Apocalyptic Forecast

In an instant, it seemed that the whole world was silent.

Huai Shi’s internal organs are in instinctive spasms.

At this moment, in front of him, full of mockery, teasing, contempt and contempt, and even all malice, the dry old man's body exuded waves of death premonition that made Huai Shi shudder.

"Beheaded? Decapitated?"

The old man cherished and raised the long knife in his hand, as if he was caring for an unobtainable treasure, gently and carefully, but he made his opponent hairy and couldn't help feeling a tremor.

"If you want to kill the enemy, why bother?"

Shangquan whispered softly: "As long as... kill the soul!"

At that moment, in his hand, that complete sword quietly turned into powder, from twisting to cracking, completely unrecognizable, no trace.

Instead, it was the cold light of a certain will and soul.

The eyes cannot witness, the body cannot touch, nor feel, but Huai Shi's soul clearly sees the anti-real and illusory scene!

The blade of nothingness that was forged from the will of the Sword Saint.

A few tens of meters away, Huai Shi's eyes became black, as if an ordinary person was standing in front of a giant cannon, locked in by the power capable of destroying everything.

Targeted by that blade, completely, unable to breathe—

Now, the old man holding the Soul Killing Sword stepped out and crossed a negligible distance. The blade of nothingness in his hand swept across Huai Shi's body like Qingfeng.

It brought the coldness and pain, the horrible touch of being cut to flesh and blood by steel, and the despair of being taken away from life.

Stigmata, soul, power, everything seemed to betray Huai Shi and left.

They are all like lambs to be slaughtered.

Consciousness is blank.

Only in despair, he watched the soul-killing sword penetrate into his body, disintegrating all his defenses, drove straight in, and penetrated the heavy defenses of Guixu and Tianque.

In the end, before Huai Shi's soul, it stopped abruptly.

Just touching the point, leaving behind the trembling and haze from the top of the sword, enough to engrave the gap of despair in a lifetime.

In the dead silence, Huai Shi stiffened in place.

The light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and his consciousness had already fallen into a void.

The victory is divided!

Right in front of him, Shangquan glanced at him one last time and shook his head.

"Sword of disaster? But so."

Filled with the disappointment of not being able to do his best and the satisfaction after the abuse of food, he sneered and turned away.

But after taking two steps, the action stopped abruptly.

pause.

It was like finding something unbelievable, turning back in astonishment.

Behind him, the sluggish young man, the opponent who should have passed out, fainted completely under the awe of the killing sword.

The dropped fingers twitched, then twitched again.

In this short gap between the unconscious and the soul, the remaining obsession still drives the body, raising the palm of his hand.

It was as if holding an invisible pistol tightly.

Use all your energy.

The non-existent trigger was pulled.

At that moment, the smile on Shangquan's face disappeared without a trace.

As if seeing the bullet fired by Huaishi, he clenched the non-existent Taito and cut it down. Obviously there are no counterattacks and blocks, but everyone present seems to have produced the high-pitched sound made by the collision between the iron blade and the bullet.

After that blow, Huai Shi hasn't moved anymore.

Until a long time passed, a faint light appeared in the pair of hollow eyes again, and he woke up from the long nightmare, panting as hard as he could.

When he lowered his head, he saw his raised palm.

Gradually suddenly.

"Look, senior."

He smiled and sighed softly, "Even if the soul is dead, there will still be people who can move."

He raised his head and reminded earnestly: "Don't take the younger generation lightly."

Shangquan looked at him.

In the brief silence, but couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hoarse and sharp, the decayed lungs choked with laughter, and a hollow echo came out.

"Very well, Huai Shi, you are fine!"

Shangquan made no secret of his appreciation and surprise, and shook his head in admiration: "With this sword, in the future world, you will surely have achievements that are no inferior to anyone—or, no inferior to the death of anyone."

Huai Shi was at a loss.

Look at his hand holding the gun.

"Is this a sword?"

"That's just a tool, so what's the difference?" Shangquan shook his head nonchalantly, "Besides, what you stabbed at me, isn't it your only counterattack sword?"

In this way, he sighed, staggered, and left slowly.

Going out of the dumped and broken door, once again, he returned to his chair.

The medical staff who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, once again put on an oxygen mask for the dying remnant body, injected life-sustaining medicine, carefully and hurriedly bandaged, repaired, but they could not stop the opening of Shangquan's body.

Already, on the verge of the limit.

After breaking through the limit, there is only one way of destruction left.

"Save it, it won't be saved."

After the mask, Shangquan said vaguely.

He glanced at the futile group of guys beside him, and finally looked at 008: "I still have half a month, no, about thirteen days. I hope your arrangement can be more efficient."

"Enough." 008 nodded and replied, "So, do you want to follow us now?"

"Everything that should be arranged is also arranged."

Shangquan replied without attachment: "It's time to go, don't waste time."

008 nodded, behind him, the door of nothingness suddenly opened.

Two lines walked out like him in chemical protective suits and gas masks. After pushing away the obstructive medical staff, they pushed Shangquan's wheelchair and turned and walked into the darkness behind the door.

At the end, Shangquan glanced at Huai Shi again.

Husky goodbye.

"That kid, Yaoxiang, I will ask you to take care of it..."

In this way, he disappeared behind the door.

The door closed and never seen again.

The parting was so abrupt and so unexpected.

Huai poetry was sluggish for a long time.

Finally, I looked at the 008 who stayed in place

"What are you going to do?"

"A gamble."

008's electronic voice replied: "Mr. Huai Shi, you are also on the shortlist."

He glanced down at the data that appeared on the screen, did not comment on anything, and continued to explain: "This time, in addition to the inspection of Mr. Shangquan's status, at the same time, you also need to confirm your status."

Huai Shi was amused and shook his head: "I didn't promise to participate in any old people's sunset red club."

"..."

008 was weirdly silent for a moment, and even the rigid electronic sound revealed a hint of sympathy and pity: "Mr. Russell signed for you."

"Grass…"

Huai Shi scolded an **** subconsciously.

He should have thought about it, that the old **** has been idle for so long, how could he let his own tool man be idle at home without making any arrangements?

But even if I sell students, I even sold myself to the Surviving Yard this time.

That's a **** thing!

"Of course, you still have the right to refuse."

008 tied her hand to the side, waiting for Huai Shi to figure out the cause and effect, and after she calmed down again, she continued without haste: "However, before that, I hope you can listen to me and finish the matter—"

Huai Shi took a deep breath, restrained her urge to smoke, turned the lighter that was out of oil in her hand a few times, and squeezed it in her palm.

"Listen thoroughly," he said.

"You will participate in a struggle, and you may face an unsolvable dead end, as a tool, as a chess piece, fighting in it, and in the end, you may also need to give your life."

008 told the truth: "I don't deny the danger. After all, this action is also a gamble for the Survival Institute."

"But the greater the risk, the greater the gain, isn't it?"

Huai Shi was unmoved, "Danger, death, sacrifice... I have been a senior toolman and chess piece for so long, and these have long been used to it.

But what's the price, Mr. 008? "

He looked at 008 and solemnly asked: "You never seem to say what I can get?"

"Of course you won't go home empty-handed, Mr. Huaishi."

Just like a machine, without using any negotiation skills, 008 went straight to the offer code: "Apart from what Mr. Russell got, if you can return successfully, in addition to the upgrade and transformation of the Nemo engine, In the future, all the liquefied essence needed by the Nautilus, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, will be provided by the Survival Institute."

After a pause, he added: "What we provide is not the most basic liquefied essence, but the pure soul and supreme essence after the six-layer qualitative transformation."

Huai Shi froze in place.

Well, the original astronomical figure has now been directly increased tenfold.

Ten times the astronomical number is still an astronomical number!

It just made him a little unbelievable.

"Such a big number? Are you sure?" he asked.

"It's just the energy that can be obtained by squeezing the soul. There is no difference between sublimated and solidified ones."

008 replied: "We have enough bases in **** to specialize in the production of this energy to supply the consumption of the Survival Institute itself.

Even today, all the original supplements made with the supreme essence, including those distributed by the administrative bureau, are all raw materials provided by us. "

If the significance of the Administration Bureau is to connect everything and control, then the special attributes of the Survival Court are doomed, and it must be independent and closed.

Even if it is within the present situation, it is still independent of the present situation.

Finance, output, demand...all aspects are self-sufficient and do not rely on the support of the governing bureau.

Even if the entire present realm is destroyed tomorrow, the Survival Institute will still be able to stick to the theoretical cycle set when it was originally designed.

For the words of 008, Huai Shi did not doubt.

In fact, he has already moved.

Do you want to mix your hands...

After all, the upgrade and transformation of the Nemo engine is also fragrant!

Then, the price offered by 008 made him no longer hesitate.

"Besides, we will provide you with a clue—"

008 said, "About, [Dead Sun]."

Two changes are over, ask for a monthly pass~~~~

(End of this chapter)