Apocalyptic Forecast

"Long time no see, Michelle, are you here to beg me for mercy?"

The indifferent voice asked, full of gratitude: "I still remember your unsightly ugly attitude in the academy four years ago, as if someone who cries can become a great master."

On the bridge, there was sudden silence.

Everyone didn't speak, and subconsciously lowered the voice of action when they passed by, and tiptoedly avoided the place around Michelle.

Because the terrifying cold like the polar regions is spreading from this man. Even though his face is expressionless, he can still feel the restrained anger and hideousness in his heart.

There are cracks in the helmet that was originally held in my hand.

He suddenly wanted to ask the man opposite, how did you manage to be schizophrenic to such a degree that you haven't died?

Compared with the salted fish that was so negative just now, although after taking the medicine, I can finally understand the human language, but it becomes even more annoying.

People couldn't help but want to stuff him into the cannon, launch it to the bottom of the trench in one go, and even throw him out of Pluto in one go might be considered a contribution to the present situation.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed a voice from between his teeth:

"Mikhail, you are as disgusting as ever."

"But I liked you very much at one time. I remember that you led me to get started, didn't you?"

In the sound of the electric current, the Grand Master sneered indifferently: "You are the one who releases kindness without authorization, and you are the one who engages in resentment without authorization. You don't understand from the beginning to the end, and the result of the matter has nothing to do with what you did. You have never just overpowered yourself. That's it."

Dead still.

It seems that a string is broken.

Under the vicious evaluation from the great master, Michelle's restraint and composure were finally torn to pieces.

For a moment, the man's face turned pale.

Soon, calm again.

Just responded indifferently: "But Galina finally chose me."

""

The silence came suddenly.

Long, long, and long.

Long enough to make people suspect that the other party is disconnected.

But Michelle's expression gradually became cheerful, showing a smile, cheerful and mocking, overwhelmed with joy.

"Do I need to repeat it again?"

He whispered: "After you were still obsessed with writing essays on the wedding anniversary that she had meticulously prepared for months, Galina chose me."

In the long silence, as if bathed in a soft melody, he spread his arms, twisted his body, and smiled at the man on the other side of the communication:

"Mikhail, the one who wins in the end is me, it's me!"

""

The silence continued, but at that moment, it seemed that the real winter had come.

The horrible killing intent that made the bone marrow freeze suddenly came here.

Accompanied by invisible electrical signals, the killing intent extracted from countless disasters and miracles unexpectedly descended here, turning into a curse condensed into substance, ravaging every soul with anger.

But Michelle tilted her head comfortably as if bathing in the spring breeze, and lit the cigarette in the corner of her mouth.

Take a deep breath in comfort.

Take a long breath.

Enjoying the victory he had won, he finally raised his eyes, "I think next, we can start talking."

"There is nothing to talk about."

The Grand Master finally made a sound, and the harsh sound of steel rubbing became more and more inhuman: "Take your war dog and your Ivy League, get out of my hell.

Michel, if there is any fellowship between us, that's all. "

"Hell is hell, but not yours."

Michelle coldly retorted: "Besides, landmark exploration was the first thing we completed."

"Rely on the leaker? Come on." Grand Master sneered: "You came to tell me this?"

"I'm just here to determine if you are sane."

Michelle emphasized: "The fight must be kept within limits."

"Afraid? Go back to your cradle if you are afraid." The Grand Master asked contemptuously: "Could it be that the person who broke the boundaries first would be afraid of the escalation of the war?"

"The American pedigree doesn't mind, but what about the ivory tower?"

"The ivory tower doesn’t care. If you are daring enough, you can start a full-scale war and come up with a new world declaration. It’s okay. I can call the shots on behalf of the ivory tower. Right now, as long as you nod your head and say this is what we mean, then we The war between the two can be started, and it can even be endless!"

"Do you think the Astronomical Society can indulge you so much?"

Michel crushed the cigarette in his hand and looked gloomy: "Be sober, Mikhail, this is not the era of the ideal country. When your uncle and aunt are in charge, you have to learn to lower your head obediently."

"I don't need a crying **** to teach me the truth. When you become a great master, come and say this to me, your alternate!"

"Ha, the Grand Master is really amazing, how great it would be to have such courage when you signed the divorce agreement back then"

"When the Ishigama Society announced the candidate for the Grand Master, why didn't you have the courage to accept it? Is your crappy achievement qualified to be judged, isn't it clear to you? Do you think it was me who was the cause of it, haha, I I abstained from voting, and all the remaining members voted against it, losers, go back and practice for forty years and come again!"

On the bridge of the iron crystal seat, the people in charge huddled behind, trying not to interfere with this annual alchemy large-scale tearing scene. The chief officer and the captain looked at each other and sighed helplessly.

It seems impossible to expect them to come up with some results.

In the dispute not far away, the communications director beckoned to the secretary, asked him to come over, and put a microphone into the secretary's hand.

"A call from the other side," the communications director said.

The old clerical officer understood clearly, picked up the microphone, and said in an unblemished and authentic Roman accent: "This is the clerical officer of the iron crystal seat, Simmons Jiang."

The same polite voice responded to him.

"This is Pan Delong, the director of the Ivy League theater group." The old man at the other end said: "It seems that the leaders of both of us are temporarily unable to fulfill their responsibilities."

The secretary raised his eyes and glanced at the Grand Master who was tearing in the air, and raised his brows helplessly: "I'm afraid it is."

"I think we need to talk."

"I think so too."

"So" in a brief period of indulgence, Pan Delong suggested: "In order to avoid greater losses, I propose that our struggle stay within the limits, how about?"

The chief of affairs nodded, but was not in a hurry to promise. He just asked: "A good idea, but where is the scope?"

"The way to stop the escalation of the war is to use all the forces in the **** here to decide the victory or defeat? Whatever the case, the two sides will not deliberately destroy the town of twilight, preferential treatment of prisoners of war and not abuse of prohibited relics are all conventional , I don’t think I need to repeat it."

The secretary was unmoved, and asked again: "What about the restrictions on both parties' admission?"

Pan Delong was silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "The great master and the creator must not directly intervene, and must not use authoritarian relics and miracles to engrave, and the sublimers are limited to the fifth level."

It is still a clause with a lot of articles to do, and the chief secretary smiles: "Why don't it be better, how about the fourth level? Wouldn't it be more convenient? You don't have to worry about causing too much damage, right?"

"Isn't this too good for your side?" Pan Delong laughed, "I have personally experienced the methods of the judge, so forget it?"

"Look at what you said."

If a knife fails, the chief secretary stabbed again and asked: "Aren't your biological weapons also very convenient?"

Pan Delong retorted without hesitation: "If the technology is restricted, the 4th nano-sequence of the Ivory Tower may not be in compliance with the rules, right?"

"I am the one who has the advantage now. Isn't it a matter of course that the terms are more powerful?" The chief secretary asked calmly, "Who would play an absolutely fair game?"

"If the advantage is worthy of the sub-control center, I am afraid that your advantage will not last long." Pan Delong's words seem to be pointed.

The chief of affairs responded calmly: "Since you have such sufficient confidence, it may be difficult for us to reach a consensus."

"But there is plenty of time, isn't it?"

Pan Delong's tone became more complicated: "Before the leaders above have finished arguing, they always have to come up with a framework."

The secretary raised his eyes, glanced at the Grand Master who had only washed his underwear once when he was picking up the opposite student, and couldn't help sighing.

"Yeah, I think we still have a long time to talk slowly."

The long night passed like this.

In various senses, there is a word overnight.

Fortunately, before the next day arrived, the secretary and Pan Delong finally reached a general idea.

Although it can only be approximate.

It doesn't make sense to talk in detail. If the two sides really restrained this competition, it would be enough to talk about this level. If it is really shameless and entangled, it will be useless to talk more.

And the annual tearing drama of the alchemist circle also came to an end.

Michelle lost.

His throat became hoarse first.

Speechless.

When the man in armor boarded the bridge and nodded to him, he hung up the communication and ignored the great master on the other end.

"Did you succeed?" Michelle asked.

"According to the map you gave, we found a total of 16 places tonight, and found another sub-control center in the second place, but we couldn't find any traces in the rest."

The person covered in the armor handed over the report: "In a few hours, after the preliminary preparations are completed, the excavation can be carried out."

"well."

Michel squeezed her throat, her expression gloomy.

Although he had made a mistake in directing Huanglong, he was at least successful.

When the colonel made a mistake, Pan Delong immediately made up for it and changed his priority.

Taking advantage of this short night, the Ivy League mobilized all the manpower~www.wuxiaspot.com~ carried out a large-scale search in **** under the curse, and after a huge cost, it was still in sixteen suspected locations. A sub-control center was found again.

At least let the two sides stand on the same starting line again.

Otherwise, he would never want to see Mikhail again.

Unfortunately, it is still one step behind.

Just before dawn, the sound of hundreds of flapping-wing planes flapping their wings sounded in the darkest time of the night.

The hurricane howled.

At the end of the sky, under the shining of countless searchlights, the giant cube suspended between hundreds of ropes reveals its own appearance.

The sub-control center buried in the ground has been pulled up in just one night, and then under the guidance of the navigator, it moved closer to the iron crystal seat.

They are deliberate.

Showing off his spoils to the losers.

Michelle narrowed his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the mercenary who had always been shrouded in armor and seemed indifferent to everything raised his eyes, walked a few steps forward, and looked under the giant cube in the distance.

The huge truck navigating in front.

"What's the matter?" Michelle asked hoarsely.

"It's nothing, just met an acquaintance."

The company captain of Nightmare Eye replied calmly, his fingers tightened and loosened on the weapon at his waist, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze: "A little bit of old grievances, it's not worth mentioning."

He said: "We should go."

Michelle nodded, turned and left.

In the sky, the huge ship that had hovered for a night indifferently turned its direction and disappeared into the distance.

The war came to an end again.

But it does not mean the beginning of peace.

What has arrived is only a brief gap before the next war.