Apocalyptic Forecast

Beyond the chessboard.

In the suffocating silence, everyone's eyes widened.

There was only a wheelchair, and the sleepy Marcus raised his eyes, smiled, and said nothing.

But on the opposite side of the chessboard, Mathers stretched out his head in astonishment, wishing that Mathers, who was lying on the chessboard and sticking his head into the battlefield, finally raised his head, with bloodshot eyes.

Already scarlet.

As if waking up from a nightmare, he clenched his fists, his fingernails almost tore his palms, and no longer had the grace and grace just now, he roared hoarsely:

"Russell!!"

The shouts containing anger reverberated in the hall, and even the young son of the Thunder Lord beside him was taken aback, and subconsciously moved a little farther.

As if falling into a madness, Mathers waved his fists vigorously, cursing the man who hadn't come here at all with all nasty slang and swear words.

Roar, shout, and scream.

Beat your chest and feet.

Finally, trembling and panting, the turbulent mottled hair dropped from his forehead, making it even more gloomy and hideous.

It took a long time to finally calm down.

But even if his appearance was restored to its original appearance, his eyes were still scarlet, unchanged.

Murderous and hideous.

It's not just him. At this moment, the members of the Golden Dawn who are far away in the land of nothing and even the depths of **** and on the frontier battlefield are all caught in uncontrollable fury.

From this arrogant to ridiculous but ridiculously ridiculous provocation!

It was as if I could see the old **** holding a cane, humming and tap dancing in front of me, spinning and jumping, I kept jumping, sitting on the ground against the spotlight and then bounced up again. After turning 360 degrees, I raised my hands up. The treasure in the arms.

—Look, the book of destiny!

"The Book of Destiny is here!"

"Hey, right here~"

"Not only do I have it, I can still use it, I didn't expect it, brother smelly, and I can still use it for others!"

"Eh~ Are you coming to hit me? I'm coming in, I'm out, I'm coming in again~ You can't hit me, just a little bit~"

After hiding for so many years, it took less than three months for the Golden Dawn to show off his face, and he took it out grandiosely to show off to everyone.

Announcing the ownership, even, got the approval of the Book of Destiny!

He even opened up the authority of the sacred relic and source code of the former ideal country-the authoritarian relic "The Book of Destiny" to such a sloppy and contemptuous young man, who would use it at will.

Do you want to **** me off!

Yes, he really wants to **** me off... but I'm so pissed! !

Even Yegor, who was sitting in the upper level of the decision-making room of the Administration Bureau, had his throat tightened for a while, and he subconsciously glanced at the direction of Russell on the lower level.

This pharaoh really got the book of destiny?

Wouldn't it be possible that the presidential elections promoted by myself will be pornographic?

The things that were once stable, now they are shaking in an instant.

But the effect of the book of destiny is there, it will not always be the suspicion of this old man, right?

A mess of thoughts surged in his mind, and in the end, he subconsciously looked at the representative Mrs. X on the overhead floor beside him.

"How likely do you think this is?" he asked.

Ms. X is a woman who seems to be about forty years old. She has neatly combed short hair. She is described as solemn and meticulous. At this moment, she heard the words, thought about it, and turned her head over the files in her hand.

Shrugged slightly.

Combining Russell's old yin-bi's practice, maybe this thing might really be a seven-to-eighth possibility.

But thinking of my old friend’s history of high blood pressure and a recent stomach problem, I couldn’t help sighing, and said with a rare comfort: “Thinking about the good things, maybe the book of fate recognizes not Russell, it’s Huai Shi.”

"...Thanks for comfort, I feel much better."

After Yegor finished speaking, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly felt that his blood pressure was higher.

I suddenly remembered that when I was a secretary in the decision-making room, the unforgettable painful expression every time the secretary-general saw people from the Utopia.

Is this the cycle of history...

It's too heavy!

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It's not just other places that caused the commotion. Nowadays, there are also many waves in the decision-making room.

Seeing Rusu Ming repairing the plank road secretly Chen Cang, starting a Wang Bo to throw out, can not help but cast a glance of admiration and shock, but as the main actors of their respective pedigrees, everyone is used to the big scenes, and may not be gaffes.

Although the news that Russell succeeded in controlling the Book of Destiny was truly shocking.

It's as if the barbarians of the last round suddenly started to build planes, and this round you learned about the mystery of the atomic bomb from the mouths of rural women.

But all are good things after all.

In addition to feeling the hope of the ideal country's recovery, they also began to reconsider the way of cooperation with the Ivory Tower in the future.

Congratulations are endless for a while, and Russell is also the trivial matter, which makes people feel sore.

Let him pretend to be forced.

Who is still young?

Only Xuanniao stared blankly at the battlefield inside the chessboard. For a long time, he scratched his head, and subconsciously pinched the one in his sleeve that contained all the blood contracts, event records, and spirit inheritance of the Eastern Xia pedigree.

"Can it still be like this?"

The old man pinched the stubble, a little eager to try.

Anyway, going down here is the delivery point of yesterday's express delivery.

How about... Try it?

Huai Shi tried it.

Huai Shi thought it might be possible.

The result is!

This **** thing is out of the big spectrum!

He originally just wanted to habitually shake the individual, preferably a familiar and powerful one, but he did not expect that at the moment his thoughts turned, the blood of Gaia would flow into his body by itself, triggering the book of destiny, combining After recording the records left by Ying Fangzhou, he once again reproduced the records of the events he had contracted.

"Don Quixote"

Immediately afterwards, relying on the rules in the Gaia fragment to reappear.

The deceased who had already died, once again combined the original quality and miraculous reappearance, almost resurrected—

"Is this the call of the heroic spirit? I love it!"

Huai Shi sighed lightly, looked down at the back of her hand, it was a pity that there was no three bars.

And a page of appendix that suddenly appeared in the book of his own destiny, and the above [Thundering Four Seas·Ying Fangzhou] also reminded him that everyone was still playing cards without changing the studio.

So what is this, chain call?

I don’t know you guys very much.

But the thigh is right!

Then, he noticed the unreserved contempt in the eyes of the old man in front of him—baby, the whole family was very disappointed in you.

After glancing at the praiser not far away, after a quick thunderstorm, he asked Huai Shi unhappily: "It's been so long, haven't you made any progress?"

"Ahem, this, everything is urgent to power, everything is urgent to power."

Huai Shi coughed awkwardly, speechless.

Although when encountering difficulties, it is natural to call seniors to bring oneself to a wave of points, but back and forth to call the same seniors, digging graves are specifically caught in the same place to dig, it is also a bit unconventional.

You can’t keep taking care of you just because they are very strong and powerful.

But who makes us familiar, isn't it?

Anyway, everyone shook, and the salvation soldiers fell from the sky. Then, didn't you just lie down and win this wave?

Thinking of this, he lay more comfortable.

"I understand the rules. Just sit still and don't get in the way, right?" Huai Shi lay down and turned over, kneeling down and applauding: "Senior, **** him!"

"..."

In the dead silence, Ying Fangzhou looked indifferent, looking at him, his eyes throbbed, and suddenly stretched out his hand, Yun Zhongjun’s gravity pulled Huai Shi, directly pulled him up, lifted it, rounded it, and aimed at the praiser’s. direction.

"Give me, go up!"

throw!

In an instant, the thunder burst, Huai Shi screamed, rolling in embarrassment in the air, flipping three thousand six hundred degrees with his tongue without any resistance, face to the ground, and smashed in front of the praiser.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Fangzhou raised his hand, and a thunder gun fell from the sky.

Block the inside and outside.

In the end, he picked up a gust of wind, blowing away the dust on the stone, sat down directly, and indifferently called: "Your own business, solve it yourself!"

Not only Huai poems, but the praisers are stupid.

What is this?

Others are calling the Heavenly Soldiers to come to the rescue, so why did you call him a dad?

And also curse.

I even caught you scolding by myself.

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But who the **** still cares about this, the old man who fell from the sky doesn't know who it is, can't beat him, but I can't beat you!

Under the anger brought by the repeated humiliation, the praiser did not hesitate to repeat the chapter of the abyss, and countless viscous and vicious source materials gathered out of thin air into sharp claws, and smashed them against the Huai poetry!

Huaishi's face was green, and she crawled around and dodged in embarrassment.

A long-lost tumbling and dodge, it made him relive the smell of the earth, but seeing the rescuer he called out to turn into a referee in the blink of an eye, he couldn't accept this psychological gap!

"You really don't care!"

In the crevice of countless sharp blades, Huai Shi turned her head in embarrassment and shouted: "Somehow you point...point!"

"Pointing? Pointing what?"

Ying Fangzhou glanced at him squintingly, and asked angrily, "I need someone to point me to that kind of rubbish? Then what are you? Rubbish? Use your own mind!"

So Huai Shi moved his mind.

Then I found that the brain is really useless sometimes, and it's still reliable.

But since there are seniors in the battlefield and death gaze staring at him, he is not good to continue to be ashamed.

However, I really can't beat it.

Just dodging has exhausted all of his strength, this is still the result of the admirer's fear of Ying Fangzhou's sudden attack and deliberate attention.

As a result, Ying Fangzhou was guarded, but Huai Poetry's endless stream of trash talk could not be prevented.

"Azan, Azan, let us have something to say! Everyone is an artist. How bad is it to hurt your peace?"

In the siege of countless sharp claws, as well as the bombardment formed by the movement, Huai Shi was faltering, clumsy left and right, embarrassed as if she would be bombarded to scum in the next instant.

But in the end, only a few hairs were lost. Except for tumbling too much and graying his head, he didn't add a blood hole, and the mouth was still constantly, like a machine gun, and it didn't stop at all.

The waves are flying up.

"I said, Azan, there is a saying that the brothers who crossed the whole robbery are here, and when we meet each other, we laughed and enmity... We are both innocent and blameless, and it is not a threshold. Wait, did I accidentally treat your child? It’s chopped? Isn’t it right? You can’t rely on me if you are eaten by the rancher! Your corporate culture has nothing to do with me...

By the way, you Cavan, right? That's easy. What inspiration do you want? Collect the notes, find a popular style and copy it, and pour some water into it. Can't it be done in two hours?

Do you know "Bollero"? I can play a piece of music over and over again for half an hour!

Even if you have year-end performance and quarterly KPIs for your best fortune, you won’t be able to update your monthly tickets, right? Right? Right? "

Every word, every word, every sentence, like a fly, flies back and forth in the ears of the praiser, constantly back and forth. Huai's poems are full of air, and he is also a disaster musician. Outside of Lei Prison, Ying Fangzhou's eyes kept looking over. The sharp, knife-like gaze made him feel cold every time he swept over it.

Thinking that he had just accidentally fallen into such a ridiculous situation, the praiser could no longer bear the rage in his heart that almost swallowed Huai Shi's entire life:

"Too annoying!!"

He snarled frantically: "Shut up!"

On the hunting angel's body, the hymn's music score quickly circulated and expanded, and countless hideous monsters flew out of the dark ocean and rushed toward Huaishi.

But at that moment, he realized that Huai Shi had already appeared ten steps away from him?

So obtrusive.

No, when?

But at that moment, there was no obstacle on the straight line.

flaw!

When the praiser subconsciously raised his arms and contracted his defenses, he heard a gentle chant that had already spread in the wind.

"I would like to deliver on this sword with all my soul."

The dazzling brilliance rose from the blade of the sword and aimed at the admirer's face.

It also illuminates Huai Shi's smile.

"Next..." he said.

After skipping all the complicated steps and brewing, he skillfully climbed to the glorious stream of divine nature and light, and then sprayed out under that understatement.

All darkness was torn apart like a bamboo.

It was like a long night wailing and dissipating under the collision of bright light.

In an instant, it seemed like being thrown into a sulfuric acid pool. Even if it did not dissolve on the spot under this unexpected impact, the pain caused by skin dissolution, flesh and blood evaporation, and carbonization made the praisers scream in horror.

And at the moment when the blazing light extinguished, Huai Shi was close at hand.

After breaking through all the stiff monsters and claws, the volatile weapon in his hand aimed at his stump.

The symphonic rhythm of the sky overlaps in this moment.

Triple chords!

This is a long absence... Long Xiang!

After three crisscrossing cold lights flashed in an instant, the praiser flew out, his arms and head fell off, and the lower half of his body was left in place.

Cut in half!

But the tragic and spiteful screams hadn't stopped, even if he was hit hard by extreme intentions, but such power was not enough to kill him.

In the exploded flesh and blood, he was recovering and recovering quickly, with a pair of wings growing from his back, and amid the spiteful roar, he raised his scarlet eyes.

Staring fiercely at the place of Huai Shi.

But I saw that UU reading www. uukānshu. Behind com Huaishi...outside the Lei Lao, the old man who was on the sidelines finally stood up slowly.

"For the time being, it's okay."

Ying Fangzhou commented impatiently: "Although fist and weapon kung fu are too fancy, they can be regarded as pure. As for the others, forget it."

"Look at it, Huai Shi."

He raised his hand and pointed it at the praiser who was quickly reborn: "To deal with this kind of trash that likes to be entangled, only one punch is enough."

It's like being afraid that a stupid kid won't understand it.

Every action is deliberately slowed down.

Every source quality change and flow are unreserved, and the insignificant electric light is entangled between the five fingers, and as the fist is clenched, the yin and yang intensify.

There are no hidden secrets, no unpredictable methods of use, and no thoughts about anything like extreme intentions.

It's just a matter of course of use, repeating the things on paper and everyone knowing the truth, one thousand times, ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, one million times...

Until, the thunderous sky moves!

The tiny electric light flashed away, but it burst out with a bright light that made Huai Shi's eyes scorched.

The sky is like a drum, bursting with mighty echoes.

The earth is turbulent, wailing under this thunder.

And just in front of Huai Shi, the rebirth praiser was stiff in place, dull, with wide-eyed, staring at the location of Ying Fangzhou.

It's as if I don't understand what happened.

In the dead silence, only the shell quickly disintegrated, together with the soul that descended on the chessboard, turned into ashes, and disappeared in the wind.

In the end, those dull eyeballs fell to the ground, still shining with the fleeting stunning light.

The last marvel of the dead still remained in the wind.

"Wonderful..."

(End of this chapter)