Apocalyptic Forecast

At the moment, above the bridge of Ivy ’s flying giant ship

Hundreds of huge monitors envelope the entire battlefield, reflecting all changes and disputes.

With the opening of the Quartet's gates, I don't know how many teams are pouring into the central tower continuously, rushing to the battlefield, and an inch of opponents are competing for space.

But in the middle of the big screen, it showed a face that was too young.

When the light smile that had been hanging on the face dissipated, it became very different from the past. The dark eyes were calm and deep, as if reflecting in the bottomless abyss.

"Like a dragon, it's terrible."

Pan Delong sighed: "It seems that our luck is really not very good when encountering such an enemy."

Behind him, Harry Quinn couldn't help but shake his head.

"When I met the tower of ivory, I knew how bad our luck was?" He scratched his head and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Pan Delong, shall we lose?"

"Will you lose?"

Pan Delong squinted, and looked over: "Harry Quinn, you, Fando, if you put a little effort into probability, you won't say such stupid things."

"Please don't embarrass a linguistics teacher to learn math?"

Harry Quinn shook his head helplessly and leaned over, just like the harlequin referred to by his code name, and performed an indecent rite to the ‘Master’ in front of him.

"Dear old gentleman, do you have any opinion on the victory or defeat in front of you?"

"The original words, seven or three points."

"Who is seven?" He asked subconsciously.

Pan Delong didn't even bother to answer.

Harry Quinn's eyes widened, "Isn't that a loss?"

"Our enemy is the Tower of Ivory, the last afterglow left by the genealogy of the kingdom of heaven. It is the Big Mac that has dominated the entire academic world for 110 years. The great grandmaster of the world, walking the miraculous incarnation of the human world, our next opponent is the Frost Giant Legion, leading them to the youngest anointed person in history, the Asian Astronomical Society internally rated S-level military officers ... "

Pan Delong asked in doubt, "Challenge such a person, do you think, why can't we lose?"

"......"

Harry Quinn stunned, looking to the left and right.

Because Pan Delong's voice did not cover up, it even spread to everyone's ears. The busy members looked back blankly and looked at the old man's back.

"Is there anything worth fussing about?"

The old man was looking back at them, and asked indifferently: "Are we here to lose? Are we just trying to surrender and stick to the present?"

From Rome, to London, to the Americas, the long journey of displacement, division, struggle, poverty and hunger ... Four hundred years of suffering has not knocked us down--to this day, we are still standing on the shoulders of giants!

The sages who established the name of the Ivy League all the way through the thorns and thorns, and finally sent us here, don't see the mountains again and say stupid things back home. "

The thin old man opened his mouth and snarled at his subordinates like a lion: "The road behind us wants us to walk by ourselves!"

"Will you lose? Will you fail? Or are you afraid of being humiliated and ridiculed? Does that trivial thing have value in your mouth!"

——What is really worth pursuing, can you not do it because you will lose! "

"This is just the first step, even if you lose, there will be a second step, a third step ... As long as we are not dead, the challenge will continue!

Is not only for fear of the wrath of the forerunners, but also for fear that the latecomers will laugh. But for what we represent, the noble dream of 357 years.

Even though the enemy is an invincible grandmaster, but the soul of the pursuer is still one day, he will not bow in the shadow of truth! "

In the silence, Pan Delong's eyes widened, and the old eyes looked like wildfires burning through the lineage, staring at each face.

"So, stand up, come on, please don't look down."

He raised his head and solemnly told everyone here: "We have done what we can do, and what we cannot do in the past.

After such a long chase, we finally stood on the same starting line with our opponent! "

"Regardless of success or failure, our contribution will not be in vain."

"Because one day, the chase of you and us in life will become the new cornerstone, making the monument of Ivy above the white pagoda!"

He says:

"---- Victory, will ultimately belong to us!"

When Pan Delong raised his hand and clenched his fist, the thin silence was broken by 100,000 times of turbulent enthusiasm. The sound of Huhe sounded like thunder, as the emaciated old man burst from a height of ten million meters.

The originally tense atmosphere became extremely agitated at the moment.

A wildfire ignited from those fanatic eyes.

And this announcement is also passed to the ears of every member of the Ivy League on the battlefield in different ways, so that this noble dream, which has been inherited for nearly 400 years, is echoed in every chest and dispels all Anxious and uneasy.

Between countless thunders and storm guards, the light of the Alien Hades once again spread to all directions.

Miracles from America travel in hell, with truth from America!

After waiting for too many years, those souls hungry for victory once again challenged their unreachable opponents.

For victory!

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After the main chip of the war chip took over the command of the entire battlefield, Pan Delong finally took over the power at hand and went to the login area through the elevator.

In a short wait, he asked the person beside him, "How is Liz over there?"

"Has arrived on the battlefield, in good condition."

Harry Quinn tilted his head and glanced at the display on his arm, frowning: "Also, she asked me to tell you: everything is good, it's too wordy, please streamline it to within ten seconds next time. . "

Pan Delong froze for a moment, and immediately laughed.

"This is too difficult for strong people."

As the elevator doors opened, the hurricane in the deck area swept through, and a dark aircraft was at the end, waiting for a long time.

In the driver's seat, the colonel smoked the last cigarette and looked back at Pan Delong sitting in the seat, frowning: "Old man, are you sure you want to go up in person? It doesn't matter if you are alone, the battlefield is not your classroom."

"The students are already on the battlefield, and those who are teachers must always walk ahead and set an example."

Pan Delong put on his helmet and showed a mocking smile under his face mask: "Don't show off your resume to the old airborne soldiers of the Battle of Baghdad ... Boy, I want to be old, ten years earlier!"

Yes, that's right.

He is not old yet, and he can move on.

The giants carrying Ivy have not fallen!

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"Is that true?"

The iron captain, the captain of the ship, looked down at the report submitted—the crew of the troupe appeared on the battlefield three minutes ago.

And the group of Ivy League guys seemed to knock the aphrodisiac, gasping one by one, rushing up lifelessly. The team of scholars and expeditions who were caught off guard was beaten by this group of cargoes, and the freezing compartment was almost not enough.

The captain scratched his head in distress: "It seems that the group of guys are really fighting ..."

"For so many years, the stumbling block of the Ivory Tower has been blocked in front, no matter who will be in a hurry?" The chief of staff calmly looked at the screen in front of him and adjusted the index.

Ensure the stability of the Heavenly Matrix and maintain the secret ceremonies.

Too much power is running in the iron constellation, which has turned this giant submarine into a gunpowder barrel. As long as it loses a little balance, it may collapse.

Not only is the new birth of the kingdom of heaven recorded in the womb, the Grand Master is probably very vulnerable.

Without help from the utopian host and the three sages, such a large secret instrument is still too reluctant for individuals-all the energy must be raised to deal with it, and there is no time for him to care.

The commander's task was not light, but he glanced at the office chief, and even slacking off in his busy schedule, pinching the way of making tea at the stopwatch, he couldn't help shaking his head.

"Can't you be a little nervous?"

"What's the use of being nervous? Since there is no way to roll up your sleeves and rush down to beat people, it would be better to drink tea here and cultivate yourself."

The chief took the tea spoon and the scale in the laboratory, and focused on calculating the number of tea leaves in micrograms. A formula was written on the ground paper to calculate, and finally the tea year was finalized. The influence of Chengtang quality ...

Finally, grind the tea leaves after precise calculation into powder-more than ten times the amount of the conventional plus a bunch of some, which should never appear in the teapot. Put it in boiling water and cover it.

Next, there is only waiting full of expectations.

Soon after two cups of highly extracted alchemy kettle, the alchemical agent that had become a stimulant polymer to some extent was placed in front of the captain.

Just look at the dark color and know that there will be no good things after drinking ...

"Come a little?"

Invitation from the director is looking forward to.

The captain picked up the tea cup, just sniffed, and the illusion of a return to life emerged-he began to think whether the old guy was bought by the opposite, and began to poison in the iron crystal seat.

Why haven't your technology improved at all for so many years?

"Next time, next time must ..."

He hesitated again and again, after all, he still had no courage to try, and even involuntarily tried to lean back a little farther away from the tea cup.

"Did you say the same thing last time?"

"Last time was different from this time!" The captain rolled his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After all, he asked: "Do you really plan to do nothing?"

"do nothing."

The chief of staff sipped his poison-grade tea and calmly replied: "Since there is a voice in the iron crystal seat, there should not be a second one.

Only one protagonist is needed on the stage, and all the interference of those of us behind the scenes will have unpredictable consequences for the mystery at the stage of "the phenomenon is condensed". "

As he said, he looked up and asked: "If the secret room murder was finally solved by the uncle who sold morning tea on the roadside, readers would not buy it? When all the causality has been connected in series, any 'mechanical deity' will be The story itself caused irreparable damage.

Foster, I know that you disagree with our agreement with Ivy, but the more urgent you are, the more you need to be patient. "

"Again this set ..."

"Otherwise? Since the promised things, they must be done, regardless of the enemy and the self, the open life should be like this!"

The clerk pushed the teacup over, looked into his eyes, and told him.

"Come and drink tea!"

"......"

Foster's eyes jumped wildly, his scalp tingling in the gaze of his old friend's expectation.

"I hope everything goes well."

He sighed, picked up the teacup, raised his head, and drank it.

In front of him, countless hallucinations began to emerge. In this sudden bitterness, he finally realized something.

There are some **** promises, but it does n’t matter if you do n’t follow them ...

Unfortunately, it's late.