Apocalyptic Forecast

When the burning cigarette was lifted slightly between the two slender fingers, countless crisp sounds gathered together and turned into thunder before the rainstorm.

　　 Thunder rang, countless hot flashes burst out of the darkness.

　　 The paradise guard brazenly stepped forward, pushing forward with the iron wall.

　　 In their hands, the machine guns spun wildly, exposing gunpowder, light and even heavy steel.

Without any processing and correction, the bullets that have just been loaded into the magazine from the assembly line are just the most common curse iron, but when the metal explosives poured in are ignited by the runes in the gun chamber secret instrument, countless The rough iron block whirled along the rifling and rubbed to crimson.

　　 Now, the red rainstorm is swaying.

　　 Whip the air, the dome, the deck, and everything in front of you!

　　The burning mist of metal explosives rose up, and those high-temperature mercury vapors wafted in the enclosed space, shining like mist.

　　 They landed on the dirty puppet clothes. After burning away the old dirt, it seemed that even the puppet clothes all over the patch became bright and beautiful.

　　 "How do you say that sentence?"

　　 puppet suit's big mouth spit out a puff of green smoke, looking around at the hunting angel who rushed up frantically in the violent storm, thought for a while, and sighed suddenly:

　　 "Seiya!"

　　 Boom!

　　 The Iron Wall Guards stepped forward again, and after the overheated and deformed cannon was thrown down, they drew out the axe blade and the halberd behind themselves, and shouted frantically with the kitten's words.

　　 Stepping on the sticky blood under their feet, they move forward, fight and fight again!

　　 On the other side of the sun boat, on the corridor less than one meter wide, it had already been stained scarlet with blood, and the gathered snake people began to countercharge again.

　　 Even if it was being slaughtered by one side, the cold-blooded snake people didn't seem to know what fear and panic meant. They rushed to invincible opponents one after another, using their lives to fight for a short time for the loyalists.

　　 A pool of blood spread like a river.

　　 "Sir, please follow me."

The elder 　　 lifted the bone blade and cut it cleanly. The twisted and sealed door in front of him tore apart, opening a gap for the old man behind him.

Behind the door, in the narrow cabin, countless instrument panels were emitting sparks and dense smoke. The broken circuit triggered the explosion of the oxygen generator, and the broken drive shaft of the auxiliary engine had flown out tens of meters away, distorted. The shaft pierced into the hatch, and jet black oil dripped from it.

　　 "Clean up the scene, immediately!"

　　 Anton in the protective suit turned his head, and the cyborgs wearing oxygen masks rushed into it one by one, rudely overturning the irrelevant things and pushing them aside, revealing the huge engine whose center was still spinning wildly.

　　The terrifying heat spreads like a melting pot.

　　 "The temperature inside the cylinder is out of control and it is about to blow up." Anton roared: "Red Dragon, turn off the power!"

　　 "The temperature control module and the sub-controller have been damaged and down, Professor." Honglong reported: "Please retreat now, Professor, I will start the ejection program later."

　　 "Ejection? Why? Isn't it okay? The temperature control module can't work out, then manually!"

　　 Anton stepped forward unheard of, but just pulled out the axe outside the toolbox, the exoskeleton ran at full power, chopped hard, tore the wall, and roughly cut the buried pipe.

　　 Suddenly, turbulent water spouted out of it, and the rough fertile poured on the surface of the cylinder that was about to melt, turning it into rich steam.

　　 Cooling down in such a chaotic manner on a large engine with a high temperature out of control, the possibility of an explosion is forgotten.

　　 "It's still too late, it's still too late, just a little time..."

The old man ran away from the axe in his hand, staggered forward in the thick steam, pressed his hands on the burning engine, and the harsh sounds continued to burst. Numerous machines seemed to be given life, breaking the ceiling, falling, and again Connected to the wheel well.

　　 is like sticking an electric pacemaker to the heart, once again injecting new vitality into the unit that is on the verge of collapse.

　　 "Pick me the new drive shaft, hurry up!"

　　 He raised his head and shouted.

　　 "It's too late, Professor."

　　 Red Dragon reported: "Zone b2 is about to fall. In order to protect the inner crew, we must seal off the entire area. Please retreat immediately."

　　 "Then block it and leave me alone!"

　　Anton roared, and across the misty mask, that eyeball seemed to be burnt red by the engine: "Ten minutes, give me ten minutes!!!"

　　 "..." The red dragon was silent for a moment.

　　 There may be a familiar voice ringing outside the hatch behind.

　　 "Ten minutes, right?"

　　 Foster took the wet cigarette from the corner of his mouth and threw it on the floor, "Do what he said, and I will figure out the rest."

　　 "Then fifteen minutes." Professor Anton corrected without looking back: "Maybe twenty."

　　 "Hey, don't overweight."

　　 Foster shrugged helplessly: "That's it, fifteen minutes...Don't do more."

　　 He sighed lightly, looking at the torn door at the end of the corridor, and the tormented knights with scarlet eyes under the gray mist.

　　The dark armored knights slowly stepped on, the sword in their hands was covered with blood.

Foster lowered his head and filled two brand new deer hunting shells into the barrel. Finally, he gestured for the distance between each other, carried the shotgun to his shoulders, and pulled out the curved hunting knife from his waist. Upside down.

　　 In the silence, there was only the sound of a large amount of water pouring out of the pipe, as if the sound of the tide echoed.

　　 Suddenly, people seem to be back under the blue sea and blue sky.

　　A moist breeze mingled with blood blew in the distance.

　　 "I really want to go surfing..."

　　 Foster murmured softly, narrowing his eyes.

　　In front of him, the gray mist is like waves, and it hits violently!

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　　 On the deck, in the chaotic struggle, the performance of the movement stopped for a moment, and Huai Shi finally staggered back.

　　 The sticky nosebleeds flowed down from his face and landed on the cracked deck, spreading out an infinite curse, staining the entire field into a poison pool.

　　 The poison, which is deadly enough for any large group of hell, is just a lingering trouble for the enemy in front of him.

　　 In contrast, it is not as good as the deep cuts and cracks on their bodies...

　　 Arms, chest, neck, and even one eye... The twin dwarfs are holding the axe of thunder, as if tirelessly and painfully, they come and go like electricity.

　　 And the Dominator has run away from the heavy and broken shield in his hand, holding a spear, a long sword, and two short knives drawn from his back in his four arms.

　　 In the shadowy guard, Huai Shi raised his hand and wiped off the blood oozing from the corners of his eyes and mouth and nose, nonchalantly, even if the stigmata of Da Si Ming had already reached its limit.

　　 "Hey, are you okay?"

　　 He raised his eyes and sneered: "Is it possible that I will kill you if you hit one on two?"

　　 The ruler was speechless, and the long sword and short knife in his hand suddenly held upside down, passed through the crack in the armor, and pierced into his body. The metal dissolving and surging like a living thing, like a big tonic, was chewed and swallowed by the body, and a dazzling light spurted from the mouth and nose.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the archangel held a dazzling spear with all four arms, like a comet rushing in, shrouded in the hot flames, advancing!

　　 The freezing wind of the Thunder Sea spreads, and the twin dwarfs raised their battle axes high and roared, chanting the hymns of the growth moon and the dark tide in their two mouths. The blessed twins were bathed in electric light, and their bodies expanded again.

　　 In their hands, that branch of thunder is also rapidly growing and splitting. In the end, it seems like a tree of thunder is held in their hands, violently chopped!

　　 Unprecedented pressure hits.

　　 A Fang swept the blood on the battlefield and swept toward the thunder. The surging liquid was filled with weight from the Chalcedony Pavilion, hundreds of meters apart, crashing down.

　　 Above the sword of virtue, the flames rose again.

　　 In the short gap between the axe blade and the spear, a dazzling stream of light flew out of it, shaking the catastrophic star made by the ruler.

　　 Huai Shi raised his hand and once again led the afterimage to a brand new climax.

　　 But the magnificent ensemble stopped abruptly at this moment.

　　 A plain bone blade protruded from Huai Shi's chest.

　　 In the shadows, the tormented knight surrounded by gray mist slowly emerged, but, unlike other knights, he did not wear a hideous helmet, his scattered long hair was draped over his face, his beard was ragged, and he looked so decadent.

　　 That dry face seemed to be filled with eternal sorrow and languor, loathing everything in the world, and loathing myself.

　　——The tragic champion!

　　 After hiding for a long time, the crown wearer seized the only gap and stabbed a sword.

　　 Even the premonition of death could not detect the peep and attack in the shadow.

　　 In an instant, through the heart!

　　 The thunder light slashed down, but the comet came down.

　　The air wave swept across.

　　 But soon, the two figures flew upside down.

　　 The afterimage did not stop at all, and none of the counterattacks were shaken by this sudden stab.

　　 And Huai Shi's palm was firmly grasped on the sword blade that penetrated through his chest.

　　 "Hello, meeting for the first time—"

　　 Huaishi slowly turned his head, and asked the doubts of the visitors behind him, "Why don't you, first, introduce yourself?"

　　 In a hit, the pessimistic champion let go without hesitation and withdrew, but the chains extending from Huai Shi's shadow were wrapped around his legs, lagging for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, Huaishi's left hand was vacantly held, and the blade of the spear of compassion emerged, penetrating his own body in reverse, tearing the bone blade and the spreading curse to pieces in an instant, and chasing after the face of the tragic champion sudden.

　　 left a curved scar on that eternal sad face.

　　 is like a smile.

　　 "You should smile more, like me, people who love to laugh will not have bad luck."

　　 Huaishi stretched out his hand, pulled out the broken bone blade from the hollow in his chest, raised his head, and let out a sigh of relief: "Look, I was a little out of breath at first, but I didn't expect someone to help open a hole.

　　 is really-refreshing! "

　　 The tragic champion did not smile, a muddy voice appeared under the armor all over his body, the scars on his face shrank rapidly, and sharp bone spurs grew out of the gaps in the armor.

　　 In the end, a ferocious halberd appeared in his hand, aiming at Huai Shi's face.

　　 together with other enemies.

　　 Now, triple the enemy, triple the surprise.

　　 In the short silence, Huaishi's eyes were darkened, and when she heard the roaring and fighting sounds under her feet and behind her, she was involuntarily tranced for a moment.

　　 It's like the past time remaining here, reappearing in front of you-is their roar now the same as those shouting towards the future?

　　 Fight, fight, and blood.

　　 After seventy years, Huai Shi is standing on the land that the ancestors have fought!

　　 The scar they left is here, just like their own.

　　 Because of this, I feel the indescribable joy and satisfaction.

　　 is like fighting side by side with the dead.

　　 My own war has just begun...

　　The war that belongs to them is still going on!

　　 Therefore, you must never lose!

　　 "Let's once again be the enemy of the abyss."

　　 Huai Shi raised his hand, licked the blood from his fingertips, whispered softly, toward the heroic souls buried in this land.

　　 Please look at me——

　　——Please, join me!

　　 Accompanied by the shrinkage of the scar, the flames of elemental quality reappeared from Huaishi's eyes. As if with the Wanjun as a company, he spread his arms proudly, showing everything he had to the enemies.

"Come!"

　　 Huaishi raised his head and declared war on them, "Let me understand, how powerful **** is!"

　　 No need to say more.

　　 At that moment, the ruler, the twin dwarf, the tragic champion, and the crown wearers from various hells raised their weapons and attacked the remnants of the ideal country before them!

　　 The storm is in motion.

　　 In the self-diffusing air wave, sword blades and guns swept across, and the dazzling light of metal was constantly tearing the darkness apart and smashing the light of the gods.

　　 One enemy three!

　　 Even though I was severely injured, I didn't feel afraid.

　　 On the contrary, the heart is surging!

　　 The light of the past stars is still on his shoulders, smiling with him, and launching a counterattack to the enemy in front of him.

　　 Knife, sword, gun, axe, hammer, mace, cable...

　　 It was clear that in this fierce struggle, I was already familiar with Huai Shi’s weapons, but at this moment, the wearers felt unprecedented pressure.

　　 Under the siege, the will hidden in the elemental weapons is still rising endlessly, along with the burning of the soul.

　　 The more violent, the more weird, and the more unpredictable...

　　 can be weapons, after all, they are just weapons.

　　 The pessimistic champion who has experienced thousands of battles did not waver. The big halberd in his hand swept through, just like injury for injury, it even forcibly blocked the change of Huai Shi's tricks, creating a gap for others to attack.

　　 After a fierce fight, they have already seen the gap between weapon changes and found a way to deal with it.

　　 The long flogging thunderbolt is not hard to shake, but it can still be avoided calmly. The resentful blade is bloodthirsty and must be deflected and blocked, and beware of changes in the length of the blade. The spear is light, and the long-distance stab is too quick, so make preparations in advance. The bombardment of the Sword of Virtue is very tricky. It must be narrowed and restrained...

　　 Now, after shaking Ah Fang’s beating hard~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Twin Giants took a step back, and the tree of thunder in his hand skyrocketed again, smashing!

　　 But the tragic look and the dominator seem to have a heart, attacking from both sides, blocking the gap where Huai Shi dodges, and he will be hit hard by resentment and pain.

　　 But when Huai Shi waved his hand, they saw a black shadow flying out of his hand, instantly soaring, and after bypassing their blockade dexterously like a snake, instantly defeated the thunder light that had just turned on.

　　 A terrible roar sounded.

　　 The twin dwarfs staggered back, and a head had been smashed and shattered by this unexpected blow!

　　 Lost the assists from the Thunder Tree, the Dominator and the tragic attack have already been a step slower. At this moment, under the counterattack of the afterimage, a deep bone crack appeared on the chest and on the right hand.

　　 took a step back in an instant.

　　 Until now, they didn't see clearly what Huai Shi was holding.

　　 It seems that there is endless sadness and pain, the hammer of the wolf head drags the chain like a snake, above the speed of sound, wandering horizontally and horizontally in the air, there is a dull roar.

　　 That is a handle...

　　 Flail? !

　　 "It happened suddenly, so I'm really sorry."

　　 In front of them, Huaishi glanced down at the flail in her hand, and shrugged helplessly: "Look at you, I'm scared to upgrade."