Apocalyptic Forecast

In the seventy years of silence, there was no sound.

Those souls who have passed away in the past can no longer respond to the greetings from the present, only the nameplates on the countless tombstones still sing quietly in the wind.

In the silence, Huai Shi raised her head and looked up at the gradually gray sky.

From the present to hell, in just half a month, they gradually deepened in the abyss and kept coming here. Compared with the predecessors buried here, the hardships and hardships experienced are simply worthless.

Up to now, their journey is finally over.

Unfortunately, after all, it was too late.

"Can you still move?"

Huai Shi took a deep breath, turned her head, and looked behind her, "Everyone, we may have to walk a little longer."

"It's almost out of gas."

Raymond sighed and patted the keel of the sun boat: "See how far you can go."

"Little meaning."

Foster lowered his head and put a bandage on his left hand, and calmly replied: "I am a senior member of the extreme sports club. I just walk a few hundred kilometers on foot..."

"Then you have to carry me," Gregory said. "My waist flashed."

"...Forget it, when I didn't say it." The captain sighed helplessly, took off the shotgun without bullets, and handed it to him: "Use it as a walking stick."

"also."

Gregory weighed it up: "It just sinks a bit."

It may be enough, but where is it necessary to care about so much?

Finally, Huai Shi was silent and looked at Anton at the forefront.

Just between the low tombstones, the old professor looked down at one of them blankly, bent down, took off his helmet, and half-kneeled on the ground.

It's as if the deceased once met again.

Said something silently.

Lower your head.

Soon, he turned around and returned.

Only two old nameplates were left, wrapped around the tombstone, as if returning to their hometown.

"Do you want to rest for a while?" Huai Shi asked, "We still have some time."

"No need." The old man shook his head. "As you said, meeting and parting are always in a hurry, aren't they? I'm satisfied to be able to meet again."

In this way, Anton turned his head and took another look.

"Goodbye everyone."

He said goodbye softly.

In this way, they turned around and stepped on the gangway of the sun boat again.

Soon, the broken ship started its engine again, turned its direction, turned around in the thinning thick fog, walked out, and returned to the barren hell.

Back on the battlefield of your own.

The molten fire in the sky dome was exhausted, and the earth was full of cracks and gullies.

This blood-stained world was shrouded in the bright neon lights of the ladder, and the magic palace hung high, looking indifferently over this group of enemies who had nowhere to escape.

In hell, there is a dead silence.

Only countless streamers descended continuously from various depths.

The huge legions from the subjugated nation appeared one after another on the ground of hell, already spreading out an array, turning into a black ocean with no end in sight.

All outlets were completely blocked.

There is no way to escape.

In the gloomy sky, there are countless behemoths quickly approaching, tracing back the breath from the heavenly genealogy, and descending on this battlefield!

But in the darkness that was gradually surging, two strange lights descended from the sky.

The speed is fast.

Passing through the arrays and monsters from various hells unimpeded all the way, they landed right in front of the sun ship.

One tall and one short, one fat and one thin.

They wore white and black dresses and held up their credentials. In the other hand, the document presented was stamped with hundreds of different seals.

That is the commissioner from the Hell Music Association and the Cooking Magic Competition.

In an instant, the entire **** seemed to have fallen into a short period of stagnation.

Only the uncontrollable anger rages, as if seeing a spoiler!

The visitor did not waste this precious time, and straightforwardly said to the figure on the bow: "Mr. Huaishi, you have a choice."

"Ok?"

Huai Shi's sharpening of the sword paused slightly, and raised her head in confusion: "Please speak."

"Just now, the association has made a decision on your matter."

The commissioner of the Hell Music Association said: "There are more than forty disaster musicians who have unanimously recognized that you have amazing talents and have created many results that mortals can't match.

If you are willing to cooperate, the Hell Music Association will provide you with protection. "

Beside him, the short, fat man in the black suit nodded: "The same goes for the Demon Kitchen Committee."

"that is real good?"

Huai Shi thought for a while and asked curiously: "So, what's the price?"

The two looked at each other, lifted up the document with the countless seals of the Music Association and the Organizing Committee of the Cooking Demon in their hands, and showed them to Huai Shi.

In the lower right corner of the document, the column for signature is empty.

As long as Huai Shi signs his name, he will be blessed by the authority of the Hell Music Association and the Cooking Demon Organizing Committee at the same time.

But the price is the same.

"You need to receive the seal of the abyss and become a member of the inner ring."

The two said: "From then on, bid farewell to the present situation and stay in **** forever."

In other words, accept solidification.

Be part of hell.

"With your qualifications and time, you will definitely be able to become a new ruler, even if it is the position of the chairman of the association and the organizing committee."

The commissioner said: "Please think twice."

"This is a bit troublesome."

Huai Shi thought for a while, but shook her head helplessly: "Sorry, although my pursuit of art has not faded... However, I think there is already more important things to do.

Please allow me to refuse. "

"..."

The commissioner was silent for a moment, put away the paperwork in his hand, and bowed to say goodbye: "Then, I won't bother you anymore.

Thank you for your persistent pursuit of art. We guarantee that your name and the achievements you have created will always be retained in the association. "

"It would be best if it can be like this."

Huai Shi smiled and nodded: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

The two commissioners turned and left, and their figures flew away with the gloomy light.

In this way, the last life-saving straw also disappeared in the deepest part of hell.

"Gone?" the kitten asked.

"Well, let's go." Huai Shi nodded: "Excuse me, be sensible, I should choose that one."

"You guy, are you really sensible? Ghosts expect people from your heavenly genealogy to have brains..."

The kitten snorted, smoking a cigarette, and his tone became depressed: "You said, do I count as an investment failure? I have been hiding for so many years, but I haven't escaped it. This time, it is really ruined."

Huai Shi shook his head: "With me, you can still escape, terminate the contract, and return to the paradise."

"Forget it, why bother?"

The kitten shook his head, "It's all here, and it's not my habit to divest if the limelight is not good. Since I want to gamble, I have to be willing to lose."

He was silent for a while, as if he had made some determination, and said seriously: "Huai Shi, you must remember your promise."

"Don't think too much, kitty, I don't need to do anything anymore."

Huai Shi said without looking back: "Our contract has been included in the black box of the sun boat. When the black box is destroyed, all the information will be sent to the present state-even if I die, there will be someone To be executed."

The kitten was taken aback, and seemed to smile wryly: "It's okay... In this case, there is no regret even if you die, right?"

"In the old days, I thought it was not a big deal to die. It was a hundred. Although I was scared, it was inevitable one day.

But now, I feel that it would be a pity to die, I still have a home to go back, and there are people waiting for me there. It's best to live-so don't give up so early. "

Huai Shi thought for a while and said seriously: "Before you die, everyone should live as much as possible."

"What about after you die?" Gregory knocked the last seeds and asked boringly.

"I'm dead, why do you want to do so much?"

Huai Shi laughed, propped up her body, moved her body, warmed up slowly under countless malicious gazes, and stepped forward.

In this way, looking up at the sky, beckoning.

"I am here."

He asked curiously, "Hedi! And, the guys from Golden Dawn... You guys are looking at me, right? You guys, what are you waiting for?"

On the gloomy sky, the magic palace set off waves from the dark clouds, brewing flashes of anger.

But Huai Shi spread his arms.

Smiling, toward the abyss.

full of expectation.

Come on, come on, our war has not yet ended.

Our battlefield is here!

So, behind him, the last remnants of defeated soldiers reorganized their lineup and drew their swords to hell!

"I heard laughter?" Hedi asked.

"Yes." Mathers replied, "Our enemy is smiling, not afraid."

"I know, he has never been like this."

Hedi nodded and remained silent, his expression hideous from convulsions.

"It's the face that doesn't repent until death is the most annoying..."

At that moment, at the top of the magic palace, Hedi’s scorched eyes burst out with rays of anger and murderous intent, and a faint flame enveloped his body, even covering the entire huge magic palace. .

On the battlefield, countless bones and blood, as if losing gravity, rose toward the sky and gathered under the shadow of the magic palace.

The huge calamity has slowly formed in the shadows, the essence of the abyss is revealed in this crazy alchemy, and the power of terror rises endlessly in it.

Until the end, on the throne, Hedi's body and soul were also dissolved in the flames.

Immediately, rebirth from the gloomy vortex of disaster.

Countless hideous limbs are entangled with each other, as if they were transformed into dragon wings, and the giant in white bones was struggling to crawl out of the whirlpool, like giving birth from the womb of hell.

With massive deaths and sacrifices, reproduce the taboo art from Helios.

This is the power Hedi has prepared for a long time, the top of the **** sequence, the man-made ruler!

Taking the countless sins of the past as sacrifices, birth, growth, and death... countless selves are called out from the past, thrown into this fire, and cut off the future of destiny.

Achieve the eternal present.

—The Supreme Four Pillars·Astalu!

At the moment of birth, the wailing of countless people burst out from the furnace. On the earth, all life is like dust, where the dim waves pass, like wheat under the strong wind, silently falling down. The body and soul were plundered in Hedi's breath.

The long clothes woven by the bones seemed to cover the sky, shrouding the entire battlefield in the eternal shadow.

But just above the sky, Hedi's brand-new eyes still had a lingering shadow, and the curse from the chief commander took away one of his eyes forever.

Even such a degree of rebirth can't be recovered!

"Huai Shi—"

Hedi roared, and in the void, thin palms emerged out of thin air, pressing toward the earth, and descending destruction like thunder!

"..."

Outside the magic palace, Mathers, who avoided the aftermath of the disaster, pressed his top hat and looked at the figure on the ground.

When I recalled the boy I first saw on the Stars, I couldn't help shaking his head.

Obviously, each other is incompatible with each other, and even this guy has repeatedly messed up the plan, and even Woodman almost died in his hands. But Mathers unexpectedly hated it.

It's like facing countless companions who have been in front of him.

Sigh of pity.

"It's a pity to be a hero after all."

He waved his hand and turned to his back: "Go, Frankenstein-sever the grievance between you and him."

In the double spiral mystery that slowly unfolded behind Mathers, the huge monster that had been silent for a long time let out an angry neigh and roar. The alien species cultivated by carefully collecting countless abyssal bloodlines raised their strange eyes.

That weird body was so skinny, with the texture of trees, mouthfuls all over the body.

When the dim light illuminates the weird giant, a ferocious shadow is projected on the sky-like a giant tree that reaches through the sky and the earth.

Without flowers and leaves, only withered branches spread out in anger.

Under the cultivation of the Land of Nothing, the remnants of the world that were once born by the rotten dream are reborn in the appearance of a giant, and after filling in the defects of the self, it goes even further!

The authority is in hand!

When he arrived, countless phantoms rose from the ground, and countless trees of bones broke out of the cracked ground, extending upward and straight, as if they were about to reach the end of the sky.

All the lives he swallowed were reborn under that power and became a plant in the endless wilderness.

And now, the barren trees in all directions quickly closed toward the sun ship in the center, and countless branches formed a blockade with no gaps.

There is no slack, under the hatred, go all out!

And a minute ago, beyond two depths, in a certain hell, a group of travelers seemed to sense something, and slowly turned their heads back.

In the shackles, the general sneered and looked at the old man with knotted muscles in front of him: "You won't make a move?"

"It's my shit."

Luo Lao waved his hand indifferently, and kept his footsteps: "A teacher who can take the students out has done his best-he has to walk the path he chooses by himself. The big deal is to shed two tears for him, and there will be a chance for him. Revenge is enough."

"It's so cold."

The general chuckled and glanced at the mist dissipating in the scar area: "Besides, it's too late."

Because in the deeper part of hell, in the darker shadows, angry rulers are rising rapidly!

Carrying a deep hatred.

He didn't even care about the direction of the abyss tide, and left the battle of the worlds aside. When he smelled the smell of the heavenly pedigree, he turned and rushed straight towards the scar area.

In the depths, in the curse of infinity, is a huge eyeball with scars all over it.

Right in the center of the eyeball, it seemed as if it had been hit hard by something, but it has still been unable to heal, and the rotten tears mixed with death thunder continued to shed.

The ruler who had been hit hard by the Utopia snarled silently, and this hatred that had been brewing for a hundred years had turned into substance and stirred deep waves.

Gallop up.

Immediately after...the moment before coming, it stopped abruptly.

Seems to be blocked by something huge.

Hovering beyond hell.

But in front of his eyes, there was nothing except countless disturbing fragments and **** dust. If there was anything to say, there was only one...innocent water-rusting snail passing by.

Lonely, helpless and pitiful, and like to have fun.

Such a small thing is blocked in front of the ruler.

"Excuse me, can you wait a moment?" The snail said pitifully.

"..."

In the brief silence, soon an angry roar sounded: "Oldham, a trash like you, dare to appear in front of my eyes?!"

"Huh?" Snail was shocked. "Aren't we good friends back then? Well, just before me... when I was the ruler?"

"Friend? Is there such a thing in hell?" His eyes sneered, "Besides, I don't remember that I have a friend who, after being defeated by the current person, helped the current person in turn!"

"I don't curse, why should I be like this? I also have difficulties."

Oldham sighed helplessly, his short tentacles scratched his big eyes, and reminded: "Don't forget, you owed me favors back then... Just treat me as a face, go home and sleep for a while. I didn't see it, okay?"

"not good!"

The ruler asked indifferently: "Answer me, Oldham, why stop me? What are you planning again!"

"Nothing was planned."

The snail replied innocently: "Friend, you know me, what can I do for it? To make things more interesting and for more fun.

Of course, if you think this reason is still not enough, then... it can also be to protect you. "

"protect me?"

The ruler sneered, in disbelief: "You?"

"Yes, that's right."

Oldham replied seriously, "Because you may die if you go."

As if describing some truth, Oldham solemnly emphasized: "It's not just you. Soon, everything that gets there will die.

In the most tragic appearance..."

The broken eyes were silent, I didn't know if I should ridicule, I didn't know what a joke it was, or a lie that the **** ghost in front of me told to have fun to see.

But soon, it doesn't need to be confused.

Because it is trembling.

fear.

Shaking involuntarily, from the body to the soul, the huge pupils spread, and he felt an unprecedented bitter cold.

Not from the front of oneself, but from behind.

In a deeper abyss.

In a darker and more chaotic place, the bottom of the eternal silence of hell, filled with all disasters and despair, something is slowly rising in...

It wanted to scream, but it couldn't make a sound.

When it wanted to escape, it was too late, it was too late.

That thing is already close at hand.

I can't see or feel, but every part of my body, even the sticky pus flowing out of the wound, is wailing silently. The desperate screams can only echo in the soul.

A shadow more terrifying than destruction enveloped it.

But soon, it could no longer restrain its trembling, almost wanting to growl frantically—because the unspeakable torrent of terror had already flown.

Wipe their existence.

Just like overlooking a small dust, he didn't care, the torrent of disaster swallowed everything in front of him, and left these two lucky guys who were not in front of him by fluke, and flew into the distance.

At that moment, the scar area, the sky broke.

Numerous cracks suddenly appeared from the cloudy dome, the earth trembled, the sky was turbulent, and everything seemed to scream in unison in an instant.

That is hell, **** wailing.

The pure darkness is like a waterfall, leaning in from behind the crack, turning into a fierce ocean tide, instantly rolling in all directions.

And just after the huge rift formed by countless gaps, a huge burning thing crashed down!

Towards everything in front of me!

At that moment, on the battlefield, everyone's eyes were dark, and the countless monsters had been silently blown to pieces at the moment they witnessed and listened.

Huai Shi only felt the sharp pain in her eyes.

He only saw the darkness, the darkness was burning... but is it really darkness? Or is the naked eye deceiving yourself?

The brain and soul were wailing, all perceptions deviated from him, beyond his control, and constantly presented him with complex and weird outlines, but they couldn't define everything in front of him in a cognitive way.

Even, he began to wonder, does that thing really have a body?

Or maybe, I'm crazy.

Lost in the illusion of despair, can't extricate yourself?

But why, can't help but... want to cry?

"Then what is...?"

In the abyss, the trembling ruler roared at the snail: "What the **** is that!"

"That's the monster, my friend."

Oldham replied hoarsely, full of pity and fear: "From the lineage of heaven, no, the former ideal country, created by the lunatics who once destroyed us, in order to save their world, after death …The real monster!"

At that moment, the endless darkness of UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to have found a home.

Shrinked from the roar, gathered into a bunch, sank into the once battlefield, and plunged into a riddled steel wreck.

In the burning fire, the rusty steel regrouped from the disaster, and the infinite strength gathered in it, forming the solemn and cold outline of the past.

And just above its body, the crystallization of countless calamities gathered, forming an upside-down Utopia emblem, blooming with the light of anger!

—Depth Battleship·Nautilus!

Endless hatred and anger rekindled.

The roar of seventy years ago resounded through the abyss again.

Goodbye hero!

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(End of this chapter)