Apocalyptic Forecast

The sky was shrouded in gray mist, and the sulphur breath filled the hot wind.

At the end of the sky, there were countless flashes of light falling continuously, and those iron flakes dipped in the precipitation of **** fell from the sky, like meteors.

The rain never stopped and fell into a wasteland full of cracks.

Just like the endless sea defended by Eastern Xia, here is the deep manifestation of countless borders outside the Russian Federation-Iron Rain Wasteland.

The endless land that was once endless enough to allow the mechanical frontier to roam freely has now been dyed red with pitch-black scorch and blood.

When the defensive fronts of the worlds expanded, covering the entire thirty depths of the depth zone, this endless wasteland also expanded below the depth.

Turned into a battlefield.

Countless large groups, freezers, **** creatures, and even the palaces of rulers descended here, bringing war, destruction, and even the most insignificant fighting.

At the most dangerous time, he was even broken through the fourth layer of defense, touching the edge of the present situation.

In the reversal, the mighty torrent once again flattened the tide of **** and pushed everything from the abyss back into the abyss again.

It seems that the endless war is here.

In the endless sea, in the country of fog that covers the border of the Americas, in the field of fire in the Middle East, in the endless crypts under the infinite and deep land of Rome, in the labyrinth of Tianzhu, the dome of Egypt...

This is the real battle of all worlds.

The present situation and hell, the struggle between mankind and the abyss.

And just today, just today, all the storms have ceased strangely. In the restless vigilance and vigilance of everyone, countless large groups and legions from **** retreated to their fortresses and palaces.

Calm and calm.

Until the moment when the door of the present world was opened.

The abyss was surging like a tide, and countless eyes cast on the figure that descended on the wasteland.

And the old man at the front of the line in a wheelchair, driven by Russell...

He lowered his head and held the former contract in his hand.

Drowsiness.

Toward the deepest part of hell, the field shrouded in eternal thunder light stepped closer.

"I haven't seen such a spectacular scene for many years."

In front of the frontier defensive line, the white-haired feathered snake smoked a cigar and said softly: "Just coming, it will make the kings respect, and the abyss will open the way...Even the master of the genealogy can only be reduced to a foil."

Beside him, Xuanniao nodded: "In just over a hundred years, such a great cause and achievement can be laid. How can such a existence not be revered?"

The feather snake was slightly dumb and laughed, "I thought Dongxia people would say that he could replace it."

"The truth is the truth, but there is always time."

Xuanniao answered indifferently: "The world is not peaceful, so you might as well be a chaotic courtier and bet on a seven-foot body to take the merits of the world. But if the world is stable, why bother for your own ambition and disturb Taiping in vain?"

He thought for a while, and finally sighed slightly:

"The world is very good now."

"Yes." Feathered Snake sighed.

Even the master of the pedigree, when witnessing such a scene, will still be impressed by the glory of the ideal country in the past, and the majesty of the astronomy society today.

No matter how open-minded, who wouldn't be envious of it?

The careerist will not refuse power, the sublime will not refuse miracles, but who can resist the temptation to control the world?

Whether it was the feathered snake, the mysterious bird, or the Pope of the Russian Federation who was silent from beginning to end beside them, they did not conceal their emotions at this moment.

After so many years, everyone has become so familiar. There is no need to cover up, but to be sour together.

To be the master of the genealogy, they have gone through countless hardships and laid countless miracles. Their pioneering work and their abilities and talents can be seen by all, and this talent is nothing false.

——But why can’t I be the one who made such an unworldly achievement?

However, the acid is sour, and it will only be sour.

It is true that the world is peaceful, where there are no heroes to use their weapons, the most desolate. If the current situation is not chaotic and precarious, why is there such a thing as a hero born out of blood and tears?

If the Astronomical Society collapses, even if there is a chance to make another worldless achievement, make great sacrifices, and lose many robes and companions, what is the meaning of the victory?

In this way, under the gaze of the present and hell, the line of queue slowly moved forward.

Finally came to the front of the border, the boundary of the abyss.

At one end of the boundary, there are three pedigree masters standing, while at the other end, in the darkness, several huge outlines slowly emerge, waiting quietly.

The wheelchair came to the front of the boundary.

The sleepy old man seemed to be awake, raised his head, and looked at the farewellers behind him: "Thank you, everyone."

No one spoke, just silently nodded in admiration and blessings.

"Work is about to start again."

Just like that, Marcus sighed lightly, raised his skinny arms, pushed the wheelchair hard, crossed the boundary, and walked into hell.

In the darkness, a skull face like a huge sheep head slowly emerged, and pale flames were burning in the eyes.

Recognizing the man in front of him.

"Mr. Marcus, I've been waiting for a long time." The messenger from the Sea of ​​Thunder said, "The gate of my lord's palace has been opened for you."

"Then please give me a push."

Marcus smiled and patted the wheelchair: "I can't walk anymore."

"Responsibility within."

The sheep head messenger stretched out his dry paws, took over Russell's work, pushed him, and stretched out toward hell.

Behind him, the huge silhouette in the darkness also moved, and when the footsteps stepped on, there was a loud noise like a landslide.

In this way, gradually go away.

It's like preparing a special gallop for him. It's just a short time. The endless scene changes in the dark, crossing barren mountains, crimson rivers, weird lost cities, and countless **** manifestations.

They came under the endless clouds, and the thunder coiled from the sky above the sky, fluttering like countless wings, swimming, illuminating the towering city in front of them.

And the long narrow door that soars into the sky.

Under the guards of the giants above the city wall, countless people overlooked it.

They have gone deep into hell, before the ruler's guard.

What I saw along the way was the solemn sight. There was no noise in the empty palace, and the tiny wheelchairs and messengers were as insignificant as dust in front of the buildings built by the giants.

The messenger respectfully pushed the wheelchair forward, until below the infinite jade steps, in front of the palace that shone with thunder.

"Next, I will take you here."

The sheep head messenger touched his chest and retired: "My king is waiting in the hall."

In this way, retreat silently.

Leave the white jade steps leading to the dark peak, and the old man in the wheelchair.

Marcus slowly raised his head until he lifted his head to the limit, and once again saw the palace in his memory.

After a long period of time, it is still so majestic and cruel.

Never give mercy to any weak, but the strong decides the meaning and the way of existence.

The throne of the lord of the sea of ​​thunder, the strongest in the world.

The weak can't see that majesty, and even approaching is their own sin.

And now, he needs to rely on his own strength to cross this last journey.

But after thinking about it a bit more, Marcus couldn't help sighing again.

Chose to give up.

"...I can't go up." He asked helplessly, "Can't someone help me?"

silence.

There was a long silence, and no one responded.

Until the end, as if someone was sighing helplessly, he stretched out his hand.

Above the thunderclouds, huge shadows and outlines quickly emerged, turning into a giant hand that seemed to tear the entire **** apart, stretched out and gently pinched the wheelchair and the old man on it, holding him up, and spanning a long time. After the obstacles and difficulties, he was sent to the door of the palace.

One step to the sky.

Now, for his convenience, even the threshold has been removed for him.

Let him push the wheelchair calmly and drive straight in.

Then, I saw the boring figure sitting at the end of the gorgeous low table and holding his chin in the hall under the heavy curtains.

That is purely in terms of destruction and destruction, purely in terms of self-power, and is well-deserved the strongest in the abyss!

Countless people recognize it, countless people respect and surrender the existence.

The eternal overlord of the sea of ​​thunder, the ruler of the rulers, the king of kings.

——Maharaja Thunder!

It's not that he has a huge body and height like other giants. Even when he sits at this low table specially prepared for visitors, his body height is less than two meters, not even as high as the newborn among the dwarf giants.

No matter who came to see it, he thought he was a handsome and hard-line man.

Half naked, with ancient totems inscribed on his arms and chest.

The beard is repaired very neatly, and the short hair is like needles.

The eyes are like gold, shining and majestic.

"Is this specially prepared for me?"

Marcus looked around at the current-sized furnishings and couldn't help but laugh: "It's really flattering, Maharaja."

As if idleness was extremely boring, the prince raised his hand, randomly selected the fruits and melons from the real world, and threw them into his mouth: "I wanted to embarrass you on purpose."

"I know."

Marcus nodded: "I have experienced the necessary gift of seeing the Maharaja. But why should I help me this time?"

"Because you are old, Marcus."

The maharaja looked at the aging'old friend' in front of him, with emotion or pity on his face: "Look, in such a short time, your body has become so decayed, twilight and pitiful, like melting in Iron in time.

Nevertheless, your soul alone is still so beautiful and fascinating..."

"Haha, drunk? I don't think so."

The corners of Marcus's mouth twitched slightly, "Maybe it's your taste, Maharaja."

"For hell, is there a treasure that surpasses such a soul?"

The maharaja shook his head ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and told him patiently: "My promise will remain unchanged, Marcus, if you can come under my command, I will grant you the position of ruler.

When you are in my palace and experience this eternal joy of hell, you will understand how short and fragile everything you love is. "

Marcus nodded slightly: "It's really exciting."

"But you want to refuse, right?" The maharaja shook his head indifferently: "I don't mind if you refuse or get angry, but you can think about it."

"Forget it, Your Majesty."

Marcus shook his head, disregarding the vicious eyes of the rulers on both sides, smiling and replied: "My dream is beautiful, and the one you gave me is not as good as it."

In the dead silence, in the short silence, the shoulders of the prince sitting at the end of the low table trembled slightly, and the entire sea of ​​thunder echoed with earth-shaking thunder.

Like the laughter from the maharajah, the terrifying roar echoed.

It ravaged all eardrums.

"Who is the **** on both sides of us, Marcus?" The Maharaja laughed, leaning forward and backward, "Who is the crazy side on both sides of us?"

"If there is not enough madness, how can the determination to fight hell?" Marcus replied calmly.

"Go crazy over there, keep your reservations and pride, and love what you love, Marcus, only you have the privileges I promised, so that you can be called the soul I recognize."

The Maharaja nodded, no longer trying to keep this treasure that was not his own, but raised his head and asked: "So, Marcus, why did you come as the messenger of my enemy?"

"The wreckage of the old world."

Marcus's blunt answer:

"Maharajah, today I want to get back the fragments of Gaia."

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