Fantasy World Transmigration

A somewhat fat hand, but well-maintained, was shaking tightly as it held a few light pieces of paper in it. "Le \u003cWen" novel

It can be seen that the owner of this hand must be pampered at ordinary times. His nails are meticulously trimmed, and the only trace on his thick fingers is a little yellowish callus left by a cigar.

The ruby ​​cufflinks without any impurities on the wrist, the exquisite and elegant classical mechanical watch, and even the neat, soft and textured fabrics, and the cufflinks that fit very well, all of which show that the owner of this hand must be elegant and slow at ordinary times They are doing things that suit their identities, pointing out the country, and deciding the lives of tens of millions of people.

But now, this hand seems to be out of control, this hand that points the servants, this hand that picks up the fruits of other people's labor and dislikes it like garbage, this noble, honorable hand that is always in the center of people's sight , but trembling like a loss of control, even a few thin pieces of paper are as heavy as a mountain.

"Ridiculous! Ridiculous! Arrogant! Who does he think he is? What is he! Can he challenge us?" An exasperated, terrified voice sounded, as if filled with endless resentment and deep fear, "Apocalypse, who is he? ?He’s just a clown who popped out of nowhere, he deserves to question us, does he want to challenge us too?”

"Does he know our power? The gold inlaid on my toilet can kill him! Does he know what kind of power he has provoked? I want to teach him a lesson, and teach those lunatics a lesson! No Is it fusion nuclear energy? Isn’t it just a high-energy battery? I want to buy it, and I can do whatever I want! I want the whole world to use electricity, so they can use it!”

Saif forgot his current identity, he imagined that he would use money to bring down General Electric Company of the United States. Looking at the group of arrogant, damned people lying on his feet and licking the soles of his shoes. As ever, the American energy companies smugly fawn over him. He can be anything he wants, a nine-year-old girl, or anything crazier.

"I want to put a bounty on his life first, I want to see that guy's head, what apocalypse, without the protection of the government, he is nothing, this world is our world. I want to expose the ridiculous lies of the United States, how can nuclear fusion succeed How dare you succeed?" Saif stood up abruptly, his beard trembling, and before he had time to adjust his scarf, he hurried to the front of the video call.

"More than one billion people in the world rely on the oil industry to live, and more rely on ethylene, petrochemical industry, automobile industry, plastics industry, aerospace, this world is the world on oil. It is our world, we stipulate it, We control it. If you don't want to die together, you have to listen to us!" Saif said hysterically with red eyes.

In such a state, almost all the people in the hall exist. Saif is not the most extreme of them. These well-dressed people in robes and suits are running around like headless cockroaches, talking nonsense that they can’t understand s things. The great fear engulfed their hearts.

They used to have stomps.

The world is also shaken by their influence. They have the power to launch the first and second oil crises. They set off an economic crisis and severely damaged the brilliant results of the world economy. They used to be the elites who influenced the world. Countless people worked hard all their lives just to be their slaves and make money for them. Countless human elites squeezed their heads and wanted to have dinner with them.

Their taste is fashion, their hobbies are trends, they dig out the dark underground wealth, sell it to the whole world at the price of gold, enjoy the most luxurious and presumptuous life, no need to learn and be skilled, no need to work hard Hard work, openness and innovation, they are born noble!

This seems to be a natural axiom, they have strength, they are excellent, they have drawn a deep gap between themselves and ordinary people.

But all of this ended in the hands of one person.

He knocked Noble out of the mortal world and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.

Saif looked at the old king in the video, and murmured: "Father, we are trying to find a way. We have so many friends, and there will always be someone who can solve all this. The world economy is closely related to us, and no one dares to ignore this threat." "Tianqi, there's nothing special about it, no matter how dangerous he is, he's just one person."

"No!" On the other side of the video, the king stared numbly at the video and vetoed, "He's not alone!"

"Father, the world stands with us. The Secretary of State told me yesterday that the United States is our strong backing. Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans, just like bin Laden. Now he has touched the line. He is He's killing himself!" Saif said excitedly, "We don't even have to take action, there will be a lot of people trying to kill him!"

The king looked at him with a strange look that Saif had never seen before. It was a kind of deep despair and helplessness. Saif Cheng had seen it in the eyes of those lifeless refugees, similar The eyes, the kind of numbness to life, at this moment, he even wondered if the person opposite was his father?

"Saif!" the king sighed.

Saif made a respectful gesture of listening attentively.

"Let us pray to the Lord!" Saif looked at his father in shock, at this noble old man, abandoning his gorgeous carpet, abandoning his comfortable cushion, kneeling on the hard marble, with his buttocks facing the sky , prostrate on the ground.

Hearing his father, chanting different prayers, he prayed softly:

"Azrael! Forgive us!"

Saif finally determined that his father was crazy, which seemed to be a good thing, as the only one among his father's hundreds of sons who found out about it, he had a great possibility to inherit his father's position. But Saif had already forgotten all this, and he looked at the screen tremblingly.

Beautiful orange-yellow pupils.

If this was a beauty, Saif would marry that woman back just because of this pure, holy look. Anyway, he could marry countless wives, the taste of blasphemy would make his blood boil.

But now, he just wants to get down on his knees.

Smooth curves, wide wings, that strange creature covered with scales, when it gracefully stepped in from the door, the shocking sense of death followed Saif like a shadow. That kind of deterrence from the top of the food chain to the bottom, the nobility of wisdom over ignorance, the sanctity of purity over heterogeneity.

Only one word. Can describe the creature in front of him - the angel of death!

"Azrael! Forgive us!" Saif wailed.

Meanwhile, Saif's father. The old man lying on the ground, he turned into a ray of light, merged into the halo of the angel of death, every cell, the old body, like ice encountering hot water, silently melted into the sunlight reflected by that creature .

It's like nirvana. A smaller creature flew out of the sunlight, with a slender body, icy orange pupils, and a body shape full of killing and death. The two creatures glanced at Saif on the opposite side of the video lightly, making him experience a second like a nightmare, and then spread their wings and disappeared into the sky.

See divine scenes in the sun. Saif only had confusion and fear in his heart: what happened just now? What happened to the king?

This deep fear made him lose all thoughts of confrontation, and he stumbled as he walked. Pushing away the people who came up to stop him, he lost his mind and was terrified. He trembled, curled up on the ground, and let out an uncontrollable whine.

"That's a different species!" A voice reached his ears, Saif raised his head and saw an ordinary big boy standing in front of him, supporting him. His body exudes what Saif hates the most. Poor man stinks, but the boy is confident. Stare him straight in the eye without hesitation.

"Who allowed you to come in! This is a private place, get out!" Saif said like a conditioned reflex.

He seemed to piss off the boy, and he saw the white man stand up and say to him in a tone Saif never wanted to hear again in his life, "Do you still think it was the old days? Wake up! Apocalypse has destroyed Everything about you, he broke any pride in you, he broke the backbone of your nation."

"You can never stand up and talk to me again!"

"The oil is gone!"

When Saif heard the last sentence, his expressionless face and eyes suddenly burst out with great anger and ferocity, "What did you say? What did you say? Ridiculous, ridiculous, do you know what oil is? You Does this Luther understand? You are just a..."

"Oil has been destroyed!" the young man interrupted Saif, "Eight floors of production and five floors of reserves in the world have been destroyed! Oil is over! The oil industry system is over! Your country and nation are also over!"

"Nonsense! You put your mother's fart!" Saifu had a grim face, and he grabbed the man by the collar, trying to lift him up with all his might.

The man's hand was like an iron hoop, tightly tied Saif's hand, and said with a sneer, "Do you know the apocalypse? Do you understand his horror? Maggots rotting in the dust dare to pretend to be noble, you carrion eaters The maggots, let me tell you, Apocalypse ruined you, he strangled your lifeline like a worm."

"We can deal with him, we can eliminate him! He is just a person, what is he?" Saif struggled.

"Fool! Open your eyes and look! He's not alone, he's a catastrophe, a kind of ultimate test of humanity, the apocalypse of doom, all humanity, the whole world is against him, and the entire continent of America is in his shadow Trembling in the middle, he is the enemy of the world, the destroyer, the apocalypse, the nightmare of our lives, the nightmare of civilization!"

The young man looked directly into Saif's eyes and said with a sneer, "What can you do? Little bug?"

"In his shadow, tremble!"

"Why did he? Why did he do this? What is the xenomorph? What happened to the oil?" Saif finally calmed down, at least willing to use his brain to think.

"You are blocking the way! Bugs! So, you were crushed to death, the matter is as simple as that. All the power, strength, hard work, and wisdom, in front of that person, are as powerless as bugs, and finally crushed into slag. As for the alien species, they are the famine messengers under the apocalypse, and they have brought deadly famine."

"Energy famine!"

"They build their nests on oil, multiply mycelium, extract carbon and chemical energy, they evolve, survive, reproduce, and then like crushing eggs, they destroy your country and the military sent by the United States and the oil tycoons , In just one day, we saw that they changed from beasts to gods."

All this made Saif's mind full of confusing things, he was not clear, and it was even difficult for him to understand what the man said, the oil was destroyed! This news broke his spine, without oil, without money, their country, their nation, would be a nightmare, a deep nightmare.

Deep fear engulfed his heart, and Saif never thought about what kind of despair a world without oil would be, luxury and pomp, shattered in an instant, a country without oil, no industrial system, no jobs Citizens, and their long-standing luxury living habits, their country, their nation, will be even more miserable than the current refugees.

A desert without resources. In an instant, it will become another, the most terrifying poverty-stricken area. Their wealth will become the fattest lamb in the mouths of several big countries and consortiums. Their fate will be even more miserable than that of the Indian pariah. Thinking of this, Saif's heart has never been so calm. Others can't care about it, but he can never fall into this situation.

The education he has received has made his mind sober.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of telling me this?" Saif resumed his elite appearance, and began to calmly consider his own interests.

"My name is Gene! Come to find someone who supports me in defeating Apocalypse! You have seen the last side of the king, and the most favorable heir, the future master of the royal family, I need your support!" Gene faded away, once As an ordinary young man, he was able to show his ease and confidence in front of Saif with ease.

The terrified elites in the hall, the politicians and Saif's clansmen, don't know that the end has come! At least for them, their wealth, their power, everything they were proud of, noble, was crushed into the dust by a shadow, and what awaited them would be a nightmare, a nightmare for a nation.

Gene looked at these elites who were pretending to be noble before they died, and showed an extremely malicious smile. He thought with some pleasure: "What about wealth? What about power? If you don't know the future or the general trend, you will be crushed." Broken, fall into hell!" He looked maliciously at those people who had been aloof in the past, showing their confusion and fear.

Imagine the despair on their faces when they heard that news.

In the depths of my memory, there was a voice that looked like an old man, a child, a man, a woman, a saint, and a sinner: "No one is born noble, but we will be kings!"

Gene thought in a daze: This is the era of man, the era when man is king. And the king must break his sword first! But we will be kings! This is our time, let the nobility and power of the past be destroyed in the flames of the future! (To be continued) () "Fantasy World Crossing" only represents the author Chen Yixi's point of view. If you find that its content violates national laws and conflicts, please delete it. Our position is only committed to providing healthy and green content Read the platform. 【】,thank you all!