Apocalyptic Forecast

In front of the light of judgment, the walls of the theater fell apart, but immediately afterwards, a rapid restoration began.

The magnificent light of judgment was confined in the theater, and it was hard to get out ...

Even the outermost curtain hanging in front of the grandstand could not penetrate, and then, it collapsed to disappear for the turbulent source.

Huai Shi froze in place.

"Sorry, Mr. Huai Shi."

On the face penetrated by Besib, the lips opened and closed, still making a sound: "After Ivy's calculation, as long as there are five members of the troupe to support the sacred mark, you cannot use that weapon to break the 'Golden Palace' from the inside. . "

Was talking, his face was quickly repaired and healed, and returned to its original state.

Didn't even lose a hair.

Is still calm.

"By the way, all attacks on actors will incur punishment before the next scene has begun. See, the audience is angry."

Above the grandstand, the anti-surplus sky.

Angrily scolded the rude person who broke into the stage and used violence.

As soon as the voice fell, a thunder fell from the sky without warning, and fell on Huai Shi's arm. Huai Shi didn't even react, and the hand holding the gun lost consciousness.

After a long time, the uncontrollable pain spread from under the cracked skin, making him stagger and gasp violently.

And just between Pan Delong's white hair, vague corners appeared.

Seems to be a crown made of withered bay leaves, embellished with gold and jewelry, but has lost its former color and glory.

——The dream of the Golden Palace.

The border relics from Rome, the last creation left by a tyrannical king in history, and the troupe are simply a match made in heaven.

After combining its existence, it was originally only the effect caused by the combination of Sacred Marks, and it suddenly reached the category of miracle engraving.

Modify reality and create miracles.

Is just like the dignity and scars left by the gods.

"Don't waste your energy, Mr. Huai Shi."

Pan Delong said indifferently: "We will not be stupid enough to meet with you short soldiers, nor will we risk any wind for victory. For us, as long as you are entangled with you ..."

Bearing the pain caused by wound healing and growth of flesh and blood on his arm, Huai Shi grinned: "I thought what you want to do is to spend a lot of time, really have no dream?"

Everyone looked at him indifferently, and no one responded.

Even the colonel with the hottest temperament did not say a word.

Just focused on Huai Shi, without any slack, like an enemy.

"Next, what you perform is a legendary epic adventure, an immortal song of resistance!"

Pan Delong propped up his cane, looking like the reporter, looking around at the audience, and announced fervently: "Cheers, everyone, a wonderful story is about to begin!

Applause, everyone, this is the noble crystallization that the real warrior presented to everyone!

Below, please continue to appreciate— "

"——" Spartacus "!"

At that moment, Isabella opened her mouth and sang in length, the perfect soprano chanting the prologue of classical tragedy.

The world on the stage was shocked, everything changed, and a flower in front of Huai Shi seemed to fall into the abyss, but then he stood firm again.

In the sudden dizziness, he looked around in amazement.

Everything is completely different.

Instantly changed from the theater to the Colosseum. After the towering walls, countless spectators shouted in excitement.

And Huai Shi's skin quickly turned dark, turned into sun-burned bronze, all the equipment on his body disappeared, and his clothes were ragged, like a slave, looking around blankly.

Around him, the Frost Giants also contracted quickly, becoming the size of ordinary people. Like Huai Shi, they were unkempt, but they were more burly, and they lost the frost wind and ice armor.

Soon, Huai Shi discovered ... his mark disappeared!

With the constant sound of ping pong.

The heavy sledgehammer, the sharp axe blade, the sacrificial knife, the spear, the chain ... continued to fall from his body, and fell to the ground, except for the wolf head above the hammer head that still remained a bit terrible, There is no more wonder.

Turned into a common weapon that was just a lot harder.

"Help, I cracked ..."

In his waist, Besib heard a frightened scream, which quickly changed from a modern weapon into a tattered hand crossbow.

Gave a hard shake.

Can't say anything anymore.

All foreign objects that do not meet the background have been corrected, and everything has been pulled into the overhead world formed by the troupe ... With the dream of the Golden Palace as the stage, the six troupe members will once again unfold the legendary story.

Forcibly pushed Huai poetry into it.

The endless fighting is about to begin!

At this moment, in front of Huai Shi, the dying gladiator was dying and struggling hard.

"Spartacus! Spartacus! Spartacus !!!"

In the stands, the audience who transformed into Roman citizens shouted excitedly, waved their fists, and urged extremely fanatically: "Kill it! Spartacus! Kill the hybrid !!!"

Continuously, Lira dropped from above and fell on the shoulder of Huai Shi.

"I am ... Spartacus?"

Huai Shi raised his head in amazement, looked at the audience, and suddenly realized what had happened. But the invisible power attached to him, forcing him to raise his short sword and aim at the enemy in front of him.

The prelude to the killing ...

This is the fate of Spartacus.

Dizziness and trance suddenly struck, and the huge theater began to modify the consciousness and memory of Huai Shi, making him accept the fate in close proximity.

However, in front of those suddenly raised eyes, no success!

"No--"

Huai Shi raised his head hard, stared at them, and said softly, "I am not Spartacus, I am not your gladiator ..."

A broken voice sounded from above the blade of Huai Shi.

The dagger suddenly broke.

The shape of changes rapidly, forming an ancient and incomplete sword blade, blooming a faint glow.

Just above his head, a crown of light intertwined suddenly emerged, forcibly squeezed into the prologue of this tragedy, radiating light.

Under the light, the invisible power that controls the poems of Huai dissipates without a trace.

"I am Huai Shi."

At that moment, Huai Shi raised his head and told them: "Prince of Paradise · Huai Shi!"

The sword of virtue lights up.

The sonorous swords suddenly spread, tearing the repression of the Golden Theater, making everything that was modified once again return to its original appearance!

The frost wind swept, and the frost giants enveloped by the ice iron once again pulled out the heavy axe blade, showing the burly and huge body, roaring upwards!

The script was destroyed.

The tragedy came to an abrupt end—

"Sorry, I'm here to play."

Huai Shi grinned and smiled at the highest point of the Colosseum, shaking his head mockingly: "This kind of plot that will destroy my idol's image must be modified."

Everything stagnate in an instant.

At the highest point of the Colosseum, Pan Delong's figure emerged, overlooking indifferently.

"A paradise? I didn't expect this title to have the corrective power to the Golden Palace ... But unfortunately, at this level, I am afraid it is not enough."

Said, he waved gently.

The gates of the Colosseum opened in all directions, and the huge beasts and majestic figures came out of it, as well as the heavily armed legion ... the end was not seen, nor the edge.

It's like, endless ...

The low voice began, the soprano chanted in the void, and the low men sang together. The sacred marks belonging to the theater troupe run on this narrow stage, making all those illusory faces more real, and making the eyes of the heroes burst into a radiant flame.

"The Spartacus script continues, let's omit those annoying lines and plots and go straight to the most exciting part."

Pan Delong said in a cold voice: "Mr. Huai Shi, your last fight begins."

Huai poem has been stunned in place.

Seemed unbelievable, listening to the singing voice echoing in his ears, his eyebrows raised slowly.

"Opera?"

"What a coincidence ..." He said, "I will do the same thing."

At that moment, Huaishi raised the sword of virtue, raised it to his eyes, and smiled and asked, "Since you know me so well, you will not forget ... Where did this sword come from?"

In his hands, the sword of virtue shook violently, as if about to wake up, and glowed with a faint light.

Until now, he discovered: The stage of the Golden Palace seems to be the same for the bonus of both sides?

If that's the case ...

At this moment, between the sad opera excerpts, a grand melody suddenly sounded, tearing the sad song into a melody of salvation.

Around Huai Shi, dozens of handsome and solemn figures suddenly appeared in the air.

After a long hell, the princes sleeping in the abyss opened their eyes and came under the call of the stage here!

Among them, some have long curly hair, some have strong swords, some dance with fire, some have dignity and majesty ... but without exception, everyone wears their own crown on top of their heads.

Seemed to be able to hear the screams of the kitten losing to grandma's house.

Huai Shi smiled, raised his sword, and pointed at the enemy in front of him.

"--Fuck them!"

Silence came suddenly.

In 's brief silence, nothing happened except the frost giant who wailed and thumped.

The princes are still standing, still translucent ...

Is like a ghost.

Huai Shi turned blankly and felt very embarrassed.

"Why don't you move?"

"......"

In the short silence, the princes looked at each other. Among them, the unknown prince, who was most familiar with Huai Shi, shrugged helplessly: "Sorry, we are only projections, not capable of killing the enemy ..."

"What kind of stuff?"

Huai Shi is incredible, "What are you doing here?"

"Uh ... blessings?"

A dozen princes looked at each other, and one of the princes with black hair and white skin said: "I grant you courage, although you are not lacking."

"I want to grant your mercy, but the mercy in your heart has persisted."

"Control?"

"How about passion?"

"......"

Huai Shi stopped talking, stopped talking, and asked with the last line of hope: "Can't you give something useful? Can you kill them? Www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Did you bring it when you came? ? "

"......"

The princes were silent, looked at each other, and finally, sighed: "Since that is the case, then there is only the last resort ... However, this is the prince's killer. If abused, it will inevitably cause trouble."

"Huh?" Huai Shi's eyes widened, a surprise: "Really? You guys say it quickly!"

"So, call out loud, His Royal Highness!"

The unnamed prince pressed Huai Shi's shoulder and said in a loud voice: "Calling for a miracle to come, in this way, this stage and paradise will definitely respond to you!"

"What the hell?"

Huai Shi did n’t even expect that his teammates had called his hips like this: "Could I call‘ Help! ’Someone will come to my rescue?”

What's the point of this feature?

When Huai Shi shouted "Help", it seemed that some mechanism was activated.

The princes all smiled mysteriously, and quickly dissipated in the air. The free light gathered in one place and slowly rose to form an illusory arch.

After the light door, the beautiful white horse walked out, his eyebrows were arrogant, and he looked so familiar. Even the fat fat was exactly the same as his own fat horse.

Glanced at Huai Shi's eyes full of contempt.

-Shake people back and forth, can you do it, little brother?

Huai Shi had no time to ask what it was doing, and he was already attracted by the figure on horseback.

Is incredible.

"Although it is not clear what is going on, it seems to have been pulled here to help ... Are you asking for help, Huaishi?"

On the white horse, Luo Xian's smile is sweet:

"Fight for you, His Royal Highness."