Apocalyptic Forecast

Perhaps the projection of Yudaishan was too stable. After more than half an hour, the full-fledged Jianmu projection slowly dissipated with the collapse of the stigmata.

　　 Realizing the feeling of the return of the young man and the buried bone sanctuary, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to cry.

　　 is not moved.

　　 But it's too uncomfortable...

　　 seems to be kicked into the gas chamber after getting used to the fresh air, making it difficult to breathe.

　　 Originally, the Celestial Genealogy was too sensitive to the event record itself, not to mention that Huai Shi still had the Book of Destiny in his body. The history remaining in **** would almost instinctively be entangled in his soul.

　　 This violent dizziness is even stronger before.

　　 At the moment of recovery, Huaishi staggered, and darkness appeared before her eyes.

　　 fell into a nightmare-like hallucination again.

　　 "Only the last step is left."

　　 A figure holding a pipe leaned over, his vague face seemed to be smiling: "Soon, **** will become heaven... The true power will be born in your hands and will never die."

　　He stretched out his hand and offered salvation toward the Huai poem in the mire.

　　 But when Huai Shi squeezed that palm, what she felt was not happiness and peace, but indescribable...despair.

　　 At that moment, he fell into a deeper abyss.

　　 Countless twisted limbs were entangled with him, pulling him downward, to a darker place.

　　 "Please help me..."

　　 The hoarse prayer echoed in my ears, and he kept screaming: "Please..."

　　 "I'm so annoying!"

Huai Shi roared in self-consciousness, and the axe blade cut down: "You have all been dead for tens of millions of years, okay, there are no ashes, how can people be saved! Do you want me to give up my body to borrow your corpses to restore your soul! "

　　The darkness is broken.

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi opened his eyes.

　　 panting hard.

　　 Yuanyuan looked at Huai Shi’s face nervously: "Teacher, are you okay?"

　　 "It's just a nightmare."

　　 Huaishi shook his head, and subconsciously pressed the pinhole on his arm.

　　 If it were not for the great master’s spiritual stabilizer, he might be dragged into a deeper record, and it would be difficult to get rid of the past history of this piece of land.

　　 is like being almost trapped in the library of deep **** when I first used the Book of Destiny.

　　 Now, I don’t know if it’s because of the height increase or the reactivation of Twilight Land. Huai Shi discovered that the broken records in the air have become more and more active and restless.

　　 is like radiating from a huge gravitational source.

　　 There is something like a star, radiating endless pain and despair all the time...

　　 "...The sun-caster!"

　　 Huaishi's complexion changed, and he suddenly noticed this.

　　 With the revitalization of the town of twilight and the reactivation of the heart of the permafrost, the sun-shaker hidden in the depths of **** will surely wake up again, and even return to its heyday state thousands of years ago!

　　 An existence that guides a world to its final demise, if you compare it in the current situation...

　　Natural enemy?

　　 This guess made Huaishi's hair stand upright in an instant, looking up at the giant projection of the dome giant, and the iron crystal seat suspended in the sky.

　　 He didn't believe that the Grand Master hadn't guessed this.

　　 But what does he mean?

　　Here in the end......

　　 Chaos thoughts constantly emerged from Huaishi's heart, as if only a little bit from the final truth, but through the layer of window paper, it was still impossible to really touch.

　　 Countless times in countless thoughts have passed by the crucial point.

　　 Until the final roar interrupted his thoughts.

　　 At that moment, with the abrupt cessation of the rising of the land, Huai Shi finally came under the central high tower.

　　 And at that moment, the long warm-up finally came to an abrupt end.

　　Frozen furnace heart, start!

　　 What followed was the tide, a loud noise that filled all the gaps between heaven and earth, tearing everyone's consciousness and soul, enough to pull every soul into hell.

　　——It is filled with the whole hell, scream!

　　 "What the **** is this...?"

　　 Huaishi looked up blankly, and he staggered forward in darkness for a while, trying to get closer and take a closer look.

　　 But just on the high tower that suddenly opened at this moment, between countless complicated machinery and huge structures, countless dark mud appeared.

　　 From the cracks, from the enclosed cabin, from every corner.

　　 That is the weird substance that Huai Shi has ever seen.

　　 A viscous liquid like asphalt, surging in every corner and gap, there are limb-like deformed objects ejected from it, endless, as if the dying person is convulsing, trying to grab anything within reach.

　　 In vain, looking for expectations that don’t exist.

　　 "Ah, ah, sun-shaker, please...please be merciful..."

　　 Numerous distorted faces overlap each other, and they constantly emerge from them, screaming hoarsely and screaming with the movement of the perpetual core.

　　 "Don't go...Don't leave...Don't give up..."

　　 "Please, help me..."

"Please……"

　　 "...give redemption!"

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi was stiff in place, frozen by the screams rushing toward her.

　　 Pain is like a sea tide, with no end in sight, turning into a monstrous frenzy.

　　 In the darkness, countless broken records turned into **** and abyss thousands of years ago, swallowing him.

It's like a bystander walking between the scenes.

　　 See the decay of all things in an instant, the arrival of the end, the extinguishing of the sun and the moon, and the dryness of the earth. I saw how the huge world sinks into **** little by little.

　　 also saw...how this totally unrecognizable was recreated by them.

　　 In order to save the world and recast the world, in order to return to the paradise and recreate all things, cast iron trees, copper birds, steel beasts and even silver stars.

　　 In the end, eternal power came to this piece of paradise.

　　 The desperate **** also followed.

　　 When the sun that represents redemption began to rise, the unimaginable changes of the casters enveloped the entire hell.

　　The happy smiling faces gradually stiffened, quickly cracked and fell apart...

　　 The eternal life finally ushered in the final metamorphosis under the eternal sun. After the broken body like porcelain, what flows out is thick silt like pitch...

　　 Then, one by one, they flew to the tower involuntarily, as if they were parts, integrated into the core of permafrost.

　　 screamed in unspeakable pain, but couldn't get rid of it. Longing for the end in endless despair, but the end will not come.

　　The casters finally understood what happened.

　　 But everything is irretrievable.

　　 Their immortality has begun.

　　 When Huai Shi walked blankly in this hell, she was surrounded by countless sharp neighs.

　　 Has this **** ever been born because of failure?

　　 He finally understood how the so-called perpetual motion machine was created. In what way is the endless eternal power realized...

　　 Recasting the world, the sun and the moon and all things, recreating the world, the immortal machine, and the eternal power that sustains the foundation of all ages... the eternal frozen core.

　　 They did, they did it all.

　　 They did not fail, they are all alive.

　　All.

　　 is in this **** made by myself!

　　——The so-called immortal machine, and the heart of the eternal freezing furnace, are exactly the same thing!

　　 And the power source of the heart of the perpetual freezing furnace is all the people in this **** who have used the immortal machine to survive...They are all assimilated by hell, transformed into something inhuman and ghost like silt, hanging in the heart of the furnace.

　　 is like an endless battery.

　　 In the pain of invisible end, a steady stream of despair was produced, which turned into the endless energy and power of the **** workshop owners.

　　 is not free.

　　 Thousands of years, thousands of years, wailing in the endless and eternal time.

　　 Until the end of destruction, the deepest part of the abyss...

　　 Now, Huai Shi finally understands: Where did everything he saw in the illusion came from, and who witnessed the destruction in the scene before him.

　　 "The sun-caster... the noble supreme..."

　　 Numerous wriggling and distorted crazy faces emerged from the mud, staring at the place of Huai poetry, no, staring at the former sun-shaker, calling in vain.

　　 "please...please be merciful..."

　　 This time, Huai Shi finally heard their words clearly.

　　 "Please, help us..."

　　 Countless wailing voices sounded again, they called out in pain, longing, and hoping that the last hero would bring miracles to them.

　　 contains the last hope, humble prayer.

　　 "Please... kill us!"

　　 This is their last wish.

　　 But even so, it is already an impossible luxury dream.

　　 tried every possible means, until even the other caster kings lost the power of resistance one by one and gradually turned into silt.

　　 There is no hope to save this piece of land~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only the sun-casters wandering blankly in this empty hell.

　　 "Don't be afraid, I will save you, I will definitely be able to save you, for sure." He repeated over and over again, muttering emptyly: "So, please, wait for me..."

　　 This is the desperate cry of the last survivor in the long eternity.

　　 "——Please, don't leave me behind."

　　.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been, or what else I’ve experienced.

　　Too many records are flooded in the soul of Huai Shi-the fall of the twilight country, the casting of the heart of the permafrost, the arrival of the masters of the **** workshop, the failure of countless resistances.

　　 Too much history and too long suffering are carried in the records of the sun-shaker, and are engraved in this hell.

　　 Just watching, you will be infected by the endless despair.

　　 Huaishi felt that she was falling faster and faster and began to dissolve.

　　 He has gone too deep, just like he once was, attracted by the gravity of hell, and started to assimilate step by step.

　　 Until a cracked palm grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up, the assimilation of **** came to an abrupt end.

　　 Immediately afterwards, I do my best to move up and push out!

　　Leave from this nightmare with no end in sight.

　　...Condra? "

　　 At the last moment, Huai Shi saw the familiar uniform, and the face that was alienated by the machine, the lips with difficulty opening.

　　 Say goodbye to the world silently.

　　 with a smile.