Apocalyptic Forecast

Cairo.

　　 The hot wind blows across the face.

　　 On the convertible off-road vehicle, Russell raised his hand, pressed his headscarf, and looked up at the yellow sand flying in the distance. The more you leave the city, the sparser greening becomes. In the end, apart from the short bushes, there are only buildings standing far away.

　　In this ancient and closed country, everything seems to have nothing to do with outsiders.

　　 The residents live a peaceful life, day after day, even if there are occasional travelers from afar, they can only enjoy the beauty here, and they can’t really enter their lives.

　　 No matter how enthusiastic the smile is, there will always be a gap between each other.

　　 Even people who occasionally go out to study or work, rarely talk about life in their hometown with others, although there is no difference here and there.

　　 can't tell whether it is indifferent or arrogant.

　　 Self-sufficient, self-reliant life is less than the outside world, and I don’t care about what is happening outside.

　　 Under the control of the Pharaoh, this country has stretched for thousands of years, and it will continue to continue.

　　 And now, the mighty motorcade winds along the road and drove into the city.

　　 passed through the gates. In the end, only one car stopped in front of the last square.

　　 The black robe old man who had been waiting for a long time looked unhappy.

　　 "You guys are a bit late." He said, "It's almost out of time."

　　 "Something happened on the road, sorry."

　　 "I heard about the Golden Dawn. I did a good job, but I still can't use it as a reason."

　　 The old man did not entangle too much when he was late. After beckoning, he led the way and walked in a hurry: "You guy is never on time... Even if you don't look at the occasion, you still have to look at the person?"

　　 "Russell, be serious. After you pass this village, there will be no such shop. You have to cherish the opportunity."

　　 Russell confused, "Why are you more anxious than me?"

　　 "Maybe it’s because I’m not a stupid idiot who always puts a **** that I don’t care about on his face to deceive people, but in fact I care about dying, right?"

　　 "Hey, we haven't seen each other for decades, can't you be kinder?"

　　 "No, I'm not friendly."

　　 The old man glanced back at him, "If time is not tight, I still want to hit someone. Thirty years ago, I broke your dog's neck with a stick."

　　 I can feel the anxiety and urgency in the expression of the old friend.

　　 "Well, my fault." Russell raised his hand and surrendered: "Actually, I have tried my best to keep the contract, but the **** of Golden Dawn always make trouble.

　　 There are always accidents, my friend. "

　　 "But there are some things that shouldn't be."

　　 The host of the Egyptian pedigree, the high priest of Thoth said: "You'd better hurry, and be faster."

"what happened?"

　　 "Your Majesty is going to fall asleep early. I don't know how long it will take to wake up next time." The high priest of Thoth said, "The only thing I can arrange for you is this side."

　　 "Thank you." Russell Surong expressed his gratitude.

　　 "Before returning to Egypt, I was also a member of the Utopia. If you want to reorganize the pedigree of the kingdom of heaven, I will naturally not sit back and watch. But I am afraid that is the only thing I can do for you."

　　The high priest hurriedly said: "Half an hour ago, your majesty just issued the imperial order to lock the border, starting tomorrow...If you come one day late, I am afraid that you will not be able to enter the territory of Egypt.

　　 This time in the battle of the worlds, Egypt will not participate in other than the necessary defense. "

"so serious?"

　　 Russell was stunned: "What happened?"

　　 "I don't know, but if your majesty does this, he naturally has his reason."

　　 The high priest's footsteps paused slightly, and finally turned back to remind seriously: "I know you like to tell jokes, but here, it is best to show respect... if you still want your Majesty to make a prediction for you."

"I will."

　　 Russell nodded, no longer smiling.

　　 In front of the dark gate, is the last palace of the noble emperor in the world.

　　 Sleeping Mausoleum.

　　 The palace of death after the death of Pharaoh, or... the cage.

　　 Waiting for him in there is the seventeenth Pharaoh named ‘Amenhotep’. At the same time, among the many incarnations of the nine pillar gods, he is also the most far-sighted one.

　　 His talent is prophecy.

　　 The established prophecy.

　　 is far more than all the pharaohs who have gone, after combining many divine natures, it can be called an absolute foreseeable power.

　　 Anything he said will inevitably happen, and there will inevitably be no discounts or reversals. There is no word game, nor any fluke.

　　 Absolutely correct prediction.

　　 A prophecy that absolutely cannot be changed.

　　 But the price is a divine distortion far beyond the pharaohs of the past.

He was reticent throughout his life. Apart from a few wills, he never said anything. Despite this, he was forced to live in the tomb in advance at the age of thirty-four, relying on the secrets in the pyramid. The meter suppressed the boiling blood in the body.

　　 In the solemn chanting and prayers, Russell took off his clothes, washed away the dust, and put on a robe.

　　 step by step into the darkness.

　　 Without anyone's company.

　　 stepped into the huge maze alone.

　　 The more you descend deeper, the greater the power you can feel. It was as if the hideous trapped beast was gasping in the cage, swallowing its own blood hoarsely.

　　 endure the pain.

　　 The solemn praise and strong incense can't whitewash the essence of this gradual solidification.

　　 In the end, Russell even began to wonder whether he was walking in the present or walking through the palace of the ruler in hell?

　　 is even more exaggerated than that...

　　 What he has to face is the eternal emperor created by the divine power of the Nine Pillars God, the pharaoh who has struggled for decades in the quagmire of solidification and distortion.

　　 This creepy surging darkness is not a prop he used to deliberately mock the guests, on the contrary, it is to protect the guests themselves.

　　 And now, after passing through the deep corridor, he finally came to the hall where the end and appearance were invisible.

　　 Above the darkness, the dim light illuminates the outline of the throne and the thin figure.

　　 His long hair is like flowing water, winding through the darkness, illuminated by the jumping lights, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is material or illusory.

　　 faintly transparent.

　　'S face is blurred, no matter how intently he stares, he can only see an elusive shadow.

　　 There are no courtesy officials, no followers, and no witnesses.

　　The declining pharaoh and Russell are far away.

　　 There is a hoarse whisper from Gaotaizhi, like a dream, which makes people unclear.

　　 "Your Majesty."

　　 Russell stroked his chest and saluted.

　　 "The extra words... don't have to say more..."

　　 The voice of the Pharaoh echoed in the darkness, but he couldn't tell whether he was old or immature, thick or sharp, just like the darkness itself beating.

　　 The emperor on the throne panted, enduring the distorted pain, "I know what you came from. I will respond to your request. But Russell, you have to be clear... The prophecy is not without cost."

　　 He said:

　　 "——The price of prophecy is the prophecy itself."

　　Below the long steps, Russell smiled and nodded.

　　 "I will enjoy it as a sweetheart."

　　 In the darkness, there is a long silence.

　　 seems to have distant eyes down.

　　 So cold, so indifferent, overlooking all the changes in the world.

　　 Insight into the future.

　　 At that moment, Russell heard a voice from the future.

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　　 An hour later, the high priest waiting outside the tomb again saw Russell walking out of the darkness.

　　 smiled calmly.

　　 is like returning from an outing, relaxing and cozy.

　　 At the moment when they passed by, the two nodded to each other and finally saluted. Without saying anything, the two who once belonged to the ideal country said goodbye, knowing that this would be the last time the two sides met.

　　 The high priest walked into the darkness again.

　　 And Russell walked out of the palace.

　　 Behind him, the gate of the palace was closed for the first time. As he left, the departed ship turned into a phantom, disappearing into the eternal storm and mist.

　　 Two hours later, Russell handed his and Marcus passports to the checkpoint for inspection. After being stamped, the last car left the border of Egypt.

　　The iron doors on both sides of the level slowly closed inward.

　　 This ancient country once again locked its borders.

　　 On both sides of the winding road, countless greenery gradually sprouted, and the wind blowing on the face seemed to become gentle, blowing distant moisture.

　　 "Spring is coming soon."

　　 Russell raised his hand, put on his sunglasses, and unscrewed the radio, so amidst the rustle of electricity, there was singing from a long time ago.

　　 I can't help but hum softly along.

　　 On the co-pilot, the sleeping Marcus woke up, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, mottled white hair fluttering in the wind.

　　 Hearing his vague singing, his muddy eyes seemed to become clear.

　　Return to the bright days of youth.

　　 "Russell, are you happy?" he asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

　　 Russell nodded happily.

　　 Looking at his eyebrows dancing, the old man asked curiously: "What happened to make you smile so satisfied?"

　　 "Nothing has happened yet, my friend~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Russell thought for a while and nodded: "I just remembered, happy things—"

　　 "Is it about the future?"

"Yup."

　　 "About us?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 Russell replied with a smile: "About us in the future, as well as them...and, everything. Whether it is good or bad, it is expected.

　　 As long as there is a future. "

　　 He looked back one last time, and the ancient country gradually disappeared on the horizon behind him.

　　 Withdraw his sight.

　　 Just like that, it's getting away.

　　 Those who are overwhelmed with joy, can't wait, full of joy and expectation, greet their own future.

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　　 "Russell, the heavenly pedigree will finally usher in a rebirth."

　　 In that solemn and cold palace like a tomb, the pharaoh who had been imprisoned in the darkness woke up from a long dream and revealed a prediction from the future.

He says:

　　 "——After you die."

　　 This is the best thing in the world.

　　 After I die, there will be no more floods.