Apocalyptic Forecast

　　 Hell, a quiet zone, a land of nothing.

　　 In the stone room where the silence was restored, a few dark figures quietly overlooked the broken sarcophagus and its mutilated bodies.

　　 lost all the water and turned into a rickety and shriveled corpse.

　　 Most of them have collapsed into dust.

　　 Only in the cracked head, there is a faint light flashing in the darkness.

　　 With the sound of the door slamming open, Mathers walked in slowly with a cane, staggering, and the huge gap in his chest had not been repaired.

　　 Seeing Woodman's body, he lags for a moment.

　　 "Is it really dead?"

　　 "It's not dead or crippled by Vitaly's hand like this?"

Yeats shrugged, "Even if you can survive, don't think about making waves everywhere... Thanks to me running far, otherwise if you get caught by the old man, I'm afraid I will have to accompany Woodman. "

　　 "Do you want to search for the traces of the Mirror of Day and Night?" Mathers asked: "After leaving the pedigree of the Russian Federation, Russell didn't know that he would hide it there... it might not be easy to find."

　　 "His backup is still there, Vitaly can't kill him, so he can only be imprisoned."

Between a few gloomy figures, a low voice suddenly sounded. It was a voice from the land of nothing: "Let him be quiet for a period of time, so as not to run around every day. If you are annoying, look again. It’s troublesome."

　　 The voice said, "Next is the battle of the worlds. I will find a chance to destroy the Mirror of Day and Night."

　　 Mathers shrugged helplessly.

　　 This is the only thing that happened to this day.

　　 Everyone never thought that someone could wake up the mirror of day and night that had been silent for so many years in the dark. Did not expect that Woodman, the strangest among them, would capsize twice in a row in a gutter called Huaishi.

　　 Forget it the first time, but the second time the person is gone...

　　 Now as a memetic virus, Woodman can arbitrarily travel between the present world, the border and hell, manifesting, and relying on the memes left in many people and classics, it can be said to be ubiquitous. Even if you kill all the people who have been implanted with memes, you can spread it again as long as you broadcast some classics.

　　 It can be said that there is no weakness.

　　 As a result, all the memes are still there, but the ‘server’ representing Woodman’s consciousness was pulled away by a guy who repaired the air conditioner at the door, pushing it away.

　　 When they reacted, the server had already been moved home by an old man collecting scraps to play with his grandson.

　　Unable to pursue it.

　　 There is nothing more bleak than this in the world.

　　 In the final analysis, who can imagine that Russell, who seemed to be discouraged in the past, would be so fierce after he was suddenly beaten with blood?

　　 It is like the one-hundred thousand warrior who was sold into the brothel of God of War with a punch and exploded to help her achieve success.

　　 Sorry, I pretended to be.

　　 I waited for one day for seventy years...

　　 With a blink of an eye, the old hen becomes a duck, even the version is different.

　　 Where can people find reason?

　　 Now, no one would regard that guy Russell as an overpowering clown, just like no one would really treat the Sword of Calamity as a cowboy.

The reconstruction of 　　 Heavenly Kingdom's pedigree is almost a foregone conclusion.

　　 For Golden Dawn, this is no longer a disease of ringworm and scabies, but a serious confidant.

　　 is also the remnant of the ideal country...the fate between them has been decided, and they will never die.

　　It is foreseeable that in the next battle of the worlds, there will be more times when the two sides break their wrists.

　　 Everyone must be prepared.

　　 Mathers pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Woodman is gone, what about the part of the plan he is responsible for?"

　　 "Leave it to Edward Witt." The voice said, "How about Bennett's assistance when necessary?"

　　 The evil awakened person holding the prayer beads slowly nodded his head without any objection.

　　 "This is my first time doing messenger work."

　　 The Freezer named Edward sighed slightly and put on his cloak: "I will try my best, but it's best not to expect a temporary worker to do such a good job."

　　 "Just do your best," the voice said, "but if there is a bit of hard work, there is a result."

　　 "I try my best."

　　 Edward's expression became more and more helpless. Although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything anymore and turned away.

　　 "Where is the king of the outside world?"

　　 Bennett asked, "How is the injury?"

　　 "I was resting in the nectar pool. It hurt the root, but it didn't have any serious consequences." The voice said, "Just rest for a while."

　　 "Time is pressing, and this time requires everyone to perform their duties."

　　 "Thank you harder, work harder."

　　 Such as quoting Shakespeare’s lines, Mathers sighed lightly, "Who would have expected to work overtime in hell?"

　　 This is the end of the temporary meeting.

　　 When those figures gradually left, Mathers stayed in place, holding a cane.

　　 In the long silence, there was no word.

　　 quietly looked at the tragic appearance of his companion, waved, and sealed his body with a sarcophagus again for the future.

　　 "Wescott, are you still there?"

　　 he asked suddenly.

"I'm here."

　　 The voice of the land of nowhere came again.

　　 The voice of the ruler, who has long been integrated with this moving reality, once again lowered his voice, eternally calm: "What's the matter?"

　　 "The last news that Woodman sent back, is it true?"

　　 Mathers asked seriously: "The Book of Destiny is really not in the Ivory Tower?"

　　 "No, that's Russell's lie."

　　Wescott replied: "After receiving the news, I have activated the Dead Sea Document again," and got accurate results-the Book of Destiny is indeed not wrong in the Ivory Tower.

　　 Woodman was deceived. It was a trap that Russell carefully prepared for us-I even suspect that Russell may have long been recognized by the Book of Destiny. "

　　 Mathers' expression changed suddenly: "How much is it possible?"

　　 "Over 80%."

　　Wescott said flatly: "The remaining 20% ​​is due to current intelligence restrictions, other reasons cannot be ruled out, but no matter what, the Book of Destiny is under his control."

　　 Mathers became more unable to understand, and asked: "But why did he lie?"

　　 "Because he likes it."

Weiscott said: "How do you know what he is thinking? For opponents like Russell, no matter what he says or what he does, it may be illusions and lies. He can even advance his own level. There is no point in concealing and going back to the cause.

　　You only need to do what you should do. "

　　 "No matter what he says, we can't change our plan." Weiscott said: "This is the best way to deal with him."

　　 "But since he has mastered the book of destiny..."

　　 Mathers' expression gradually grew gloomy, and he could no longer escape such a possibility.

　　 Regardless of the huge authority of the Book of Destiny itself on the revision of events, what is more terrible is the revised value of more than 400% that has been passed down by the Utopia!

　　 That is the great result created by redeeming the world from **** four times!

　　 Even today, although the Utopia is no longer there, the countless achievements it left behind are still continuously creating more and more changes.

　　 The correction value may continue to rise.

　　 If Russell can really rebuild the heavenly pedigree, or even...complete the rebuilding of the Utopia, then the power gained will be even more terrifying!

　　 "By then, a guy like us, to him, will probably be just a chicken dog, right?"

　　 Mathers said coldly.

"so what?"

　　Weisscott asked in return: "So you have to make a big mistake? Or, desperately pay a huge price to annihilate him before he succeeds?

　　 The existence of the Utopia is nothing but our past. It is not worth mentioning and cannot change what will happen in the future. "

　　Wescott said coldly: "Mathers, everyone in the outside world thinks that the three of us who created the Golden Dawn were the three of us, but you should know who is the real creator of the Golden Dawn——

　　 Our existence is the choice of this world, and Russell can't stop that ending. "

　　 Mathers' palm trembled slightly, and he clenched his cane.

　　Wescott, Mathers, Woodman.

　　 It is true that the three of them are important organizers and leaders in the Golden Dawn, and they all play an irreplaceable role.

　　 But in the past seventy years, no matter who it is, I am afraid that it is impossible to think of who is the culprit behind the destruction of the Utopia, and who really made this evil result.

　　 Maybe Russell guessed something, but Russell will never publicize it.

　　No one will believe that anymore-the emergence of the Golden Dawn came from the ideal country, no, it came from the will of the Astronomical Society.

　　 comes from the person who really led them on this set of paths. After assisting and pushing them to cover up all traces, they sat and watched the irreversible consequences...

　　President of the previous generation Astronomical Society!

　　 "Wake up Aleister, Mathers."

　　Wescott said indifferently: "After such a long silence, we should do something, and we should also let the present witness our masterpiece."

　　 After a brief silence, Mathers nodded silently.

　　 In the depths of the Land of Nothing, there was a deep hum.

　　 The bell rang.

　　 A pair of pale pupils lifted up.

　　 the hell's face appeared.

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　　 When I go to transit through the Rainbow Bridge, there is no such convenience when I come back, so I have to rely on transportation honestly.

　　 Thanks to Raymond’s helicopter, otherwise Huai Shi would have to take the students on a sledge.

　　 It took four hours to go to Iceland, transit through the border, and then take the flight and train. It took more than half a day to finally return to the Ivory Tower.

What 　　 saw was devastation.

　　 After the disaster, almost all the buildings in the Ivory Tower were damaged to varying degrees. Except for the School of Architecture, who couldn't stop happily, everyone else was cursing.

　　 After counting the disaster losses and maintenance costs, the vice principal's face looked ugly and scary. It takes at least half a month to get back to the original state, and dealing with the follow-up matters is even more troublesome.

　　The most important thing is that he was run away by Bennett...

　　 is simply a shame.

　　 The most bleak thing is that... he still can't help it.

being targeted.

　　 As one of the signs of the Ivory Tower, he is the one who can fight the most on the bright side, even better than Russell. Moreover, it is a time stigma like Kronos, and once possessed the identity of a doomsday guard.

　　Whoever wants to deal with the ivory tower, he is definitely the first object to be settled.

　　 Russell's priority is not higher than him.

　　 Otherwise, once he reads the file, everything will stop.

　　 At least 50% of all the resources consumed by the Golden Dawn raid were spent on him, and another 50%...was blown up by Russell and the old campus.

　　 It can only be said that the character is too strong and has been unanimously targeted by other players.

　　 No gaming experience.

　　 Even so, after seeing Huai Shi, he managed to squeeze out a little smile... it looked even more scary.

　　 "Let’s take a rest first, and I’ll talk about more things at the celebration tomorrow."

　　 After inquiring a few questions, Isaac nodded, showing a rare expression of satisfaction, and comforted: "Your house is okay, Mr. Krishna will hide your house in the Bhagavad Gita for the first time."

　　 "That's good." Huai Shi also breathed a sigh of relief.

　　 Although I contacted Uncle Fang as soon as I changed the phone to make sure there was nothing wrong, the old man’s inexplicable expression always made Huaishi a little uneasy.

　　 Knowing that Russell was playing so big, he would not move the Chalcedony Pavilion back to the Ivory Tower before he left.

　　 saves the old man from following himself in fear.

　　 Even if Uncle Fang is fine, what should I do if my collection of games and consoles suffer from the poison of the Golden Dawn?

　　 Upon learning that the dormitory area was still undergoing inspection and restoration, Huaishi simply took the students home.

　　 "You guys will stay here for the time being these few days, just so Aniya can also taste Uncle Fang's craftsmanship."

He walked in front carrying a large bag and a small bag, pushed open the courtyard door, passed through the courtyard and flowerbeds carefully maintained by the uncle, and threw the bag at the door, looking at the familiar scene, this is the kind of return home. A sense of relaxation.

　　 The hut in the forest behind is even more familiar with the road, and he probes into the kitchen: "Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, I'm back, do you have anything to eat... I'll take it myself."

　　 "Huh? The teacher's house is well decorated." Anna looked around curiously: "I thought it was the kind who lives in a single dormitory and eats instant noodles..."

　　 She paused, and her smile became curious and weird: "Did you raise a woman?"

　　 "Ania, don't be big or small."

　　 Yuanyuan knocked her on the head, "Teacher is still single."

　　 "Ah this..." The girl dumbly said, "It sounds even worse."

　　 Huaishi rubbed her hair irritably, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. After putting her coat on the hanger, she walked to the living room, just wanting to lie down on the sofa and take a good night's sleep.

　　 was right in front of the hall, but saw the old man winking at him, with a complicated and worried expression, as if he could not speak when he saw a fire in the backyard.

　　 I have never seen him look so anxious...

　　 "It's okay, Uncle Fang, I'm not feeling well?" Huai Shi was taken aback, and then quickened her pace.

　　 Before taking a few steps, I heard a familiar game melody on the TV in the living room, as if someone had activated Huai Shi’s console and was playing games while he was not there.

　　Uncle Fang never touches that thing. He watches the documentary channel and the Almighty Decoration King on weekdays...

　　 Still say ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Is there any dog ​​who touched his archive while he was away?

　　 Huaishi suddenly became angry, rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the living room.

　　 Then, stiff in place.

　　 Petrochemical.

　　 The afternoon sun fell in from the window, reflecting the dark long hair with a golden afterglow.

　　On the sofa, the little girl holding the handle is staring at the TV screen intently.

　　 seems to be only eleven or twelve years old.

　　 The black dress is delicate and cute.

　　 Two slender and slender legs stretched out from under the skirt and placed on the coffee table. Accompanied by pleasant humming, the toes flexed slightly.

　　 Hearing the voice coming from Huaishi, she pressed pause and turned back slowly.

　　Ling Huai Shi, almost screamed in surprise.

　　 That immature and beautiful face seems to have an eternal smile and mysterious magic, it is intoxicating, and you can't see the solemnity and grace of the past. What is showing at this moment is the cuteness and naughty of a girl.

　　 Smart eyes blinked.

　　 looked at Huai Shi's sluggish look, as if he knew what he was thinking...

　　 The smile is triumphant and happy.

　　 Huaishi almost forgot to breathe.

　　 is not captured by this smile that is incomparable to all the treasures in the world, but feels the unprecedented chill and the crisis of death.

　　 Wait, no!

　　 Huaishi was shocked and opened his hands to stop.

　　 But, it's too late.

　　 because of a voice full of surprises has sounded.

　　 was filled with happiness and innocence, the girl in the black dress smiled and called out:

　　 "Dad, you are back~"