Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 941

　　 The short silence was broken by the sound of coughing.

　　 On the ground, the dust is flying up.

　　 "Hi...Oh...you really haven't changed at all from the past..."

Russell lay on the ground, with difficulty, turned over, and looked at Catherine's indifferent appearance: "Despite all weak feelings, including love and tenderness, but become Gaia known for love and compassion... …Katya, when can you face yourself frankly?"

　　 Boom!

　　 On the floor, there was a big hole in the original position of Russell's head.

　　 Russell has magically floated from the floor and regained his footing, and opposite him, Ekaterina seemed to be motionless, but said indifferently:

　　 "Of course, after I can calm down and face you--"

　　 Russell sighed: "I understand your resentment and misunderstanding of me, but didn't we break up peacefully back then?"

　　 "Peace?" Ekaterina was puzzled: "You mean that on the eve of the selection of the clerk, you framed me and disqualified me?"

　　 Russell’s expression stagnated, and for a long time, he solemnly said: "That was an accident!"

　　 "Is there an "accident" including you?"

Ekaterina shook her head, "Russell, you are never involved in an accident. You are the accident itself-I believed in your innocence and promise at the beginning, but how did you return me? More Lies, more deceptions-you noticed the fall of the kingdom of heaven in advance, but you didn't say anything, instead you deceived me to the present state!"

　　 "Because everything is too late except to save you."

　　 "This is not a reason to stand idly by!" Ekaterina sneered, "You are simply embarrassing your teacher."

　　 "Ah, he did say so, but I also have difficulties."

　　 Russell sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, troubled his brain: "It seems I really can't wash it clearly?"

　　 "Do you need to wash it?"

　　 Ekaterina took a step forward, and the cold nun stretched out her neck and asked softly in his ear: "Do you really think I don't know what you are hiding, [Mimir at dusk]?"

　　 Russell was silent.

　　 After a long time, helplessly raised his hands: "I give up, can we stop talking about this topic?"

　　 "Then talk about how you compensate for my loss?"

　　 The female bishop sat on the chair that grew on the ground, her posture was correct and combed: "Why not make a public apology? Acknowledge your original conspiracy and conspiracy? Then just step down and give up those things you don't deserve."

　　 "Then, leave it to you?"

Russell laughed and spread his hands: "Look, Katya, such a fierce desire for control and such a demanding moral standard cannot tolerate a factor of instability, nor a stain-I can tell you responsibly, even if it's you. After passing the selection, he cannot become a clerk."

　　 He shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Why don't you want to admit it, you are the one who was abandoned by fate, just like me."

　　 "Then what are you doing now?"

"I?"

　　 Russell thought for a while and shrugged: "I just accepted my destiny, and you should be like me."

　　 "Look, Russell, you started to fear fate when you looked at everything? It seems that aging really increases virtue-but isn't your fate just drifting with the flow? Why do you want to appear before my eyes now?"

　　 "Maybe a big wave is coming, right?"

Russell didn’t care about the other party’s humiliation, and happily replied, “I’ll tell you that duckweed like me has caught the trend of fate. Do you want to know? Want to know why? But I won’t tell you. ..."

　　 Ekaterina's expression grew colder and colder.

　　 "It is bound to be impossible to rebuild the heavenly pedigree, you should understand."

　　 "Who is it that told me this?" Russell asked back, "Catherine of the Celestial Genealogy? Or the old godmother of the Russian Federation?"

　　 "Both." Ekaterina said coldly: "You need to answer carefully. This not only determines the next decision of the Russian Federation, but also determines the attitude of the soul."

　　 "You can't fully represent the path of the soul, Katya." Russell smiled triumphantly. "Isaac is still working for me."

　　 Ekaterina shook her head: "Come on, Russell, although I don't know what cake you drew to seduce my hapless student, do you expect him to defy me?"

　　 "As long as he is on my side, it is enough."

　　 Russell said: "Even if I don’t rely on the support of the Russian Federation, I can reorganize the heavenly pedigree, Katya, you made a mistake-the heavenly pedigree is never something that can be rebuilt with help."

　　 "No one can help us rebuild the kingdom of heaven, only ourselves. Rome can't, and Dongxia can't. Even if there is no raise from the Americas, I will go my own way.

You are accustomed to power, thinking that power can do everything, indeed, power can do everything, but this is something outside of everything-haven't you ever joined the heavenly pedigree because of this unrepeatable value? , Katya? Why can't we join hands?

　　 Me and you, the two of us join forces, and the reconstruction of the heavenly genealogy will be a foregone conclusion! "

　　 "It sounds so good, Russell, a man like you can say such irresponsible things to people no matter what happens, as if he will always live in a dream."

　　 Ekaterina sighed lightly: "Promise for life and happiness, but I don't understand the weight of marriage and eternity for a woman."

　　 "I used to love you so much, Katya, more than I love myself."

　　 Russell said solemnly: "You should understand."

　　 "This is a church, Russell, you were here four hundred years ago to say this to a virgin nun, it is enough for you to be burned."

　　 The old godmother shook her head coldly: "I have converted, Russell, it has nothing to do with me whether the heavenly genealogy is rebuilt or not. This is no excuse, you should understand it."

　　 Russell did not speak any more.

　　 He once loved the woman in front of him so much, as if the woman in front of him had loved him so much.

　　 Regrettably, they are all the same people, and the same has something more than loving themselves.

　　 Whether it is Russell’s deep freedom and looseness, or Ekaterina’s desire to control, they are both high walls that cannot be crossed.

　　 Love may be very important, but it will never be the main theme of life.

　　 It is precisely because they believe that human life can have more value, they went to the ideal country, so they met, and therefore, they would never compromise.

　　 Because of this, conflicts erupted in the selection of the fate clerk.

　　 The so-called accident is just an introduction.

　　 Both sides know that unless the other side withdraws, only oneself will fall in front of the ideal door. Even if it is the love of life, there will never be any compromise.

　　 After the fall of the Utopia, Ekaterina, who was deceived by Russell to come to the present, was already discouraged and chose to take refuge, became a virgin nun, and joined the pedigree of the Russian Federation.

　　 This is also where she hates Russell's inaction-being trapped by the current situation is never an excuse for inaction. If he really wants to do something, no matter what, the situation can be changed.

　　 He violated his duty.

　　 People's talents must be valued. If this is not the way, then another way.

　　Since then, for seventy years, she has never slackened. To this day, among the believers baptized by her, 191 Templar knights have been trained, and thousands of priests and nuns have emerged. Every ascendant who has received her grace willingly calls her godmother.

　　 Even if it is a woman, her influence is not under that of the patriarch. She is a saint who is directly blessed by the **** of nothingness. Even the capital of the Ural region is named for her.

　　 And the Church of Spilled Blood here is where she used to execute traitors.

　　 Gaia of the Russian Federation, everyone calls her that.

　　 She has already achieved something, and it is impossible to leave everything easily, change her course, and rejoin the fragmented heavenly pedigree.

　　 "You should understand that even if the heavenly pedigree can be reorganized, it is meaningless. You are so old, what else can you do?" Ekaterina asked, "Rebuild the Utopia? Stop dreaming."

　　 "I thought you would tell me how much you can do and how much you can do, and you have to do it."

　　 Russell shook his head: "I have been decadent for so many years and have nothing to do. As a teacher, I always have to set an example, right? Katya, even if I can't do it, there will be students who will take over the mission from me."

　　 "The young man you brought here?"

　　 Ekaterina understood, and sighed with pity: "It's a pity that I found the wrong teacher. It can be called the sword of disaster, and there may be more achievements in the future?"

　　 "He is the heir I personally chose, Katya, don't underestimate him."

　　 Russell laughed happily: "He will be far better than me."

　　 The voice just fell.

　　 A low muffled sound erupted from under their feet, far apart.

　　 The two of them glanced at each other at the same time.

　　 Ekaterina has a subtle expression.

　　 And Russell was a little embarrassed.

　　 At their feet, farther away, a surprised cry came: "It's fighting!"

　　 "...Uh, young man."

　　 Russell scratched his face and coughed twice: "It's normal to be aggressive."

　　 Ekaterina took a deep look at him, and said calmly: "I only hope that the sword of disaster will not be in front of my godmother and cut someone's head."

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　　 Ten minutes ago.

　　 Underground of the Spilled Blood Cathedral, on the training ground in full swing.

　　Aleksai took Huai Shi and stood in the distance, and softly introduced Huai Shi to the new blood in the field. Although they are new blood and young people, in fact, they are all about the same age as Huai Shi, and some are even a lot older than him, and they are almost 30.

　　 But no matter who is blessed by any saint, they will only be called new blood when they come here, preparing for one day to become a Templar knight.

　　 While on the court, those who are training ascendants also noticed the people on the sidelines.

　　A burly young man who had just stepped off the ring came over~www.wuxiaspot.com~, wiping the sweat off his face, and respectfully nodded to the priest: "Mr. Alexey."

　　 "You continue, don't worry about me." Alexei said kindly: "I just show the guests."

　　 The young man was taken aback for a moment, and looked at this ‘guest’ who seemed younger than himself in a puzzled way, as if thinking of something, suddenly raised his brows, unable to hide his fighting spirit: "He is Huai Shi? That Huai Shi from the Astronomical Society?"

　　 Huaishi's heart suddenly tightened.

　　 Doubtful, rejoicing.

　　 Is this the legendary disagreement?

　　 Good fellow, the cool story of "playing as a pig and eating a tiger" is finally my turn...

　　 "Exactly." He nodded reservedly, suppressing his excitement, and made a calm gesture.

　　 The burly man was taken aback for a moment. After a pair of sharp eyes looked at Huai Shi for a moment, he suddenly took a step forward, and then, bending over ninety degrees, pointed his head at Huai Shi.

　　 Huaishi stepped back subconsciously, beware of what the legendary Russian joint hammer stunt was, and then heard him, along with all the brawny men behind him, sent out a plea with admiration.

　　"——Please guide us!"

　　? ? ?

　　 Huai poem, stupid in place.

　　 (end of this chapter)