Apocalyptic Forecast

"Huh? You mean this?"

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand and seemed to pull something out of his pocket.

　　Raymond's eyes flushed, and tears almost flowed out. It's not scary that, spicy eyes, the built-in probe in the pupil has begun to overheat.

　　 In the hands of Huai Shi, there are two magazines.

　　 Inside the crystal-like transparent magazine, there are two rows of bullets pressed, as if forged from some metal, but without the reflective color of any metal.

　　 Instead, it was dark, sucking all the light into it.

　　 Is that solid? Liquid? Or is it a misty mist? Or does it really have substance?

　　 Just at the moment of witnessing, I can feel the attraction of the soul being pulled.

　　 "Return to the ruins?" Raymond lost his voice: "You are so cruel? Return yourself... Wait, isn't it Lu Baiyan's one?"

　　 "Almost."

　　 After throwing the poem twice, after satisfying his low-level interest in showing off, he sealed it up again and threw it into his pocket.

　　 Waste is shameful, and making the best use of everything is the justice of the house.

　　 What's more, such a big life, is it wasted after being killed?

　　 Always play a little warm up.

　　The main raw material comes from the source crystals extracted from the soul of Lu Baiyan in Yangsheng Forging.

Da Si Ming’s Yang Sheng cultivated Da Si Ming. This is the most extravagant doll in the history of the Astronomy Road. What you get is that this side has gathered all the grievances of Lu Baiyan’s life and all the distortions of Da Si Ming. Become a weird existence like an ink stick.

　　 Under the three-fold blessing of the hand of forbidden, the fire of alchemy, and the forge furnace, it is extracted in all directions without any waste. Even the wailing and pain before dying are perfectly preserved in it.

That side of the ink ingot itself contains all the souls of Lu Baiyan and the accomplishments of the abyss painter. In addition to carrying the terrible lethality of Da Si Ming himself against **** creatures, it is highly corrosive and terrible. Huai Shi scraped it off with the corners. The fragments of drew on the ground twice, the depth of the entire space began to be unstable, and the place contaminated by the ink began to be assimilated by the source substance at a rapid rate.

　　 If Huai Shi is an abyss painter, he will definitely be able to make better use of this income, but unfortunately, he is just a broken violinist.

　　 Cut one-fifth and divide it into two sections. One section was given to Xiao Nine as a curse, and the other end was given to the abyss painter in the school's oil painting department.

　　 The rest is all made into bullets by Huai Shi using the technique of casting.

　　Using the foundry furnace below the Tanba Smelting, it took a full half a month to completely shape it. The result is these eleven calamity crystallizations that are comparable to the numbered curse bombs of the Administration Bureau.

　　 Take the hell, use the hell.

　　 It would be better to return it to the twenty-five gang of Golden Liming.

　　 "Such a dangerous thing, put it in your bag!" Raymond glanced at him and realized that it was wrong: "Wait, where's your bag?"

　　 The saddle bag that Huai Shi used to go out in the past is not with him today?

　　 "It was taken away by Mr. Sharma, he said it was necessary to maintain and revise it."

Although Huai Shi used "speak", it was actually yesterday that he knocked on the door twice, and then a note was posted at the door of the house, asking him to take the things out and put them on the ground. Then, the things disappeared after a brush. .

　　 No one is watching.

There is nothing wrong with giving it to him. Although this backpack from Ms. Chaschel is a gift from **** creatures, the transformation was originally completed by him and other alchemists. After so long, it really should be taken care of again. .

　　 Besides, after a sublimator with full survival status points like Huai Shi has passed the developmental period, the effect of praying once every half a month has little effect. Now that there is a creator who is willing to renovate for himself, that would be great.

　　 "However, he said it was given to me today, I don't know where to find him..."

　　Huaishi's "take" in the poem's mouth didn't finish, and his neck sank suddenly.

　　 Without warning, I hung up a bag!

　　 In the long dullness, Raymond and him looked at each other, stunned: "How is this done?"

　　 "Wait, let me see."

　　 Huaishi took out his mobile phone, connected to the frame of the ivory tower with his own authority, and began to search for the information of the internal probe. As a result, he played the video at 200 times slower speed, but still couldn't see any signs.

　　 It was not until Huaishi adjusted the magnification to 800, and looked at it frame by frame, only to see a fuzzy figure.

　　 and there are only two frames!

　　 In one frame, he slowed down, pressing the headscarf with one hand, and hanging the bag around Huai Shi's neck in the other. In the other frame, he turned around, pressing the headscarf, in a sprinting posture!

　　 Then, it's gone...

　　 can only say that the creator can really do whatever he wants.

　　 The speed of light comes, and the speed of light goes.

　　 After seeing Huai Shi, I began to doubt life-you have to use your own framework to accelerate local time when you send something. You are not willing to talk to others!

　　 I would like to call you the strongest autism!

　　 Huaishi slandered in his heart, or honestly raised his head and waved to the sky to express his gratitude.

　　 I have to say, Sharma is really attentive. After all, it is the relic of his ecology class teacher, not a bit perfunctory.

　　 Now it looks like it has been cleaned inside and out several times with a cotton swab dipped in the maintenance oil, it is not stained, and it has a new look. It even repaired the fallen part of the cortex, and there was no trace of flaws at all.

　　 He wouldn't recognize it if it weren't for the same weight and feel.

　　 Moreover, there is a two-hundred-page instruction manual in the outer bag!

　　 Huai Shi held it and slapped it in his hand, and the Book of Destiny was automatically read. Except for some unimportant information, there were two in total.

　　 One is the expansion and weight reduction of the internal space, which has been expanded to 20 cubic meters, but the available space has not changed at all, because the remaining space is filled with a set of simple alchemy matrix and external equipment for the casting furnace. It is convenient for Huai Shi to maintain his equipment at any time in hell, or to make preparations according to the situation.

　　 The effect of praying objects has been revised again. The time is still the original time, but the wide range that was not used at all has been removed, and it will be limited to the Hell Development Equipment Manual.

　　 There are all things that can be used in hell, and those that are not used in **** are useless. And the quality is much better than ordinary civilian goods.

　　 is completely enhanced for **** exploration.

　　 And the most attentive place... is the inner side of the shoulder strap-Ms. Chaschel's name, the part that was almost invisible during friction, was redrawn and outlined by gold stamping, and it was reinforced and protected by the law.

　　 to ensure that her name will never fade.

　　 "This is just like a medal."

　　 Huai Shi's eyebrows were open and smiling, without the slightest dislike, she solemnly hung it on her shoulders, and finally waved goodbye to the sky.

"thanks."

"Oh."

　　 Some distant response seemed to be heard in the wind, but it was quite unclear.

　　 is like an illusion.

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　　 Two hours later, after taking the time to deal with the last thing.

　　 Huaishi followed the notice of Vice Principal Isaac and went to the bottom of the Ivory Tower. The former station was empty at this moment.

　　 Only a few people sitting on the box were chatting, and when they saw Huai Shi, they waved their hands.

　　 They are the members of the club who went to **** with Keishi this time.

　　 Except for Raymond, a veteran tool man and driver, Huai Shi almost caught her eye.

　　 "Professor Anton?"

　　 Huai Shi didn’t even have time to say hello to the others, and looked at the gray-haired scholar: “You want to go too?”

　　 "It's all this old bone, I want to play a little warm up."

　　The old scholar from the Russian Federation took off his pipe and greeted Huai Shi, still so cheerful and talkative: "The next formation, please protect me."

　　 Huai poetry is instinctively unable to accept it.

　　Professor Anton is, besides Ms. Olivia, his first friend and supporter in the academy, Huaishi is able to gain a foothold in the ivory tower so quickly, so much depends on his help and support.

　　Although he never asked his age, his granddaughter is older than Huai Shi, who just got married last year!

　　 The old professor does not retire himself, so he can continue to struggle in his post. After all, he will teach and educate people all his life, and the results and peach and plum may be a bit exaggerated, but covering most of the current situation is always okay.

　　 In case something went wrong.

　　 "Relax, Huai Shi, go to hell, I haven't been there. I participated in the design of most of the outposts back then, it's no big deal."

　　 Professor An Dong patted him on the shoulder and smiled slightly: "Without me, who will help you drive the'it' back?"

　　 "Since this is your request, I have no objection."

　　 Huai poem nodded helplessly.

　　 Indeed, Professor Anton is one of the most suitable members. Although not as complicated as that of Vice President Isaac, Anton has been immersed in the mechanical field all his life and has almost won degrees in all disciplines within. One person is a fully automatic giant mechanical processing plant.

　　 Nautilus has been in dust for so many years, without him doing overhaul and maintenance, maybe even Huaishi would not be able to move.

　　 And the next two are also acquaintances of Huai Shi.

　　 "It's been a long time, Mr. Foster, Mr. Gregory." Huai Shi touched her chest and saluted. Here except Raymond are all elders, he didn't dare to put on any airs at all.

　　 Foster came from the captain on the iron crystal seat, and was specially transferred from the Grand Master for this mission.

　　 Senior Tier 4 Ascender, possessing the terrifying combat power that can deter Asuras, and at the same time, he has the richest experience in exploring and surviving hell.

　　 Now the Iron Crystal Seat has been fully integrated into the Hell Fortress, and it does not have the ability to sail independently, and the Grand Master cannot spare any time, otherwise they would simply pass by with two submarines back.

　　As the person in charge of the electromechanical and power equipment of the iron crystal seat for so many years, Foster's arrangement could not be more appropriate.

The iron crystal seat was recreated by Mikhail based on the prototype record given by Russell. It is limited to material resources and has many differences. It can only exist as a mobile research center, but the internal structure and general operation mode are inseparable and familiar. There will be no difficulty in getting up.

　　 The old cowboy with a cigarette dangling his finger gestured to Huaishi and said hello, "Next, I will listen to your orders~www.wuxiaspot.com~ As for the last Gregory.

This is the alchemist who was grazing sheep in the wilderness of the Russian Federation during the road trip with Russell not long ago... He is still wearing a leather robe, meeting his head and hair, and the seeds are knocked on the ground, but there is no such foolish sheep. My side bleated.

　　 The moment he saw him, Huai Shi raised his pants subconsciously, with a huge psychological shadow.

　　 After only contacting him for less than half an hour, all the modern technology and equipment in his body were scrapped, and the chemical fibers of his pants were directly dissociated and turned into primitives.

　　 It should be said, returning to the oldest era.

　　 The essence of chaos spell is the oldest prototype of alchemy, with the most exaggerated destructive power, and at the same time the secret instrument closest to the essence of the gods.

　　 At the same time, the more profound the research on this type of alchemy, the more the alchemist’s physique will be traced upwards, returning to the human state of the legendary golden age.

　　While carrying many miracles in the flesh, it also rejects and suppresses all non-alchemy products. The final result is that as long as he is by his side, all modern achievements will quickly fail, including the pants.

　　 is simply a mobile civilization emp.

　　 And the point is that this state is terribly high in priority in the real world and in hell, and there is no way to suppress it by any means.

　　 It's ridiculous that he can appear here!