Apocalyptic Forecast

Within a quarter of an hour, all the Plague Knights were slaughtered.

Half an hour later, countless kobolds in the mountains and plains finished the search, pushing the cart with excitement, taking away everything that was shiny, hard, or capable of scraping off that little iron powder.

Throw a large group of bones into the coal fire, and throw the spoils into the furnace. In the frantic praise, a pair of eyes were illuminated by the fire, making the black hair of the kobolds a red light.

An hour later, the sun boat slammed into the distance, and the ruins returned to silence.

After an hour and a half, the sky shattered and countless black spots fell from the sky. The desolate storm blows from afar, bringing the wailing that remains in **** and the ridicule of those far away.

This time, no one dared to have any slack and negligence.

Step by step.

With a vigilance of 120,000 points, the legions of the **** are always on guard for attacks from the sun ship, and the light of the large secret instrument enveloped the sky and the earth.

But until two hours later, there were no signs or traces.

In the whistling of the wind in the distance, the masters of the two legions looked at each other, unable to conceal their gloomy expressions... and even unconsciously relaxed and fortunate each other.

Maybe, probably, maybe... the group of people on the spot really left... right?

"gone?"

Above the altar, in the huge bronze mirror, the gorgeous and gloomy hall was revealed, as well as the weird figure with the tulle on the throne.

Overlooking the subordinates crawling under the steps.

The look in his eyes was like watching two groups of non-burnable dry garbage suddenly fall in front of him, full of incomprehensible surprise and confusion.

The host of the banquet pondered for a long time, and finally seemed to understand what happened: "That is to say, you have so many people, so many large groups... five legions, not only did not stop people, but also three were killed. Then—you are just like that, let them, pat their buttocks, and go?"

He made a gesture of flapping his wings and asked repeatedly: "Are you gone?"

No one among the supporters dared to speak, but was silent, crawling on the ground, shivering.

In silence, the host of the banquet held his chin and pondered for a long time, but suddenly realized that he couldn't help but patted the chair and laughed:

"Hahaha, this joke is really good, I like your sense of humor, I admit, I was really scared by you just now!

You little clever ghosts, you can always think of new tricks for me...Okay, no kidding, where is the cutie I want? "

He was looking forward to visit: "Hurry up and bring it up and let me see, you didn't hurt him, right?"

In the dead silence, there was still no one to speak.

The subordinates who were crawling on the ground were sweating, and the cold sweat fell drop by drop from the forehead into the dust. I felt that the line of sight falling on my body was getting heavier, full of chilling coldness and hideousness.

Hope no longer.

"You guys, are you kidding?" The smile of the host of the banquet gradually disappeared.

The subordinate swallowed hard and nodded.

"Then why the **** are you a bunch of trash alive?"

The wine glass in the hands of the host of the banquet gradually changed shape, and the juice brewed from the endless desire and thirst fell on the ground, squirming and snorting like a living thing.

"Fuck, three legions!!!"

After a lapse of ninety years, after being promoted to ruler, the host of the party once again experienced the long-lost fury: "More than six large groups, fully equipped with weapons of war, have been killed by a group of people on the scene?

Even the pigs of the three legions can't be killed in two **** hours, right? ! "

In the bronze mirror, the furious host of the banquet threw out the wine glass in his hand. The bronze mirror shook, and the bronze cup that had been pinched into the ball broke out of the air. Most of his head was lifted off, and he even flew out with his whole body tumbling.

But soon, the lord got up again, and he didn't even dare to go to heal him. He used his hands and feet together, crawling back like a dog, and kowtowing frantically.

Crying without tears.

"I didn't expect that, Holy Lord, we have used the fastest speed to reinforce without any delay... But me, I..."

Who knows that the people in front of them gave it so quickly for nothing?

He really can't be blamed for this. He hurriedly hurried after receiving the news, and he didn't even have time to drink his saliva all the way, but who would have thought that he didn't catch up with anything?

Who can be blamed?

The wastes in front of them are all dead, can they be pulled out of the stove of the presenter to whip the corpses again?

The ash is gone now!

Someone must be responsible for this.

There is no limited liability system in hell, but a cruel military law. A fair and just trial can never exist, and only the joy and anger of the superior dominate everything.

He hated those gangsters now in his heart. You said that if you die, why do you still suffer them?

But for the current plan, you have to bring out something, even the slightest gain will do. Hurry up and shift the sight of the holy lord, otherwise you will really be demoted to the slave army...

"survivor!"

He was anxious to give birth to wisdom, and his eyes lit up: "We also found a survivor! There is still a guy alive! He must know something!"

"..."

In the long silence, an indifferent gaze quietly looked at him. For a long time, the host of the party said, "Bring it up."

Soon, the sound of running horses sounded.

Following the tragic wailing, an iron cage was dragged over. When the door of the cage was opened, almost only a breath of ghoul inside rolled out.

Hard wailing and gasping.

Convulsions and trembling.

It can be seen that the group of people on the scene treated it very well, and they even bandaged and treated his wounds, as if they were afraid that he would die.

He even tied a huge bow on his head with a bandage.

Now, the bow has already been dyed red with blood.

More and more festive and funny.

The host of the banquet took a cold look and returned to his throne, tapping the back of the chair with his fingers impatiently.

"Are you dumb!"

The legion lord stood up and said, "Speak!"

"me……"

The ghoul curled up on the ground, twitching, trying to look around with his eyes wide open, and finally, mustered up the courage to look at the projection of the ruler on the bronze mirror.

"That person on the spot...he, he said..." The ghoul burst into tears, "Let me... bring you a word..."

The expression of the host of the banquet was slightly stagnant, and his eyebrows were raised.

"He said... he said..."

In the choking, the ghoul twitched violently, as if something was rapidly growing and swelling in his body, greedily devouring his soul and internal organs, and dominating his will.

It was like molten iron flowing out of the furnace, causing its eyes to gush out a dazzling glow, and through the eyes of the ghoul, it cast an indifferent glance at the ruler.

A low and calm voice rang from its throat, conveying words from Huai Shi.

Full of boredom and disgust, as well as a hundred thousand points of impatience.

He says:

"—Almost there."

At that moment, the blazing light in his eyes finally turned into flames, sprayed out from the mouth and nose, quickly rising, and completely burned the ghoul.

But in his chest, under the sutures, an iron roulette finally reached the last square.

A crisp voice burst out.

Ding sound.

It was like knocking a tuning fork, and another deep-buried tuning fork resonated under the nine places.

Like the lingering sound when the movement ended, the earth began to squirm, like a sea wave. Hell tremors. A series of cracks emerged out of thin air from above the uplifting earth, and what rose from it was the blazing light of destruction. Using a large group of two legions as the material, the anger from Ramses burst out!

Hundreds of tons of metal explosives are subdivided under the entire ruins, and a huge blasting cycle composed of secret instruments and iron wires. On the spread of a small spark, the burning sea tore the crust of the earth and stretched out toward the sky. Hands.

Embrace hell!

Immediately afterwards, there is infinite darkness.

In the center of the explosion, a pitch-black bullet quietly splits, and the solidified divinity from Daisi Ming flows out of it, instantly covering everything, eroding everything, dissolving everything...

Everything covered by the shock will be swallowed up!

When the earth-shattering concussion swept through, the original ruins were gone, together with a legion and a half stationed around.

Only a deep pit was left, and the flawless and smooth walls formed a natural hemisphere. And right in the center, on the remaining pillar stone, there was only a bronze mirror with cracks.

The severely wounded lord crawled on the ground ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ coughing violently, spat out internal organs and blood.

Don't dare to groan.

Just madly kowtowing towards the bronze mirror, begging.

On the cracked mirror surface, the host of the banquet did not speak, but silently looked down at all of it, and for a long time, after a long time, he sighed quietly.

"You said, why did I raise a bunch of trash like you..."

In the mirror, there was a boiling sound.

It's like some kind of sticky gum tears the container.

The surrounding priests screamed in horror and fled. The body of the host of the banquet was swelling rapidly, that gorgeous and weird face, and dozens of big mouths all over with sharp teeth slowly opened, devouring all the living creatures in the entire hall!

Until the end, in the darkness, there was only a gasp of anger.

"Launch all the legions and all the manpower in the nearby depths."

Dozens of neighing sounds overlapped and turned into a harsh roar:

"Catch me!!!"

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"After the calculation, should our gifts be delivered?"

On the bridge of the sun ship, Huai Shi glanced at the time on the screen: "I don't know how the reaction is?"

"As you might expect."

The water-embroidered snail, who watched the ultra-high-definition picture in the front row all the time, said: "The child is delicious and likes things very much. After receiving it, the host of the banquet has already moved and cried."

"An excellent counterattack and warning."

Oldham concluded: "According to my observations, a lot of guys who have heard the wind and wanted to take advantage have already retreated...

It can be predicted that in the next few days, we will get a rare cleansing. "

"But as a price..."

It paused for a while, and said softly: "Next, there will surely be more severe storms, right?"