Apocalyptic Forecast

In front of the light of judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart, but shortly afterwards, they began to repair quickly.

　　 The majestic and fiery light of judgment is bound in the theater, and it is difficult to pass through...

　　 Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the stands could not be penetrated, so it collapsed into the turbulent origin and disappeared without a trace.

　　 Huai Shi was stunned in place.

　　 "It's a pity, Mr. Huaishi."

On the face pierced by Beelzebub, the lips opened and closed, and the voice still made: "According to the calculation of the Ivy League, as long as the stigmata of five troupe members is supported, you cannot use that weapon to break the'Golden Palace' from the inside. ."

　　 Just as he was speaking, his face was quickly repaired and healed, returning to its original state.

　　 didn't even shed a single hair.

　　 is still calm.

　　 "By the way, before the next act begins, all attacks on actors will incur punishment... Look, the audience is angry."

　　 Above the stands, the sky is boiling.

　　 angrily scolded the rude man who used violence after breaking into the stage.

　　 As soon as the voice fell, a thunderbolt fell from the sky without warning and landed on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi did not even react, and the hand holding the gun lost consciousness.

　　 After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread from under the cracked skin, causing him to stagger and gasp violently.

　　 And just between Pan Delong's white hair, faint edges and corners appeared.

　　 seems to be a crown made of withered laurel leaves, dotted with gold and jewels, but it has lost its former color and glory.

　　——The Dream of Golden Palace.

　　 Border relics from Rome, the last creation left by a certain tyrannical king in history, and the theater troupe is a perfect match for the "Miracle Theater Golden Palace"!

　　 After combining its existence, the effect originally caused by the combination of stigmata suddenly reached the category of miraculous imprinting.

　　 Modify reality and create miracles.

　　 is just like the grace and remnants left by the gods.

　　 "Don't waste your energy, Mr. Huaishi."

　　Pan Delong said indifferently: "We will not be stupid enough to go hand-in-hand with you, nor will we take any risks for victory. For us, it is enough to haunt you..."

　　 Enduring the pain caused by the wound healing and the growth of flesh and blood on his arm, Huai Shi grinned and laughed: "I thought you guys wanted to do a lot of work, but you really don't have any dreams?"

　　 Everyone looked at him indifferently, and no one responded.

　　 Not even the most hot-tempered colonel said a word.

　　 just looked at Huai Shi with full concentration, without any slack, as if facing a big enemy.

　　 "Next, what I will perform for you is a legendary epic adventure, an eternal tragedy of resistance!"

　　 Pan Delong propped up his cane, like a reporter, looked around the audience in the stands, and announced impassionedly: "Cheers, everyone, the wonderful story is about to begin!

　　 Cheers, everyone, this is the noble crystallization of real warriors for everyone!

　　 Next, please continue to enjoy——"

　　 "——"Spartacus"!"

　　 At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang in a vertical voice. The perfect soprano sang the prelude to the classical tragedy.

　　 The world on the stage suddenly shook, everything changed, Huaishi had a flower in front of him, as if he had fallen into the abyss, but then he stood firmly again.

　　 In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in amazement.

　　 Everything is completely different.

　　 instantly changed from the theater to the Colosseum. Behind the towering walls, countless spectators shouted in excitement.

　　 But Huaishi's skin quickly became dark and turned into sun-burning bronze. All the equipment on her body disappeared without a trace, and her clothes were ragged, like a slave, looking around blankly.

　　 Around him, the frost giants are also shrinking quickly, becoming the size of ordinary people, just like Huai Shi, unkempt, but burly, losing the frost wind and ice armor.

　　 Soon, Huaishi discovered... his stigmata disappeared!

　　 With the constant ping-pong sound.

The heavy sledgehammer, the sharp axe blade, the sacrificial knife, the spear, the chain...continuously fell from his body and landed on the ground, except that the wolf head above the hammer head still remained a bit hideous. There is no magic anymore.

　　 has become an ordinary weapon that is just much harder.

　　 "Help, I'm cracked and cracked..."

　　 From his waist, a horrified scream came from Beelzebub, which quickly changed from a modern weapon to a tattered crossbow.

　　 vibrated hard.

　　 can't say anything anymore.

　　All foreign objects that do not fit the background have been corrected, and everything has been drawn into the overhead world formed by the troupe... With the Golden Palace Dream as the stage, the six members of the troupe once again unfold the legendary story.

　　 Forcibly push Huai Shi into it.

　　The endless battle is about to begin!

　　 At this moment, in front of Huai Shi, the dying gladiator was dying, struggling hard.

　　 "Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus!!!"

　　 In the stands, the audience who transformed themselves into Roman citizens excitedly shouted, waved their fists, and urged fervently: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill that bastard!!!"

　　 Lira kept dropping from above and landed on Huaishi's shoulders.

　　 "I'm... Spartacus?"

　　 Huaishi raised her head in a shock, looked at the audience, and suddenly realized what had happened. But the invisible power is attached to him, forcing him to raise the short sword and aim it at the enemy in front of him.

　　Start the prelude to the killing...

　　 This is the fate of Spartacus.

　　 Fierce dizziness and trance suddenly hit, and the huge theater began to modify Huai Shi's consciousness and memory, making him accept the fate that was close at hand.

　　 But, in front of those suddenly raised eyes, he returned without success!

　　 "That's not right—"

　　 Huaishi raised his head with difficulty, stared at them, and said softly: "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator..."

　　 There was a broken sound, from above the sword of Huai Shi.

　　 The short sword broke suddenly.

　　 The rapid changes in the shape and the formation of an ancient and incomplete blade, blooming with a faint glow.

　　 Just above his head, a crown of light intertwined suddenly appeared, forcibly squeezing into the prologue of this tragedy, blooming with light.

Under the shining light, the invisible power that controlled Huai Shi disappeared without a trace.

　　 "I am Huaishi."

　　 At that moment, Huaishi raised his head and told them: "Prince of Paradise·Huishi!"

　　 The sword of virtue lights up.

　　 The sonorous sword sound suddenly spread, tearing apart the suppression of the Golden Theater, and returning everything that was modified to its original appearance again!

　　 The frost wind swept across, and the frost giants enveloped in ice and iron once again drew out heavy axe blades, showing their burly and huge body, and roared to the sky!

　　The script was destroyed.

　　The tragedy came to an abrupt end——

　　 "Excuse me, I'm a drama tyrant."

　　 Huaishi grinned, smiled towards the top of the Colosseum, and shook his head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will destroy my idol image must be revised."

　　 Everything stopped in an instant.

　　 At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pan Delong's figure emerged, looking down indifferently.

　　 "Paradise? I didn't expect this title to have a corrective effect on the Golden Palace... But unfortunately, just this level is probably not enough."

　　 said, he waved his hand gently.

　　 The gates in all directions of the Colosseum suddenly opened, and huge beasts and majestic figures came out from it, and there was also a heavily armed army...There was no end in sight, no edge in sight.

　　 It's like, endless...

　　 There was a deep singing voice, the soprano singing in the void, and the low voice of the men. The stigmata belonging to the troupe runs on this narrow stage, making all those illusory faces more real, and making the eyes of the heroes burst into real flames.

　　 "Spartacus's script is still going on. Let's omit the annoying lines and plots and move on to the most exciting part."

　　Pan Delong said coldly: "Mr. Huaishi, your final battle has begun."

　　 Huai poems have been stunned in place.

　　 seemed to be unbelievable, listening to the song echoing in his ears, his eyebrows slowly raised.

　　 "Opera?"

　　 "What a coincidence..." he said, "I will do this too."

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi lifted the sword of virtue, raised it to her eyes, and asked with a smile: "Since you know me so well, you won't forget...Where did this sword come from?"

　　 In his hand, the sword of virtue trembled violently, as if it was about to wake up, glowing with dim bursts of light.

　　Until now, he discovered: The golden palace stage, the bonuses for both sides seem to be the same?

　　 In that case...

　　 At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a magnificent melody suddenly played, tearing apart the sad song and turning it into a melody of salvation.

　　 In Huaishi's body, dozens of handsome and solemn figures suddenly appeared in the air.

　　 After crossing the long hell, the princes who were sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes, and under the call of the stage here, they were summoned!

　　 Among them, some have long hair, some are strong with swords, some are dancing with fire, and some are majestic... But without exception, everyone wears his own crown on the top of his head.

　　 It was as if I could hear the cat's screams of losing her grandmother's house.

　　 Huaishi smiled, raised his sword and pointed at the enemy in front of him.

　　 "——fuck them!"

　　 Silence came suddenly.

　　 In the short silence, nothing happened except the Frost Giant who yelled at him.

　　 The princes are still standing there, still translucent...

　　 is like a ghost.

　　 Huaishi turned her head blankly, feeling very embarrassed.

　　 "Why don't you move?"

　　 "……"

　　 In the brief silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the unknown prince whom Huai Shi was most familiar with shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, we are just projections, and we don't have the ability to kill the enemy..."

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Huai Shi is unbelievable, "Then what are you doing here?"

　　 "Uh...blessing?"

　　 A dozen princes looked at each other. One of the princes with black hair and white skin said: "I grant you courage, although you are not lacking."

　　 "I want to grant you mercy, but the compassion in your heart has lasted."

　　 "temperance?"

　　 "Where is the enthusiasm?"

　　 "……"

　　 Huai poetry wanted to speak but stopped, stopped talking and wanted, holding the last line of hope, and asked: "Can't you give something useful? The kind that can kill them, did you bring it when you came?"

　　 "……"

The princes became silent, staring at each other, and finally sighed: "If this is the case~www.wuxiaspot.com~there is only a last resort... However, this is the prince’s killer, and abuse will inevitably cause trouble. ."

　　 "Huh?" Huai Shi's eyes widened, and she was surprised: "Really? You guys say it!"

　　 "Then call out loudly, Your Royal Highness!"

　　 The nameless prince pressed Huai Shi's shoulder and said in a solemn voice: "Call for miracles to come, in this case, this stage and paradise will definitely respond to you!"

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Huaishi didn’t expect the teammates he summoned to pull his hips like this: “Could I say ‘Help!’ someone will come to save me?”

　　What is the reason for this special?

　　 But when Huai Shi called out ‘Help’, it seemed that some mechanism had been activated.

　　 The princes showed mysterious smiles and quickly dissipated in the air. The free light gathered in one place, slowly rising, forming an illusory arch.

　　 After the light door, a handsome white horse walked out, with arrogant eyebrows, and looked so familiar, even the fat fat was exactly the same as the fat horse of his own home.

　　 glanced at Huai Shi's eyes with contempt.

　　——I will shake people back and forth, can you do it, little brother?

　　 Huai Shi did not have time to ask him what he was doing, and he was already attracted by the figure on the horseback.

　　Unbelievable.

　　 "Although I don't know what's going on, but I seem to be drawn here to help...Are you asking me for help, Huai Shi?"

　　 On the white horse, Luo Xian's smile is sweet:

　　 "Fight for you, Your Royal Highness."