Apocalyptic Forecast

There was a moment of dead silence.

Even the workshop owner couldn't believe it.

Perhaps surprised at his arrogance.

So, not ashamed...

A mere third-tier, unexpectedly attempting to be shoulder to shoulder with the ruler.

But for some reason, when Huai Shi said these words, the workshop owner could not help but feel a chill, as if that **** **** was standing in front of his own eyes.

But not the same as that damned woman.

She has never been expressionless, even if it is killing and destroying...

But Huaishi is different. Even when facing a siege of more than ten times a hundred times, countless deaths have occurred in front of her eyes, but she still maintains that disturbing smile.

The empty fingers clenched slightly.

Without warning, a slender blade emerged from his hand, and with his movements, the brilliant light gathered here, and the light of the sword of virtue burst out.

Tearing the eternal night in hell.

Since the nature of the **** blessed by the King of Light changed into it, it glowed with brilliance and intense light that was dozens of times better than in the past, as light as nothing, ascended to the sky, cutting through the eternal cloud and mist.

The dazzling light pierced every pair of eyes.

But without waiting for the workshop owner to react, Huai Shi stepped out, and the sword fell down!

The factory roared and roared.

In the control room, the workshop owner roared and pulled the lever, causing the vague mouth to spit out countless pale foams. Those sticky foams flew in the air like a barrier that grew rapidly, absorbing them. All origins, disasters, and even **** precipitate and grow rapidly.

But when the majestic light flashed away, not only the others, but even the workshop owner were stunned.

It's like an illusion.

No damage at all.

Only the stern sound of the wind seemed to be ridiculed from afar, and the face of the workshop owner instantly rose to crimson——

That seemingly terrifying and majestic light slash is just a look!

It's imaginary!

"Sorry, I got it wrong."

Huai Shi smiled apologetically, the phantom of the sword of virtue in his right hand dissipated, and then, a sharply rising blade shot out from the left hand hidden at the waist.

"That's right," he said.

Resentment!

The crows screamed in a flash, and in an instant, the resentment penetrated through the bubble defense against the source quality and energy, crossed the almost non-existent distance between each other, and penetrated into the huge face on the front of the fortress.

The forty-nine-meter-long Royal God Sword is blood red.

Countless crow feather-like textures have emerged from the blade, and even the sound of rubbing against steel is screaming like the neigh of a crow.

Sweep!

Under the blessing of Jiyi·Symphony, it seems that even the sound of the sun boat underneath is all in the body of Huai Shi, and along with him, bursts with infinite power.

The high temperature and shock suddenly burst from Huai Shi's body, tearing the coat and shirt of her upper body, revealing her arms turned into steel.

Hold the blade tightly.

The power that was comparable to this exaggerated scale burst from both hands, pressing down the blade inch by inch, tearing through all obstacles like a bamboo, leaving a new crack on that distorted face.

Staggered like a cross.

The huge mouth that had bitten the sun ship was torn apart by this swift sweep. Immediately after, as Huai Shi turned around, the blade whirled like a dancing pedal, contracted and skyrocketed again, and slashed towards the mechanical arm that clamped the sun ship in the workshop.

As a result, the screams never stopped, and a new climax burst out.

When tearing cut marks appeared on the two giant arms, the fortress of the workshop was unable to restrain the actions of the sun ship. Under the full power of the terrifying force, even the steel screamed distortedly.

Get out of the cage!

In this way, in front of the huge face that was furious and distorted, the sun boat rose into the sky again, riding the ripples of the Styx, and galloping away.

"Don't think! Don't think!!!"

The workshop owner roared, the huge body of the fortress quickly turned, the thick arms stretched out, and the stern was firmly grasped. Numerous ropes stretched out from the cracks in the arms, entangled and contracted like activation.

Regardless of the artillery attack.

The sun boat suddenly stagnated, and the gallop stopped abruptly again, the keel shook sharply, and the twisted steel made a high-pitched and sharp sound.

At this moment, it is no longer necessary to save costs.

Even though the heart is twisted, the workshop owner has realized in his heart-it is time to have to bleed heavily.

From the start to the present, even in the process of waiting, this workshop is still in continuous operation and continuously accumulating products.

Plunder, produce, dump.

This is something carved into the instinct of every workshop owner.

It is this endless thirst for profit and the huge profits brought about by monopoly technology that have made the masters of the **** workshops rulers.

At its peak, based on the nineteen rulers numbering the first nineteen, countless branches of workshops were distributed between different depths. The supply chain and the business contract between each other were used as the connection to form a covering A huge production organization from the deep zone to the deep dark zone.

The greater the number, the stronger the power they can exert, even the old-style forces like hard-shaking the subjugated nation and corrupt cult.

Unfortunately, there is never the possibility of harmonious coexistence among workshop owners.

The more they gather in one place, the more benefits and rewards they need. If the benefits from outside cannot satisfy their greed, then they will begin to internally oppose, sometimes even before the war begins. Phase cannibalization.

Therefore, most of the time, they are scattered in different places, dumping to different hells, plundering huge profits, and then using this profit to strengthen themselves, then plunder more...

Until I have the entire abyss.

It should be so.

But just after the defeat of the final battle with the Thunder Sea in the last battle of the worlds, the situation began to take a turn for the worse.

The severe back stabbing pain caused by the heart of the Everfreezing Furnace has not yet dissipated, and the **** who had refused their invitation, unexpectedly broke free from her cage.

From then on, life began to be sad...

Once upon a time, they chose to invest generously because of the potential of those who fancy the Japanese. Now, when the woman who disobeyed the rules of production began to take revenge, they once again deeply felt the pain bred by this long-lasting hatred.

In less than half a year, their preparations for a long-term revitalization plan were dead.

No.14, No.9, No.5, among the ten remaining rulers in the production sequence, three were thrown into the heart of the permafrost furnace, losing all their property and profits in the eternal torture.

As a direct supplier and subgroup of NO.14, if NO.77 cannot prove its ability and efficiency in a short period of time, it may be completely merged by NO.1, and after losing its independence and trademark, it will be forcibly bankrupted. Liquidation.

At that time, not only the only factory will be forcibly incorporated into the No.1 Yongshi Group, even he himself will become NO in the grid under the terms of loan and debt in the contract. 1The machine that handles infinite reports!

This is its only chance!

The moment he endured the pain of his heart twitching and pulled down the red rocker, the huge face above the activated fortress suddenly widened his eyes.

Hot steam sprayed out between the mouth and nose, and countless bright red frames have been spilled from the top of the factory with the sound of high-pitched and passionate music.

From this moment on, the "Hell Shopping Festival" began!

Countless small whispers and high-pitched neighs sounded from the ears of every living creature, and countless preferential measures were repeated endlessly.

'Full one thousand minus one thousand','full eight hundred minus eight hundred','a rare opportunity, not to be missed','trillion subsidies, direct discounts','disaster broadcast','buy two get one free for second-hand mining draft ','silicone wife interest-free installment','out-of-print ruler statue limited appointment','now get coupons to participate in zero-dollar panic buying activities'...

Countless strange sounds one after another, disturbing every sensible soul, bringing endless temptations.

As the overwhelming advertisements spread out, the cracked mouth on the fortress once again opened to a frightening scale, and countless large and small packages spurted from the assembly line like a rainstorm!

Clearance deal!

Those cardboard boxes with weird legs and feet gathered into a tide, descending from the sky, and in a flash, it filled the deck of the sun boat.

And when the carton package was opened, there were countless strange and foul-smelling bubbles that overflowed from it.

Although countless heart-pounding outlines are constantly changing, the malicious and hideousness in it is hard to conceal. The moment it appears, it quickly corrodes the deck of the ship's hull and connects with each other, forming a gap between reality and illusion. The outline covers almost half of the solar ship.

If what is preached in countless flyers and advertisements is out of reach and requires all assets and borrowing to be able to buy luxury dreams, then at this moment, what is produced in the workshop is nothing short of compromise. Nightmare!

The eternal nightmare extracted from solidified souls one after another has been finely processed and divided, and then whitewashed in a beautiful shape, bewitching one unlucky ghost to sink into it, until the other party has become a part of the product... …

There is no need for after-sales, no three-guarantee certificate, and no standard verification. The moment the product is purchased, the customer is reduced to a new product.

This is the business rule of hell.

——NO77·Nightmare Workshop!

At this moment, the endless nightmare merged into one in the bubble, forming a weird and huge monster, and began to quickly devour the sun boat.

Under the assimilation of the nightmare, the heavy armor gradually became transparent, and was pulled into the nightmare bit by bit...

On the collapsed deck, Huaishi could almost imagine Raymond's screams like a concubine.

But at this moment, he can no longer deal with the attack and erosion from the workshop owner.

Because of the out-and-out threat, right in front of him.

Falling from the sky!

When the glorious wings slowly gathered, the Dominator slowly raised his face of compassion and blood, and the spear and sword in his hand were raised.

Aimed at the prey in front of him.

"Giving up resistance, people in the realm." He solemnly declared: "Only in this way can I walk on the altar of our lord with the most complete posture."

Behind him, countless hunting angels turned into dark clouds, rushing down from the sky, and under the encroachment of the master of the workshop, they began a fierce attack!

The tormented knights were shrouded in the gray mist and turned into a torrent, swept toward the broken hull.

The sky and the earth are in all directions.

All are enemies.

They have nowhere to escape.

In a short silence, Huai Shi looked around, full of curiosity: "Seriously, can the situation be worse?"

As if hearing his expectation and calling, the generous **** fulfilled all wishes for disaster. At this point of despair, the abyss never makes people despair.

Above the shattered sky, there was a loud roar suddenly.

A galloping thunder light suddenly appeared.

Accompanied by the stench of the sea breeze and blood, a giant more than three meters high appeared at the end of the deck. All the hunting angels and torment knights that landed on him were burned to ashes by the escaping electric light.

It was the skull hunter from the Thunder Sea, the twin dwarf blessed by the two rulers of Growth Moon and Undertide. Holding a heavy battle axe in his hand, he raised two completely different heads ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and looked around.

"Who is Huai Shi?"

Even though he asked, those two eyes had locked in Huai Shi's position, staring at his head, full of hunger, thirst and salivation.

"Yes, that's right, it's me."

In the final silence before the war, Huai Shi raised his hand and asked curiously: "Just ask, do you have the habit of coming first?

For example—"

He glanced at the dominator in front and the twin dwarfs behind him, and proposed: "--queue?"

At that moment, the two faces of the Master's Compassion Mask and the Gemini dwarf showed exactly the same grinning smiles.

The answer is no!

Go out for a hot pot, come back at night to continue.

(End of this chapter)