Apocalyptic Forecast

After a long time of experience, Huai Shi has summed up a little objective law-once a member of the ideal country, everyone is more or less seriously ill.

Let the predecessors who have passed away leave aside, those who are left now either have problems with their brains, or they have problems with their brains.

And the problem is very big.

No one is normal!

Including the supernumerary member in front of him, when he mentioned that there was fun to watch, his eyes almost shined.

"Ahem, although I came here in excitement, as a guide, I should advise you to be safe, be wise, and go home in time."

As if aware of his gaffe, Oldham coughed twice and tried to put on a very serious look: "I can provide a safe shortcut to help everyone return to the present situation-rest assured, soon, tomorrow At this time, you can have lunch in London..."

Even though I said that, the abstract expression of this snail is already full of expectation of "Don't go, don't go, please".

As a poor, weak and helpless snail, Oldham has already fallen into a difficult struggle-having fun on one side and duties on the other, making it impossible for Snail to choose.

In silence, he peeked at the faces of everyone. And everyone is also looking at Huai Shi.

The time to make a decision has come.

But Huai Shi did not speak.

Just silent.

Suppressed the urge to sigh.

Sometimes, he hates becoming a tool man, but sometimes he can't help but want to become that carefree tool man again.

At least you don't have to face the consequences of your choice.

If this is a game, he must have rolled up his sleeves and **** his mother.

But this is not something so painless for games. A wave of teamfights were lost, and everyone restarted at the resurrection point, only to lose a little money.

But at a place fifty depths away from the current situation, once you lose, there is no room for recovery.

Professor Anton, who trusts him so much, Shepherd Gregory, who has re-entered **** for decades, Foster, who used to live peacefully in the iron crystal seat, Raymond and Red Dragon who can give up their lives for their companions... …

If he rashly advances, everyone may die because of his choice.

But if they just turn around and go back, where do they put their future and mission?

"...Sorry, I want to try."

Huai Shi sighed lightly and told them: "If you want to initiate a vote for this, I won't stop it."

"I have no problem." Foster smoked a cigarette and raised his hand.

"I'm casual, anyway, they are all herding sheep." Gregory said, "It makes no difference."

"I... I still have a loan that has not been repaid."

Raymond didn't finish speaking, he coughed embarrassingly twice: "Uh, I mean, if you don't mind an extra bad debt, I don't care anyway."

"Then do it."

Anton put down the stainless steel coffee cup and slowly said, "Where is the reason for him to run away with his tail in terror before an enemy comes under the sky?"

"All come here."

When talking, the old professor's expression was peaceful and quiet, as if he was a retired old engineer who was going for a walk after talking to people about dinner.

He lowered his head and peeled the shell of the melon seeds, and his wrinkled and spotted fingers were stable like a lathe, pinching the thin and fragile kernels from the cracks and throwing them into the foam of coffee.

In the energetic heat, the nuts floated up and down silently, swirling together with the undercurrent in the cup.

"It's time to decide, Huai Shi." An Dong said, "This is your duty."

So, in this long silence, Huai Shi took a breath, and her expression gradually calmed down.

"Then go ahead."

He raised his head and said to everyone: "Please put your luck behind you and don't have to think about retreat and stability.

Because I will put everything on the gaming table, including the lives of everyone here.

No matter what happens, how many enemies there are, our plan will not change, and our destination will not be shaken.

If someone wants to stop us, we have to crush their bones and bunker together. "

As if he could see the endless enemies in the distance, Huai Shi declared softly: "If **** is going to oppose us, then we will be with **** and never die--"

No one speaks.

Only four palms were raised, seconding calmly.

From the moment they left the present state, no, as early as when they received this mission, they never thought about retreat.

Either you're done, regain the afterglow of the past, or die without a place to be buried, quietly annihilated in a corner.

No matter which result is waiting for him in the future, Huai Shi will be happy.

"This is my answer to you, Mr. Oldham."

Huai Shi said to the snail: "Next, it's your turn to perform your duties. I hope we can all fulfill our mission."

"Of course! Of course!"

The water-embroidered snail danced with tentacles in ecstasy, not paying attention to the slightest ridicule in Huai's words, but became more and more excited, "I did not misunderstand you, Mr. Huai Shi! I can be sure that you are definitely one of the pillars of the heavenly genealogy. only!"

Huai Shi was amused, "Is it a pillar to be good at finding death?"

"I don't know the other pedigrees, but in the heavenly pedigree, isn't this a great advantage?"

In Oldham's view, Huai Shi's sect is definitely a direct line in the Utopia. The iron rod in the iron rod may be more upright than Russell's pole!

Wasn't that the way the guy who smashed into the abyss back then?

As long as you do not die, do it!

Fighting with enemies dozens of times as large as one’s own, you don’t even blink your eyes. The ruler’s graves are digging and digging. Ruins dozens of epochs before are blasting. The guy who came to the door rubbed on the ground.

Either you die, or you die, or you die!

I don’t know how to compromise, I don’t know how to avoid, I don’t know how to give in. For the sake of my own heaven, I don’t hesitate to create more **** in hell.

Even the monsters began to wonder who is the real monster.

This is the so-called Utopia...

Moreover, after so many years, Oldham finally grasped this familiar feeling again, and tears were almost full of excitement.

I am very grateful for my original decision and foresight.

Sure enough, no matter what boring thing is, as long as it touches the Utopia, it will instantly become full of fun!

And when he thought of being able to sit in the VIP seat to witness the whole story, Oldham trembles with excitement, his appetite is wide, and he eats a couple of vegetables and leaves.

The degree of deliciousness has greatly increased!

"Then, in accordance with the contract, I will be here to provide you with all the services I can." Oldham waved his short tentacles, and said to the distinguished guests as if bending over and saluting: "Until the end of the mission or death comes. until."

"You don't need to say more if you are boring."

Huai Shi asked bluntly, "Where is my enemy?"

"According to the current situation, it will take about two days. No, after one day, you will encounter the Legion of the Blessed Land. However, before that, in order to delay your advance, the nearest corrupt cult has been transferred nearby. The deep legions have repaired brand new gates at the important entrances and exits of the key hell."

Oldham swam slowly on the table, and the heavy metals in his body left a mercury-like trajectory wherever he passed, outlining a specific depth distribution map.

Highlighted the city that is constantly besieged by the Quartet.

"If I'm not mistaken, they will delay you here at any cost, waiting for the main force to arrive, when the time comes, they will be caught in one go."

"As for the closest..."

Its abstract expression became extremely subtle, and it stopped in front of a city gate on the map: "If you maintain this speed, you will be able to see it in about half an hour."

"Then should I congratulate them?"

Huai Shi looked beyond the bridge, the gray storm that enveloped everything, full of expectation: "After all, the prey is already here."

In the tyrannical storm, there was a high-pitched tweet.

In the terrifying wind composed of countless dust and stone flakes, dozens of dazzling rays of light emerged, and the pitch-black sun boat fully supported the deflection shield, ran over the earth, and went straight forward.

Tearing the storm, breaking through the barriers, and not concealing any deeds.

The turbulent source quality fluctuations are like fission in a furnace, radiating toward the four directions.

accelerate!

In the huge space under the deck, accompanied by the continuous sound of steel friction, the silent snakes spread their arms, draped heavy armor with the help of mechanical arms, and pulled the mask.

Behind the goggles, his eyes were indifferent and gloomy, and the light of killing intent appeared.

All ready to go.

Compared to the silence here, the workshop behind them roared endlessly. A huge lizard beast neighed on the transmission pedal under the shaman's cry, and disappeared into the darkness and the gates along the track like an assembly line.

The sharp sound is endless.

Measuring, stamping, cutting, assembling, welding, loading and assembling...In just three minutes, the heavy steel that is difficult for ordinary human bodies to load is enveloped on them.

Armed from the tail to the tip of the claws, and even a heavy cannon with exaggerated dimensions on the back!

The armor made of curse crystal alloy covers every inch of skin, and the secret instrument from the primitive curse inspires the most violent animality, causing their mouth and nose to spray hot white mist, and feel unprecedented hunger, thirst and excitement. , Not afraid of trauma and death!

The shamans walked between the arrays, waved the poisonous branches in their hands, chanted loudly and praised the ring of eternity, and sprinkled the nectar of blessings.

In just fifteen minutes, the solar ship, which was on its way with all its strength, had already crossed the **** in front of him and broke through the eternal storm.

Amid the roar, the earthquake trembled.

At the city gate at the end of hell, the sound of the alarm bell just sounded, and the sluggish **** creatures raised their heads and screamed on the blood-colored wall of bones.

The slave laborers who were building the walls under the flogging were stunned, and even the slings were loose and the boulders were under pressure without noticing them.

Soon, there was the sound of a horn. The continuous smooth flow, covering the city wall, made the gloomy and bone-like wall appear to surpass gold and iron.

More than that, icy beams of light rose from the ground, like a cage, blocking the path in the air.

When boiling molten iron was poured on the huge door tens of meters high, the final path through here was completely closed.

There are more boulders piled up behind the door, strengthening the tortoise shell desperately.

He didn't expect any achievements at all, nor did he intend to make any gains in the war. The lord of the large group guarding here made the wisest choice as early as the moment he saw the sun ship.

"Send a letter! Send a letter immediately!"

The ghoul warlord turned his head and snarled at the priest: "Tell them, those people on the spot are here!"

There is no need to fight, as long as you send a notification, there are six legions to support at any time, and there will be rewards from the Holy Lord later...

Is there such a good thing in the world?

The warlord rubbed his hands in ecstasy: This vote is a big profit!

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"This scale...a little loss."

On the bow deck of the sun ship, Huai Shi looked into the distance, estimating the number of enemies in the city, and sighed with regret.

Not very cost-effective.

Behind him, the elder knelt on one knee and swears solemnly: "I will take this place for you before sunset!"

Huai Shi smiled and waved her hand slightly: "Don't be nervous, elder, today the sun will not fall from here, just let it go."

"However, before that—"

He paused and said softly, "Let's light up the sun first."

Following his words ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the sun ship roared loudly, and huge power burst from the furnace of the engine, pushing the steel structure to slowly rotate.

Sparks shot from the seams of steel.

Above the ship's hull, the scalp-numbing cannon body slowly lifted and aimed at the distant city.

Secondary drive, source quality filling.

The program for qualitative change is started.

Then, with the thunderous heartbeat, Raymond, who was entangled by countless cables, opened his eyes, and his eyes shot out of the same electric light as the gun.

Tears of Isis, the main gun of the Solar Ship.

--emission!

Why does everyone save the manuscript... Why... I am not the only one running naked... No, no...

(End of this chapter)