Apocalyptic Forecast

There is a key creation link in all myths, and the source code of all genealogy also has this vital part. It will determine the composition of the stigmata and the basis of miracles, and how to understand everything.

Whether it is a sleeping god, a holiness wielding a big axe, an existence running on the water, or a giant who **** cows in the cold winter, all are essentially explaining the process of all things flowing out of the pillar of the marrow.

Either way, the process is not much different.

——In the chaos, a kind of power appeared. After breaking everything, the clear rose and the muddy fell, forming a magnificent present world.

Everything works in an orderly manner.

But many myths haven't said it... In fact, the extinction of the world is the same.

It is not much different from when all of this was created.

When all things in Vientiane usher in the final end, and everything that has been sublimated ushered in the solidification and destruction in hell, the huge reality will be torn apart.

When countless lobes fell into the abyss, the so-called **** was formed.

Those light, hollow, and indifferent things will gradually peel off, floating in the "shallow water", and solidifying into a miracle of disaster, they will fall into the deep ocean.

Toward deeper.

The more quintessential and glorious things are, after solidification, the heavier they are, and the more distant they fall.

Because of this, the so-called concept of depth and general divisions are formed-human beings use the quality of disasters or miracles as the criterion to measure the abyss composed of endless hells.

The depth zone, the withering zone, the abyssal dark zone, the silent zone, and even the bottom of many weird abysses...

And at the top, the eternal light guarded by countless fragmented borders-the present realm.

After unifying all these existences, it will be the most true and complete appearance of the whole world.

Once in the most prosperous period of the Utopia, when **** development was most prevalent, the place where human footprints are everywhere is the existence of the depth zone today.

The Bronze Eye clearly divides the many hells with depth, and discovers countless ruins, relics, large groups of hells, and even barren fields from them.

At the same time, all outposts and exploration bases are built in this depth.

But in fact, if it is understood in an oceanographic way, all this is just the upper layer of the sea of ​​hell.

Shallow sea area.

Here, the light of the present world can be irradiated, and at the same time, it is also the place where the vitality and life are the most abundant. Countless large groups roam, grow, fight and die in the barren hell, but they cannot provide real prey. The survival of the beast and the behemoth.

And in the withered area, there is no such a ‘mild’ environment, more disasters spread in this huge depth, and there is no place for the weak to stand.

At the same time, it is also the battlefield and territory of many rulers.

As for the deeper dark area of ​​the abyss, it has long since become fragmented in the war, in which countless huge hells collide with each other, and endless disasters and destruction are brewing under the will of the ruler.

The nests of many rulers and behemoths were built here.

Because only the depth here can support the prison where they are located, and the disaster and power they tolerate.

Their existence is too heavy, and the essence of disaster they master is too large, so that this power has turned into an invisible shackle, shackling them in the deep layers.

Only when the tide from the quiet zone arrives, can it rise to within a range enough to touch the real world. Otherwise, you can only abandon most of the power and lower your incarnation.

Or, simply damage and run aground like the town of twilight.

As for the deeper quiet zone, there is no clear composition anymore.

Even the ruler of the deep dark zone did not want to touch the endless sea of ​​chaos. In that pure chaos and darkness, I don't know how many weird existences and terrifying things there are.

The once-ideal country, after suffering huge unexpected losses, can only choose to abandon further exploration and withdraw across the board.

The only result brought back is the speculation and hypothesis called the ‘bottom of the abyss’—in the deepest layer of the Silent Zone, there are dozens of weird areas where even natural enemies will be eroded and decayed.

If there is a bottom layer in this endless abyss, it must be the foundation of hell. It was not until the later traveler Chu Hai personally verified that its existence was finally confirmed.

The prophecies left by the former president-the twenty-four elements of destruction, are also based on this existence.

The shadow rancher of the gods, the piper, the incarnation of chaos and destruction, and the crystallization of all the wisdom of the abyss and the hope of demons... are all born from them.

The emergence of the Golden Dawn was also affected by it.

According to Russell’s speculation, even the man in gray himself has mastered a certain power under the arrangement of the former president...

But everything is hidden in the past and is no longer known.

Now, under the surging of the deep tide, the behemoths in the dark area of ​​the abyss began to float again, and the endless undercurrent filled the hell.

And in it, there was a small wave that spread silently.

It was as if a stone had fallen into a boiling pond.

The ripples named Huai Shi, in this way, under the impetus of the jesters, stirred up ripples in the abyss.

Based on the network formed by the jester’s temple of truth, it descends from the depth zone, passes through the wither zone, and even leaves a faint track in the deep dark zone.

Deep dark area, the most blessed land.

In the eternal chants, the great light from the seat of God shines on all things. The fanatical believers had their wings on their backs and gathered into an invisible array. After passing through the halls, they stepped on the steps of devotion and walked to the gate of the audience.

Above the sky, countless holy angels are flying, with innocent smiles on their faces, heartily praising this pure and noble faith, the only truth and essence in this world.

And when the high-pitched bell rang like a bell before a meal, the archangel in the cloud holding a bright golden scroll descended on the earth.

Countless hunting angels squatted on the ground, respectfully welcoming the will of this great being from the side of God.

Under the seat of God, those holy spirits who listen to the teachings day and night and serve the only ruler of this world have drawn up the latest issue of dedication and sacrifice!

So, under the attention of everyone, the archangel launched the "Today's Set Food Menu·The Sixth Supplement" in his hands, and announced impassionedly:

"One appetizer, ten thousand believers, sixteen solidified people, one sacrifice, six large groups. Two furnaces, grilled until slightly yellow, grilled with crystalline charcoal, not too much salt and fat."

The first scroll was handed over, and the recipient ran away with gratitude.

Then came the second, third, and fourth.

A total of two soups, one staple food, two side dishes... In the end, dessert requires a member of the heavenly family, one Huai poetry.

The archangel solemnly entrusted his command to his subordinates:

"Don't make the Lord stay long."

"Praise my lord! Praise the great king!"

The king of the legion was moved to tears, holding the scroll in both hands, and solemnly promised: "I will offer a clean meal to my lord."

"Very well, go."

The archangel nodded with relief.

Behind them, the door of the blessed land burst open.

Immediately afterwards, countless hunting angels whizzed out, turned into a torrent, and rushed in all directions. Once again enveloped the entire abyss.

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"what is this?!"

The dark area of ​​the abyss, the land of bliss, and the hall full of groans and wailing, heard the sound of surprise.

On the magnificent throne studded with jewels and jade, the man who looked all over his body was covered with a layer of gauze, covered his lips, and screamed in surprise:

"What is this? What is this?!"

The archbishop of the corrupt sect, the ruler of Bo Xun, is known as the existence of the host of the feast. At this moment, the stars of longing and joy lit up in his eyes, his arms clasped his chest, and he moaned in excitement:

"Ah, ah, where is this little flower? It's so lovely!"

Right in front of him, the kneeling monster held up the scroll in his hand, showing him images from the jesters. The priests in yellow clothes pointed to the figure in the middle and introduced: "Huai Shi , Male, eighteen years old..."

"Oh, it's a delicate flower!" The host of the banquet shouted in surprise.

Behind him, the weird corpses immersed in desire and carnival cheered in unison: "Jiaohua!"

"Need patience!"

The host of the banquet solemnly emphasized.

So the mummies screamed: "Take care!"

The sacrifice was taken aback and hesitated: "But, the jesters hang..."

"I don't care what the **** reward is!" The host of the banquet sneered, "A group of dead ghosts who are incomprehensible, how do they know what love is!"

The mummies roared, "Have sex!!!"

"I like him very much!"

The host of the banquet sucked his fingers and stroked the figure on the scroll idiotically: "Go, bring him to me-beauty, only worthy of the strong!"

"have!!!!"

The corpses praised fanatically.

In an instant, dozens of priests crawled on the ground and solemnly promised: "Yes!"

But when the priests took their orders to leave, they were suddenly shouted again.

"and also."

The host of the banquet pointed to the picture scroll and said, "Forget the remaining three old dishes, the one next to them will also be brought back."

He paused, looking at the dull-faced truck driver, and nodding slightly: "Well, ugliness is a little bit ugly, but it doesn't have a flavor, but you can make a side dish after a big meal."

The corpses raised their arms and shouted in excitement, "Side dishes!!!"

Soon, the gate closed again.

From the hall, the endless carnival begins again.

At the same time, in the depths of hell, sewage flows across in a thick mist full of weird precipitation. Countless shriveled corpses floated in the sewage.

But a dark factory is constantly roaring, and the production day and night, countless smoke pipes that pierce the sky like forests emit a continuous stream of thick smoke.

But with the arrival of a signal from afar, the factory shook loudly, shrank strangely, and quickly turned into a huge and incomparable fortress.

The foundation of the fortress rose rapidly, growing out a series of weird metal thighs, matched with the crawler, and gradually moved away amidst the roar.

In the center of the fort, under the logo of the purgatory workshop owner, a brand-new number appeared.

——NO.77!

Today, the silent workshop owners have joined the hunt!

It's not just here, it's not just the golden dawn, the blessed land, or some other place.

Under the impetus of the jesters, whether it is the wandering gnomes in the Thunder Sea, the workshop masters hiding in the dark areas of the abyss, or the remnants who have fallen apart under the ravages of the heavenly genealogy, at this moment, Invariably carrying malice, they cast their sights on the boundary between the depth zone and the withering zone.

The existence named Huai Shi!

Depth 51·Dust Wasteland.

In the endless gray storm, the pitch-black solar ship rushed forward, rolling over the thorn-like stone flakes, and sparks flew.

The rock fragments mixed in the storm are like sharp blades, constantly scratching the elemental shield, but soon, guided by the deflection field, it follows the shield like a fish caught in an undercurrent. Flew back and disappeared.

"Isn't this fast!"

On the bridge, Huai Shi praised: "We have crossed four hells in just one and a half days. At this speed, we will be able to reach the third communication center in two days."

"The premise is that no one is blocking the way."

Raymond reminded weakly.

Now, he is leaning on his enlarged version of the captain's throne, as if a giant bear was forcibly stuffed into a stroller.

Now this guy's height has swelled to the level of two meters, and it is still growing at a rate of at least ten centimeters a day...

According to Gregory's estimation, the results of the operation are quite gratifying. When Raymond and the Heart of Rock and Iron are completely fused, his height should be fixed at about 2.9 meters.

At this moment, after crying and hanging, he has accepted the reality with all thoughts, saying goodbye to his wives who never existed and may not exist in the future.

It even entered the stage of ‘It’s not too good.’

It's really good.

However, when I started speaking, I was still angry and hoarse with a trace of sadness, "If I were an abyss jester, I would definitely not let you go."

"Worry about that kind of thing?"

Huai Shi calmly knocked on the melon seeds from Gregory, and vomited on the ground, "We ran so fast, and he couldn't catch up for a while... Besides, the **** is so big, could it be in this wild mountain Can someone jump out and cut me down?"

The voice hasn't fallen~www.wuxiaspot.com~In the bridge, everyone's faces are already green.

You can close your crow's mouth!

Are we not teammates? Why do you want to insert the flag into the dead?

After fully comprehending Huai Shi’s ability to memorize characters, they can no longer believe in the mysterious Eastern power... But this time, before they had time to rush to cover Huai Shi’s mouth, there was a harsh alarm sound. Sounded.

The radar screamed loudly.

——The unknown disaster response is just around the corner!

Immediately afterwards, there was an unfamiliar voice from the bridge:

"Excuse me, is Mr. Huaishi here?"

It's getting better, it's getting better! (Refers to status

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(End of this chapter)