Apocalyptic Forecast

The strong will draw one from four, and the weak will draw seven from ten.

Followers can enjoy a short peaceful time, and the rebels have no bones, and blood and souls are lost.

This is the iron law of subjugation. All creatures that have not been returned to the withered king must obey the blood tax. Even the bloodless people must sacrifice their souls and source quality to supply the endless hunger and thirst of the subjugation.

Blood is firewood, blood is flame, blood is power, blood is currency... In subjugation, only precious blood is the only criterion. Other than that, everything is like dust.

Taking blood as a tax, taking souls as a gift, such a brutal rule is a rare kind of benevolence in hell-but how much this kind of "benevolence and virtue" has accumulated in such a long time How about the quantity?

Even the tax collectors and jesters of the subjugated country could not sort out this astronomical result.

But now, the number of nothingness has become a tangible existence, displayed in front of everyone.

Endless blood flows from the depths of the subjugated kingdom, from **** into a torrent of access to all directions, up to the present realm, down to the abyss, wherever the river of blood reaches, everything is the territory of the withered king.

Everything runs under the will of the supreme dead.

And the innumerable large groups, riding on the endless **** torrent, marched towards the present situation.

In an instant, a long distance was crossed.

The king himself brought the declaration of war to the war. At that moment, the unavoidable war had already come to everyone.

At this moment, the endless sea is full of blood, and thousands of sails compete.

Even the silent Leviathan was suppressed by this terrifying force. The power of the Najirfa Fleet was operating in the present situation-no, that was originally a weapon designed specifically for the present situation. After the former Nordic gods solidified The horrible relic left behind!

In Odin's prophecy, the world will be destroyed when the gods twilight.

When the gods face the predicament of falling, the flame giant Sirtel will take countless undeads, riding on the battleship Najirfa made of bones and the nails of the dead, marching towards the human world, pushing everything into destruction. .

When Odin’s prophecy was distorted by the gods’ attempts to resist fate, the existence of Najirfa was born from the abyss following the fall of the gods.

That is the authoritarian born against the present situation.

It is a messenger destined to destroy everything. In front of it, neither the bombardment of the Rainbow Bridge nor the power of the Great Secret Ceremony Zarathustra can use a single bit.

In this way, breaking into the outermost blockade of the current defensive front, rushing into countless borders.

"Existing Realm! Existing Realm!"

On the countless warships, a large crowd enthusiastically shouted: "War, war!"

It's as if they fulfilled their wishes.

At this moment, the war came.

The gloomy sky is illuminated by countless bright lights, like stars falling, and tears continue to emerge, approaching, magnifying, and releasing endless flames and heat.

Just in the administrative bureau, overhead floors, secret storage rooms.

The expressionless administrator poured boiling grease on the globe. In an instant, countless sky fires formed a torrential rain that fell on everything on the sea!

The flames of destruction continued to burst, the monstrous waves raged, and in an instant, it covered a third of the shadows.

But on the battleship, that fanatical shout never stopped in any way.

Facing the raging fire and bombardment from the sky, the eyes of the crowd were scarlet, and they continued to lash at the behemoth pulling the boat, urging them to increase their speed.

Towards the enemy, forward...

London, the Administration Building, the lowest level, on a three-dimensional map with countless mountains and rivers, the operator took out the order from the mailbox of the vacuum pipe, took out the signal pen, and drew a line from the outermost side of the map.

Suddenly, the roar of the earth came from the endless deep sea.

The deep sea depths emerged out of thin air, and then, the mountains rose from the boiling torrent and turned into iron walls, blocking the front of the fleet.

And the small reefs began to grow at a terrifying rate.

Just under the reefs and mountains, countless verdant green blooms, and plants grow thousands of times faster, as if they have been activated, forming palms, lifting soil and rocks, and raising jaw-dropping cannons. Aim at the enemy's location and release the torrent!

The night was torn apart by the light.

The burning flame burned the sky to crimson.

And above the blood-filled ocean, more and more warships emerged from the hell, throwing themselves into this frenetic battle without return!

And in the deepest part of the country, in the solemn and cold hall, the returning king pushed open the door, and briskly passed the kneeling subjects on both sides, just waving.

"I'm back, guys, do you have any good news for me?" He took off his cloak, returned to his throne, and asked, "How is the situation with the vanguard?"

Next to the throne, the old jester in pale clothes bowed his head and replied politely: "As expected, the casualties are heavy."

"Huh? Not bad."

The Withered King laughed: "Send twice as much military power, and make it more lively... The guy who desires to join the war, desire destruction and death, there are so many in hell."

"Yes."

The jester bowed his head and the order was carried out.

But he did not leave. Instead, he stood there persistently, looked at the ruler on the throne, and asked suspiciously, "Are there nothing else besides this?"

"Huh?" The Withered King smiled, "Anything else?"

"Of course there is."

The jester raised his voice, walked to the front of the throne, and knelt: "Please kill Gala the Rebel!"

"Huh?" Below the throne, the guard who was still laughing froze in place.

"If it weren't for the madman's instigation, how could your majesty's majesty be instigated to take the risk and be almost injured by the opponent. If something goes wrong, how can the country be subjugated!"

The jester restrained his anger, and solemnly declared: "Such a sin, no death can be redeemed!"

"Hey, you are crazy!!!" Gala was furious, pointing at the old man's face and cursing: "Your Majesty is just out of the door, you..."

The jester raised his head blankly and looked over, with a cold expression: "This is under the throne, do you dare to roar the palace and contempt authority!"

Gala's words stagnated, the original rage was actually stuck in his throat, just subconsciously holding the hilt of the sword, squinting his eyes to look at the old dog in front of him.

The two looked at each other in silence, until the throne sighed impatiently.

"Okay, Bai Snake, stop making noise, my ears hurt. It's just going out the door, why bother to make a fuss? It's because a guy like you is there that I have to be careful when I come back."

"There is nothing underneath..."

"I know your loyalty and talent, White Snake, but you jesters always like to make simple things very complicated. I want to go, I will go, it's that simple. Is there a bigger country in subjugation than me? The rules and principles?"

The Withered King waved his hand, "Besides, it's a good thing to see your opponents in the realm ahead of time and understand something."

The white snake was slightly stunned, and immediately bowed his head, "Are there any opponents to watch out for?"

"Well, it's a terrible opponent, but it doesn't seem to be long-lasting... Renjun's huge burden."

The Withered King thought for a while, and shook his head indifferently: "Besides, there are a bunch of old men who have lost all their energy, and there are a few of them that are still eye-catching."

"Have you not seen the current leader?" White Snake's eyes widened: "It's a shame and shame, the other party is so contemptuous?!"

"Ah, there seems to be it, I didn't care."

The Withered King squeezed his chin for a moment and nodded clearly: "It should be a weird guy, maybe it's hard to get around... However, there is a guy next to him that looks a lot like you.

All in exchange for a dream at the expense of all idiots. "

He paused, not concealing his mockery, and looked down: "It's a pity that some dreams are too far away, and no matter how much sacrifice you have, you can't see the edge.

You should have a deep understanding of the pain, right? "

In the long silence, the white snake bowed his head and said nothing.

But the ruler on the throne was enthusiastic, knocking on the handrail and suddenly asked: "When you interrupted me, I almost forgot important things... Didn’t Hedi guy set out with full confidence? What happened? ?"

"Unexpectedly, a disastrous defeat." White Snake replied, "The whole army was exhausted."

"That's a shame."

The Withered King raised his eyebrows, seemingly pitying, but the mocking smile, compared to regretting Heidi's fiasco, is even more regrettable that he was not able to directly watch his tragic end when he was on the road, right?

But in the final analysis, they are just small episodes.

Don't care.

There is even greater fun waiting for him.

The greater the war, the greater the death.

He stared at the projection emerging from the void, grinning silently, full of expectation.

Above the will of the supreme, between the hell, the huge subjugation roared, following the surging river of blood, it rose rapidly again!

Toward the present.

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At this moment, the sight of the entire world seemed to fall into that grand war.

Including the view from the ivory tower.

Thanks to the advance notice from Russell, five minutes before the Withered King declared war, they had received possible news, observed all depths for the first time, and locked the existence of the Najirfa fleet.

As a result, early warnings and announcements were issued for the first time, successfully showing a big face in front of everyone!

In the current defensive front, the border of the ivory tower is the lowest level of operation center, and does not undertake combat duties, but at this moment, all the conditions can be observed in the closest place.

In the teaching and research room, scholars who have basically no tasks also gathered to watch the projection on the screen.

At this moment, in the endless sea and the raging ocean, the sky fire is still falling, and even the mountains rise on land, blocking the front of the Najirfa fleet.

The ultra-long-range artillery coverage has never stopped, causing tragic casualties, but the number of enemies seems to be endless, advancing little by little...

"The Najirfa fleet has broken into the inside of the line of defense. Does the Administration Bureau plan to conduct frontal operations?" Some scholars questioned suspiciously.

"Those are unnecessary things. If you are fighting frontal now, it will only increase consumption."

The vice principal Isaac is still taking the time to solve his breakfast, lunch and dinner today. After wandering on the edge of almost overwork for more than a dozen times, it is no longer difficult to maintain the original demeanor, but the bow tie is still meticulous and posture. Straight, amazing, this amazing self-control.

"Although the subjugation launched an attack five days earlier, don't forget that the geographical advantage still lies with us."

He raised his hand to expand the projection on the screen, exposing the complex structure of the situational defense front.

The outermost layer, the defensive layer, the entanglement layer, the middle layer, the command layer, and finally the back-up support layer where they are...like a layer of cake, in a circle.

But now, the subjugation of the country has just crossed the outermost edge, and between countless borders, there is still a considerable strategic depth.

And just in front of the defensive layer, in the faint mist, a high-hanging white wall slowly rises and emerges, and countless figures are running on it, preparing for war in a hurry.

Behind the white wall is a large group armed to the teeth.

The laws of scholars and the mystery of alchemists continue to bless them, and the framework of the Creator covers the entire high wall.

And this is just the first line of defense destined to be red in countless fights.

Isaac's movements paused for a moment, and he realized slightly.

"The Administration is delaying time."

He raised his eyes, and under the observation of the time-caster, the complex structure between countless borders has started a new round of adjustment, and under the guidance of the Rainbow Bridge, it has gathered into an unprecedented level of complexity.

It's like countless bubbles crowded into a small box.

The frame of the Great Secret Ceremony Zarathuste is shrouded in it, and countless attached lines have extended to a deeper hell...toward the outpost.

In less than an hour, the present situation has begun to brew its own counterattack!

A world without an ideal country still functions as usual.

In a brief silence, Isaac clenched his fist subconsciously, and for a long time, loosened it weakly.

Just a silent sigh.

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Similarly, in the middle of the night, the ivory tower is still full of noise.

But in the underground buildings, there are rare human voices. Everyone is light-handed, walking hurriedly between the corridors, seizing the time to process information or pay mission reports.

This is the favorite place of White Wolf.

Quiet, empty, no one cares, and at the same time always mysterious, just like a snowy forest, it is reassuring and cozy.

Anna hummed a song, put her hands in the pockets of the red sweater, and walked lightly in the silence.

While the people in the office were not paying attention, they quietly touched a pet hamster in the cage, or picked two flowers from the pot and inserted them wherever they went, or took the snacks hidden in the cabinet as trophies...

Or, suddenly and dexterously provoke a ballet in an empty hall.

The fun of this world seems to be endless, there is no dullness and boredom.

But today, in the area she was familiar with, she smelled another smell... the smell of disinfectant passed through her'territory' and disappeared into the restricted area that she had never been to after the numerous gates.

"Intruder?"

Anna tilted her head suspiciously, looking at the opened door in front of her, and the quiet and deep corridor behind the door, eager to try.

Compared with the intruder, she wanted to know what was in the place where the teacher had repeatedly ordered her to not allow her to enter randomly—isn’t there an excuse right in front of her now?

The White Wolf smiled happily, and stepped silently on the wall like a spider, and walked straight into the field.

I could hear the low electric current when the precision instrument was running, and the low breathing coming from behind the huge door.

She subconsciously pressed the blade under the skirt and poked out her head cautiously, only to see the light shining from the huge instrument she had never seen before.

Call the hall inside the dragon flute.

Also, before the glimmer, the old man in the wheelchair was staring at the distant old man with white hair like snow.

"Huh? Mr. Marcus?"

Anna was stunned for a moment, and walked in doubtfully. She didn't see the medical staff who accompanied her, and she suddenly suddenly said, "Did you run out again?"

"Probably so."

In the wheelchair, the old man smiled helplessly and blinked at the girl: "Don't tell them, or they will bother me again.

I still have very important things to be busy. "

Unlike the sluggishness or madness of the past, the diplomats of the once-ideal country seemed to have returned to peace, with clear and peaceful eyes.

Even in a wheelchair, he also put on his best suit in advance, and the pure white fabric was carefully ironed until it was smooth and proper.

In his hand, he also held a bunch of fresh flowers, quietly exuding fragrance.

Through the front, the observation from the lens of the dragon flute revealed a reflection from the abyss—a blood-colored river that was rapidly rolling and expanding in the darkness.

Even the phantom of war!

"Is this going to be a war?" Anna asked suspiciously, "I heard many people say that."

"Perhaps, but that has nothing to do with me."

Marcus lowered his head, carefully arranged the bouquet in his arms, and smiled expectantly:

"Last night, I had a dream... Ulton told me that many friends are coming back, so I have to wait for them here."

At this moment, he stared at the phantom in front of him, but did not pay attention to the wars that were too far away. Under the shining of that distant light, all traces of time left on him seemed to disappear.

Wrinkles, scars and pain are gone,

As if returning to the long time ago, like a teenager, waiting full of expectation.

Anna was silent for a moment, then stopped talking.

After a long time, she turned around and left, but not long after, she returned here with a chair ‘borrowed’ from outside and placed it next to Marcus.

sit down.

"It's a coincidence, my teacher is coming back too." She blinked her eyes and asked expectantly, "Can I sit here and wait with you?"

The old man was slightly puzzled: "Has your teacher been out for a long time?"

"Yes, I went to a far place, and I haven't seen anyone for a long, long time." Anna sighed helplessly: "I really hope he doesn't pick up the first branch that hits the hat as a gift..."

"It sounds so romantic." Marcus sighed.

"It's horrible, right." Anna shook her head and said flatly: "If there is such a mess, just give it to the hut in the forest."

"In that case, the teacher will be sad too."

Marcus earnestly advised: "If it is a gift brought back for you by the teacher, you must accept it solemnly."

Speaking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he stretched out his hand, carefully took out a flower from the bouquet in his arms, and handed it to the girl beside him.

"For you."

Anna took the flowers suspiciously, sniffing the dew and the smell of flowers on them. When she looked up, she saw the old man's smile, "When the time comes, give this to him."

"Ok."

The girl obediently nodded, moved the chair closer, and leaned against the wheelchair.

Stay with him, gazing at the dim light from afar.

Wait quietly.

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In the roar, countless brackets broke apart.

In the flying smoke, Huai Shi looked at the majestic silhouette of Nautilus gradually emerging in the distance.

"Almost, it's time to go back, right?"