Apocalyptic Forecast

Huai Shi felt out of breath.

In the dim light, he propped up the candlelight and stepped on the steps, slowly down ... as if stepping into the seabed step by step.

Under his feet, layers of darkness rippled like water.

Huai Shi felt a little numb toes.

Stopped and moved the foot a bit, feeling the faint stiffness of the ankle-that is where the light is not gradually getting petrified.

The further down, the stronger the curse echoed in the darkness. Even if it is slightly supported by the fire, and a little shadow is formed for a moment, it will form a weak petrification on the skin surface.

Fortunately, as long as it is not too deep, this process is still reversible for Shao Ming's resistance.

He paused and moved his stiff body in place, looking around.

Beyond the lonely downward stairs, there is a vast darkness.

Not at all common sense.

Along the way, he felt he tried harder, even walking back to the iron crystal seat. But still did not leave the scope of the branch control center.

Now he suddenly felt that this long road might have just begun.

He still needs to continue down ...

Under the guidance of an unshakable back, he rushed into the darkest place as if he was looking for his own way.

Huai Shi felt that he must be crazy.

The darkness that condensed into substance was too cold, as if to take away all his temperature and make him freeze here. Even Young Master felt tired. It is a pity that those crows with candlesticks are driving Gundam behind him.

After a long trek, he gasped for a moment and continued walking down.

"Do not besibu, are you there?"

He wanted to find someone to talk to, if not, it would be fine to come to Duan Tonglin.

"I'm not here……"

Besib rarely lost interest in speaking, and it sounded listless: "Don't care about me, I'm about to die."

"What's wrong?" Huaixi asked.

"Brother, do you still ask me what happened ... don't you know you are playing the pit pit butterfly marathon?" Besib complained: "I'm breathless."

"What stuff?"

Huai Shi stunned and looked around: "It's been tens of millions of years, where is there any dung?"

"For example, do you understand?"

Besib deeply felt that his flies were not easy: "Aren't you terribly uncomfortable? Zoom in ten thousand times, that's how I feel."

"Not at all?"

"I feel like a dozen cabinets are hitting my toes every second. What do you think? If the Sanxian system is still there, I would have complained about your abuse like a soul!"

Besib said angrily: "Before I was reduced to a pistol, was the radar system of Osiris anyway ... Even if the detection range is shortened now, it is impossible to bear this. You just feel a little uncomfortable. , I'm almost suffocating. "

"What did you feel?"

"I do n’t know how to tell you ... It ’s better to make an analogy with you, as if you were walking by night at night, walking and walking and suddenly found that night road is very lively, there are 100,000 people standing quietly in **** Is aiming at you, and preparing the pots and pans and other ingredients in the dark, scrubbing them.

Seriously, I want to have a mouth, I spit out long ago ... Can I shoot two? I'll do just two shots! "

"Not allowed, **** back."

Huaishi poked the pistol back into the holster.

After Besib's interruption, he finally felt much better.

But in fact, without Besib's reminding, he could feel it himself ... the kind of pain and madness like the tide that filled the air.

They rise and fall with darkness, like gravel in the tide.

Even if you rub it, you can pinch a handful of ashes.

Occasionally passing by those broken and broken fences and machinery that can't tell exactly what it is, you can feel the resentment and anger that remains in the steel by reaching out and touching it.

The combination of those desperate sources and the precipitation of **** is too precise, and it has completely become another unbearable existence.

As if walking between tombstones.

Everyone's screams and wailings came from the tombstone, recording how each person sank into death a little.

Fortunately, the trek in the deepest part of the darkness did not last long.

Because the road has come to an end.

Once again he saw Condra's rickety back.

He stood in front of the gate full of cracks and scratches, like a ghost that had nowhere to go.

When he slowly turned back, the swollen face finally peeled off the face, revealing countless fast-moving gears and fine machinery below ...

Like a beast hollowed out by insects, the finely divided parts wriggled like living creatures, slowly protruding from the inside and shrinking back.

His lips closed silently.

Seems to say something.

But it disappeared abruptly, leaving no trace.

Huai Shi raised his hand behind him, and the paradise **** squeezed his arms tightly, waiting for him, as he moved forward a little bit.

Close to the door that has been sealed for countless years.

It is like the steel cast after the fusion of countless bones. The veins of the limbs on the gate are entangled in one place, forming a complicated lock, which sews the whole gate.

But at this moment, the door made a sharp and harsh sound.

The dust shook, and the ancient text hidden behind the dust was exposed in front of him.

I do n’t know how much hatred and hopelessness I can hold a knife and axe to retain such deep marks and marks. Just looking at that line of text, it seems that there are countless sorrows suddenly sounded.

Just like the tide.

Huai Shi's eyes turned black, staggering back.

But the illusion quickly disappeared again.

It turned into a beastly roar and painful murmur like a beast licking a wound.

"The sun is gone, we will produce the sun."

Those ancient words whispered in his ear: "If the night leaves us, then we will create the arrival of the night. We will recapture what we have lost ..."

"Even if I lose everything for this!"

With deep pain and anger, such words seemed to be imprinted on his mind, making Huai Shi dizzy.

When he was having difficulty breathing, the huge door opened slowly in front of him. On the door, the staggered limbs shattered, broke, fell to the ground, and shattered.

In the harsh roar, countless years of darkness spewed out of the dust seal.

In the hands of Huai Shi, his high fire was instantly blown out by the storm.

On his head, the crown belonging to the prince of paradise emerged instantly, lit up, and braced the tyrannical darkness for him.

Illuminate the darkest scene.

From the scars left over thousands of years ago ...

In a magnificent palace like a sacrificial god, there is no display or decoration at this moment, and the huge empty space is scary. But with the arrival of light, everything sleeping in the darkness was illuminated.

It resembles the seal erected by alchemy.

There are countless yokes that extend from the matrix-like mysteries, hang down, and entangle with each other, dying to bind a wriggling darkness in this temple.

But now, with the opening of the gate, the darkness that has been sleeping for thousands of years has been awakened, madly surging, like boiling.

Struggling frantically.

Huai poetry creeps.

What's wrong

Where is the problem ...

Why is there such a link as if playing a game? Why is it like coming to the next copy when you come here? Why is the mechanism here as if the player walks here and will blame themselves? Why did he suddenly understand those words?

From the beginning, his actions fell under the control of something.

Including entering here!

At first it was only a faint hunch, but at this moment he was completely sure.

Inexplicably, the skeleton of the solemn Chinese suit emerged from his consciousness. Just when he understood what, he suddenly heard a harsh scream.

"—— ■■■ !!!!!!!!!!!!"

Severe head pain.

As if he had watched the volcanic eruption up close, he could feel that almost despair, pain and anger had almost formed bursting out of the bound darkness.

The sound of the chain cracking endlessly.

With the rapid change of darkness, struggling and eruption, innumerable restraints turned into dust, and they were scattered toward the earth one after another.

In the midair, the thick sticky darkness suddenly swelled.

Something is creeping below.

Suddenly, a palm-like limb pierced from it, followed by another, and another ... three dry palms ripped open the darkness.

Just as the baby slid out of the stinky black plasma like childbirth, with a viscous liquid, it fell to the ground, twitching frantically, struggling.

Vaguely able to distinguish that it is a human form, but his limbs have become very strange, most of his body has been liquefied into a black viscous substance, which is the essence of the source formed by countless despair and pain, hidden from it You can see the broken bones.

When the painful and desperate liquid fell from the torn shell, it revealed that the clothes cast like steel, once seemed to be elegant and beautiful robes, but now they are incomplete and become some kind of wreckage fragments.

His whole body was obviously distorted, but in his arms, he cherished and cherished a strange and gorgeous wind lamp.

After such a long time, it still looks like new, without any scratches and ruins.

It is better than the love of your own life.

Now, under the squirming darkness, the deformed dry bones were bathed in black rain, slowly holding up the wind lamp in his hand and holding it high.

In the wind lamp ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ a pale fire rekindled again.

Illuminate the broken face.

There is also a dark liquid flowing from the eye hole, like mottled blood and tears.

At that moment, Huai Shi finally saw the branch control center.

A ... live control center, right in front of him!

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Sorry for waiting a long time. Recently Kavinka is too fierce. I decided to recommend a friend's book to sacrifice!

"Ember of Blast", alias Old Century Evangelion, Steampunk 2077. Victorian steamed friends background, the adventure of kicking the door detective ... well, probably.

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