Apocalyptic Forecast

A fourth-order dignified assassin came to target him alone, and he was able to grasp his whereabouts...

　　Even in the league, there are not many such people.

　　 "It's...Arakawa and Arakawa family...spent money..." The Hyakume Ghost coughed up sharp **** icy edges and made a vague sound.

　　 "The joke is good, go on."

　　 Huaishi's expression became more and more indifferent, unmoved.

　　Arakawa is a typical extreme way, narrow-minded, hateful, reckless, and has no scruples in doing things, and he will repay him... If it is someone who is not familiar with him, he will definitely think so, it must be that reckless man who took advantage of the chaos to attack him.

　　 It's a pity, it's all acting...

　　 Among the five big bosses in the past, Arakawa’s favorite is to use an unreasonable and reckless persona, which is stubborn and messy, only taking advantage and not losing, in fact, the accounting in the stomach is more clear than anyone.

　　 asked him to act on his own people at this time, to kill a green star with a deep background of Tengu Mountain, his mind is not so thorough.

　　 Seeing that his lie was seen through, the Hundred Eyed Ghost was silent for a moment, mocking indifferently, and withdrew his gaze from Huaishi's body.

　　 Even if he wanted to say, the Tomb of the Returnless would not allow it.

　　 is also death, but it is more painful to die in the punishment of the Tomb of the Returnless. It would be better to die here, the source quality backed up in **** still has a chance to resurrect from the coffin...

　　 The Hundred Eyes Ghost closed his eyes.

　　 Kill if you want, so much nonsense!

　　 "It's weird that you have a backbone when you die."

　　 Huaishi glanced at him for the last time, and withdrew his gaze, "If you don't want to be happy, you just want to be happy..."

　　 The sound of shadow boiling sounded.

　　The door of the Bone-Buried Sanctuary rose again from the darkness. After the door was opened, countless condensed substantive darkness stretched out, like a child's little hand, falling on the body of the Hundred Eyed Ghost.

　　 At that moment, the old man was stunned and turned his head sluggishly-unbelievably, in the darkness, full of lofty and solemn divinity.

　　 seems to lead to the deepest rift in hell.

　　While countless crows watched and watched, the ray of divinity he had stolen from a foreign country began to tremble humblely. Those eyes are not full of killing intent, but...unspeakable hunger!

　　 What the **** is this!

　　 His expression twisted, struggling and resisting, but it was too late.

　　The frost deep in the bone marrow is constantly piercing out, and his hands and feet have been entangled in the darkness, a little bit, pulled into the darkest depth...

　　 Never return.

　　 "Wait, wait a minute--"

　　 He opened his mouth hard and screamed, but then, the huge darkness swallowed him like a fountain. Pulling his soul into an eternal dream of decay.

　　 gradually melted, gradually dissociated, and gradually became part of the Burial Sanctuary.

　　 The door closed suddenly and disappeared into the darkness.

　　 And Lawrence finally dropped from the sky on the ice beam of the flying frame. After landing, he was stunned for a moment, without reacting: "Where is the person?"

　　 "Here."

　　 Huaishi raised his foot, kicked the corpse on the side completely frozen into ice.

"died?"

　　 Lawrence's eyes widened, in disbelief, "Did you?"

　　 Why did you destroy your body so quickly!

　　 And, how did this **** kill?

After the Tier 4 Ascenders merged with their divine nature, they are basically noble people, no matter how tragic the physical damage is, they can be supplemented with the source quality, and the soul after the second metamorphosis is integrated with the divine nature, and it is initially possessed. The characteristics of a **** once.

　　 can be regarded as a demigod who once walked in the world.

　　The sword soldier is hard to hurt.

　　 Even if it's a bit of food, Huai Shi has been overwhelmed, but at most it is helpless.

　　 Huaishi's operation was as fierce as a tiger just now, but in fact it did not constitute a fatal injury. If you really want to kill this old man, you have to rely on Beelzebub's trial mode.

　　 And what really hit the Hundred Eyes Ghost was the miracle engraving that Lawrence went all out to perform.

　　Reappear the natural disasters that the gods once descended in Egypt and now and now--

　　 As the most famous disaster recorded in the "Sacred Book", the essence of frost and hail disaster is the destruction of all vitality, cruelly destroying all life through freezing.

　　 Lawrence played a man responsible for providing sighting tools, as a bridge, guiding the authoritarian relics in the blockade of Canaan to aim here, and then punish them.

　　 It is not surprising that there is such an exaggerated destructive power.

　　 But how did Huaishi do it?

　　 He could see that there was only an empty shell left in front of him, not to mention the stigmata, even the soul and divinity had disappeared, as if it had been eaten clean...

　　 The one that died is called a thorough.

　　 "Tiangushan still has this ability?" He couldn't believe it.

　　 "It takes a bit of effort to get out of the box, right?" Huai Shi waved calmly: "It's just a knife, it's not worth mentioning."

　　 Lawrence's expression twitched.

　　What are you doing here?

　　 I always feel that I don't have myself, this **** can also pinch the Hundred Eyes here to death.

　　 This **** thing is outrageous.

　　 "How do you know that I was attacked?" Huai Shi asked.

"Telephone of Shengtian, the killer on the collection of sins, someone issued a reward for you..." Lawrence glanced at him: "You better be careful, now your head is worth a lot of money, second only to Sheng Tianmu."

　　 "That's too much to love me, let the other big guys see how it is good." Huai Shi shrugged, nonchalantly.

　　Actually, he thinks he can be more valuable...

　　 He raised his head and was about to talk to Lawrence, but his movements stiffened.

　　 The crows searching the inner circle of Tanba finally sent him unexpected news...

　　 "What's wrong?" Lawrence looked at Huaishi's stiff expression.

　　 Huaishi did not speak.

　　 Turn around.

　　 In the heavy rain and thunder, there was a constant fire light in the distance, and there was a loud explosion... The sky was obviously raining, but the ground seemed to be ignited.

　　 The turbulence came suddenly, and the heavy rain covered everything.

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　　 When the broken vehicle broke through the rainstorm and stopped at the scene of the accident, all you could see was the devastation.

　　The burnt black car basket exudes a pungent smell, and the blood color gradually diluted under the washing of the rainstorm, and the original color can no longer be seen.

　　The dark birds gathered their iron wings and fell on the electric wires from the rainstorm, quietly overlooking the decadent scene.

　　 and the dying young man.

It's too late.

　　 In the cold rain, the tousled yellow hair stuck to the pale face, dying.

　　 This is a cruel punishment for traitors.

　　 After violently breaking most of his limbs and inflicting the most tragic suffering, he cut his artery and threw him at the crime scene, leaving him to die with a little bit of blood.

　　 In the heavy rain, he tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the blurry figure in front of him clearly.

　　 "Boss... is that you..."

　　 "It's me, Udo Island."

　　 Huaishi squatted down and responded softly, "You haven't come back for a long time, I will come to you."

　　 In a trance, Ushima tried hard to raise his hand.

　　 It was as if I was afraid that the phantom in front of me was only a phantom, and it would dissipate in the blink of an eye, so I wanted to hold it tightly in vain.

　　 so hard.

　　 "Boss, I... I didn't betray you... I didn't... tell them..."

　　 The man choked, trying so hard to say what he wanted to say, but gradually he couldn't say it. Can only breathe hard, making a small voice.

　　 "Well, I know." Huai Shi nodded, clasping his palms with both hands, and solemnly told him: "I'm fine, Udo, it's because you protected me."

　　 In the silence, Niu Dao was stunned for a moment, and a curve of difficulty evoked on his pale face.

Laughed.

　　 is like winning.

　　 There is no sound anymore.

　　Only Huaishi held his hand, feeling the last temperature passing in the torrential rain.

　　The medicinal stone is helpless, even the origin of the Iron Crow can't let the disintegrated consciousness continue again...

He is dead.

　　Perhaps he should have died long ago. With such severe injuries and loss of so many lives, his life has already disappeared in the rain with the blood.

　　The reason why I stay here is that I still have something to say to myself.

　　After speaking, he left.

　　 refused to stay for a while.

　　 Huaishi lowered his head and looked at what he was holding in his palm. On the paper ball that had long been wet with blood and rain, only the traces of a few words could be vaguely distinguished.

　　 Huai Shi once said to Chiba Ryuji: Even if it can save one, it is worthwhile. But now, he couldn't even save the one in front of him.

　　 Until the last moment, this person who should have been rescued by him was doing his best to protect himself.

　　 Even at the expense of life.

　　 Just because Huai Shi praised his talent, praised his talent, spent a little time on him, and taught him some Latin that he didn’t need...

　　 That's it.

　　 "I'm sorry, Ushishima-kun."

　　 He apologized softly, "I lied to you."

　　 Even if you don’t need me, you can definitely become a better person. Even if you don't sacrifice your life, you will have a bright future.

　　 In the silence, Huai Shi carefully unfolded the paper ball and looked at the handwriting repeatedly written on it.

　　【Hincituradastra】

　　 "Go to sleep, my friend."

Before 　　 left, Huaishi turned her head back and made a wish.

　　——May you go straight to the stars through this road.

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　　 Arakawa’s house.

　　 It's obviously a torrential rain, but everything is shrouded in flames with no end in sight.

　　 a piece of scarlet, can not tell whether it is blood or burning color. His lungs twitched, but I don't know if it was the **** smell or the smoke was too pungent.

　　 There was a loud noise in the distance, not only wailing but also roaring flames.

　　 Arakawa roared, raised the gun in his hand, and shot those who rushed into the yard to death one by one. Until the end, the gun in his hand vibrated, making an empty clicking sound, and no more bullets.

　　 He was taken aback, and laughed mockingly in the rain.

　　 laughed at myself.

　　 has always been proud of being clever, but never thought that all people would betray their relatives overnight.

　　 "Surrender, Patriarch."

　　 The betrayers outside the door slowly walked in and drew out the weapons in their hands: "Everyone is the master of the game for so many years, I hope I can gather and disperse."

　　 "It's good to get together, good to go?"

　　 Arakawa was stunned for a moment, couldn't help but sneered, and took a mouthful of thick sputum on the ground.

　　 "Boy, didn't your former team leader tell you...there is only one way to withdraw, only death!" He grinned and sneered disdainfully: "Come on, take my head!"

　　 After a brief silence, the subordinate nodded regretfully, and drew the short knife from his waist: "Then, please let it be rude."

　　 Five minutes later, the head of the head of the Arakawa clan was put into the box.

　　 until death is ferocious, without any panic and weakness.

　　The attackers coldly killed all the survivors in the house, and then splashed gasoline, and burned everything before leaving.

　　 The flames keep going through the night.

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　　 "Die to me!"

　　 Under the same torrential rain, Makoto Akasaki roared in rage, raised his arms, his whole figure resembling steel, with dozens of assault rifles in front of him, breaking through a long distance, raising his hand from the rush, and punching hard!

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　　 "Mrs. Yuriko! Mrs. Yuriko, where are you?"

　　 Without looking at the wound in his abdomen, he staggered forward and pushed open the last door-and then saw the countless spilt blood.

　　All the attackers are dead.

　　 In the middle of the meeting room, Ochiai Yuriko turned his head, holding a heavy naginata in his hand, breathing slightly.

　　 The cold face was stained red with blood, solemn and solemn.

　　Only at this time can it be reminiscent of: The reason why she was elected as the master is not because of this amazingly good color, but because of the brave and strong, not inferior and male!

　　 After the death of her husband, the owner of the previous generation, she was the ghost woman of the Ochiai family!

　　 "Is it Akasaki?"

　　 She waved her hand indifferently: "I'm fine, just a little bit late."

　　 Akasaki leaned over, ashamed and apologized: "Being late, please forgive me."

　　 "Don't waste time, Akasaki, let's go, there are still a lot of things that should be done."

　　 Ochiai Yuriko listened to the fierce gunfire from outside, turned his head, and ordered the strong women who kept coming out through the secret door behind him: "Everyone, prepare to meet the enemy!"