Apocalyptic Forecast

Huaishi felt out of breath.

　　In the dimness, he held up the candle, stepped on the steps, and slowly descended...like step by step into the bottom of the sea.

　　 Under his feet, layers of darkness are rippling like tides.

　　 Huaishi felt a little numb in her toes.

　　 stopped, moved his feet, and felt the slight stiffness of the ankles--the place where the light was not visible was gradually petrifying.

　　The further downward, the stronger the curse echoing in the darkness. Even if it is slightly supported by the fire, and a shadow is formed for a short while, it will form a faint petrification on the surface of the skin.

　　 Fortunately, as long as it is not too deep, this process is still reversible for Shao Si Ming's resistance.

　　 He paused, moved his stiff body on the spot, and looked around.

　　 Beyond the lonely downward staircase, there is a vast darkness.

　　 does not conform to common sense at all.

　　The distance he has walked all the way, he felt that no matter how hard he worked, it would be enough to walk back to the iron crystal seat. But still did not leave the scope of the sub-control center.

　　 Now he suddenly felt that this long road might have just begun.

　　 He still needs to go down...

　　 Under the guidance of a lingering back figure, he rushed into the darkest place as if he was seeking his own way of death.

　　 Huaishi thinks she must be crazy.

　　 The darkness that had condensed into substance was too cold, as if to take away all his temperature and make him freeze here. Even Shao Si Ming felt tired. It's a pity that the candle-bearing crows are all driving up behind him, otherwise they can at least be illuminated.

　　 During the long trek, he gasped for a moment and continued to walk down.

　　 "Beelzebub, are you there?"

　　 He wants to find someone to talk to, if it doesn’t work, it’s okay to have a story about Tong Lin.

"I'm not here……"

　　Beelzebub rarely lost interest in talking, and sounded listless: "Don't pay attention to me, I'm going to die."

　　 "What's wrong?" Huai Shi asked.

　　 "Brother, you still ask me what's wrong... Don't you know you are playing the dungpit butterfly marathon?" Beelzebu complained, "I'm almost out of breath."

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Huai Shi was stunned, and looked around: "This has been tens of millions of years, where is the dung?"

　　 "For example, do you understand, for example?"

　　 Beelzebub deeply felt that his own flies were not easy: "Aren't you feeling terribly uncomfortable? Amplify it ten thousand times, that's how I feel."

　　 "Isn't it?"

　　 "I now feel that a dozen cabinets are smashed on my toes every second, what do you think? If the three sage system is still there, I have long complained about your abuse like a spirit!"

Beelzeb said angrily, "Before I became a pistol, is Osiris' radar system good?... Even if the detection range is shortened now, it is impossible to bear this. You just feel a little uncomfortable. , I'm almost suffocated."

　　 "What exactly do you feel?"

"I don't know how to tell you... I'm making an analogy with you. It's like you are walking the night road by yourself. When you walk, you suddenly find that the night road is very lively. There are 100,000 people standing quietly in **** Aiming at you, secretly preparing pots and pans and other ingredients to send home to eat and broadcast.

　　 Seriously, I want to have a mouth, I've already vomited out... can I shoot twice? I'll be fine with two shots! "

　　 "Not good, **** it back."

　　 Huaishi coldly pushed the pistol back into the holster.

　　After the interruption by Beelzebub, he finally felt better.

　　 But in fact, without Bezeb’s reminder, he could feel it himself... the pain and madness that filled the air like a tide.

　　 They rise and fall with the darkness, like gravel in the tide.

　　 Even if it is a casual rub, it can pinch out a handful of ashes.

　　Occasionally when passing by those broken and broken fences and unclear machines, you can feel the resentment and anger remaining in the steel when you reach out and touch it.

　　 The combination of those desperate origins and the precipitation of **** is so precise that it has completely become another unbearable existence.

　　 seems to be walking between the tombstones.

　　 Everyone’s screams and screams were posted on the tombstone, recording the appearance of everyone sinking into death little by little.

　　 Fortunately, the trek to the deepest part of this darkness did not last long.

　　 Because the road has come to an end.

　　 He saw Condra's rickety back again.

　　 He stood in front of the gate full of cracks and scratches, like a ghost with nowhere to go.

　　 When he slowly turned his head, the swollen face finally peeled off from the face, revealing countless fast-moving gears and fine machinery underneath...

　　 is like a beast hollowed out by bugs, those fine parts are squirming like living things, slowly poking out from the inside, and then shrinking back.

　　 His lips opened and closed silently.

　　 seems to have said something.

　　 but disappeared abruptly, leaving no trace.

　　 Huaishi raised his hand behind him, and the paradise guards clenched their weapons and waited for them, following him a little bit closer.

　　 approached the door that had been sealed in dust for countless years.

　　 is almost like steel cast after fusion of countless bones. On the gate, countless limbs-like veins are entangled in one place, forming a complicated lock, and ‘stitching’ the entire gate.

But at this moment, the door made a shrill sound.

　　 The dust shakes off, and the ancient words hidden behind the dust are exposed in front of him.

　　 I don’t know how much hatred and despair he has in order to hold a knife and axe and retain such deep marks and marks. Just looking at that line of text, countless wailing sounds suddenly sounded.

　　 is like a sea tide.

　　 Huai Shi looked black, staggering back.

　　 But the hallucination quickly disappeared.

　　 became a ferocious roar and painful whisper like a beast licking its wound.

　　 "When the sun disappears, we will produce the sun."

　　 Those ancient words whispered in his ear: "If the night leaves us, then we will create the arrival of the night. We will eventually regain everything we have lost..."

　　 "Even if I lose everything for this!"

　　 With deep pain and anger, such words seemed to be imprinted in his mind, making Huaishi dizzy.

　　 Just when it was difficult for him to breathe, in front of him, the huge door was slowly opening. On the door leaf, the clasped limbs shattered, broke, fell to the ground, and fell to pieces.

　　 And in the harsh roar, countless years of darkness in the dust gush out from it.

　　In Huaishi's hands, the flame he held high was instantly blown out by the storm.

　　 On his head, the crown belonging to the prince of Paradise instantly appeared, lit up, and hardly supported the tyrannical darkness for him.

　　 illuminates the darkest part of the scene.

　　From the scars left over thousands of years ago...

　　 In a magnificent hall like worshipping a god, there is no display or decoration at this moment, and it is empty and huge to make people scary. But with the advent of light, everything sleeping in the darkness was illuminated.

　　 resembles the seal erected by alchemy.

　　 There are countless shackles extending from those secret instruments that resemble a matrix, hanging down, entangled with each other, and tightly bound a group of creeping darkness in this hall.

　　 But now, as the door opened, the darkness that had slept for thousands of years was awakened, and it surged like crazy.

　　 madly struggling.

　　 Huai poems are creepy.

　　 What's wrong.

　　 Where is the problem...

　　 Why is there such a link like playing a game? Why is coming here like a copy? Why is the mechanism here as if the player will start monsters when they come here? Why was he suddenly able to understand those words?

　　 From the beginning, his actions fell into the control of something.

　　 including entering here!

　　 was only a faint hunch at first, but at this moment he was completely certain.

　　 Inexplicably, that solemn and costumed skeleton emerged from his consciousness. Just as he understood something, he suddenly heard a harsh scream.

　　 "——■■■!!!"

　　 severe head pain.

　　 It was as if he had seen a volcanic eruption up close, he could feel that despair, pain and anger that had almost formed a reality burst out of the bound darkness.

　　 The sound of the chain breaking is endless.

　　 Accompanied by the rapid changes in darkness, struggles and explosions, countless shackles turned into dust, and they were scattered to the earth one after another.

　　 Right in the air, the thick cloud of darkness suddenly bulged.

　　 Something is creeping underneath.

　　 Suddenly, a palm-like limb pierced out of it, followed by another, and another...three dry palms tore away the darkness.

　　 slipped out of the foul-smelling black blood plasma like a baby in childbirth, with a viscous liquid, falling to the ground, convulsing crazily and struggling.

I can vaguely tell that it is a human form, but his limbs have become very weird. Most of his body has been liquefied into a black viscous substance~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That is the source of countless despair and pain. The essence of quality, from which you can faintly see the broken bones.

　　 When the liquid of pain and despair fell from the mutilated body shell, it revealed clothes made of steel. What once seemed to be an elegant and gorgeous robe, but now it is incomplete and has become some kind of debris-like fragments.

　　 Mingming was already distorted and out of shape, but in his arms, he cherished and held a strange and gorgeous lantern in his arms.

　　 After such a long time, it still looks like new, without the slightest scratch or run-down.

　　 is simply better than the love of his own life.

　　 Now, under the squirming darkness, the deformed bones are bathed in the black rain, slowly holding up the lantern in his hand and holding it high.

　　 Just in the wind lantern, a pale flame rekindled again.

　　 illuminate the broken face.

　　 There is also the dark liquid flowing from the eye hole, like mottled blood and tears.

　　 At that moment, Huaishi finally saw the sub-control center.

　　 A... a living sub-control center, right in front of him!

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　　 Sorry for the long wait, Kavenka’s is too fierce recently, so I decided to recommend a friend’s book to sacrifice! !

　　 "Ember Gun", also known as Evangelion of the Old Century, Steampunk 2077. The Victorian enthusiastic background, the adventure of a kicking detective... well, probably.

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