Apocalyptic Forecast

Although it is difficult to breathe, it still needs to breathe.

And it didn't take long for Huaishi to leave this behind, like a stupid dog whose head digs into the sand to escape reality.

Don't worry if you have more lice, and don't itch if you have too much debt.

In his limited life, Huai Shi understood the truth: no matter how human beings work hard to save money, when it is time to spend krypton, it will always be spent ... you do n’t spend it, maybe someone else will help you spend it Or, there is no chance to spend in the future.

Isn't it money?

No more earning ...

Was used to the intense pain of convulsions in his heart. Huai Shi lifted the tea cup with tears and sipped it out.

Then froze in place.

"how are you feeling?"

The chief of staff came up and looked at him with expectation: "I used a new formula this time, should the effect be good?"

"... this feeling, so cool!"

Huai Shi looked down incredulously, looked at the tea cup in his hand, and felt a wonderful tea fragrance still wrapped around his mouth. The tea that he drank into his belly seemed to rise, bringing a continuous and wonderful response, which made him unable to breathe, swept away the troubles in his chest, and his body and mind were quiet.

The restless heart quickly calmed down and felt a moment of serenity.

"How did it cook?" He sipped the tea in his cup carefully. "I'll go back and prepare a little bit."

The office manager laughed, and looked old and relieved: "Sure enough, Mr. Huai Shi, you know art best, so I will write down the method later. Although many of them depend on experience to judge, you Try more and you will always be as good as I am. "

"Tell me carefully." Huai Shi's eyes lit up, and he came over and asked.

As the two exchanged tea-making skills and cooking skills, a faint roar came from above their heads.

At this moment, the iron pedestal was suspended above the sky, but a dark shadow appeared on the iron pedestal's deck, gradually extending forward.

The unreal light source transformed by the dome giant was dead.

The overwhelming cluster of airships roared from a higher altitude.

The director's words stopped a little, and looked up, staring at the airship cluster going away, unable to help squinting.

"I have to say that this reckless and retreat gesture is really pleasing to the eye."

Said, he raised his teacup, said goodbye to the Ivy emblem on the flagship of the airship, and watched the departure of the losers.

"farewell."

Huai Shi tried to raise his head, looked up, and narrowed his eyes.

Seems to be vaguely visible at the top of the flagship, and there are two vague shadows overlooking them, but it is not clear. But one of the outlines is very familiar.

"farewell."

He raised his hand and waved it vigorously.

The other party raised his hand.

Cast a shadow of the **** on the deck on the iron crystal base, and finally, a neck was gestured.

——Scum, within three days the shark has gotten you, and the skin has been picked for you!

Probably means that.

Huai Shi raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders, and watched the shadow of the airship drift away, taking back his eyes.

Continue drinking tea.

Start enjoying the life of salted fish again.

"Speaking of it, there is still good news that I haven't had time to tell you." The Registrar suddenly said: "But thinking about it, it is better to let the person thank you in person."

"Party?"

Huai Shi raised his head in doubt.

Saw the man who had been waiting for a long time, widened his eyes and froze in place.

"Look, Huai Shi, you didn't do nothing." The chief raised his brows happily. "In this hell, at least one person was saved because of you ..."

"Condela?" "Huai Shi is incredible," You, are you alive? "

"Although I don't know why it was selected by the records of the kingdom of heaven, but is it alive?"

The former thing named ‘Condra’ looked down, and thanked his chest, “Thank you for everything, Mr. Huai Shi.”

In his hand, a heavy book emerged.

--"Les Miserables".

"Is that right?"

In a sudden surprise, Huai Shi couldn't help laughing.

"It seems that there are occasional good things in hell!"

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"Have you made any friends, Liz?"

In the higher sky, on the outer deck above the airbag of the airship, the old man in the wheelchair turned back and looked at the angry girl beside him.

Litz turned back and looked serious: "Is there anyone under the world who cares about this relationship called friends, teacher."

Michelle smiled: "I think it's good for you to make more friends. If you always look like a high priest, sometimes you feel lonely?"

"When I pick up his skin and give it to the skinner, sacrifice the offal to Kukulkan, and give the heart and head to the first sun, I will consider making friends with the rest of him."

Liz replied seriously: "In addition, I don't think it is possible to get along with that guy in a friendly way. Please take a rest and recuperate, don't think about it. Is it so cold outside, you should go back."

"It just blows, what's the big deal?"

Michelle shook his head indifferently, looked down, looking at the steel bracelet like a shackle on his wrist, just on the small display of the bracelet, it was slightly orange.

Has gradually faded from the red area, but there is no safe green zone.

This is proof of soul pollution.

Signs of solidification.

His own business, he knew it himself.

It is as if miracles and disasters are often both sides.

As an alchemist, Michelle could n’t possibly not know what he was doing.

Beyond his own limits, regardless of the consequences, he hastily urged the miracles to mark and run in **** for such a long time ... Before that, he already knew the possible consequences.

The so-called sublimation and solidification are concepts relative to the sea of ​​silver, and are the terms used to describe and define the state of the soul.

Corresponds to the division of the state of matter in physics-liquid, gas and solid.

If the soul that gathers all mankind turns into an endless ocean, and the sea of ​​silver that holds up the three blockades is liquid, then the sublimator who separates himself from the sea of ​​silver is a gaseous state. No matter how large it is, compared to the sea of ​​silver, it is small like a plume of water.

On the contrary, if it is dropped by the gravity of the abyss and sinks into hell, it will become solid.

Is like three different intervals on a status bar.

It is a pity that there is no possibility of reversal, and its change is often unidirectional.

Once the sublimator is separated from the sea of ​​silver, the source can no longer return to the sea of ​​silver after death. Once the abyss is selected and solidified, the original lightness cannot be restored.

The existence of the sublimator is like a barrier layer between the solid state represented by **** and the liquid state represented by the present.

Once he cannot resist the erosion of hell, the soul will usher in assimilation of **** in the dissolution of the sacred mark, and finally solidify again.

Is like smashing the original things and then putting them together again, which is not what it used to be.

The price of soul sublimation is to face hell.

Embracing the side effects of miracles, even disasters will follow suit.

Represents the sacred mark of ‘miracle’ and the disaster of the ‘deep abyss’, both of which are the same source, but the expression is very different.

The sublimator is given a miracle, and the solidifier is the disaster itself.

Even if they only appear in the present situation, it will increase the distortion of the entire present situation. Even if they do nothing, they themselves will accelerate the decline of the current situation.

Not to mention, how desperate they would do in pursuit of distortion.

This is no longer within the control of the subjective will.

Just as if the Saint Mark would instinctively pursue a miracle and pursue his own destiny, the disaster after solidification will also yearn for growth.

One is the diffusion of growth and the other is the devouring of death, which is essentially different.

Any coagulator will be regarded as cancer cells in the current situation, as an enemy by the sea of ​​silver, not to mention the hunt and eradication of the Astronomical Society, the suppression of the three major blockades ...

And now, Michelle even feels incredible.

He was still alive, but there were some signs and signs of solidification, and he did not fall into the abyss completely.

In addition to the scary Ivy League medical technology, it can only be said that good luck is incredible.

Everyone was relieved and thanked the gods for their blessing.

But Michelle felt that maybe ... there is a possibility of shame.

——The king of Mikhail deliberately left his hand, even indirectly interfering with the degree of his erosion, deliberately chose passive defense, and did not give him the opportunity to cross that fatal boundary.

Do not allow him to fall into that ugly state ...

Just thinking of the possibility, Michelle couldn't help but shamefully want to punish herself.

The guy knew long ago that he would not be grateful even if he was alive, but he still made a choice. Compared with this kind of supreme mercy and charity, compared with solidification and death, Michelle really did not know which one caused him more pain.

In the cold wind at high altitude, the old man in a wheelchair took a breath and sighed softly: "Autism and arrogance, which one is more annoying, Liz."

Liz thought about it and shook her head: "I don't know, it feels very troublesome."

"Yeah, it's very troublesome. You shouldn't have a relationship with such a person at the beginning. It is best to let him get far away and never appear in front of you."

Michelle said, looking at the outline of the distant iron crystal base gradually disappearing, but then could not help laughing at himself.

Compared to the time when there was a happy memory, and finally turned against each other, it might be better to not look good on both sides at the beginning. It would be better not to have more contacts?

Suddenly recalled what happened decades ago.

That is still so vivid memories today.

In the dim sunlight in the afternoon, he saw the silent young boy next to the teacher for the first time.

The teenager lowered his head, his lips slightly pursed, and dared not look up at the eyes of others, his black hair glowed with golden light under the sunset.

Teacher said, "His name is Mikhail, the same as your name ..."

When I stretched out my hand with a smile and expressed goodwill to the teenager, did you expect the present scene?

He sighed and closed his eyes melancholy.

The last counterattack came down.

After all, failed.

"Sorry, teacher." Liz lowered her head, not knowing how to face him: "If at that time I ..."

"What does this have to do with you, Liz."

Michelle looked up, looking at her guilt, could not help laughing: "Teacher's failure, do you still need to bear the responsibility of the students? It is too unreasonable.

Moreover, in the face of such enemies, who dare to say that there is such a glorious and dazzling hero with a certain victory? "

Liz did not speak.

"Look up, Liz."

Michelle laughed, reached out, and patted her shoulder: "It's just a game lost, don't worry about it ... The teacher lost a game, how can even the students become downcast?"

He said: "Let's go back, the wind outside is too strong."

Liz nodded, pushed up the wheelchair, and walked towards the open door.

Drowsy, Michelle heard the girl behind him.

"If the teacher hasn't finished, please leave it to me."

In the silence, Liz promised softly: "I will win, keep winning—until everyone knows that Liz Hutmork's teacher is Michelle."

Michelle froze for a long time.

Couldn't help laughing.

"Okay."

Michelle nodded with a smile, "If the teacher can't do it, you will work hard."

This is the agreement between master and apprentice.

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"No need to disturb them, let's deal with the rest."

In the cabin, Pan Delong looked at the scene under surveillance. For a long time, he withdrew his eyes and looked up.

After a heavy transparent wall, before the scholars and alchemists, the wreckage hung by countless equipment-a huge creation like a dormant warehouse.

That's the only loot of Ivy League, the last wreckage of the heart of the permafrost furnace.

One of the disasters left by the founders.

——Eternal life machine!

"Second prize."

The old man sighed softly: "Although I didn't get the heart of the permafrost furnace, but with this thing, the duration of the" Sunstone "can be shortened at least.

Following the final seal injection, the torrent-like liquid source material was poured into the isolation bin, quickly qualitatively changed to freeze, and this precious disaster sample was completely sealed.

The Eternal Life Machine has been saved.

"Let's go."

Pan Delong retracted his sight and turned towards the bridge.

It did n’t take long for the huge wind tunnel to open at the end of **** in the roar.

The mighty cluster of airships departed, no longer missed.

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"have they gone?"

The bridge of the iron crystal base, the Grand Master waved indifferently and switched the projection of the large screen. So the huge design emerged from the transmission, almost occupying the entire bridge.

Even with such a large scale, it is still impossible to show the details of it one by one, and it can only barely show some of the outlines.

"The project is much larger than expected." Grandmaster frowned: "I'm afraid it can't be completed successfully only by the iron crystal base."

"Of course not only you, I have used the dragon flute to pass the signal. About half a month later," Red Deer "and" Grey Stork "will report."

Russell said: "In addition to Bai Dou's other tasks, the four campuses in the abyss will obey your instructions. All the power of the Ivory Tower in **** is entrusted to you, Mikhail."

"It's not enough ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The grandmaster shook his head.

"After all, it is not the time when the ideal country is still there, and the family can be squandered casually. You must learn to be frugal." Russell sighed: "We have limited conditions, you must be frugal ... Moreover, an entire mechanized hell, all It's ready-made, right in front of your eyes, hasn't this solved the most arduous work? "

"Do you think alchemy is building a house?"

Mikhail glared: "Even if the mechanized **** is completed, it can't be used casually! Recasting the Hades giant is not that simple! Do you expect me to make a defective product?"

"What if we recede for the second?"

Russell suddenly asked, "What if we do not rebuild Osiris?"

Grandmaster frowned: "You play with me to change the set you need? Do you want me to redo the design for you?"

"No, I mean, isn't there two of the fifth order of the Eternal Road?"

Russell said calmly: "Osiris is no longer suitable for today's era, Mikhail.

As what the national genealogy needs today, it is not a war weapon that destroys everything, but a camp that can cultivate and recuperate, a temporary home, a retreat, and an existence that is sufficient to replace the ‘nowhere.’ "

With Russell's words, the design suspended in the bridge suddenly changed.

The giant who originally supported the creation of Hades disappeared, replaced by a majestic and sacred outline, which is also the fifth order of the kingdom of heaven and the eternal road. It is also a huge miracle like an artificial **** ...

In the silence, Grand Master's eyes gradually light up.

"——Fortress of Heaven Prison Horus!"