Apocalyptic Forecast

The Russian Federation, on the edge of the Caucasus Mountains, a loud crash came from afar.

But it doesn't make sense.

In the distance, there seems to be an earth-shattering wave surging, but it is not clear.

The whole world seems to be submerged in a suffocating paleness, all you can see is the endless snow, and heavy snow flakes are falling from the sky one after another.

It's been a week...

Those biting cold air slid into the body along the lungs, making the soul seem to be dulled too. The heavy coat was infested by snow, and it froze very quickly, just like wearing a thick armor, making it difficult for people to move forward.

When the whole world became pale, the countless figures on the earth also became insignificant, like black spots struggling hard, along the railway covered by layers of snow. Forward.

There was constant urging from the high-pitched speakers.

But it didn't go far, it was swallowed by the flying snow all over the sky.

All that can be heard is the tired gasp of people around, the dull sound of a shovel piercing the snow, the high-pitched sound of a pickaxe and the ice...

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The staggering old man dragged a lame leg, holding a horn in his hand, and shouted at the person in front: "Snowstorm has been sixteen hours! This batch of supplies must be sent over!"

But in this chaos full of busyness and noise, a staggered figure rushed up.

The middle-aged man's face was pale, his beard was covered with white frost, and his numb face was constantly twitching.

"Can't dig anymore, Valia! Can't dig anymore!" he shouted hoarsely: "We are running out of time! We must retreat! We must immediately..."

"Did you **** see a ghost?" The old man was furious, and the spitting stars sprayed on his face: "Do you know how heavy our mission is?"

"It's an avalanche!"

The man who has been a hunter on the edge of this mountain for sixteen years is almost crying: "The sound just now was an avalanche, absolutely! It's too late when we see it, we must retreat, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, just continue to **** do it!"

In the ice and snow, the old man’s eyes burned red, "Vania, if you are cold, I have wine here. If you are hungry, bread is baked in the dining car behind. If you are sleepy, go to sleep. , I can **** give you two more hours of sleep.

But you can't tell me we are going to stop! "

The old man pulled at his collar and roared with a voice that surpassed him, like a lion roaring: "Mitrovan has been out of power for four hours. There are hundreds of pregnant women in the hospital there, and dozens of others. Patients...their generators can last for eight hours. After eight hours, if no one saves them, they will be dead!

Even if there is an avalanche, we may not die, but if we run away, they will be all over, you know! It's all over! "

Ivan stayed there, staring at him for a long time, panting, and said nothing.

Being watched by those eyes, I couldn't speak anymore. After a long time, he staggered back and sat down on the ground, choking tiredly: "I still have a daughter... She's only four, four years old, Valia... If I can't go back, what will she do... …"

The sound of snow shoveling and ice knocking was never cut off. Everyone was silent, suppressing the impulse to roar, but their complexion flushed with anger under the frost wind.

As if to tear the world apart.

But in his sorrow, there was a warm aroma of incense.

"Poor boy, he was just terrified."

The skinny priest in black stood in front of him, bowed his head and looked at him. In the hands of the priest, the incense ball was burning silently, spreading warmth in the cold world.

"Do not be afraid."

The priest's expression twitched, as if trying to squeeze out a kind expression, but against the thin and excessive face, it became more and more weird.

"You will go back."

His finger was moistened with holy oil and gently smeared it on Ivan's forehead, assuring him: "I just came back from there, Ivan, there is no avalanche, you just heard it wrong."

"You got it wrong?" Ivan was dumbfounded.

"Yes, the front engineering team is blasting some collapsed rocks."

The priest told him hoarsely: "You will see your child, Ivan, and your child will lie in front of the window by the fireplace and wait for you to come back. Then, you will tell her what you have done, like a hero. same."

He thought for a while, and said with certainty: "Everyone will go back, I assure you."

Ivan was sluggish for a long time, but couldn't help shed tears before the face that could not be called kind.

"Please keep working, everyone."

The priest who did not know where he came from bowed his head, and finally said goodbye: "The Holy Spirit will definitely protect you."

In this way, holding the incense ball in his hand, the skinny priest chanted the scriptures in a low voice, blessed everyone calmly, and walked into the blizzard again.

Far away, far away, farther away.

The sacred flag was looming in the wind and snow, and the deep chanting spread,

More priests trek over this wasteland, like a pilgrimage, forming a long queue that is far apart.

Above the mountains, the turbulent whiteness that was rolling down solidified in the air, and the roar ceased.

Those lonely figures are like nails wedged into the earth, fixing the collapsed avalanche in place, and can't make any further progress.

After a long time, everything returned to quiet.

The abbe turned his head and glanced at one last time. After the snow was all over the sky, the little bit of brilliance that struggling forward, bowed his head to extend his final blessing.

In front of him, the waiting priest reminded: "Isai, go."

"Yep."

Isaiah looked back, "I am here."

In this way, they turned around, moved forward again, and disappeared at the end of the wind and snow.

The storm continues.

The mission is also continuing.

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Egypt, above the dried-up Nile, is filled with the foul smell of silt.

Beyond the oasis, thousands of miles of sand are flying.

The tyrannical sunlight shrouded the sky and shed, making everything tormented in desperation. Numerous free vapors were swept away by the dry wind and flew into the distance.

It has been two weeks in a row and can't wait for any rain.

Outside the city, among the wind and sand in the sky, countless pyramids were silent in the shadows, and in the deepest darkness, in the erosion of endless calamities, the Pharaoh slowly opened his mouth and made a faint sound.

Like a long sigh.

It was like a small moan from the gap between countless nightmares.

The hand holding the scepter was as thin as wood, but never let go.

It's like holding the reins of the country.

So hard.

The blood, as thick as pitch, was left from his hand, followed the scepter, and flowed down into the path of the secret instrument.

As a result, that layer of rainbow light that enveloped the entire territory resurfaced.

It is like a weak fetal membrane that protects the baby, shrouding the entire national border and borders, and lowering the strands of rain.

Once again, smooth the wind and sand of thousands of miles.

.

And thousands of miles away, Tianzhu.

Countless dark sea tides are like iron curtains, driven by the out-of-control ocean currents, one after another, whizzing towards the silent earth in the long night.

However, at the edge of the earth, something was slowly rising.

The hazy outline is projected in the night, but the sense of existence is so strong, as if only that imprint is the core of the entire world, the meaning of all life and existence, and...the destination of the destruction of all things!

Countless black tsunamis roared violently, and when they collided with each other, they burst into earth-shaking roar. However, all the loud noises were suppressed by the low drum sound, gradually breaking into pieces and becoming unheard.

It was someone stepping on the ground, taking light and vigorous dance steps.

Above the sky, black clouds shattered, and a ray of pure moonlight shattered, illuminating the half-naked middle-aged man, his face painted with oil, solemn and ancient.

Those long curly hair fell from his shoulders, swaying like the darkness itself.

At this moment, the wind was whistling, and the flute was played. In the furious sea, there was the sound of water waves spreading, like the sincere praise of the souls.

He is dancing.

Swirling and stepping from the empty sandy beach, it is like imitating the once great god, reappearing the power of God.

No, that is the great **** himself.

The sacred remnants of the past are reflected in the world.

When he dances, everything is intoxicated in this figure that contains endless mysteries, and endless asceticism and prayers spread between his gestures.

Unconsciously, the tide slowly stopped.

But he still didn't stop.

The eyes droop.

Just danced dreamily.

As if never ending.

Not only here, not only here.

Eastern Xia, Russian Federation, Egypt, Rome, America, Tianzhu... After the sun sets, the world sunk into the dark side is still full of noise and turmoil.

Driven by an invisible hand, the waves of calamity spread across the world behind the high wall, triggering ripples of decay.

But beyond the high wall, there is still endless darkness rising.

In the endless sea, the distant outline from the abyss gradually became clear.

Beneath the depth, a black sail stretched out, and the hideous hull composed of bones and nails of the deceased broke the shackles. Countless undead ships dragged ropes, and the trek did not end.

In the deep tide, the Najirfa fleet slowly rose, and in this way, dragging the huge subjugated kingdom from the dark area of ​​the abyss, it gradually floated up.

On the other side of the border, it was dark.

Like a dark cloud, the eternal thundercloud shrouded the huge palace, riding the tide like a living thing.

Just passing by, cast a dark shadow between the **** and the sky.

Just above the black cloud, there are thousands of electric lights unfolding like meridians, constantly fanning, like thunder wings churning hell, resisting the gravitational force from the abyss.

Under the will of the dwarf kings, the sea of ​​thunder soared and flew towards the present.

There is also a weird giant fish swinging its body, forming a colorful and magnificent torrent. They continue to converge, like a school of fish following the ocean current in search of reproduction. Wherever they pass, they are planted between layers of hell. Own seeds hatch endless descendants with disasters.

Then, he was chased by the abyss and swallowed all of them.

The dark sacred light rises from the bottom of the abyss, the hymn from the most blessed land spreads among the disasters, and the rancher’s temple emerges from the observation of the probe mirror.

there are more.

More.

The huge masses of flesh where countless faces bite each other, the aberrations formed by layers of giant mice’s tails, are enchanting and beautiful, and there is no end of the flower sea...

more and more……

Countless hells collided with each other in the tide, and countless darkness floated up from the abyss.

Can't wait to crawl crawling.

up.

They are screaming and singing fanatically.

March into the world that is blessed by light!

The silent stage is finally about to usher in a new performance.

And in the deepest part of **** ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, at the end of the maze, on the throne in the shadows, the ten thousand-eyed thinker bowed his head, smiling at everything.

Just like the audience in the first class, waiting quietly.

However, occasionally his gaze will move in another direction, falling into the scar filled with mist, and the look in his eyes becomes playful and curious.

This is a rare pastime...

Before everything officially starts, there is still a good show to watch. And how will the actors who appear on stage choose under the mockery of fate?

However, it was still too slow.

The rhythm is too slow, it's always a little too close.

The piper smiled, raised a finger, and pointed it out.

To his jester, give enlightenment.

(End of this chapter)