Apocalyptic Forecast

Why are you **** here?

After a moment of dullness, Russell stared at the sorry guy with wide eyes, puzzled and shocked.

In the coffee shop, the social animal looked away awkwardly, showing a pitiful, innocent and tired smile that seemed to be overworked at any time.

Russell wanted to curse, but was helpless.

The most terrifying element of destruction brought about by humans as the least lethal zone, the scary part of the man in gray is the harbinger of fate that he represents.

People who never want to hurt anyone turn out to be a wake-up call for death and destruction. Like duckweed on the water, being pushed forward by an unfeasible torrent, it has never been involuntary where it goes.

It is foreseeable that in his lifetime with no end in sight, he will still be exhausted to chase this last job that belongs to him.

Until one thing disappeared between work and him.

At the moment when he was sure that he hadn't had hallucinations, Russell had taken his gaze back, and did not waste precious time to talk to this old acquaintance.

Instead, he raised his head straightforwardly.

Looked at the gloomy sky.

In his hand, an old fragmented page emerged, and the broken event record was condensed again, and it was recited from his mouth: "The first angel blew the trumpet, fire and blood poured into the earth, and burned the three. One part of life and the earth..."

The moment the husky words blurted out, it seemed to have life, echoing in everyone's ears, making the entire square, no, the hustle and bustle of the entire London suddenly stagnated, everyone's ears were tingling, and then, They saw that the sky turned blood red.

The catastrophe of nothingness appeared out of thin air like an illusion, smashing down towards this huge fortress city.

Immediately afterwards, it disappeared without a trace at the moment of condensation.

Just like bubbles.

It's just an illusion.

However, the existence of the illusion made all souls feel the abhorrent cold and panic on their backs. In an instant, a high-pitched and ear-piercing alarm sounded from the headquarters of the entire Astronomical Society.

Attack alert!

But Russell hadn't stopped yet, changed hands, and drew out an ancient book, chanting in a solemn voice: "Now, I have become death, the destroyer of the world!"

Suddenly, the flash of a thousand suns appeared out of thin air from above the land of London.

The illusion of death swept like waves, bringing a fleeting scene of destruction, but the lie quickly dissipated in the wind, only the horrified shouts one after another.

The alarm became louder and louder, and the harsh horn sounded one after another.

Russell kept moving, another book in his hand emerged, and a solemn voice echoed on the square: "I walked into a wide cemetery, and the dense graves made the ground undulate. The coffins were all open and there was flames inside. Burning, there is a sorrowful sound..."

As a result, the earth cracked, countless coffins rose from the fire, and the disasters and wailing from **** spread.

But all this quickly dissipated in the wind.

At this moment, countless illusions have appeared in every corner of London one after another, squeezing sudden fear into everyone's arms.

On the square, countless people fled in all directions, screaming and shouting in horror.

Depth alarm trigger, war alarm trigger, global alarm trigger, critical alarm trigger...

At this moment, all of London, as if all the alarm bells were singing loudly, under Russell's will, spreading panic and horror.

There is no time to go through the process slowly, making phone calls, calling, reporting, and communicating... how much time is wasted?

It's better to be crisp and neat!

In just half a minute, the whole hustle and bustle of London had fallen into a dead silence, only the harsh sirens echoed. The originally busy city was transformed. From the deserted streets, countless fortresses and war fortifications quickly rose up.

Under Russell's rough wake-up service, the sleeping behemoth finally raised its head from the lair, looking down with indifferent eyes.

The killing intent of the whole world seemed to converge on the man in the middle of the square.

And between the sights of countless weapons, Russell slowly raised his hands, raised his head without any resistance, and showed a harmless smile at the sights.

boom!

At the moment when the body was verified, a door frame fell from the sky out of thin air.

The furious Yegor rushed out from the inside, even stepping on the slippers, the nightcap on his head did not have time to take off, and roared.

"What the **** are you doing, Russell! Don't think that there is no limit to the tolerance of the Authority!" He roared at Russell's collar, spitting stars flying around: "Isn't it just a little budget? Why bother? I just fell asleep. very……"

"I think you have to say thank me."

Russell was still smiling, helplessly spread his hands, then pointed behind Yegor, and made a gesture of "please see".

Yegor looked back suspiciously.

Then, in a messy coffee shop, I saw the figure that could not be captured by any camera or sight.

Wide-eyed.

One look, another look, three look, frantically rubbing his eyes, blood pressure soared.

Subconsciously, I want to touch the antihypertensive medicine in my pocket.

"grass!"

Before Yegor could say anything, he heard a clear voice not far away.

Snapped!

It was as if the glass was broken.

A pitch-black crack appeared in the space without warning, and a golden sword blade protruded from behind the crack, and then slowly fell down.

Tear the insignificant block in front of you.

Immediately after the open door, a swaggered figure came out.

The man's complexion was dark, and he was wearing countless gold jewelry. After putting the dazzling sword in his sheath, he didn't even look at the outside world.

Turning around, knelt down on one knee towards the darkness behind him, offering piously.

In the darkness, a tall figure walked out with his hands behind his back, as if patrolling his own territory, with a critical and indifferent expression.

A face that can be called a handsome and solemn face is no different from a human being in the present realm, but those eyes, which are condensed like the essence of the abyss, are a pure darkness that seems to swallow all brilliance, reflecting contemptuously on the world in front of them.

"Well, although it's a bit abrupt, I, on a whim, decided to take the initiative!"

The ruler from **** waved his hand to the two not far away at will, and said nonchalantly: "You needn't panic for ordinary people, just kneel down to welcome them."

Damn you!

The withered king! ! ! !

Yegor's blood pressure monitoring issued a high-pitched alarm. His expression twitched, and he glanced at his side subconsciously, and found that the guy Russell didn't even know when he hid behind him!

I even want to use myself as a shield!

Blood pressure, my blood pressure...

"By the way, is this the current situation of this era? It looks broad, but the scenery is unremarkable. Compared with the past, it is much more boring."

The existence named The Withered King retracted his gaze, sighed disappointedly, and looked behind him: "Gala, haven't you been here many times before? Hurry up and show the way, where are the current heroes? "

"Uh... Your Majesty, ahem..."

Gala coughed awkwardly, noticing countless solemn killing intent around him, and whispered: "We seem to accidentally ran into our opponent's den."

"Huh? Wouldn't it be better?"

The Withered King was taken aback for a moment. Then, his eyes lit up and he raised his head and laughed out loud: "The man named Marcus last time was really impressive. I don't know if he is still there."

It seemed that in an instant, all the boredom and indifference disappeared without a trace, and the ruler was excited and couldn't wait to speed up the pace.

After two steps, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the ‘common people’ not far away.

"Hey, where is your emperor?"

The Withered King waved his hand, "For the time being, I will forgive you for the sins of ignorance and humbleness. I will give you some time and let him meet with me as soon as possible!"

"...Your Excellency Kuo, our Astronomical Society has no emperor."

Yegor raised his hand, rubbed his eyebrows, and tried to restrain the soaring blood pressure: "As an opponent, it is too light to step into the realm so casually, right?"

"Oh?" King Ku was slightly stunned, and couldn't help shaking his head: "There isn't even a man? It's a narrow and poor place."

"what!"

A sneered voice sounded.

As if accompanied by a ray of light, a figure with an extremely strong sense of existence descended from the passage where the Rainbow Bridge descended, wearing a white robe, with a low voice resounding like thunder in everyone's ears.

"If you want to see the emperor, you should take a bath and change clothes, and submit your greetings in advance."

The Roman sovereign emperor glanced at the ruler in front of him and asked contemptuously: "I will condescend to come here, don't you and other **** hillbillies even understand politeness?"

For a while, even Russell, who was hiding to watch the excitement, couldn't help but breathe in the air, and asked Yegor in a low voice, "Where did you get this guy?"

It's not you!

Yegor glared at him. When Russell was alarmed, the video conference between the Ownership Bureau and the Roman Genealogy had just begun!

The ghost knows what kind of ghost sparks these two arrogances can rub together!

He can only pray that these two will never fight in London...

Otherwise, it doesn't matter if all the breath falls and collapses forever, it would be fun to collapse the headquarters of the Astronomical Society!

At this moment, the two tit-for-tat emperors looked at each other's manners. Titus sneered while holding his sword on the hilt: "Why, I made a special trip to look up at my majesty, don't you even know the etiquette of kneeling?"

The Withered King didn't care, tilted his head and commented to the subordinates behind him: "Look, Gala, this head is beautiful, it can be used to embellish the collection."

"It's a coincidence, the head of King Withered, I have been eager for a long time."

Titus grinned, and the white hair on the temples turned faintly scarlet.

The solemn crown appeared above his head out of thin air. The correction value accumulated by the Roman Empire for thousands of years was blessed with the body, thunder resounded between the present realm and the border, and the mighty echo was thrilling, as if even London at this moment. Tremors for it.

Unable to withstand this terrifying pressure.

"Very well, looking at the whole territory, such an opponent is really rare."

The withered king took off his cloak happily, threw it into Gala's hand, and stepped forward: "After six thousand years, let me experience the power of the king of man again!"

At that moment, all the observers in London burst into ear-piercing buzzing, and a reading that exceeded the limit of judgment burst out of nothingness in an instant.

From that small body, there seemed to be endless essence of **** overflowing.

Just in the laughter from the ruler, darkness raged from London like a sea tide, ignoring many frameworks and suppression from the real world.

The solemn armor emerged from the shell, and the pale sword buzzed from its sheath.

And the world before him uttered a cracking sound.

From that cheerful laughter!

In an instant, the sharp edge representing Roman authority collided with the sword of death.

The low sound of the sword blade spread, and a storm-like wave was set off. Rays of light descended from the sky above the sky, shrouded in surrounding buildings, like candles in the wind, cracking cracks continuously.

And Russell, as early as when the two sides drew their swords, had already dragged Yegor to hide further behind. What is rare is that even when he ran, he looked like he was impassioned and impassioned, even Yegor. Can't help but admire this old bastard's acting skills in his busy schedule, it is really too successful.

"Eh, why aren't you on it!" he asked in a low voice.

"Just kidding, I have young people and young people, and I have to wait for the useful body to rebuild the heavenly genealogy." Russell widened his eyes and said solemnly: "Don't you want to choose the president? You go!"

Yegor looked at the fifth-order, one of the few in the world, and looked at his old arms and legs who had to pant for two kilometers with a briefcase. He felt that there must be something wrong with you.

"I have a rough plan."

Russell lowered his voice and said solemnly: "To deal with this kind of crooked ways from hell, you don't have to talk about the morals of the world... It's better to just open the cannon and blast his mother, close the door and kill him here."

I think so!

Yegor wanted to spray a mouthful of old blood on this bastard's face: there is a Roman emperor there, who would dare to shoot?

"Everyone, stand shoulder to shoulder!" Russell suggested. "Where are the natural enemies? Isn't Tyre here? There are at least 18 crowned persons in London now. Let's go together. I will beat the gongs and drums to cheer you!"

This old **** is really a set of things when he breaks down. Yegor feels that his blood pressure is like a roller coaster, and he is about to derail.

Don't say everyone is standing side by side, now Titus is obviously playing happily. If you let others go up, Titus is afraid that even the allies did not cut it together.

Besides, this **** is London, if Tyre confiscates his hand and smashes any organization with a hammer, he may be sent away by a cerebral hemorrhage on the spot.

Yegor's brain is still buzzing, and his hands are still madly lighting the countless refreshed agreements and doctrines on the tablet, delegating authority, making urgent preparations, and seizing this critical time to spin off key institutions from London and send them to other places.

From the time the Withered King ran on a whim to the present land for an outing, this matter has been outrageous to the unthinkable! The ghost knows what will happen next!

But in the midst of turmoil, when Russell looked at the coffee shop, he could no longer see the man in gray. Only a cup of coffee was left on the table, pressed with a crumpled change.

"……gone?"

He was slightly stunned, thinking for a moment, as if he suddenly understood something. In the pocket, the screen of the mobile phone lights up silently, and a series of characters have been transmitted to the ivory tower along the line of the supreme terminal, giving urgent notices and orders.

And now, the two outside obviously have already started.

Hey!

Even Zarathustra's secret instrument can hardly maintain the integrity of the headquarters building within such a close distance, and the depth of the entire London has begun to fluctuate.

When the gravity lock was out of balance, countless fragments, green plants, tables and chairs on the roadside floated in the air, whirling from the hurricane, flying and shooting, a mess.

And in the midst of the constant burst of roar, behind the sky, there was suddenly a dark shadow that was rapidly enlarging.

It was like a terrifying monster from outside the universe came crashing down, slamming on the three major blockades, casting a shadow, and the furious and frantic neigh.

In the endless sea, in the countless fierce artillery fire of the current defense front, the ruler and the decaying dragon whirled on the edge of the current realm, and the endless festering and growing body constantly collided with the barrier in front of him.

Let the terrifying light fall on him continuously, destroying and evaporating a large amount of body, but then, the corruption spread further, and the festered body and skeleton were reborn again.

As the depth tide gets stronger and stronger, His power is rapidly expanding and recovering, climbing to a new height.

This almost eternally deformed vitality continuously sheds the seeds of disaster and evolves into infinite monsters. The dragon has turned the remnant body into a weapon, carrying eternal anger and resentment, smashing on the barrier of the present situation.

The shock that was enough to shake the line of defense spread, and set off a great storm on the sea.

The fierce struggle suddenly stagnated at this moment.

"Tsk, that festering worm..."

The smile of the withered king gradually dissipated, and it was difficult to hide the gloominess: "Why do you always like bad people?"

"Why, have you enjoyed yourself already? King Ku?"

Titus asked jokingly, "I'm just getting started."

"Just take it as your bad luck, the current king, the game time is over."

The Withered King waved his hand at will, took the cloak from Gala's hand, and put it on his shoulders: "I'm not interested in waiting for the opponent to sort out the lineup slowly, and then come to engage in a wheel fight... Am I right, you guys who hide their heads and show their tails?"

"Your Excellency King Ku, please rest assured, the Eastern Xia Genealogy is after all one of the six, with its own dignity and dignity, and it will not be able to besiege with others.

At the end of the long street, the mysterious bird with his hands on his back smiled and answered, like an old man in a park holding a birdcage to watch others fight: "You two can continue, I'll take a look, I won't move."

"Ha, it's impressive to say such shameless words so openly." King Ku grinned and glanced at the top of the building, around the square, and in the many secret instruments in the distance.

One, two, three... In the end, countless figures appeared in all directions, making no secret of the killing intent that turned into gold and iron.

"Very well, with such a strong fighting spirit and so many opponents, it seems that the time on this road is not wasted."

The corners of the subjugated emperor’s mouth curled up, smiling as if approvingly, and greedy fire burned in his slender eyes: "Then, just treat this as a declaration of war, and I will personally deliver it to you. "

"Whether it is present or hell, I will control everything again! The land of your class, the blood of your class, and the soul of your class, everything will eventually be in my hands!"

The throne made of bones and steel emerged from the feet of the ruler, and the phantom of the Host was condensed from nothingness, and through a long depth, cast a hungry glance towards the present.

The roars and shouts from **** resounded like thunder, accompanied by the joking laugh of the Supreme One, making the insignificant world in front of him turbulent.

"I am the king of withering, perishing, and ending, the lord of subjugated nations, and the king of kings!"

On the throne, the king with white bones and death finally cast a look of expectation at the enemies, "If you have the courage to accept the suffering, let us meet in eternal war.

I promise, as long as you can come to me, no matter who it is, I will generously give the supreme glory! "

With the close of the fissure, the withered king disappeared.

But at this moment, there are countless shadows rising from the endless sea!

From the eternal waves, from the deep to the horrible darkness leading to hell, from the wind and rain...

Beyond the distant depths, a sorrowful line of scarlet rolled over and spread rapidly.

In this way, throwing aside the **** ladder of the golden dawn, they used countless blood to gather into a river, thrown from the deepest part of **** towards the present realm.

Above the river of blood, the dark sails unfolded under the present moonlight, and the hideous ships made of white bones and nails of the dead slowly emerged from the end of the ocean.

In the name of death and extinction, the Najirfa fleet from the subjugated nation began to rise!

Dozens, hundreds, thousands...or more?

At this moment, above the empty ocean, it was already filled with countless dark outlines.

In front of the huge and strange warships, countless chains are tight and straight. Countless huge monsters in the deep water are doing their best to pull this overly heavy surprise.

"Existing Realm! Existing Realm! Existing Realm!"

The deck of the ship ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has long been crowded with countless large groups: "War! War! War!!!"

The monsters from the kingdom of death and struggle were roaring, shouting hungrily, flogging those giant monsters who dared to be lazy and slow down, and their scarlet eyes stared at the place where the light came from far away.

It was five full days ahead of schedule, which exceeded the expectations of all observatories.

They traversed thirty levels of depth, and left countless heavy and cumbersome burdens behind, and the **** legions paved this huge and hideous route with blood.

Following the command from the withered king, he brazenly rushed into this invisible wave.

In the distance, between countless borders, shining stars rose from the roar, and then, countless devastating lights descended.

Just like Russell’s guess at the moment the Man in Grey disappeared...

From this moment on, the battle of all realms has begun!

(End of this chapter)