Apocalyptic Forecast

Under the faint yellow sky with a trace of blood, the earth was covered with scars.

It seems that huge cracks leading to the abyss are crisscrossing the ground, and compared with them, even if it is as large as the current Huai poetry, it is just a trivial dust.

With the crisscrossing of the fissures and rifts, a huge mountain has been completely separated.

Just like the kindergarten children who drank a lot of vodka cakes, it was totally messy, and it was completely inconsistent with the common sense of geography.

On the torn mountain in front of Huai Shi, is the king of the lizard monk's mouth.

But the problem is that in addition to the heavily guarded king capital, other high mountains clearly established a fortress that was completely different from their king, but at the same time full of cold air.

It's like ... facing each other.

Huaixi could even see the brown blood stains left on the walls of the city after being spattered and dried up.

Across the distance, a rancid smell came from the deep valley. I do n’t know how many corpses were rotting to emit such a strong odor, which made Huai Shi more uncomfortable.

"That's the king capital."

The monk ’s snake-eyed vertical pupil revealed indescribable hatred: "The kings of the unbelievers, the lair of heretics, is where the devil gathers on the ground ... One day, those sinners will be destroyed in the thunder of punishment!

"... Your god, quite creative."

Huai Shi climbed to a mound and looked up into the distance, almost amused.

The kings were all built on the edge of the cracks of the abyss, and built the fortress on the ground, and then stood against each other on guard.

Now, it seems that those cracks are a sign of dividing the territory between countries?

But where did so many geniuses who moved the king to the national border and transformed into a military fortress come from? Isn't the Son of Heaven guarding the country?

I just want to get up every morning before going to the toilet to get a wave.

What is the picture?

There is nothing wrong with it.

Since its establishment until now, it seems that many years have passed.

One of the six cities is now completely decayed, collapsed and turned into a ruin, while the other five cities still maintain their hostility and are struggling.

Standing dozens of kilometers away, Huai Shi had already smelled the various flavors floating from there.

The taste of the beast.

I don't know how many explorers are in those cities now, waiting for the beginning of the eternal battle.

"How many GMs are there?" Huaixi asked.

"There are about five who appear on the bright side."

Fu Yi glanced at the small map: "One on this side, three on the left, and one on the opposite ..."

"The authority dog ​​is so good."

Huaishi took a sip of lemon and glanced at the fanatic monk: "Come on, lead the way ... Didn't your majesty want to see me?"

"Please follow me."

The monk picked up the incense burner and walked towards the lonely city on the mountain.

.

The whole Wang is actually full of a strange taste.

From standing in front of that narrow city gate and looking up at the tall city wall, I realized an incomprehensible confusion from this almost absurd Gothic style.

——It's so bad, why haven't your big lizard kingdoms yet died?

The tall walls and the sharp spires cast a gloomy and sharp shadow, covering a numb face.

Every pair of open eyes was covered with bloodshot eyes, and when gazing at Huai Shi, it was uncomfortable and fanatical.

When Huaixi walked into the city, no one feared that the evil beasts on this avenue would devour themselves, but could not wait to crawl on the ground, begging the gift of the great spirit.

The sound of coughing, moaning, and screaming from afar.

And, the rancid smell.

Pedestrians are so rare that they almost become an empty city, but the strange sound behind the walls is a hundred times that of the pedestrians on the street today.

It seemed as if more dying people were making their own voices unwillingly.

Fear, restlessness, pain and despair.

Inexplicable fanaticism.

prayer.

Those clear, vague, hoarse or high-pitched voices converged in one place, chanting the scriptures given by God in unison in the cold and gloomy bells.

Huai Shi felt that the rancid smell became stronger and stronger as she walked up the ramp-like steps.

This strange feeling is like walking into a rotten corpse of a behemoth step by step.

The smell of decay is everywhere.

"It's too much to answer." Fu Yi whispered: "Is this your border and hell?"

"Fart, there's an amusement park in hell, do you know the giant fun? None of the people who went to the ghost castle to jump on Di did not give us praise!"

Huai Shi felt that at this time, as a paradise prince, he must stand up and give his work unit a name, but Fu Yi did not believe it at all.

He was about to say something more, and he heard roar.

That was the loud noise of the palace gate opening.

The heavy rocks rubbed against each other, and the solemn faces on the countless reliefs seemed to growl in unison, singing the carols in unison. It was so fragrant that the smell of Huai Shi's sense of discomfort was overwhelmed, drowning them ...

But Fu Yi said that he didn't smell anything and was not affected at all.

Just to remind him that there is a huge red response on the map that cannot be analyzed by the system panel of the Astronomical Society in front of him, so let him be more careful.

With the opening of the heavy palace gate, Huai Shi drove all the way, and even the guards did not see a few, only a few rickets standing in the armor standing in the corner, the sound of gasping and coughing so fine.

In the next moment, everyone will be killed together without any accident.

In the end, Huai Shi finally met His Majesty the King in the magnificent and solemn hall ... except that everything was different from what he thought.

The once magnificent has now been bleak and decaying, and the solemn and solemn atmosphere has become strange and uncomfortable.

Among the hoarse holy songs of the monks, Huai Shi smelled the rotten smell coming from behind the curtain.

It was a run-down atmosphere that could not be concealed no matter how solemn hymns and rich incense ...

In front of the high throne was shrouded in gray yarn and silk, and the dust on it was almost doubtful whether the palace had washed the curtains in the time it has been decorated to the present.

What's more interesting is the rickety and thin silhouette on the throne, and the husky moan that sounds like a murmur.

As if talking.

But the voice was not clear.

Only the old priests crawling under the throne listened respectfully, and for a long time, the aging chief priest raised his turbid eyes and looked at the giant poems called Huai poem under the steps.

"Your Majesty expresses your heartfelt gratitude and appreciation for your arrival and admires your jealous character and your indignation towards the impure."

"..." Huai Shi stunned.

Are you all translators?

But do n’t bluff me. The king just coughed and took a few breaths. How could you translate it for a long time in your translation?

He raised his eyelids in amazement, for fear that the old goods would suddenly tell himself after a while: I'm sorry I can't understand what the king is saying, just turned a few blind.

After hanging the curtain, the moaning on the throne sounded again, and the chief priest grinned and raised his hands proudly: "My emperor's heart is happy!"

"My emperor's heart !!!"

Under the steps, the creeping priests shouted excitedly.

Okay, be happy to have such a big battle, are you afraid that people do n’t know that you are happy?

"The battle of eternity is about to start. Great spirits with divine intent, please also rest for a while in the temple with other great spirits."

The chief priest continued to translate: "It is your destiny to show your talents in this war to maintain righteousness and divinity. As for everything else, there is no need to worry.

We will provide you with all the food and water, hoping that you will be able to rejuvenate and rejuvenate, and put an end to the eternal war that proves that God ’s will. "

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, seeming to listen to the moan behind the curtain, and then said with a loud voice: "At that time, the strongest great spirit will be above the altar with the noble Eucharist of God- Two is one! "

With his fanatical shouting, the heavy curtain of heavy silk was finally pulled slowly towards the sides under the pull of the servants' long hooks.

And Huai Shi finally saw the holy object enshrined on the towering altar after the throne.

Represents the proof that the gods once existed.

A shattered and decayed pupil.

Only the size of a fist.

Cracks all over.

Like a shattered glass marble, the scarlet color almost overflowed from the scar, turning into a thin line, winding down the altar.

That is the source of the huge unknown red reaction.

Just staring, you can feel the tingling of your eyes, the scales of Huai Shi are in friction, the ancient sight is squeezing consciousness and soul, forcing him to bow down in front of the noble Eucharist.

But he was even more concerned about the rickety and old king on the throne in front of the altar.

Why is he not dead yet?

No matter who is seeing the king at the first moment, he should think so.

The decay has become like that, has it begun to rot? On the shrivelled body, a pupil with a shadow over it still opened stubbornly.

Even if the eyes are dark and dull.

It's like a corpse.

But from the sacrificial body of the altar, a thin line of sticky and fine blood swiftly arrived and fell on his body, sustaining his life with divine power.

The pain that made him meaningless seemed to last into eternity.

The unsightly distortion has been entangled in every part of the body, but he is still breathing, moaning, and experiencing the pain of survival.

The alienated bone pierced from his skull, decorated with gem-like mold, and formed a deformed crown from his head.

Under the old and discolored silk garments ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ on the chest that shriveled like a skull, the heart was still stubbornly beating.

With the difficult rhythm of the pulse, the blood vessels that grew out of his body sank into the throne behind him, walking through the rocks, already spreading to the deepest part of the city like the roots of trees. The whole cold and gloomy king was shrouded in it.

Connect him to this city.

The weak breath is like a spider's silk, pulling the force of great power, and it is continually holding the last trace of life in this country.

Huai Shi finally understood why this city could still survive in so many disasters.

"Please, you ... Da Ling ..."

On the throne, the dying but immortal king struggled with an ugly smile, and finally made a husky voice in his moan.

"Please give me ... give this country ..."

"Last redemption and liberation ..."