Apocalyptic Forecast

With Raymond’s shelling, this sudden war finally ushered in an end.

　　 Despite this, the strength of Huaishi and the others could not prevent the colonel from retreating.

　　 If possible, Huai Shi really wants to wipe them out and stay here completely.

　　 But from the beginning of the war to the present, he felt a death crisis from the colonel's body. To be on the safe side, he didn't use Lord of the Flies, who had been eager to try, but it was difficult to know what other players left behind.

　　 Therefore, although regrettable, but they can only let them go.

　　 Huaishi stared regretfully at the colonel's neck that had disappeared into the darkness, and couldn't help sighing regretfully.

　　 I won if I won, but I always feel that something is missing.

　　 Soon, he started to have a headache.

The price of 　　 hitting too high is the result of the pain that needs to be endured when counting losses.

　　 The gargoyle wounded three people slightly and one person seriously, but the chest-piercing injury was nothing to the gargoyle. After removing the curse from the bullet, eating a lot of metal and recuperating for about a week was enough.

　　 The undead army injured eleven lightly, six severely, and reduced its staff by three.

　　 is still within the acceptance range.

　　 The reason why these snake people became the undead army is because of their strong vitality. As long as they keep a breath, they can shed their skins through rituals and escape the dangerous period. Besides, the medical treatment of the ivory tower is basically fine here.

　　In the concept of snake people, there is no such thing as death.

　　 There are special glands in their bodies that can hold memories. They only need to retrieve the corpse and save the glands immediately. After they are brought back to the tribe, precious experiences and memories can be recovered from another member's body through the hands of the great shaman.

　　 They are not sad or fearful of death, but are full of cruelty and indifference characteristic of cold-blooded animals in the literal sense. As long as the sacrifice is worthwhile, they won't care.

　　 And the rat people are miserable.

　　Although the vitality is tenacious, but they don't have the heaven-defying talent for molting and rebirth like the snake-men. Nearly 300 of the 800 rat-men have died, they are extremely lucky.

　　 Most of them have no bones.

　　 As for the serious injuries, I don’t know how many of them. They were all preserved by the first aid device delivered by the members of the Legal Department with the iron crystal holder.

　　 These are all precious cannon fodder, take it back and change it, you can use it again.

　　 Anyway, these rats are outrageous, and there is no rejection reaction. Everyone pieced together through crowdfunding, and after an operation, they can continue to be alive and kicking.

　　 Even the most famous dead black corps in the rat people is composed of such veterans who have undergone several suture operations.

　　 For their next transformation, Huai Shi already has some thoughts and eyebrows. Go back and talk to the alchemists.

　　 Huai Shi’s own crow flock has nothing to say. As long as the cage of dreams is still there, downsizing is not a problem at all, and there is no loss.

　　 After experiencing this battle, they seem to have grown a little bit.

　　 At least that's how the stigmata of Shao Si Ming feels.

　　 There are still some deficiencies in the conditions for the distance to truly become a large group, but these can be studied in detail tomorrow.

　　 Now Huai Shi's most unpleasant question is in front of him.

"Ok?"

　　 Raymond ate the instant noodles just cooked in the hot water in the truck, and looked at him blankly: "Why look at me like this? Did I do something extra?"

　　 "Why don't you open the cannon early?" Huai Shi rolled her eyes.

　　 "You didn't give an order, I thought you had other plans... but you really didn't know."

　　Raymond shrugged his shoulders wryly. After seeing the unpleasant look in Huai Shi’s eyes, he could only put down the instant noodles and sighed Rao: "Just kidding, liven up the atmosphere, don't be angry.

　　Seriously, when I installed this thing, I thought it could be used. It's just an emergency..."

　　 While talking, he opened the door behind him and showed Huaishi the truck's fuel gauge.

　　"Did you see it? All the way through racing, it only burned less than one percent of the fuel. Just that shot, even the alchemical fuel in my two auxiliary fuel tanks has been emptied.

　　 The current model of this car allows me to carry goods. It really depends on it to fire. What can one shot do? And I have to warm up for five minutes. I can’t say you’re going to find a way to attract firepower and create a chance for me, right? "

　　 As the car door opened, a scorched smell of the instrument panel was scorched into Huaishi's nostrils.

　　 The driver’s seat is so hot that it can steam buns.

　　 Raymond’s noodles are all cooked on the steering wheel.

　　 Huaishi suspected that even the cooling system was not installed on the gun.

　　 "Did you see it?"

Raymond sighed: "The task the principal gave me is to be able to take you on the road at a critical moment. I have already made my own claim on the matter just now. Don't talk nonsense about it. My truck loan is still more than 20 years old. Period, if the salary is cut, it will be over. Come, eat noodles."

　　 said, he very skillfully filled a bowl of noodles to Huaishi, and put an egg on it, asking him to treat it as nothing happened.

　　 This sense of community and animalism rushed forward to make Huai Shi a little nostalgic.

　　 I don't know how that good brother in the gray suit is now.

　　 Since the asterisks left, I have never seen it again.

　　 I knew long ago that I should leave a contact information.

　　 After Huai Shi found out that he had been fooled, a bowl of noodles had already been eaten by him.

　　Raymond came over with the soup pot, with a look of enthusiasm, as if preparing him to eat a little more, Huai Shi really didn't want to pursue this **** paddling fish.

　　 Besides, this guy has confessed his identity, so Huai Shi has to give Russell a face.

　　 In order to give back to his teacher's love and care, he can only pay back by swiping his credit card several times.

He put down the bowl and walked into the crack under the oil refinery.

　　After these ten minutes, they finally verified the serial codes with members of the exploration team in the underground fortifications, and confirmed each other's identities.

　　 When Huai Shi just went down, he was almost shot down by the opponent as an enemy.

　　 Until now, at the end of the corridor full of burns and explosions, the tattered iron door finally opened slowly.

　　 August, with half of his face burnt to black, stood behind the door.

　　 Seeing that Huai Shi was walking in, he breathed a sigh of relief and put down his gun.

　　 slumped in the corner, unable to get up.

　　 In the two exploratory teams before and after, a total of 16 people defended here, and they actually resisted the onslaught of the Ivy League.

　　 The power of some of the border relics is of course indispensable, but basically everyone has been injured here, and August, the most serious, even makes people wonder why he still has the strength to stand up.

　　 "Don't move first."

　　 Huaishi bent down, checked the wounds on his body, first sealed the most tragic injuries with silver-blood medicine, and treated them urgently, and finally mobilized the power of the mountain ghost to restore and upgrade him.

　　 After returning to the iron crystal seat, the fine lignification of the internal organs can also be solved by other alchemy agents.

　　After processing, he turned his head and realized that there was a corpse behind the door.

　　 is also wearing the costume of the exploration team.

　　 But fatally wounded in the back of the head, gunshot wound.

　　 "What's the matter?" Huai Shi frowned.

"It's just a spy, don't care." Auguste sneered and pressed the knife wound that almost tore his heart by pressing his chest, and propped up his body: "What about the iron crystal seat? You haven't received the warning from us not to support. Is it?"

　　 "Don't worry, the crystal seat is foolproof. Only Raymond and I are here. When I just came in, I heard from the newsletter that the two sides have already started negotiations."

　　 Huaishi lifted him up from the ground and put it on the stretcher: "Sleep at ease, and after waking up, I have returned to the ward of the iron crystal seat. Everyone has worked hard."

　　 "Responsibility within."

　　August wanted to say something, but the tranquilizer's effect started. He closed his eyes and fell asleep deeply.

　　 And Huaishi opened the last door and walked towards the fuse and the biggest spoils of this war.

　　——The sub-control center of the Twilight Country.

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　　 At the same time, on the scorched earth all over the ruins.

　　 On the devastated battlefield, the fierce exchange of fire between the two sides has come to an end.

　　 The huge spaceship in the sky has lowered its height, and it confronts the iron crystal constellation far away. On the ship's body, the ‘Eye of Nightmare’ sign from the cemetery of the Returnless is shining with cold red light.

　　 This well-known or notorious mercenary group has been hired by the Ivy League, and it is the main force of this attack.

　　 And the iron crystal seat, the points are not damaged.

　　Under the great master's secret instrument, no matter how terrifying the firepower it is, it is difficult to penetrate the range of the alchemy matrix he created by himself.

　　 Both sides can't help each other.

　　 On the bridge of the spacecraft, Michelle indifferently connected to the communication.

　　 "This is Michel from the Ivy League."

　　 He asked, "Who is talking on the other side? Let Mikhail come and talk to me."

　　 "Michelle?"

　　 A tired, unmotivated voice came from the communication, making him frowned unpleasantly.

　　 "I know, you are the only one who would do such troublesome things at this time."

　　 The Grand Master sighed, whispering like a small whisper: "Forget it, what's the point of doing this? War is the most meaningless act.

　　 No matter what you get, it will be nothing after all. When death comes after closing your eyes, everything you get will return to nothingness.

　　 What do you want me to tell you? "

　　 "..." Michelle's expression twitched.

　　 "When we are buried in the soil, our souls will fall into hell. What is left in the end is nothing more than a tombstone-like skeleton. Then, what is the meaning of victory and defeat? There is nothing..."

In the silence ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the numb voice is still sighing: "When life is doomed to death, all values ​​will eventually disappear into nothingness. Now the short lingering breath is too long, not to mention the eternal time after death. What? Michelle, you can understand me if you just think about it? Among all the people, you are the closest person to the Grand Master. You must be able to understand what I think—"

"enough!"

Michelle was furious and yelled at the communication: "Can't you give him the medicine and let him come out? Mikhail, how much do you want to humiliate me? Anyway, you are a great master, don't do this. It's embarrassing!"

　　 vaguely heard the chaotic sound on the other end.

　　 "Shame? I'm just discussing it with you sincerely."

The Grand Master sighed in frustration, "Why don't you understand? Humiliation and praise are just superficial skills. Can you know what other people are thinking? Sometimes we don't even know what we are thinking. There are even people. Every day I wandered about to seize power and usurp the throne...Too tired, Michel, just breathing...oooooooo..."

　　 He seems to have his mouth covered.

　　 Then there was the sound of irrigation, and the communication was suddenly cut off.

　　 But it didn't take long. Amidst the noise and electric current, the sound of steel rubbing suddenly sounded.

　　 "Long time no see, Michelle."

　　 There was a deep and solemn voice, full of disdain and contempt.

　　 "——Are you here to beg for mercy from me?"