Apocalyptic Forecast

At that moment, a broken sound sounded, and then, the wind screamed.

Along with his fist, his right arm suddenly swelled, and those beating muscle bundles were enlarged like inflation, and innumerable swollen muscles almost enlarged his arm several times, revealing a nearly deformed grim gesture.

With Huai Shi's dodge, the punch hit the ground, and the whole square suddenly shocked.

Seemed to withstand the bombardment of the tank ’s main gun.

Is this the change caused by the fear of the red gloves once recorded by the supervisor, or is it something else?

Huai Shi has no interest to know. It was not once or twice that he died in the form of an instructor.

Bullets, guns and explosives have no effect at all.

Is like a nightmare in a nightmare.

In the memory of the once red gloves, the instructor who cruelly forged him into a weapon was almost a symbol of invincibility, and the power was artificially amplified, like a monster.

If it is not red gloves, you can be absolutely sure that the instructor is just an ordinary person. Huai Shi guesses that the instructor's change at this moment may be a change, growing bat wings and goat horns.

Fortunately, it is just this kind of change, which is not too exaggerated for Huai Shi——

He stretched out his hand, stained with blood on the ground.

The hand of forbidden!

This is the first time he has tried this newly acquired technique in his records.

With the flame of the source rising from the fingertips, the blood was disturbed almost like boiling, and a gray breath continuously evaporated from it.

I don't know how many people's corpses and the ashes of dense fog rose from the blood, covering the whole square.

Although I do n’t know why my soul would be named as the strange name of “Hands of Encirclement” by the Sea of ​​Silver, its essence is very clear, and it is a relatively rare type of transformation among various categories, and It is across two major lines of spirituality and matter.

And the scope is source and iron.

That is to say, he can build a bridge between the source material representing the soul foundation in the spiritual substance and the iron substance with the most extensive quantity in the material, to achieve any transformation between the two.

Can be said to be widely used.

That invisible axe was the weapon that Huai Shi had placed in the source of the uneasiness and murderous intention he had accumulated for seven years and transformed it into iron.

Now, based on the hand of forbidden, Huai Shi tried again to transform the dissipative source of the outside world.

So, countless finely rusted iron sands rose to the blood from the blood.

That is the essence of destruction.

The assembling ash from death.

With dry wind and dust, they are pinned in the pungent smell of blood and smoky smoke, which rises quickly and diffuses instantly.

Gave all despair and pain to everything equally.

At that moment, hoarse roar and roar came from the dark fog, and the hurricane roared and spread, but it could not disperse the mist between the source and the material, and a fierce black shadow ran toward the Huai poetry. Fist down!

Huai Shi dodges sideways, the dagger in his right hand swings sideways, leaving a tragic scar on the huge deformed arm, and then, the dagger is turned and stabs toward the instructor's neck!

Collapse!

The dagger fell into his raised arm and collided with the bone. The sound was like a collision of steel and steel.

Feeling like a fierce beast, he breathed heavily in the chest of the instructor. The gasp of such a violent force caused him to **** the air in the air into the body, under the stimulation of pain and despair. , The anger is getting crazy.

Like a beast.

"How do you feel about the despair you created?" Huai Shi clenched his saber firmly, staring at his face across the deformed arm.

Smile mocked.

"——I'm used to it, how about you?"

嘭!

The huge arm swept across, and even a low roar that broke the air. The hurricane almost blew Huai Shi out of three steps, but then, Huai Shi again rushed towards the instructor who was not possible in the battlefield.

The grinning smile.

He felt like he was drunk.

It was as if he felt a deep trance at the same time, and he was sober at the same time. Then, he felt a frenzy.

That is some kind of indescribable freedom.

Is like the release ushered in after extreme anger.

As he breathed, he caught the ashes in the air into his lungs, inhaled the pain of the dead, and merged with their despair.

Seems to be combined with countless deaths.

He became one of the records from the recordee and the recordee.

He can feel the pain caused by the countless deaths at the same time, and he is also immersed in the despair that died in the massacre.

It is as if the souls of those people stood here alongside him.

So, those nihilistic deaths turned into flames, boiled between his chests, mixed with his anger, after his unwillingness and his will, turned into inexplicable impulses, erupted from the inside out, and turned him on Engulfed, urging him to face his opponent, to lower the punishment, and bring real death!

So, under the tight grip of the hands of the forbidden, that gray flame rose from the rise of the blade-it was much darker and paler than the robbing gray, and it was quenched again by countless despair and pain Pure things that have been refined, extracted again, and sublimated again.

Pure poison.

It was the death of the poison captured in the self-death record and the condensed ashes. Although there is no lethality to the body, once contaminated, it will undoubtedly bring the spirit of the victim. There is no false death, as Huaixi has experienced countless times.

At that moment, the handwriting in the book of destiny changed quietly, not only the "army boxing" whose level soared rapidly, but also the new branch quietly emerged under the introduction of the soul of the "hand of forbidden", that was enough Soul application recognized by it.

—— 【Heart poison】!

"Yes, that's it, go for blood for blood, tooth for tooth!"

The crow stared at the crazy young man in the record, and seemed to laugh happily: "Go to represent death, and avenge the beast in this dark canyon!

This is your destiny, Huai Shi, the last guardian of heaven ... "

That moment, Huai Shi's dagger fell.

The deformed instructor roared in pain, hitting his huge arm, as if breaking the left arm that Huai Shi could not have felt. He didn't shake at all, still stepping forward almost obsessively, looking closely at the twisted face.

The dark eyes are filled with pure darkness.

Then, the saber fell again!

Collapse!

Is clearly a light saber. At the moment, under the control of the hand of the forbidden, when he cut it, he made a heavy sound of breaking the air, like a heavy axe.

Unbelievably heavy weight emerged from it. With the sway of Huai Shi, the enemy's tendon was cut off again and again, and the flesh was split.

The sound of broken bones is like a firewood broken under a giant axe.

The instructor growled, clenched his fists, his huge five fingers spread out, and grabbed his face, but the next moment, as the saber chopped, the iron-colored palm was cut off from the index finger and ring finger.

Became two pieces.

The blade was deeply wedged into his wrist.

In the severe pain, he saw Huai Shi take a deep breath, and then snarled and moved forward!

Thunder bursts!

As the saber suddenly shattered, the source of fire emerged from it, turning into the outline of a sharp blade, inch by inch, like a broken bamboo, and the whole arm was divided into two ends evenly from the middle. !

Immediately afterwards, the burning dagger was raised again and cut down!

The deformed arm fell to the ground from the instructor's shoulder, and blood spewed out from the crack, and fell on the square where blood was spilled countless times.

And those painful old people, desperate women, ignorant children, gathered with their blood, and turned into the same dim dim color above the wasteland.

The instructor pushed him hard, but could not hold his body, staggered back, and fell to the ground.

Ke Huai Shi was moving forward, panting, staggering across body after body, walking in front of a pair of apocalyptic eyes, leaving the stained red silhouette in their lost fascination.

"Thank you, I finally figured out one thing--"

He whispered softly, suddenly raised his foot, stepped on the chest of the instructor, repressed him on the ground, and let him struggle in vain.

Finally, he raised the dagger and pointed it at his neck.

"The reason why I chose to be a sublimator--"

Just like saying goodbye, Huai Shi gazed solemnly at the twisted face and told him word by word:

"—— Just to cut off the head of your bastard!"

At that moment, as the blade fell, a deep crack was left on the ground.

Blood spewed from the neck of the headless corpse, poured into the dry wasteland along the rift, and brought a rare infiltration to this dead land, leaving a trace of waiting for the next year to bloom Of extravagance.

Then, Huai Shi saw the whole world shake.

Everything is broken.

He sank into the darkness, and soon, he woke up from the chair again, only to feel that he was sweating like pulp, and the whole person was as if collapsed, uncomfortable.

I don't know why, but my heart feels calm and satisfied.

As if he had been compensated from the hypocritical revenge.

"Congratulations on breaking through."

The crow was standing on the table, and UU read the book www.uukanshu.com to read what he was like, "Can you get anything, Huai poetry?"

"......"

Huai Shi is silent, and I don't know how to answer it.

After all, he could not do anything, that is not a rescue, nor a revenge.

Perhaps as early as a dozen years ago, it was all over. What he did was just watching the original plot, tearing the original work, and writing a doujin.

What can you get?

After a moment of contemplation, he laughed softly:

"A dream, at least beginning and ending ..."

Said that he supported the table and slowly stood up. When he saw the dagger he had placed on the table, he couldn't help but pick it up. He took it twice randomly in his hand and threw it back on the table.

"As for the rest, it ’s just the egg that talks about comfort ..."

Let's go, he was not looking at the others, turned and walked upstairs.

After a long day, he felt dizzy and black before his eyes, and he was about to die.

Nothing in this world will be better than a complete lethargy.

If there is, then sleep for two.

"sleep early."

He waved his hand and closed the bedroom door.

The crow watched the figure of the teenager disappear on the stairs, turned around, and looked at the table.

Under the dim light of the desk lamp, the cheap postal dagger was faintly iron-colored and was nailed to the cracked and peeling lacquer surface of the long table, pulling out a slender shadow.

And at the position where the tip of the knife was nailed, a terrible scar was revealed.

Is like an axe.

"Good night, Huai poetry."

Sleep.

The crow spread its wings and went into the hazy night outside the window.

Disappear.