Apocalyptic Forecast

At the moment when that card was thrown out of understatement, the soul from **** quietly descended into the debris.

Above the wilderness full of beacons and towers, layers of streamer light converge to create a brand-new body.

Pale hair fluttered in the wind.

The slightly thin man stepped barefoot on the ground, with handsome eyebrows, without the wind and frost of the years, and his eyebrows like a teenager. Apart from the black robe on his body, there were no other cumbersome decorations.

But under his guidance, between the sixteen beacons from the Golden Dawn and the six towers created by disasters, there was endless light surging.

Intertwined with each other, turned into an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

In this way, after the Eternal Age Group and the Eye of Deep Darkness, Golden Dawn finally descended from its own base camp, and after thoroughly smelting the long foreshadowing, it formed a projection from the land of nowhere.

——Independence of the legacy!

Even in the **** of surging disasters, the huge city is still silt and unstained like a lotus, but whenever the breath surging in it leaks from the city gates, even Disasters from the abyss will begin to move away, not far away.

A palace resembling the solemn sanctuary, but another magic cave created by the essence of the abyss.

Under Aleister's control, the entire city seemed to become alive, with life and soul.

As if the two were originally one.

At this moment, when Aleister's palm was raised, there was a mighty bell ringing in the middle of the city, on the high tower rising from the ground.

The pale waves spread and spread under the city. In the end, a huge square outline was drawn. Everything that passed by seemed to have lost its color, eternally solidified into a plaster-like sculpture.

The earth is flat and pale, just like white paper. With the sunshine, when the shadow of the Forgotten City is projected on it, it flows like sticky ink, and countless fragments of characters emerge from the ground again. Disappeared quickly.

Only at the end edge of the pale color, did layers of faults appear like paper pages.

The Forgotten City of Novosibirsk is like a three-dimensional paper sculpture built on a huge book spread out, revealing a weird beauty from its indescribable delicacy.

And in Aleister's hands, a book of the same outline appeared, and it was closed immediately, and the name of the book appeared on the spotless cover.

"Book of Law"

The same breath as the Book of Destiny lingered on it, causing Isaac's expression outside the court to suddenly change, and the palm of his sleeve was clenched angrily, with a gloomy expression.

After so many years, the lunatics of Golden Dawn, after all, did not stop their steps.

On the one hand, I was frantically searching for the traces of the "Book of Destiny", on the other hand, I also made another preparation.

The re-enactment of authoritarianism.

Mastering the structure of the kingdom of heaven, they searched for miracles and disasters in hell, and finally created a vehicle that could record everything in it.

Even though it cannot be compared with the "Book of Destiny" at all, and does not have the correction value accumulated by the members of the Astronomical Society of the past generations, it is still sufficient to play a part of the original effect.

Just like... what Huai Shi did just now!

"What you do is the outline of the law."

Along with Aleister’s chanting, the pages of the Book of Dharma turned again, and the tower above the city once again bells. In the deep and majestic voice, countless inks appeared out of thin air in front of Aleister, quickly Reorganization.

A record of past events has evolved.

When the thin figure of the Waidao King appeared in front of Aleister, a glow of Gaia's blood flew out on the unfolded palm of the monk.

Fall into it.

The soul was once again given the record of the dead.

Under the dissipated ink, a pair of eyes filled with chaos and darkness lifted up again.

The black-haired, black-eyed, naked middle-aged man took a staggering step forward, just like a born baby, after falling, he climbed up again.

Opening his mouth, vomiting violently, but nothing came out.

It just made a hoarse voice, like roaring and shouting.

In the end, he finally calmed down.

Looking at the world in front of him, reading the news that emerged from the soul, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, returning to sober from madness, the world is so beautiful."

He said, "Long time no see, Aleister."

"Long time no see, Mr. Woodman." Aleister greeted: "It seems that the rules here really make you temporarily awakened from the chaotic sea formed after the fragmentation of your soul."

"It's best not to have any expectations. For my current state of life and death, it's just an intermission between two periods of madness and despair.

If it can make a difference, just give it your order. "

Woodman raised his hand, snapped his fingers, and put on a roman-style robe and a laurel crown on his head, revealing the posture and appearance of seventy years ago again.

When I looked back, my eyes gradually became ferocious.

"A familiar smell is coming from the wind." He said softly, "I smelled Russell, and the little boy they raised... And... Ying Fangzhou? Is he alive too? Or is he still alive? , Like me?"

"Well, your old friends have been waiting for a long time, I'm afraid there will be more next, right?"

Aleister shrugged, "This world is really amazing. It's really unpredictable that someone has the same ideas and plans as ours.

Is this the so-called enemy? "

"Rival? Seventy years ago, our war was over, and what is left is just a group of lone ghosts waiting to be forgotten."

Woodman sneered: "It's just that the reunion reopened after 70 years is really exciting."

Aleister pondered for a moment, and sighed softly: "I was not born seventy years ago. Although I have read some records, I have never experienced it personally. Now it seems that there is no me between the old hatreds and the old grudges. Room to intervene, right?"

"Don't care, don't test me, Aleister, I never liked you, and I have never concealed it."

Woodman replied: "But since Mathers left you down, then naturally you have to take the lead. If you have any orders, you don't have to be polite."

"Then, if this is the case, then determine our course of action—"

In Aleister's hands, the Book of Dharma was once again without wind, and a portrait of a young man appeared on the page.

"...Huai Shi?"

Woodman frowned.

"Yes, now the situation is constantly changing. To be honest, I don't have the slightest certainty about what will happen next. After all, it is not surprising that the entire present situation is the opponent.

In contrast, it is the successor of the heavenly genealogy that makes me more concerned.

After going through his resume and records, I feel that compared with the many plots hidden in the present, maybe this is the opponent we have to eradicate if we want to win. "

Aleister said calmly: "This is the deadliest variable. Russell has pinned his victory or defeat on him, and it seems that every time he can live up to expectations, no matter what kind of difficulties he faces, he can use the most efficient method. Over-fulfilled tasks.

This time, maybe it's still the same as before..."

He paused and looked at his teammate meaningfully: "Mr. Woodman, I think you should have experienced this firsthand."

"Aleister..."

Woodman stared at the young man in front of him for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "You know what, I start to like you."

"That's the decision?" Aleister asked.

"As you wish."

Woodman nodded.

The two sides reached an agreement.

In this gambling game, put aside the complicated games and considerations for the time being.

Before the situation becomes clear, do your best and leave no room...

Against Huai Shi!

Teamfights can be lost, the old **** Russell and the **** he raised must die!

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"I feel targeted."

In the harsh roar, Huai Shi turned her head, looked at the old man leaning on the motorcycle behind him, and added: "And it was very targeted."

"Say something quickly, let it go if you have a fart."

Ying Fangzhou glanced at him indifferently and urged: "If you dare not go up, just say it, where is so much nonsense?"

"Is this why I dare not go?!"

Huai Shi was furious, jumped up and pointed at the furious crown wearer in the thunder cell, "I'm only a second-order, senior, you let me beat the crown wearer, this is just about letting me return it directly."

"Don't worry, I will do it when necessary."

Ying Fangzhou embraced his arms and said calmly: "Don't worry about injury. As Yun Zhongjun, although I am not very good at first aid, at least cardiopulmonary resuscitation will not cause problems."

It’s all cardiopulmonary resuscitation, is it okay?

Huai Shi felt tears in her heart, still tears of blood.

Others shook people, they all shook their good brothers from the sky to save the field, and there were big sisters with long **** and thighs.

Why is it different when I get here?

What am I shaking?

Dad...

It took less than four or five hours to go out, he had already realized that when Ying Fangzhou's companion really needed a little psychological quality, at least he had better ability to withstand pressure.

Mr. Sharma, I misunderstood you, you have done very well.

Thinking that such extreme autism would be tortured here in Yingfangzhou, Huai Shi couldn't help but want to call a courier and pack the rescuer she had shaken out to Tiejingzao.

Maybe the great master’s depression will heal in a few days!

But now it's no use slandering and distracted in his heart.

After the old man took Huai Shi all the way into this sanctuary of the most blessed and happy land, he couldn't help but be ruthless, and he didn't even say hello, just like cutting melons and vegetables, and evaporating all the large groups. Become ashes, leaving only a crazy old monster to throw to himself.

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The torture difficulty of this exercise, I am afraid that even the Spartans can't keep up with it, right?

"What can I do with this?" Huai Shi was sluggish.

"Don't just think about being lazy, Huaishi. It's just a crown wearer. When I first entered the second-tier, I was already killing and playing. Can't you do this little thing?"

With that said, Ying Fangzhou stretched out his hand, and the invisible force pulled Huai Shi's collar, struggling to throw it away, ignoring Huai Shi's struggle, and directly stuffed him into the cage.

"I don't know how perfunctory the person who taught you is, but your ultimate intention shouldn't be so simple--"

He raised his eyes and said solemnly: "Let me see, where is your limit."

At that moment, Huai Shi had no time to speak.

He only heard the roar of anger in the wind bursting out again. In the cage, the crown-wearer roared, and the hammer stained with viscous blood was aimed at his forehead.

Crashed down!