

　　——The trial is here!

　　 Cut!

　　 The sticky blood sprayed out, crossing the door of hell, as if it had fallen on the face of Phantom.

　　 The eternal smile at the corner of Woodman's mouth was also gloomy.

　　 Until now, Huai Shi raised her head and looked behind the door indifferently.

　　 "Don't you want it?"

　　 He lifted his foot and kicked something on the ground, "Here, here you are."

　　 his head tumbled and stopped at Woodman's feet.

　　 slowly stopped.

　　 This is the answer from the Celestial Genealogy.

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　　 At the same time, in different places.

　　 In the reflection of the fast food restaurant, Woodman sighed with regret.

"It's a pity that I died... Transformed from pain and followed my own will to choose hell-what will happen to the despair brought about by the shame and self-denial that has been brewing for 70 years? What about the fruit?"

　　 He said, "Just a little bit, he can be our companion."

　　 "Or, you can change the method."

　　 Russell sincerely suggested, "If you really care about brotherhood, he can't accompany you, you can also accompany him... If you are in a hurry, you can sign up on the spot now, and I can ask Huai Shi to give you a discount."

　　 "Haha, really humorous, as always."

　　 Woodman shook his head: "The Golden Dawn is not like you. It will become a place where fragility starts because of a little bit of frustration... Our days are still long."

　　 "Don't worry, it won't be too long, it will end soon."

　　 Russell shook his head, "That day will come soon, Woodman, before that...whatever you want, I can guarantee: you will get nothing!"

　　 "Sounds scary."

　　 Woodman rubbed his eye sockets, as if wiping away non-existent tears: "I will start to look forward to it, Russell. But you are a bit wrong."

　　He paused for a while, and did not hide the ferocious smile on his face:

　　 "——things we don't have, we like it better, take it ourselves!"

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　　 At this moment, above the snowy field, Woodman raised his head, still smiling.

　　 "Huai Shi, to thank you for your gift."

　　 He said, "I also have a gift for you."

　　 Between his slowly spreading hands, a light curtain emerged, revealing Huai Shi's very familiar scenery.

　　 Quiet campus, reverberating bells, and people passing by.

　　——The Tower of Ivory!

　　 Just above the light curtain, the sky of nothingness shattered!

　　 A pair of huge and hollow eyes emerged from behind the broken firmament, looking down, countless rays of light lit up from the darkness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That was the stars.

　　 The stars from **** crashed down.

　　 toward the peaceful college, descending destruction!

　　 The shrill sirens immediately sounded through every corner, and then, a heavy defense emerged out of thin air, covering every building.

　　 Emergency measures have been activated.

All the students who were active or enjoying the live broadcast were pulled by the main frame of the creation and flew to the deepest six shelters. Then, based on the age, sequence and faculty composition, groups of three were isolated to avoid harm The proliferation and spread of.

　　 The surging firelight and chaos have spread from this quiet city for a long time.

　　 A big hand emerged from the crack in the border, clenched into a fist, slowly moved closer, and then spread his fingers, and countless grass seeds-like hells were thrown into the world below.

　　 shed the seeds of death and extinction.

　　 Right on the cracked square, the creator named Mathers raised his eyes, stretched out his hand, supported the brim of his hat, and hit the gong with his stick.

　　 In an instant, the double helix secret instrument spread from nothing.

　　Using the abyss bloodline as a link, the domain was lowered, and the inside and outside were isolated——

　　 expand.

　　 Then, after the crack, the most brilliant star, burning with layers of flame, finally fell from the sky and fell on the ground.

　　 The border of Nuo Da was suddenly shaken.

　　 Embarrassed and overwhelmed.

　　 Thirty-six rays of light spread to the surroundings, circling from the ancient singing.

　　 The skinny old man made of steel raised his face.

　　 is based on this piece of foreign land.

　　——Wai Dao Wang!