Apocalyptic Forecast

Huai Shi was stunned.

　　 I have never heard such awe-inspiring words from the opponent's mouth, incredible.

　　 Suddenly there was a subtle shock of standing at the bottom of the valley and being overlooked from the moral high ground.

　　Are your gangs in other places being so polite?

　　 "That's why there will always be people who say, do you supervisors have problems with your brain..." Michelle shook his head, "Huai Shi, in your opinion, is there only one way to solve this problem in this world?"

　　 "Uh... now that you have done it, that..."

　　 Huai Shi scratched his head: "The wildfire can't be burned, and the spring breeze is blowing again?"

　　 "The Ivy League is an inseparable focus of the American pedigree. The elimination of the ivy means the complete extinction of the American pedigree... Are you trying to burn the American pedigree?"

Michelle sneered: "If Russell really has the ability to rebuild the Utopia, Unity and the Great Mystery of the present state again, it might not be impossible... But the American lineage is gone, where did he look for Pillars as a substitute? It is now In the 22nd century, don’t take out the logic that is still in the primitive age, okay?"

　　 Huaishi's eyes twitched.

　　 This familiar, harsh tone and sharp words...

　　 I feel like a replica of the Great Master is standing in front of my eyes.

　　——Are you two using the same brand of mouthwash?

　　 "Although I don't understand why Russell valued such an executioner like you so much, as the issuer of your nominal graduation certificate, let me make up this lesson for you."

　　 Michelle raised his head and looked down at the young man in front of him: "As a sublimator, there is nothing wrong with life and death, but for teachers, such an approach is not worth boasting.

　　 Ivory Tower and Ivy League are incompatible in certain areas, but in the final analysis, we are not organizations formed for the pursuit of violence-knowers do not demonstrate authority by violence!

　　 Even the struggle in the academic field is often cruel, and every means is used, but for scholars, there is nothing more precious than life. "

Michel said, "The Gauls used to be able to chop off their heads in ten seconds for a scholar who only came out in a thousand years, but even after another one thousand years, there will be no more creator like Lavoisier... After Archimedes was stabbed to death by the Romans, there was no Archimedes in this world!

　　 For thousands of years, countless scholars have been diligently expecting to replace destruction with creation and replace swords with morality-even if this day is too early for us, this should not be a reason to give up virtue and show animality. "

　　 He stared at the young man in front of him, and told him word by word: "We inject intellect into self-learning and mystery, hoping that one day it can overcome cruel evil and bring about the reincarnation of good!"

　　Pure power represents pure nothingness.

　　 Sometimes, this power will turn into a mirror, reflecting the appearance of the user.

　　 In shock, Huai Shi suddenly recalled what Tong Ji had said to herself: After becoming a sublimator, no matter what kind of goal it was at the beginning, she will eventually become an idiom solitaire and do whatever she wants.

　　 can be compared with doing whatever you want, doing something is really precious.

　　 It is true that in the face of power, both good and evil will be magnified thousands of times.

　　 But because of this, the importance of ‘temperance’ is more prominent.

　　 Even if I have already experienced this kind of truth, but now I say this from Michel, it still touches Huai Shi.

　　 "I think bankers and big capitalists don't care about their lives."

　　 He couldn't help but sigh.

　　 He really did not expect to hear this from someone from the base camp of capitalists and bankers.

　　 "Death is a loss that must be avoided. In order to create greater value when people are alive, they must naturally avoid the destruction of greater value in meaningless struggles."

　　Michelle glanced at him: "If we didn't regret this, why should we make any agreement?

　　 Direct war escalation, call here, let the Tower of Ivory and the American Genealogy each produce a fifth-order one, which determines the ownership of this hell... Isn't this more straightforward? "

　　 Huai poem is speechless.

　　 After all, until now, it seems that there are not a few people dead on both sides—at least compared with the real endless war, it can be said to be a happy one.

　　 The Ivy League can indeed be said to still maintain the reservedness of scholars. Even when they were here, the theater troupe invaded the carriage, and did not take the initiative to attack the group of students who did not have the ability to resist.

　　 The deaths and injuries were avoided as much as possible.

　　 Even Michelle didn't really kill him after he surrendered.

　　 There is no shortage of meals for three meals, meat and vegetables, and balanced intake.

　　 Allow Huai Shi to brush his favors below, and allow the Tower of Ivory to pay a ransom to redeem himself.

　　 This aristocratic treatment is really enough.

　　 Huai Shi scratched his head and counted carefully. On the contrary, it was the mercenaries and large groups under both sides who were really responsible for the hard work... Isn't the tool person counted as human?

　　 But the nightmare eye who came to work as a tool hasn't spoken yet, what is Huai Shi talking about.

I can only go through the process first and start to tremble with air. Can this world be better... How on earth are our tool people alive and you are satisfied... Tears are not enough... full of oppression against tool people... When will you stand up... ...The **** is empty...

　　 After the process was completed, he realized that he was patronizing and punching.

　　 Where did you just say?

　　 Across the table, Michelle embraced her arms, and looked at this guy who dared to distract herself in class, and became more and more unhappy.

　　 I haven't seen this kind of strange skeletal surprise in many years, and I am still a prisoner who hasn't realized it at all.

　　 This made him have a long-lost urge to hit others.

　　No, no, no, can't follow Mikhail's asshole...

　　 He suppressed his anger, retracted his gaze, got up and walked to the back of the bridge, waved his hand, causing the huge exterior wall to slowly lower, exposing the busy laboratory behind.

　　 beckoned to Huai Shi.

　　 motioned for him to follow.

　　 The huge laboratory is busy, and the center of all research and testing is undoubtedly the two sub-control cores suspended in the air.

　　 One was disassembled, and the other was a deformed eight-armed puppet.

　　 The face of the puppet is solemn and cold, like a **** and Buddha.

　　 But underneath the shell is nothing but an empty shell.

　　 is just like the remains of the gods of the past.

　　 "[Growers]."

　　 He suddenly heard Michelle say this.

　　"According to the historical data unearthed in the **** here, the caster in the sub-control center is called as such. It is one of the thirteen sages of the hour who is as famous as the one who has changed.

Different from the exquisite concept and unpredictable style that the changer is good at, the grower is the caster who is best at large-scale casting and the reproduction of creations. According to our research, he has completely realized his creation like the von Neumann machine. The duplication and evolution of, the out-of-control mechanical city we see today is all the result of its creation before its destruction. "

　　 Michele said without looking back: "If I guess right, the one you unearthed from the refinery should be the [transformer], and the one in the temple should be the [constant], right?"

　　 "I know the one who changes."

　　 Huai Shi shrugged: "I didn't directly participate in the research on the iron crystal seat, nor did I have time to read the summary report, so I was brought to your side.

　　 Before this, I didn’t even know anything about it. "

　　 He looked carefully at the research center in front of him, as if he hadn't seen it before, he was amazed.

　　 Michelle moved forward with a hand held down, and asked casually: "What about hell, how much do you know?"

　　 Huai Shi answered truthfully: "Except for the remains of the past era and the past world, not much is known."

　　 "So, the reason for the formation of hell?"

　　 Huai Shi thought for a long time, and answered seriously: "The decline of the world and the increase in depth."

When the world is unable to usher in decline, unable to maintain its own depth, and descend toward the abyss, under the invasion of the abyss, it will lead to the birth of hell.

　　 Like a tomb in the past, everything was buried in the soil, and gradually disappeared in the darkness.

　　 "It sounds like it's not ignorant at all."

　　Michelle paused, and looked back at Huaishi, as if he was surprised that he knew something about it.

　　 "Leave aside classical music, I can be regarded as an assistant lecturer in abyssal ecology of the ivory tower anyway, don't you think I am illiterate?"

　　 Michelle listened, but nodded in agreement: "The assistant is better than the illiterate."

　　 You still stop talking.

　　 Huaishi rolled her eyes, a little bit about to hit someone.

　　 "There is nothing wrong with what you just said. Sometimes the birth of **** is due to the decline of the world, but the dead world will not leave many traces..."

　　 Michelle paused, showing a mocking smile: "Most of the hells we see today are made by man."

　　 "What do you mean?" Huai Shi frowned.

"　　" means in the literal sense-no one will willingly accept death, Huai Shi, before the end comes, more or less, will resist.

　　 What we see now is the result of their resistance. "

　　Michelle said unhurriedly: "When the deepening started, the people here must have been desperate... I can see that they tried many ways, but they didn't work in the end.

　　 Fear leads to madness, while arrogance leads to destruction.

In the end, what they chose was to recreate their own paradise in the dead world—recreating the earth, recreating everything, recreating the day and night, recreating everything...even they even created a perpetual motion machine called “perpetual freezing”. The heart of the furnace and the immortal machine.

　　 In the end, with their amazing attainments and technology, they successfully regained everything, but everything was still completely unrecognizable. Since they accepted the gift from the master of the **** workshop, this ending has been doomed. "

　　 In the indifferent voice without mercy, Michelle announced the result: "They ushered in a desperate situation and incurred an evil result that was tens of thousands of times more tragic than destruction.

　　 The final result is this land of twilight frozen at the dying end. "

　　 Along with Michelle's advance, the door in front of him opened for the first time. Unknowingly, they had already entered the core of the airship, scattered in the wheel room of countless equipment.

　　 In the hot air, the staff rushed around, as if preparing for some task urgently, a hustle and bustle.

　　 But Huaishi felt a chill and dizziness.

　　 is almost unsteady.

　　 When the truth of the Twilight Land was revealed in front of Huai Shi, the scenes and wailing in those hallucinations seemed to ring in the ears again.

　　 The despair of those who precipitated underground, almost forming a tide.

　　 It is hard to imagine what kind of result they will eventually usher in, but being able to have such a huge resentment staying here proves how terrifying the inhuman torture is.

　　 The world on the verge of extinction has become the **** in front of us under the bewitching of the masters of the **** workshops. Obviously it looks empty, but in the perception of Shao Siming, it is full of countless pain and despair, which is suffocating.

　　 He finally realized what Beelzebub had complained about.

　　The more keen the perception, the more you know, the more you can feel the hideousness hidden in it.

　　 He rubbed his forehead and raised his head to ask:

　　 "Why are you telling me this?"

　　 Michelle's footsteps finally stopped, in front of the console.

　　 "You just incidentally..."

　　 The gray-haired middle-aged man finally turned around, looked at him, and asked contemptuously: "Mikhail, you must be looking at me, right?"

　　 He stared at Huai Shi's eyes, as if he could see the figure hidden behind Huai Shi.

　　 And in the iron crystal seat at this moment, in front of the huge curtain, there was a crow standing on the bracket, and the light from its pupils projected the greetings from Michelle into the air.

　　 is responsible for the slight discoloration of people.

　　The Grand Master still held his arms in his arms, unmoved.

　　 just stared at Michelle's face indifferently, without saying a word.

　　 But Michelle seemed to have received a response, showing a mocking sneer.

　　"——Look up, this time, I have come in front of you!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, behind Michelle, the airship's cabin suddenly opened, and while countless machines were in motion, the airship's heavy shell unexpectedly opened slowly.

　　 reveals the cursed world bathed in darkness and **** rain outside.

　　 When the thunder in the clouds suddenly crossed, it illuminates the hideous outline above the earth.

　　 The searchlights were lit up one after another, casting the cold incandescent light onto the ground below, revealing the magnificent outline of that huge man-made object.

　　 It is a jaw-dropping geometric object made of countless steel structures.

　　 Within a few days, a 200-meter-long pyramid rose from the ground on the clearing ground-an Aztec pyramid!

　　 Just under the connection of countless complicated lines, this outsider's building has been deeply wedged between the machinery of the twilight township, and forcibly combined with each other into one.

　　 Huaishi can vaguely see that Liz, wearing a sacrificial robe, is walking on the ground under the torrential rain.

　　 holds a border relic from the American lineage in his hand.

　　 stepped up the steps of the pyramid and walked towards the totem representing the gods of the old days.

　　The secret instrument from the real world is about to operate here.

With every step taken, the pyramid built of metal will suddenly transform into an ancient building. When he walks out halfway, wherever he has passed, the entire pyramid seems to have gone through tens of thousands of years, and there are countless emergences. Traces of moss and broken.

　　 But the tyrannical divinity rising in it became clearer and clearer.

　　 This pyramid is gradually transforming from a fake into a real residence of the gods...

　　 At this moment, on the airship, hundreds of elemental furnaces have been activated, burning elemental crystals, accumulating huge power, and providing power for the next secret instrument.

　　 But Huaishi felt that it was black before ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ could not help but think of going back.

　　 The hair is horrified.

　　 Just in front of the control desk, there was a decayed figure wearing a crown slowly emerging. The vestments were still solemn and the crown was gorgeous, but the face under the crown was a gloomy skeleton.

　　 is still what he once saw in the underground world, that is the phantom of the sun-forge!

　　 The people around seemed to be unaware of this, and they were still running in a hurry. Huaishi was dumbfounded, wondering if they should be reminded.

　　 But when he hesitated, Michelle strode out towards the joystick behind the Suncaster.

　　 "Wait..." Huai Shi subconsciously wanted to stop.

　　 But Michelle remained unmoved, still moving forward indifferently, pressing harder every step. As he walked into the phantom of the sun-forger, his footsteps paused for a moment. It was as if I could see the sight in Huai Shi's eyes, but there was no fear or retreat.

　　 He said something softly, and moved forward without hesitation, smashing the afterimages of the past.

　　 was in his hand, and the last joystick was pulled down.

　　 At that moment, the town of twilight was shocked.

　　 The harsh scream suddenly erupted from the deepest part of the darkness, stinging everyone's eardrums.

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　　 Tomorrow seems to be the first anniversary of Apocalypse upload... I hope the update will be smoother...

　　 And, here I would like to recommend to everyone the new book "Bright Wind Eight Thousand Miles" by the big man who hates the purple hairpin. Friends who like history must definitely want Kangkang!