Apocalyptic Forecast

"It still feels like I can't straighten my waist with a bit of advantage, Huai Shi."

Regarding Huai Shi's politeness and awe, the old lady didn't seem to have a cold, but shook her head: "If you don't have a thicker skin, it will be hard for you to have any prospects in the future."

"Whether it is thick-skinned or not has nothing to do with whether I respect other people or not." Huai Shi replied indifferently: "I am just grateful for your support to me."

"Hahaha, it's still so good to talk, which makes people feel happy. I think you like to put long lines to catch big fish."

Qingdi smiled happily, and instead of showing the arrogant and indifferent look of the past, he pointed to the seat next to him: "Since you are here so right, do you want to chat with my old lady for a while?"

Huai Shi was about to decline, when I heard Isaac proactively say: "Sorry, I have another important thing to discuss with Huai Shi."

"Then next time." The old lady waved heartily, "I won't force you to participate in afternoon tea parties for the elderly like us."

The two old seniors were very gentle, and didn't take the young people to show off their thoughts about mastery.

It was the monkey who took advantage of Huai Shi's attention, squeezed his hair, quacked and went back.

Triumphant.

With her mother beside her, Huai Shi didn't dare to pick up the dead monkey and beat her up, so she could only politely nod her goodbye.

After going upstairs and sitting down in Isaac's suite, the vice principal brought a glass of wine, sat down and pondered for a moment, then asked, "Did the principal tell you anything before coming?"

"It's about saying nothing."

Huai Shi shrugged and asked, "So, can you tell me first-what's the matter? Where are the enemies? How many do I want to kill?"

"have no idea."

After Isaac shook his head and sipped a sip of whiskey, he sighed with some worry: "I'm afraid that the battle will not be small when the Existing Institute does things."

"You, don't have any...report?" Huai Shi leaned forward from the sofa curiously, winking her eyes, and almost didn't write'You always go to the future to take a look, and then come back and give me a spoiler' on her face. On it.

Isaac was silent for a long time, just to cover up the embarrassment he was targeted, "There is too much noise on the timeline, and the Survival Institute will do things, I am afraid that it will not give others such a chance."

Everyone says that there are generations of versions and generations of gods, but each generation version is targeted like him, really not many.

For bugs like Koronos, everyone took a cut when they were idle, but after so many years, they still had such a bug, and they just wrote the suspension on his face.

No way, as long as one-to-one is required, the vice principal is the eternal god. Strong control and strong output can't beat but also reverse gear, the opposite side has no fun at all.

If it is a team battle, then everyone must first think about giving this character to BAN, otherwise there will be no game experience at all.

There is no accident that the Survival Institute will cut a knife first. There are some on my own side, and there must be some in hell. Once things become two time manipulators mating each other, then it will only become worthless. The endless loop is not beneficial to the result.

But despite this, the vice-principal still came here on behalf of the heavenly genealogy, which shows that he still has other values. The role of a person who throws away the tool of the sublimator is not mentioned, like him, who is also a top scholar in more than forty subjects. , Will always be an indispensable part of the decision-making level.

"I'm afraid you won't participate directly in this battle?" Huai Shi asked.

"It's hard to say that the mysticism of the Survival Institute will always be unpredictable." Isaac rubbed his eyes tiredly, and it was obvious that he had inquired about and contacted this aspect of things these days. It's a pity that Russell doesn't have the ability to dance long-sleeved, nor does he use the deep-rooted secrecy system of the Survival Institute.

Huai Shi shook his head and leaned on the sofa, "Nautilus didn't let me take it. To be honest, I have a guilty conscience."

"For the benefit, the Survival Institute will not let you take it, which means it is not necessary."

The vice-principal shook his head, raised his finger, and suddenly several iron boxes fell beside Huaishi.

"You take these with you."

He waved his hand and the iron box opened, revealing the dense border relics in it, and the flash of light almost blinded Huaishi's dog's eyes.

The two gray gloves, thin as cicada wings, are from the frontier relics in the Ivory Tower Reserve: Hand of Immortality. They claim to be able to touch the armor of the stellar core as long as they are not afraid of other parts being burned to ashes.

On both sides are the Ring of Eternal Life and the Wings of Decay and Blessing. One of the two rings gives the wearer an extra 60% of the vitality, no matter how much it increases in proportion, and the other is said to be sufficient for defense against all curses. A miracle gem that protects the soul.

And the huge five-color diamond in the middle...

Huai Shi took a breath.

——The legendary imprint of the miracle·Eye of the Rainbow?

Bearing in mind the best condition of the wearer, once activated, it is a plug-in level equipment that can directly trace the wearer back to the archive point six times!

Then below, there is a whole platoon prepared for Beelzebub, the single-soldest single-soldier killer weapon that is monopolized by the Technical Department of the Administration Bureau-the numbered curse bomb.

Eight pieces with a sequence above 3000, one with a sequence above 800, and even one with a sequence within a hundred.

Just add these things together, it is already the thing at the bottom of the ivory tower.

Not to mention a full 1000ml of liquid source material supply.

Sufficient enough for Huaishi to bombard for more than ten minutes...

"Mr. Isaac, you won't secretly move out the secret library of the school, right?" Huai Shi scratched his head.

As the secretary of the principal acting as the principal's authority, he has never approved the extraction of these things!

No, there are some things in it that he never saw in the list...

Isaac shook his head indifferently: "Don't worry, I only took part of my own power. The rest are my personal and family collections. If you don't run out, remember to return it to me."

"This... is too exaggerated, right?" Huai Shi was a little dizzy.

"Just in case."

Isaac pondered for a long time and told him straightforwardly: "I understand your style, but I hope you don't do too many unnecessary things, Mr. Huaishi."

He paused, and solemnly emphasized: "Also, follow the instructions, do you understand?"

Huai Shi was stunned.

"Maybe Mr. Russell has other considerations, I may have done more than necessary."

He looked down at the hockey puck in the cup on the table and sighed slightly: "But you have to understand-you are the future of the heavenly pedigree, and you shouldn't be so hasty."

From the very beginning, he expressed opposition to Huai Shi's participation in such a plan.

But as in the past, his objections will not be useful.

When Koronos couldn't see the future that belonged to him, this uneasy hidden in his heart made Wannian's chilling vice principal shaken by it.

Is it really necessary to bet like this?

Is there really a so-called constant win at the gaming table?

He didn't know what Russell was thinking, but out of trust in Russell, he never questioned his judgment. However, this does not prevent him from doing some prevention and remedies within his power.

Protection for the future.

"Thank you Mr. Isaac, I will use them well."

After a brief silence, Huai Shi did not reject this kindness from Isaac and raised his hand to take them back to the market, but after several hesitations, after all, he said: "If the future only exists in the greenhouse In the greenhouse, something that is too fragile and delicate is not what everyone wants, right?"

Isaac did not speak.

But outside the door, there was a playful laughter.

"In the future, you must first have something like this. As long as you have it, it won't be too bad."

After pushing the door open, a happy face came out: "So, in addition to miracles, the inheritance of the path of the soul is nothing but spoiling, right?

Seeing the younger generation glowing on the battlefield, Isaac’s mother didn’t say anything, but she was actually drunk. Maybe she was moved quietly and wiped her tears, right? "

"..." The vice-principal's expression was stagnant, and he frowned slightly, but did not get angry or scolded. Instead, he glanced at the visitor as if helplessly, and left his sight.

Too lazy to care.

The first thing I saw was the tattoos extending from under the leather jacket to the wrists and neck, thorns, skulls, love and swear words, smoky makeup on the beautiful cheeks, and slender eyes and eyeliner as sharp as a knife.

It was like a knight who had just returned from riding a motorcycle. She swaggered in. After dropping her backpack on the table, she leaned to the side of Huai Shi and sat down, slapped him on the shoulder vigorously, without concealing her appreciation. : "Good job on Guihang, boy.

If you want to defeat Russell in the future, I will definitely vote for you in the Academic Affairs Office! "

"Really?" Huai Shi beamed her eyebrows, wondering whether she was happy to be praised, or she was guaranteed to hear that she had beaten Russell's superiority.

"Ms. Chen..."

Isaac sighed helplessly: "As a faculty member, at least set an example for the younger generation, and, after all, Mr. Russell is the principal. Can you pay attention to such topics?"

"Well, kidding...but the voting is true."

Ms. Chen grinned and took out a hip flask from her pocket: "Would you like some?"

From the gap she unscrewed, a scent of alcohol came out, without the lusciousness of the drink, but as pungent as fuel, just a scent, Huaishi felt like fire in his lungs.

Even if it is not measured by toxicity, what makes Yun Zhongjun cough is definitely not something that humans can drink!

And right next to him, Ms. Chen had already filled the bottle of liquid explosives. I don't know where the jug was from the border relic, but it was inexhaustible to drink. The whole room was filled with the smell of irritability and gunpowder, which made people breathless.

Huai Shi could only be horrified, and cleverly served seniors with alcohol and cigarettes.

As far as I want to say, this is the first time he and this lady have met.

【Ms. Chen】

The real name is ominous, and she never said it. It is said that she came from a certain family, but after she abandoned her family name because of her own choice, the only thing known was the login name of this internal system.

As one of the heads of the Ivory Tower Hell Campus, she is also one of the executive vice principals of the school in terms of her position.

At the same time, he is also the fourth-order ascender of the Eternal Road.

Unlike Raymond's kind of hit workers who have just advanced to a whiteboard, they have been equipped with a trial scale Anubis full of krypton costumes for many years!

That is a destroyer whose all expertise is above the war, an out-and-out humanoid weapon, one of the strongest combat effectiveness of the tower of ivory in hell.

Relying on her alone, without any support and logistics, she wiped out an entire **** abruptly, opened up a branch campus base for the ivory tower, and maintained it for so many years, the **** creatures that she annihilated every year. In addition to meeting the R&D needs of the bottomless pit of the Ivory Tower, there is even more power to sell to the outside world. The amount of income generated can not only meet the daily consumption of the branch school, but also save astronomical top equipment...

When encountering such a big man, Huai Shi just wants to hug her thighs and make a good relationship.

When will everyone finish drinking, and then go back to the **** and join a few rulers together. At that time, everyone will reap 21 and 5, and they can also help themselves to save the Seed of the Abyss. How beautiful!

He likes the big sister who can lead the team so much!

And after drinking with Huaishi happily, Ms. Chen seemed to notice Isaac who was left out by herself, looked at the room, and then asked: "It seems that this time it is our three teams playing. Yes? That guy Russell is really a waste of money."

"more than."

Isaac rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, sighed, and finally said truthfully: "You two are only responsible for combat. My main responsibility is to follow Mr. Marcus's command."

The diplomat of the once-ideal country, the uncle of the Roman emperor, the old man who recuperated for a long time in the ivory tower...

"Compared to those of us who run errands, he is probably the real protagonist this time, right?"

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At the same time, the governing bureau.

Accompanied by Yegor, Russell finally saw his old friend again.

On the wheelchair, dressed in a tuxedo, with white hair tied back meticulously.

As usual, polite.

However, after a long period of time, his face was already full of wrinkles and wind and frost, and his eyes were muddy, as if he was distracted, staring blankly at the air in the distance. To the two visitors, there was no response.

"Mr. Marcus? Hello? Do you remember me? I took your linguistics class back then?"

Yegor greeted him for a long time, but he never heard back. In the end, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes.

It just attracted a sluggish glance from the old man.

The drool from the corner of the mouth ran down.

Yegor frowned and looked at 002 not far away: "Since the Survival Institute needs him, why not heal him?"

"Mr. Marcus refused."

002 replied indifferently, "Diplomats need a clear mind and independent judgment. We can't take the same for the same. Moreover, only when there is a problem, treatment is needed.

After inspection, I don't think that just such a situation will hinder Mr. Marcus's performance. "

"……Ok."

Yegor resisted the urge to scratch his head, looking blank and sluggish: "In other words, we have to place our unprecedented gamble on an Alzheimer's patient who is about to forget who he is when he gets older. On?"

He paused for a long time~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sighed helplessly: "Seriously, I have a little... lack of confidence."

"Apart from him, the Astronomical Society has no other choice. When the covenant was made, he was the only one who had signed the agreement, and he was the only one who could represent the agreement between heaven and hell."

Russell took out a handkerchief and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth for his old friend, "It doesn't matter who he is, as long as he remembers what he is going to do—"

He paused, bent down, squatted in front of his old friend, and solemnly asked, "My friend, are you up to your duty?"

In the wheelchair, the old man's eyes moved slightly and looked towards him.

As if waking up from a big dream.

"Russell?"

"Yes, it's me." Russell nodded. "Are you okay?"

"It's just, a bit..." Marcus thought for a while, and shook his head: "Sleepy."

"Normal." Russell said: "Marcus, you are old and sleepy every day, from one dream to another, you can't tell whether you are awake or not."

He asked softly: "But can you still defend the rights and interests of the current world and protect the glory of the ideal country?"

At that moment, he saw it, and the corners of the old man's mouth slightly twitched.

It seems to be pleasant.

Glanced at him.

Like a long time ago, full of spirits.

"Is the work going to begin, Russell?" He whispered softly, like a babble.

"Yes, the vital task is in your hands again." Russell nodded, "Are you ready to face your enemy?"

As a result, the sluggish old man in the wheelchair showed the heroic smile of the past again.

"——It’s nothing more than an embassy!"