Apocalyptic Forecast

Thanks to the lord of Cang Huo

Hell, a quiet zone, a land of nothing.

In the silent stone room, several gloomy figures quietly overlooked the broken sarcophagus, as well as the mutilated body.

Lost all the water, turned into a rickety and shriveled corpse.

Most of them have collapsed into dust.

Only in the cracked head, there was a faint light flashing in the darkness.

Accompanied by the sound of the door slamming open, Mathers walked in slowly with a cane, his steps staggering, and the huge gap in his chest had not been repaired.

Seeing Woodman's body, he was lagging for a moment.

"Is it really dead?"

"It's not dead or crippled by Vitali's hand in this way?"

Yeats shrugged, "Even if you can survive, don't think about making waves around the rest of the weight... Thanks to my running far, or if you get caught by the old man, I'm afraid I will have to accompany Woodman."

"Do you want to search for the traces of the Mirror of Day and Night?" Mathers asked: "After leaving the Russian Federation lineage, Russell didn't know he would hide it there... it might not be easy to find."

"His backup is still there, Vitali can't kill him, so he can only be imprisoned."

Between a few gloomy figures, a low voice suddenly sounded. It was a voice from the land of nothing: "Let him be quiet for a period of time, so as not to run around every day. If you are annoying, look again. It’s troublesome."

The voice said: "Next is the battle of the worlds. I will find a chance to destroy the Mirror of Day and Night."

Mathers shrugged helplessly.

So far, this is only the case.

Everyone never thought that someone could wake up the mirror of day and night that had been silent for so many years in the dark. Did not expect that Woodman, the strangest among them, would capsize twice in a row in a gutter called Huaishi.

Forget it the first time, the second time the people are gone...

Now, as a memetic virus, Woodman can arbitrarily travel between the present, border and hell, manifesting, and relying on the memes left in many people and classics, it can be said to be ubiquitous. Even if you kill all the people who have been implanted with memes, you can spread it again as long as you broadcast some classics.

It can be said that there is no weakness.

As a result, all the memes are still there, but the ‘server’ that represents Woodman’s consciousness has been pushed away by a pallet truck by a guy who repaired the air conditioner at the door.

By the time they reacted, the server had already been moved home by an old man collecting scraps to play with his grandson.

Unable to pursue it.

The worst thing in the world is this.

In the final analysis, who can imagine that Russell, who seemed to be discouraged in the past, would be so fierce after he was suddenly beaten with blood?

It's like one day the daughter of God of War who was sold into the brothel suddenly punched a hundred thousand fighters to help her out.

Sorry, I installed it.

I waited for one day for seventy years...

With a blink of an eye, the old hen turned into a duck, and even the version was different.

Where does this make sense?

Now, no one would regard that guy Russell as an overpowering clown, just as no one would regard that calamity sword as a real cowboy.

The reconstruction of the heavenly pedigree is almost a foregone conclusion.

For Golden Dawn, this is no longer a disease of ringworm and scabies, but a serious confidant.

Also as the remnants of an ideal country...their fate has already been decided, and each other will never die.

It is foreseeable that in the next battle of the worlds, there will be more time for the two sides to break their wrists.

Everyone must be prepared.

Mathers pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Woodman is gone, what about the part of the plan he is responsible for?"

"Leave it to Edward Witt." The voice said, "How about Bennett's assistance when necessary?"

The evil awakened person holding the Buddha beads slowly nodded his head without any objection.

"This is the first time the messenger's work has been done."

The Freezer named Edward sighed and put on his cloak: "I will try my best, but it's best not to expect a temporary worker to accomplish what a good job."

"Do your best," said the voice. "But if there is one point of hard work, there is one point."

"I try my best."

Edward's expression became more and more helpless. Although he was reluctant, he didn't say anything anymore and turned away.

"Where is the King of Outlaws?"

Bennett asked: "How is the injury?"

"I was resting in the nectar pool. It hurt the root, but it didn't have any serious consequences." The voice said, "It's just a period of rest."

"Time is running out. During this period of time, everyone needs to fulfill their duties."

"Thank you harder, work harder."

If he quoted Shakespeare’s lines, Mathers sighed slightly, “Who would have expected to work overtime in hell?”

This is the end of the temporary meeting.

When those figures gradually left, Mathers stayed in place, holding a cane.

There was no word in the long silence.

Quietly looking at the tragic appearance of his companion, waving his hand, he sealed his body with a sarcophagus again for the future.

"Wescott, are you still there?"

He asked suddenly.

"I'm here."

The voice of the land of nothing came again.

The voice of the ruler, who has long been integrated with this moving reality, once again lowered, eternally calm: "What's the matter?"

"The last news that Woodman sent back, is it true?"

Mathers asked seriously: "The Book of Destiny is really not in the Tower of Ivory?"

"No, that's Russell's lie."

Wescott replied: "After receiving the news, I have launched the "Dead Sea Document" again and got an accurate result-the Book of Destiny is indeed not wrong in the Ivory Tower.

Woodman was deceived. It was a trap that Russell carefully prepared for us-I even suspect that Russell might have been recognized by the Book of Destiny long ago. "

Mathers' expression changed suddenly: "How much is it possible?"

"Over 80%."

Wescott said flatly: "The remaining 20% ​​is due to current intelligence restrictions, other reasons cannot be ruled out, but no matter what, the Book of Destiny is under his control."

Mathers became more unable to understand, and asked: "But why did he lie?"

"Because he likes it."

Weiscott said: "How do you know what he is thinking? For opponents like Russell, no matter what he says or what he does, it may be illusions and lies. He can even advance his own level. There is no point in concealing and going back to the cause.

You only need to do what you should do. "

"No matter what he says, we can't change our plan." Weiscott said: "This is the best way to deal with him."

"But since he has mastered the Book of Destiny..."

Mathers' expression gradually grew gloomy, and he could no longer escape such a possibility.

Regardless of the huge authority of the Book of Destiny itself on the revision of events, what is even more terrible is the revision value of more than 400% that has been passed down by the Utopia!

That was the great result created by bringing the world back from **** four times!

Today, although the Utopia is no longer there, the countless achievements it left behind are still creating more and more changes in a steady stream.

The correction value may continue to rise.

If Russell can really rebuild the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, or even...complete the reconstruction of the ideal country, then the power gained will be even more terrifying!

"By then, a guy like us, to him, will probably be just a chicken dog, right?"

Mathers said coldly.

"so what?"

Wescott asked in return: "So you have to make a big mistake? Or, desperately pay a huge price to annihilate him before he succeeds?

The existence of the Utopia is nothing but our past. It is not worth mentioning and cannot change what will happen in the future. "

Wescott said coldly: "Mathers, everyone in the outside world thinks that the three of us who created the Golden Dawn were the three of us who created the Golden Dawn, but you should know who is the one who really made the Golden Dawn—

Our existence is the choice of this world, and Russell can't stop that ending. "

Mathers' palm quivered slightly and clenched his cane.

Wescott, Mathers, Woodman.

It is true that the three of them are important organizers and leaders in the Golden Dawn, and they all play an irreplaceable role.

But in the past seventy years, no matter who it is, I am afraid that it is impossible to think of who is the culprit behind the destruction of the Utopia, and the real initiator of this evil result.

Maybe Russell guessed something, but Russell will never publicize it.

No one will ever believe that the emergence of the Golden Dawn comes from an ideal country, no, it comes from the will of the Astronomical Society.

It came from the person who really led them on this set of paths. After assisting and pushing them to cover up all traces, they sat and watched the irreversible consequences...

The president of the previous generation of Astronomical Society!

"Wake up Aleister, Mathers."

Wescott said indifferently: "After so long of silence, we should do something, and we should let the present witness to witness our masterpiece."

After a brief silence, Mathers nodded silently.

From the depths of the Land of Nothingness, there was a deep hum.

The bell rang.

Pairs of pale eyes lifted up.

Emerges the look of hell.

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When you go to transit through the Rainbow Bridge, when you come back, there is no such convenience. You have to rely on transportation honestly.

Thanks to Raymond's helicopter, otherwise Huaishi would have to take the students on a sled.

It took four hours to go to Iceland, transit through the border, and then take the flight and train. It took more than half a day to finally return to the ivory tower.

All I saw was devastation.

After the disaster, almost all the buildings in the Ivory Tower were damaged to varying degrees. Except for the School of Architecture, who couldn't stop happily, everyone else was cursing.

After counting the disaster losses and maintenance costs, the vice principal's face looked ugly and scary. It takes at least half a month to get back to the original state, and dealing with the follow-up matters is even more troublesome.

The most important thing is that he was run away by the guy Bennett...

It's a shame.

The most bleak thing is...he still can't help it.

being targeted.

As one of the signs of the Ivory Tower, he is the one who can fight the most on the bright side, even better than Russell. Moreover, it is a time stigma like Kronos, and once possessed the identity of a doomsday guard.

Whoever wants to deal with the ivory tower, he is definitely the first object to be settled.

Russell's priority is not higher than him.

Otherwise, once he reads the file, everything will stop.

Of all the resources consumed by the Golden Dawn raid, at least 50% was spent on him, and 50%...was blown up by Russell and the old campus.

It can only be said that the character is too strong and has been unanimously targeted by other players.

No gaming experience.

Despite this, after seeing Huai Shi, he managed to squeeze a little smile... it looked even more scary.

"Let’s go to rest first, for more things, and I’ll talk about the celebration tomorrow."

After asking a few questions about the situation, Isaac nodded, showing a rare expression of satisfaction, and comforted: "Your home is okay, Mr. Krishna hid your home in the Bhagavad Gita for the first time."

"That's good." Huai Shi also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she contacted Uncle Fang as soon as she changed her cell phone to make sure there was nothing wrong, the old man's inexplicable expression always made Huaishi a little uneasy.

Knowing that Russell was playing such a big game, he would not move the Chalcedony Pavilion back to the Ivory Tower before he left.

This saves the old man from following himself in fear.

Even if Uncle Fang is fine, what should I do if my collection of games and consoles suffer from the poison of the Golden Dawn?

After learning that the dormitory area was still undergoing inspection and restoration, Huai Shi simply took the students home.

"You guys will stay here for the time being these days, just so Aniya can also taste Uncle Fang's craftsmanship."

He walked in front carrying a large bag and a small bag, pushed open the courtyard door, passed through the courtyard and flowerbeds carefully maintained by the uncle, and threw the bag at the door, looking at the familiar scene, this is the kind of return home. A sense of relaxation.

The hut in the forest behind is even more familiar with the road, and pointed towards the kitchen: "Uncle Fang, Uncle Fang, I'm back, do you have anything to eat... I'll take it myself."

"Huh? The teacher's house is well decorated." Anna looked around curiously: "I thought it was the kind who lived in a single dormitory and eat instant noodles..."

She paused, and her smile became curious and weird: "Could it be that you raised a woman?"

"Ania, don't be big or small."

Yuan Yuan knocked her head, "Teacher is still single."

"Ah..." The girl dumbly said, "It sounds even worse."

Huai Shi rubbed her hair irritably, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. After putting her coat on the hanger, she walked to the living room, just wanting to lie down on the sofa and take a good night's sleep.

But just in front of the hall, I saw the old man winking at him, with a complex and worried expression, as if he could not speak when he saw a fire in the backyard.

I've never seen him look so anxious...

"It's okay, Uncle Fang, you're not feeling well?" Huai Shi was taken aback, and then speeded up.

But before he took a few steps, he heard a familiar game melody on the TV in the living room, as if someone had activated Huai Shi’s console while he was not playing games.

But Uncle Fang never touches that thing. He watches the documentary channel and the Almighty Decoration King on weekdays...

Or, is there any dog ​​that touched his archive while he was away?

Huaishi suddenly became angry from her heart, rolled up her sleeves and rushed into the living room.

Then, stiff in place.

Petrochemical.

The afternoon sun fell in from the window, shining a golden afterglow on the dark long hair.

On the sofa, the little girl holding the handle was staring at the TV screen intently.

It seems to be only eleven or twelve years old.

The black dress is delicate and cute.

Two slender and slender legs stretched out from under the skirt and stood on the coffee table. Accompanied by pleasant humming, the toes flexed slightly.

Hearing the voice from Huai Shi, she paused and turned back slowly.

Ling Huaishi almost screamed.

That immature and beautiful face seemed to carry an eternal smile and mysterious magic, it was intoxicating, and could not see the solemnity and grace of the past. What was revealed at this moment was the cuteness and mischief of a girl. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The smart eyes blinked.

Looking at Huaishi's dull look, it was as if he knew what he was thinking...

The smile is triumphant and happy.

Huai Shi almost forgot to breathe.

Not being captured by this incomparable smile filled with all the treasures in the world, but feeling the unprecedented chill and the crisis of death.

Wait, no!

Huai Shi was shocked and opened her hands to stop her.

However, it was too late.

Because a voice full of surprises has sounded.

Permeated with happiness and innocence, the girl in the black dress smiled and called out:

"Dad, you are back~"