Apocalyptic Forecast

In this hustle and bustle of night, there were countless shouts, shouts, noisy screams and uniform praises.

　　 At this moment, there is a new rhythm again.

　　 The tide is surging.

　　 It was like a mighty ocean tide swept across the face, and a hurricane was set off, making everyone momentarily stagnant, and when they lowered their heads in astonishment, they saw the torrent of surging.

　　 In the deep moat, at this moment, it started to surge violently.

　　 is like boiling.

　　 No, this is... boiling!

　　 Numerous dead fish and water-acoustic species began to appear on the river surface as the temperature of the water rose sharply, and the stench of fish was mixed in the gradually hot water mist and rose.

　　 It was like an invisible ghost grinning.

　　 From the temperature applied by the casting furnace, the heat enough to incinerate steel is now diffused in the river water. Huai Shi's right arm was metalized in an instant, and it was already burnt red, and the terrifying heat even started to emit black smoke from the chariot under his feet.

　　 In the return to the ruins, the source crystals are rapidly decreasing, turning into firewood, and throwing them into the furnace, causing this terrifying temperature to rise endlessly.

　　 Until, the torrent of the river is boiling.

　　 In less than a few minutes, amidst the harsh screams, the boiling river began to surging, tumbling towards the city.

　　 Like a wriggling giant stretching out his hands, clinging to the towering city wall, the invisible and intangible boiling water rises, bit by bit, inch by inch, approaching those desperate faces.

　　 Under the spears of the supervising team, it was swallowed by a sudden rising torrent of boiling water!

　　 screams one after another.

　　 Under A Fang's edict, countless boiling river water reversed gravity, and after crossing the city wall, it headed towards the interior of the walled city.

　　 I don’t know how many poisons and curses are hidden in the pitch-black black water, ecstasy and bones, at the moment of covering, all living things melt in the sneer.

　　 On the bastions on both sides, dozens of white rays suddenly fell, trying to freeze the boiling water, but the irritated river spread rapidly in the sound of the tide, and took the lead to engulf the bastions.

　　 Looking at the past from a distance, it is like a weird scene in two crystal balls.

　　 The gray and black colors spread quickly, eroding the secret instrument, and dissolving all the souls within reach.

　　 In the end, under the constant transportation of Afang, the moat formed by the deep valley was emptied, and all of it was poured into the settlement along the river in the air.

　　 rages and rages.

　　 There is an invisible force descending in the sky, stirring the boiling water, making them surging, and after engulfing an inch of gap, a terrifying vortex is formed.

　　 surging back and forth.

　　 Under the torment of malice and calamity, the closed Hundred Eyes settlement has now become a scorching cauldron, and even more weird and terrifying things are brewing in the dark torrent.

　　 In the dead silence, only the frantic carols remained.

　　 "So after all..."

　　 The elder who witnessed this weird situation subconsciously held the reins, unbelievable: "What is it?"

　　 "Ah, this one."

　　 Huai Shi held the burning red A Fang, and thought for a moment: "I have seen an old man before, although he is not good at character, he has a good hand in cooking, so I secretly learned two things."

　　 What kind of answer is this!

　　 What does this have to do with cooking!

　　 Can this kind of thing be learned secretly!

The elder 　　 was in chaos. Looking at the walled city shrouded in boiling water, he only felt a moment of icy coldness.

　　 "Stealing is after all stealing, and the skill is still not at home."

　　 Huai Shi sighed regretfully: "At best, it just caused a little riot."

　　 If Guo Shouque was here, he might be amused to laugh when he saw this pot of boiled cabbage.

　　 Where is the exquisite cooking magic cooking?

　　 is nothing more than a cauldron of ignorance.

　　 Top up to the sky and feed people by quantity. It is far from reaching the realm of gourmet food!

　　 But, it’s enough to cause riots.

　　 Otherwise, how can those heavyweight characters who are huddled in the walled city easily appear?

　　 At this moment, along with the roar of boiling water, an angry neigh burst from the settlement of Hundred Eyes. Even suppressed the sound of tide and torrent.

　　 The sharp sound echoed under the night, causing bursts of pain in the eardrum.

　　 In the city, the surging torrent gradually stopped, and a huge shadow slowly rose up, as if to overflow from the cauldron.

　　 Accompanied by waves of weird stench, I don't know how many dog-headed people foamed and fell into fainting.

　　 Under the guard and support of the huge secret instrument, the huge silhouette rose to the sky.

　　 is the three-eyed mud monster that once participated in the meeting in the dead skull settlement.

　　At this moment, once his body is fully unfolded, the countless silt-like substances have gathered into a huge, hideous head, like a building, constantly squirming.

　　 dripping viscous slurry.

　　Amidst the silt, huge horrifying eyes continued to emerge, looking coldly towards the enemy.

　　 Angrily neighed.

　　 Countless stinking silt fell from its body and quickly condensed in mid-air, forming a sharp outline, and it sprinkled like a torrential rain toward the outside of the city.

　　 A Fang turned around, and the heavy steam quickly condensed into layers of water curtains, supporting them to beware. But then, the giant sticky silt head swooped toward them with a roar.

　　 "These years... can the toilet be refined too?"

　　 Huai Shi sighed lightly, supporting A Fang with one hand, unmoved.

　　 Just on top of another steel chariot, a felt cloth blanket of some years has been spread out, and the pattern on it has long been blurred with the passage of time.

　　 just above, on another layer of black velvet cloth, placed one after another shotgun parts, quickly assembled in a pair of callused palms.

　　 placed beside Foster.

　　 The engine wheel sat cross-legged on the felt cloth, holding a slender brass bullet in his hand, and holding a small skinning hook in the other hand, correcting the markings on it.

　　 "Name?"

　　 Foster asked suddenly, "What is the name of the wearer?"

　　 "Name?" The snake man beside him was puzzled.

　　 "Yes, the name, tell me what it's called." Foster said, "It doesn't matter whether the code name is a scorn or a title. Anyway, just a title is enough."

　　 "Five...five eyes!"

　　 Under the huge shadow, the priest racked his brains to search, and finally came up with a title from the corners of his memory: "It claims to be called Five Eyes!"

　　 "Okay, five, eyes."

　　 The sharp hook knife instantly moved away from the dragon and snake, and after randomly writing two words on the bullet, the hook knife rotated once and disappeared into Foster's hand.

　　 And that brass bullet has been filled into the barrel.

　　 casually aimed at the sky.

　　 Pull the trigger.

　　 "Goodbye!"

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a piercing whistle blowing from the barrel of the gun, and a dazzling golden light spread out its wings, galloping out at a speed that was unattainable by the naked eye.

　　 passed a weird arc from the air, then sank into its face.

　　 pierced through the endless silt, then came out from the back of the head, but immediately after that, another weird turn suddenly turned and turned back again!

　　 In the blink of a finger, the sky is almost full of intricate trajectories.

　　The countless long distances are entangled with each other, it seems to be a mess.

　　 Then, the sky's trajectory suddenly narrowed to the inside.

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a violent scream that came to mind from the mud. Dozens of huge eyeballs burst open in an instant,

　　 Amid the loud noise of the collapse, the huge skulls shattered in layers, and they fell in full swing!

　　 is just a flick of a finger.

Only a fragmented outline flew out in horror, unable to believe everything in front of him.

　　 fear.

　　 "I didn't even die? No, I died four times..."

　　 Foster has put down his gun, and sighed slightly: "There is one left?"

　　 On his right arm, layers of runes flashed for a moment, forming a majestic and mysterious matrix.

　　 Such exaggerated lethality does not come from the blessing of a shotgun, and it is not a terrible bullet, but an ordinary deer hunting ammunition.

　　 This tragic ending was doomed as early as the moment the trigger was pulled!

There are two major branches in the path of passing on the spirit of divinity. The end of the first is Chronos, who has mastered the shadows of the past and the warnings of the future, and the end of the other is Gea, the earth mother who gave birth to everything, raised everything and buried everything.

　　 It's a pity that Foster doesn't have either the wisdom of mastering everything or the compassion of all.

　　 But at the beginning, everyone didn’t know what to use, and which one was convenient to use?

　　 If I knew that I could be a Tier 4 in this life, who wouldn't pick and choose the most suitable destination.

　　 Foster had already looked away at this.

　　 Tier 4 is also good.

　　 The hunting that Tier 5 can shoot, Tier 4 can also play, and the wave that Tier 5 can rush, Tier 4 still rushes. The days are no different. Besides, isn't he a job of burning a boiler on a submarine, why he pays so much attention to it?

　　 And in the path of the gods, no matter where the end is going, the fourth level is actually the same-they are both demigods and titans with the characteristics of gods and hells at the same time!

　　 This is not even confined to the twelve titans in the past, but the blood and blessings of the three titans are obtained based on the combination of the sacrifice and the soul offered by the advanced person.

　　 Among them, what is immovable is the Titan hidden in the unknown, the ancestor of the legendary man, Iapetos. What he bestows is the resistance to **** and the terrifying vitality that can survive even in the desperate situation of hell.

　　Besides, this is the part that Foster is most ashamed of--because the remaining two Titans who have blessed him are all women...

　　 Among them, one is the Monem-Mussene born in memory and history, and the other is the goddess Fuper, who is in charge of brilliance and revelation.

　　 So, the miracle of memory and history, brilliance and enlightenment are pinned in Foster's hands.

　　 This is indeed an irreplaceable excellent aid for the archaeology of the abyss and the development of hell, but it does not have a direct kill.

　　 This situation continued until the Great Master’s experiment. After countless attempts, Foster finally combined the power of the two and touched the moment of'destiny'.

　　 At best, it's just marginal.

　　 But amidst the infinite variables and terrifying pressure, at the moment Foster was about to collapse, what was left was the comprehension that was etched into the depths of the soul.

　　 is not to be in-depth, not to be described, and not to be spied.

　　 That is a miracle that cannot be solidified with stigmata. If it is barely used to describe it, it is the ‘shadow of destruction’, ‘the road to the end’.

　　 is like the legendary three goddesses of destiny cutting the thread of the dead.

　　 This is an intuition.

　　 How to lead the enemy to destruction.

　　 has nothing to do with the curse of the evil door, even Foster himself can't believe the conclusion of the great master-this is a prophecy that belongs to him alone.

　　 to predict the death of the enemy and make the prediction come true.

　　 looks like aiming and shooting, but the enemy's fate was already shrouded in the haze of death when the name was engraved with bullets.

　　 Pulling the trigger is the stimulating step, and the bullet is just a medium-responsible for carrying the death of the future to the present.

　　 The final result is death.

　　 When people are the target, the lethality of this blow is terrifying, and there is no way to hide, no way to escape.

　　 But if the opponent is inhuman, this kind of speechless situation will often occur...

　　 died, but not completely.

　　 more than half died, but there is still a part of it alive.

　　 "This is a bit embarrassing."

　　 Foster scratched his cheeks, a little gaffe.

　　 I don't know if it should be said that it is a malfunction or bad luck-this crown wearer named Five Eyes is itself a weird monster formed by the fusion of five **** creatures through a secret instrument!

　　At this moment, when Five Eyes was frightened and fleeing by the blow, countless bones and corrupt internal organs fell out of the massive amount of silt that kept falling from the air...

　　 I can't even take care of my own lair.

　　 ran away desperately.

　　 Foster sighed, and took out another bullet from his pocket. This time he didn't engrave his name on it—a subject who had already died once, how could he die a second time?

　　 Before he finished reloading, a scream came from the end of the sky.

　　 In mid-air, the body of the five eyes that ran away violently trembled and sank abruptly, exploding a big hole. Then there was another one.

　　 It seemed that an invisible thing was suddenly crushed on his body.

　　 made the muddy mud groan and collapse constantly.

　　 quickly collapsed.

　　 But no matter how he flees and struggles, he can't get rid of the thin thread entangled on his body-the thread formed by the condensation of water vapor, which has already been deeply submerged in his body.

　　 On the other end, it is wrapped around Afang.

　　 Hell is great, it has no way to escape.

　　 Every time Huaishi’s finger taps on A Fang’s grip, a terrifying mass impact from the Chalcedony Pavilion bursts into its body!

　　 One click, two clicks, three clicks!

　　 The thunder is dull, like winter thunder.

　　 It was not rain that sprinkled immediately, but endless silt and pollution.

　　 The five-eyed remnant body completely collapsed, and it was no longer able to maintain the huge body, forming a foul-smelling rainstorm.

　　 Among the countless corpses, there was only one deformed body with ten arms that was pulled by the flying birds and thrown back into the Hundred Eyes at will.

　　 Since then, there has been no more movement.

　　 Only the flames of the furnace burned the clouds to crimson.

　　 The tidal sound echoed.

　　 recreate **** from the cauldron...

　　 When the casting started again, everything came to an end in a dull boiling sound.

"almost."

　　 For a long time, for a long time, when Huai Shi released A Fang's grip, there was no sound from the Hundred Eyes settlement.

　　 In a dead silence, no one spoke.

　　 Only the sound of peeling and collapsing sounded.

　　 The elder sluggishly watched the walled city returning to darkness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is over.

　　 The city defenses that were originally expected to cooperate with large-scale siege equipment and dispatch grayscale assassins to pay huge casualties, which could only be opened from inside and outside, have now disappeared.

　　 It seems that thousands of years have passed in an instant, and the ravages of the years have brought rapid collapse and weathering.

　　 The huge gate broke suddenly and fell to the ground, rusting into dust.

In the settlement behind 　　, only rows of waste water flowed out of it, meandering across the ground, and returning to the moat again.

　　 When a burning arrow pierced the darkness and fell into the settlement, it caused the silent behemoth to emerge with a majestic outline, reflecting the cold light.

　　 That is a mountain.

　　The mountain of steel cast by the crown wearer and countless large groups of distortions!

　　 Countless metal ingots are stacked one after another.

　　 is either dull or bright, with different specifications and many different materials. But when they gather in one place, the breath they emit makes all living things feel the trembling from the soul.

　　It's hard to breathe.

　　 "Now, you can go in."

　　 Huai Shi looked back, and told the creeping believers: "Be quicker, I'm in a hurry."