Apocalyptic Forecast

Vol 2 Chapter 334: I think this big lizard country is going to finish

Under the faint yellow sky with a trace of blood, the earth was covered with scars.

It seems that huge cracks leading to the abyss are crisscrossing the ground, and compared with them, even if it is as large as the current Huai poetry, it is nothing more than an insignificant dust.

With the crisscrossing of the fissures, a huge mountain has been completely separated.

Just like the kindergarten children drink too much vodka to divide the cake, it is simply messy, which is completely inconsistent with the common sense of geography.

On the broken mountain at the forefront of Huai Shi, is the king of the lizard monk's mouth.

But the problem is that in addition to the heavily guarded king capital, other high mountains clearly established a fortress that was completely different from their king, but at the same time full of cold air.

Is like ... confronting each other.

Huai Shi could even see the brown blood stains left after the walls were spattered and dried up.

Across the distance, a rancid smell came from the deep valley. I don't know how many corpses are rotting to emit such a strong odor, which makes Huai Shi more uncomfortable.

"That's also the king capital."

The monk ’s snake-eyed vertical pupil reveals indescribable hatred: "The kings of the unbelievers, the lair of heretics, is where the devil gathers on the ground ... One day, those sinners will be destroyed in the thunder of God's penalty!

"... Your **** is quite creative."

Huai Shi climbed to a mound, looked up into the distance, and was almost amused.

The kings are all built on the edge of the cracks in the abyss, relying on the fortune to build the fortress, and then guard against each other.

Now, it seems that those cracks are the signs of dividing the territory between countries?

But where did so many geniuses who moved the king to the national border and transformed into a military fortress? Isn't the Son of Heaven guarding the country?

Is simply the wish to get up every morning before going to the toilet to get a wave of royal driving.

What is the picture?

Is simply faulty.

Since its establishment until now, it seems that many years have passed.

One of the six cities is now completely decayed, collapsed, and turned into a ruin, while the other five cities still maintain their hostility and are strife.

Standing dozens of kilometers away, Huai Shi had already smelled the various flavors floating from there.

The taste of the beast.

I don't know how many explorers are in those cities now, waiting for the beginning of the eternal battle.

"How many GMs are there?" Huai Shi asked.

"There are about five exposed on the bright side."

Fu Yi glanced at the small map: "One on this side, three on the left, and one on the opposite ..."

"The authority dog ​​is so good."

Huai Shi took a sip of lemon and glanced at the fanatic monk: "Come on, lead the way ... Did n’t your majesty want to see me?"

"Please follow me."

The monk picked up the incense burner and walked towards the lonely city on the mountain.

.

The whole king is actually full of a strange taste.

From standing in front of the narrow city gate and looking up at the towering wall, I realized an incomprehensible confusion from this almost absurd Gothic style.

——It's so bad, why haven't your big lizard kingdoms yet died?

Under the cold walls and the sharp spires, a gloomy and sharp shadow was cast, covering a numb face.

Every pair of open eyes are covered with bloodshot eyes, and when gazing at Huai Shi, it is uncomfortable and fanatical.

When Huai Shi walked into the city, no one feared that the evil beasts on this avenue would devour themselves, but could not wait to crawl on the ground, begging the gift of the Great Spirit.

The sound of coughing, moaning, and the sound of screaming from afar.

And, the smell of rancidity.

Pedestrians are scarce and almost turned into an empty city, but the strange sound behind the wall is one hundred times that of the pedestrians on the street today.

It seems that more dying people are making their own voices unwillingly.

Fear, restlessness, pain and despair.

Incomprehensible fanaticism.

Pray.

Those clear, vague, hoarse or high-pitched voices converge in one place, and recite the God-given classics in the cold and gloomy bells.

When walked up the ascending steps, Huai Shi felt that the rancid smell became stronger and stronger.

This strange feeling of strangeness, as if step by step into a rotten corpse of a giant beast.

The smell of decay is everywhere.

"Too greedy." Fu Yi whispered: "Are you at the border and hell?"

"Fart, there is an amusement park in hell, do you know the giant fun? None of the people who went to the ghost castle to jump on Di did not give us praise!"

Huai Shi felt that at this time, as a prince of paradise, he must stand up and give his work unit a name, but Fu Yi did not believe at all.

He was about to say something more, and he heard roar.

It was a loud noise when the palace gate opened.

The heavy rocks rubbed against each other, and the solemn faces on the countless reliefs seemed to roar with their mouths open, singing the carols in unison. It was so fragrant that the smell of Huai Shi's sense of discomfort was overwhelmed, drowning them ...

But Fu Yi said that he didn't smell anything and was not affected at all.

Just reminded him that there was a huge red reaction on the map that could not be analyzed by the system panel of an astronomical society in front of him, so let him be more careful.

With the opening of the heavy and heavy palace gate, Huai Shi drove all the way in, and even the guards did not see a few at all. Only a few rickets standing in the armor standing in the corner, the sound of gasping and coughing was so fine.

No one will accidentally kill everyone in the next moment.

Until the end, Huai Shi finally met His Majesty the King in the magnificent and solemn hall of the past ... but everything was different from what he thought.

Once the magnificence is now bleak and decaying, the solemn coldness has also become strange and uncomfortable.

In the hoarse chants of the monks, Huai Shi smelled the rotten smell coming from the curtain.

It was a run-down atmosphere that could not be concealed no matter how solemn hymns and rich incense ...

The tall throne was covered with grey yarn and silk, and the dust on it was almost doubtful whether the palace had washed the curtains in the time from the completion of the decoration to the present.

Is even more noticeable, the rickety and thin silhouette on the throne, and the subtle husky moan like a murmur.

Is like talking.

But the voice was not clear.

Only the old priests crawling under the throne listened respectfully, and for a long time, the aging chief priest raised his turbid eyes and looked at the giant poem called Huai poem under the steps.

"Your Majesty expresses her heartfelt gratitude and appreciation for your coming, and admires your jealous character and righteous indignation for the impure."

"..." Huai Shi stunned.

Are you all translators?

But do n’t bluff me, the king just coughed a few times and took a few breaths. How could you translate it for a long time for your translation?

He raised his eyelids in amazement, fearing that the old product would suddenly tell himself after a while: I'm sorry I can't understand what the king is saying, just turned a few blindly.

After the curtain was dropped, the moan on the throne sounded again, and the chief priest grinned and raised his hands proudly: "My emperor's heart is happy!"

"My Emperor's Heart !!!"

Below the steps, the creeping priests shouted excitedly.

Ok, please be happy to get such a big battle, are you afraid that people do n’t know that you are happy?

"The battle of eternal life is about to start, and the great spirits with divine intent, please also rest for a while in the temple with other great spirits."

The chief priest continued to translate: "It is your destiny to show your talents in this war to maintain righteousness and divinity. As for everything else, there is no need for any worries.

We will provide you with all the food and water, I hope you will be able to rejuvenate and rejuvenate, to put an end to the eternal war that proves that God is where it is. "

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, seeming to listen to the moan behind the curtain, and then said with a loud voice: "At that time, the strongest great spirit will be above the altar with the noble Eucharist of God- Two is one! "

Following his fanatical shouting, the thick curtain of heavy silk finally opened slowly towards the sides under the pull of the long hooks of the attendants.

And Huai Shi finally got a glimpse of the holy object enshrined by the rich incense on the high altar after the throne.

Represents the proof that the gods once existed.

A shrivelled and decayed pupil with broken eyes.

Is only the size of a fist.

Is covered with cracks.

Is like a shattered glass marble, in which scarlet color almost overflows from the scar, turning into a thin line, winding down the altar.

That was the source of the huge unknown red reaction.

Just stared at it, and felt the tingling of his eyes. The scales of Huai Shi were in painful friction. The ancient sight was squeezing consciousness and soul, forcing him to bow down in front of the noble Eucharist.

But he was more concerned about the rickety and old king on the throne in front of the altar.

Why hasn't he died yet?

No matter who saw the king in the first moment, he should think so.

Has decayed to that state, has it begun to rot? On the shriveled body, one of the pupils of the shadows still opened stubbornly.

Even if the eyes are dim and dull.

Looks like a corpse.

But from the sacrificial body of the altar, a thin line of sticky and fine blood was slowly wandering and fell on his body, sustaining his life with divine power.

His senseless pain seems to continue into eternity ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The unsightly distortion has been entangled in every place of the body, but he is still breathing, moaning, living in experience s pain.

The alienated bone pierced from his skull, decorated with gem-like mold, and formed a deformed crown from his head.

Under the old and discolored silk garments, on the chest that shriveled like a skull, the heart was still stubbornly beating.

With the difficult rhythm of the pulse, the blood vessels that grew out of his body sank into the throne behind him, walking through the rocks, already spreading to the deepest part of the city like the roots of trees. The whole cold and gloomy king was shrouded in it.

Connected him to this city.

'S weak breath is like a spider silk, pulling the force of great powers, and mortally maintaining the last trace of life in this country.

Huai Shi finally understood why this city could still survive in so many disasters.

"Please, you ... Da Ling ..."

On the throne, the dying but immortal king struggled with an ugly smile, and finally made a husky voice in his moan.

"Please give me ... give this country ..."

"The Last Salvation and Freedom ..."

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