Apocalyptic Forecast

　　Apocalypse Prediction Text Volume 968 Chapter Tomorrow Now, 70 years of brewing and hard work have finally ushered in a harvest.

　　 is not just the fiasco of the Golden Dawn.

　　-but this ‘camouflage’ that has accumulated over time and is already perfect!

　　 At this moment, even if Woodman stands up and announces to the world: ‘The Book of Destiny in Russell’s hands is fake! ’No one will believe it.

　　 Everyone would think that it was Mimir's wisdom and strategy that caused the Golden Dawn to usher in heavy losses and sounded the clarion call for the reorganization of the heavenly pedigree.

　　 Foresight, foresee the enemy's aircraft first!

　　 is really amazing!

　　 Didn’t Huai Shi just take out the Book of Destiny!

　　 In this wave, Russell transferred important assets ahead of time, and even hid the book of destiny in his own students, it is really amazing!

what? Russell is Rocky?

　　 Don't be kidding me, my friend, although this old man is a little bit cheap, a little bit damaged, occasionally he is a little bit too inhuman, a little bit darker, and a lot of bastard... But how could he be a bad guy?

Right!

　　 In this way, through acting skills and tricks, he successfully created an unshakable personality and image.

　　 Since 70 years ago, he has been preparing for this day.

　　 Relying on lies, tricks, full of resentment and anger, scheming preparations, day-to-day planning.

　　 replaced the established protagonist and finally became the ‘hero’ who turned the tide!

　　 This moment is his time.

　　 Even if it is only here, even if only Woodman is known!

　　 "You know what, I like the stage."

　　 Russell smiled: "When the spotlight shines on, everything will be bright and beautiful, and everyone will be immersed in the beautiful illusion.

　　As long as you wear a mask, no one cares what the person under the costume is-when the horn is sounded, each of us will have our own role. "

　　 He shook his head mockingly: "Who is the protagonist, who is the supporting actor, who is the villain, who is the cannon fodder... Long before the drama began, it was doomed.

　　 Don't even think about robbing the show, my friend, take a lunch box and leave. "

　　 He said, "You have to learn and adapt to the times."

　　 "There is no book of destiny, and it is impossible to inherit the correction value of the Utopia. Do you want to rebuild the lineage of the kingdom of heaven?"

　　 Woodman looked at Russell coldly and sneered: "You are wishing for nothing!"

　　 "If you have a dream, do it, and talk about the things after you wake up."

　　 Russell leaned on the bench and once again revealed a mysterious look: "Besides, how do you know-have I found the book of destiny in these seventy years?"

　　 Woodman's expression stagnated.

　　 And Russell laughed again.

　　 "Wow, why did you believe it again?" The old man grinned viciously: "No? You know I'm Rocky. Do you still believe I will tell you the truth?

　　 Woodman, you are so gentle! "

"By the way, you can guess again..." He paused and asked mysteriously: "Am I really Rocky? Or, is this another Mimir's disguise? Or, the real Mimir? , Is actually another appearance of the great **** Zeus?"

　　 "You won this round, Russell."

　　 Woodman suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I hope you can always win. Remember, the game between us will be very long..."

　　 As long as you lose once, it is enough to make everything you own fall to pieces in hell!

　　 He said, "I am looking forward to how long a dream held by lies will last."

　　 "To tell you the truth, I am afraid of trouble, my interests are changeable, and never lasting, especially not suitable for work like ‘pillars’ which can be overworked."

　　 Russell shook his head, "On the contrary, I prefer to get addicted to others. What I do best is to throw the pot away. I can safely throw my mess to other people to deal with it, watching them complain and make fun.

　　 So, you think too much... Woodman, even without me, the heavenly pedigree can be reorganized in the hands of others-from someone better than me. "

　　 "Besides, have you forgotten?" He said, "There are such things as surviving gods in the heavenly pedigree."

　　 "Come on, Russell."

　　 Woodman shook his head with disdain: "If I were you, I wouldn't have too much expectation for a decoration that is better than nothing."

　　 "No, no, no."

　　 Russell laughed meaningfully and raised **** as if celebrating victory: "I mean-now, there are two!"

　　 "...you can talk nonsense, Russell." Woodman remained unmoved, "but don't think I will believe your nonsense."

　　 "Believe or not lie with you, but you can say or not lie with me."

Russell spread his hands and smiled badly: "Besides, if I say that, you will plant a seed of doubt in your heart when you start. Will you start to be suspicious? Will you feel that you are throwing a rat? You will be unconsciously jealous. This is my purpose, Woodman!

　　 I can say that what I just said was a lie, but would you really believe it?

　　 Do you really think I don’t have a book of destiny? Do you really think what I'm telling you is the whole truth? Or do you think that all I have prepared for you are these? "

　　 "Think, Woodman, you have to think, keep thinking!"

　　 Russell grinned and whispered maliciously: "But you have to remember that once you think, I will laugh."

　　 Woodman did not speak.

　　 It’s just that his face is getting more and more ugly.

　　 And Russell, sniffing the anger, refreshed.

　　Plant the seeds of doubt, sprinkle the rain of lies, grow the fruits of hesitation and restlessness, and finally reap the end of destruction... Is there anything more pleasant than this?

　　 "Don't forget, Russell, you are not the only one who is good at this set."

　　 Woodman is indifferent: "For a ‘poison’ like me, there is no limit, you can’t kill me, I’m everywhere-I’ll find the best viewing angle to appreciate your every move.

　　 For example...how about your favorite student? "

　　He paused for a moment, and looked far away meaningfully, the Da Si Ming on the snowy field.

"From today, we will be with us forever... Himself, his beloved, the people around him, and even his students? No one is perfect, Russell, as long as you find an accurate breakthrough, anyone will feel it. The call of hell."

　　The Phantom from Hell raised his hand and pointed to his head: "I am looking forward to what kind of brilliance such a soul will shine when it falls into the abyss!"

　　 "No, you won't."

　　 Russell shook his head and sighed slightly.

　　 is like watching a dead child touching the switch, worried and full of helpless advice: "If I were you-I would stay away from him as far as possible."

　　 "Soon, you will never want to appear in front of him again." He said, "Because he will leave you with a shadow that cannot be erased.

　　 He will make you reap pain. "

　　 Russell’s solemn warning:

　　"——Unprecedented, painful."

　　 "I will wait and see."

　　 Woodman responded jokingly, his eyes filled with evil colors from hell, and he laughed: "Our second game has begun, Russell."

"Do not."

　　 Russell shook his head, leaned back on the chair, embraced his arms, and was ready to watch the play: "I think it's over."

　　 At that moment, Woodman's smile solidified on his face.

　　 and the sky is full of wind and snow.

　　 In front of the gate of hell——

　　 The young man facing Woodman smiled.

　　 So sunny.

　　 Gentle enough to dispel this eternal frost and snow.

　　 In his unfolded right hand, like magic, a strange crystal appeared-like a fragment from a certain mirror, crystal clear, reflecting a dazzling light.

　　 is such a bright light, but it makes Woodman's expression twitching, it is difficult to conceal the shock and fear, his eyes are scarlet in an instant, and his expression is hideous.

　　 was swallowed by the chill that had long been forgotten in the back of his head.

　　 almost screamed in surprise.

　　 He wants to withdraw his projection, but the meme that has already quietly penetrated into the soul of Huai Shi cannot be removed!

　　 There is too much entanglement.

　　 Too many memories.

　　 When he looked at Huai Shi, Huai Shi was also looking at him.

　　 After penetrating the poison that exists in the concept into Huai Shi’s bones, he exists and is also held tightly by Huai Shi’s forbidden hand, and he is not allowed to escape from here at this moment.

　　 It seems that the enthusiastic host is holding the farewell guests.

　　 reluctantly.

　　 New Year's Eve, it's all here...

　　 "Woodman, you have to understand-I am here not for Lu Baiyan, but for you."

　　 Huaishi's words were soft, but Woodman began to tremble.

　　In Huaishi's hands, the fire of alchemy reignited, and the crystal clear fragment shrank quickly under forging. In the end, it turned into an exquisite crystal bullet and filled it into Lord of the Flies' magazine.

　　 The magazine closes, and the sound is crisp.

　　 Huai Shi said: "Because I also have gifts for you."

　　 "Its name is called ‘retribution’."

　　 "It belongs to you, [retribution]!"

　　 In this way, he solemnly raised the pistol, held his right wrist with his left hand, and closed one eye, just like a beginner, aiming straight towards the flashing phantom.

　　 aimed at his face.

　　 Pull the trigger.

　　 So, conveying this greeting from the deepest part of hell.

tell him:

　　 "——Mr. Vitali says hello to you."

　　 At that moment, the fire light flashed away.

　　 The loud noise tore through the silence above the snowy field. Countless wind and snow flew up and fell in the roar. Under the cold night, in front of countless screens, I don't know how many people stood up and looked in astonishment, staring wide-eyed.

　　 Behind the gate of hell, Woodman tilted his head blankly.

　　 On that face that was indistinguishable between men and women, a big hole slowly emerged between his eyebrows. The phantom of nothingness was hit by this shot!

　　 The twitching of delicate facial features.

　　 There is a cracking sound.

　　 The phantom flickered suddenly, convulsed, and countless cracks emerged from Woodman's body-and then, what sounded, it seemed to be a bitter sorrow that spread throughout the entire world.

　　 "Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!!"

　　 in hell, on the border, on the present.

　　 At this moment, in almost every corner of the world, I don't know how many people, the remote and desperate scream sounded in their ears.

　　 Under the sun, in the moonlight, on the wasteland, in the city, in front of the cows and horses, on the screen of the TV, more and more parasitic people's eyes, a figure suddenly tumbling in pain appeared.

　　 is either old or young, male or female.

　　 Everyone’s eyes are different, but everyone can conclude that he is a Roman with black hair and black eyes, and his expression... seems to be filled with indescribable despair and pain!

　　 And in the deepest part of the land of nothing, inside a sarcophagus covered with layers of matrix, a body connected with countless cables also began to spasm violently.

　　 opened his hollow eyes.

　　 roared longitudinally.

　　 The viscous bloodshot surging out from between his mouth and nose, activated, and wandered like a snake in the antiseptic liquid.

　　 The turbulent source material leaked, turning the entire storage place of the sarcophagus into a distorted magical realm.

　　 That is the ravages from the road of change, using good and evil as spears, despair and happiness as poison, and curses and punishments against human nature and human knowledge!

　　The curse from the most evil god!

　　 Once in contact, through the phantom, it spread rapidly, spreading to each host, absorbing the host's source material, and interfering with Woodman in the opposite direction.

　　 In a flash, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions...

　　 When countless small pains overlap, they will turn into a torrent of crushing despair.

　　 Finally, in front of Huai Shi, the screaming phantom suddenly stiffened.

　　 From the bullet hole on the forehead, the crack has completely spread to the whole body.

　　 The shrill sound of glass shattered.

　　 ushered in the collapse.

　　 What lit up from under the gap was the cold light refracted by countless mirrors, and every broken mirror reflected a Woodman projection.

　　 And when those countless mirrors gathered in one place, the rays of light intertwined, and a thin figure was faintly reflected.

　　 Long hair is white, murderous intent.

　　 Old and cold.

　　 There is nothing but the trembling darkness in the dark eyes!

　　 is different from the gentleness and kindness left to the younger generation. That is one of the true essences of the path of change, the true collection of all the evil thoughts of human nature.

　　——Black God Vitali!

　　 "It looks like someone is coming to pick you up."

　　 Huaishi smiled and waved goodbye: "Walking all the way, I wish you...well, have a good time?"

　　 "Huai Shi!!!"

　　 The boy's roar is harsh.

　　, desperately, rushed out of hell, reaching out to grab Huaishi's face.

　　 can be followed immediately, and the action freezes quickly.

　　 is only one thread away.

　　 freeze.

　　 Huai Shi’s smile did not change, she raised her right hand and turned to that hideous face...

　　 Raise your middle finger!

　　 "Goodbye."

　　In an instant, countless mirrors appeared in the air~www.wuxiaspot.com~, reflecting Woodman's appearance, overlapping and contracting with each other, quickly collapsing inward, returning to a small point.

　　 In the end, it fell into the hands of the Black God.

　　 Hold tightly.

　　 Without saying anything, the mutilated Black God took a deep look at him, then turned and disappeared into the world in the mirror. Soon, the weird giant mirror expanded again, and after directly engulfing the gate of hell, it turned into a phantom light and scattered away.

　　On the snowy field, only the whistling wind remained.

　　 In the long and long silence.

　　 The whole world was stunned to watch the sudden and dramatic changes in this instant.

　　 can't believe everything in front of me.

　　 Woodman, dead?

ended?

　　 Still, this is the illusion of the golden dawn again?

　　One of the opponent's conspiracy?

　　 Still saying, this turned out to be true?

　　 Existing realms, borders, hells, the many remnants of the Utopia, the governing bureau, the surviving house, and even the five major pedigrees, as well as the golden dawn in hell, and even more countless snoopers, are all stuck in place.

　　 can't understand.

　　 The brain is blank.

All that 　　 felt was the shock and shock that came from the depths of the soul!

　　 And Huai Shi stood in the snow, silently looking at the night sky, the countless shining stars, and the gorgeous aurora extending from the horizon.

　　 is like being able to glimpse the glory and glory of the past, focused and calm.

　　 smiled silently.

　　 "Tomorrow is a good weather."

　　 He sighed expectantly, turned and left.

　　 Only countless silent probes were left, witnessing the ending after the dust settled.

　　 This is a victory belonging to the heavenly genealogy.

　　 belongs to his victory!