Apocalyptic Forecast

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At that moment, the violent wind whistled past.

The hand hanging high in the sky slowly lifted up, pointing at the brightly lit New Ocean City in the distance, 5 fingers slowly clenched.

It's like catching something invisible.

Pull hard!

The sharp hissing burst from in the sky, as if the sounds of countless glass were overlapped in one place, and the crazy loud noise spread.

Heaven and Earth shakes.

As if pulling the wedge that fixed the sky and thick soil.

At that moment, a white shadow fell under a street lamp on the outskirts of New Ocean.

"Finally, catch up!"

The white dove slowly folded its wings and landed on the slender arm of the girl.

As if she had finished a marathon, she was already sweating and sweating, her tight sports T-shirt and night running pants were soaked, and she was wetly attached to her beautiful body.

Unfortunately, no one is fortunate to watch.

She gasped and looked at the palm suspended in the air dozens of kilometers away, shaking her head helplessly.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come alive, slowly raising her hands, as if pulling out an invisible weapon, 2 pieces.

Cut forward.

So silence came.

For a moment, the roar in the distance, the cry of Flying Insect, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the surging river, the rising fire, and the solid earth all stagnate.

Seems frozen by invisible forces.

At the next moment, a subtle, indistinguishable trace extended from her feet, extending straight forward, spanning 23 kilometers and 410 one meter.

Accurate to the arrival of destruction between millimeters.

Simply and neatly, the palm parted from the center and fell towards the 2 sides. Then, it broke off and broke into 4 pieces.

4 pieces have not been scattered, and then collapsed into 8 pieces.

One, two, four, eight, ten six, thirty two, 2, 4, 8... the cruel and precise geometric growth has been extended to the end of human observation.

In the end, the broken Elementium burst out.

It turned into a fire that burned everything.

So far, there is a period before the sword that there is no action to describe.

ended.

"I hope there won't be too many victims."

She sighed sadly, and heard the phone in her pocket again.

"Hey? I'll be here soon! I was lost just now. I'm really lost...Your airdrop is definitely a problem! I'll be here in 5 minutes, 5 minutes...Aiya, I'm on the way..."

Both the pigeon and the girl disappeared.

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"Great Heaven And Earth · Divine Freedom..."

When the palm of Windstorm's beast shattered, Red Glove's face changed to black, and his voice squeezed through his teeth:

"——【White Emperor 】!"

Pa!

A broken voice suddenly emerged from his face.

The traces of fragmentation spread, and in an instant, as if there were countless messy knives, his half body turned into flesh and blood, and the invisible sword continued to tear his body until the pendant on his neck wailed-- The blank puppet shattered into dust.

The blank puppet replaces him and bears the aftermath of White Emperor's sword.

But even the last trace of "radiation" leaked made him miserable.

Even the Soul-manifested object—Sneering Fish Tank in his hand showed a tragic gap, one of the 2 fry had turned his belly.

The other wobbled half dead, seeing that it didn't take long to live.

"Damn it, those monsters..."

Red Glove stooped abruptly, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and heard heavy footsteps ringing in the distance-the army had started to move-a fierce flash in his eyes, pulled out the detonator from his arms, and suddenly pressed drop.

The plastic explosives placed at the 4th place of the church lit up the final countdown, so that the last trace will be completely removed after ten or five seconds.

It doesn’t matter if you fail, as long as that Cauldron Of Reincarnation is still...

He turned around and reached out to Bu Dao Altar, but that palm and his grinous smile were stiff in one place-Bu Dao Altar was empty!

Gone!

Cauldron Of Reincarnation is gone!

The box no longer knows when it will disappear!

He opened Dao Altar furiously, but found nothing. He roared hoarsely 2 times. In the footsteps of the approaching foot, he frantically opened the entire cloth Dao Altar and still couldn't find anything.

When the door of the remaining part of the church was suddenly opened, and the repressed troops broke in, only a man with red eyes like a mad dog stood on the table.

He snorted and gestured a middle finger at the group of soldiers with disdain: "Come on, shit, you corpses of the Astronomical Society!"

He threw away a poker.

Poker suddenly folds in half in the air, pulling his body together, and then he folds in half again with poker, again in half. In an instant, it became an insignificant little spot, sucked in by a deep cave, and disappeared.

In the next moment, the flame of destruction swallowed everything.

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The feeling of excessive blood loss was not painful.

I can't even feel the pain.

It’s just sleepy, there’s no energy left and right, drowsily, as if nothing matters... I want to sleep, I want to rest, I want to end this fucking life.

Close your eyes and feel at ease to accept this long-suffering after-satisfaction—Cháng'ān sleeps undisturbed.

Death is coming.

After seeing that many deaths, that many different deaths, Huai Shi found that he finally ushered in his own ending.

It’s not scary, it’s not painful, and it’s not even hard.

Just sleepy and confused.

In a trance, he felt that someone was pushing his body, holding a stick against it, pushing forward, little by little, like a snail pushing a stone.

He was turned over, lying on a broken carpet, pulled by someone, and dragged somewhere.

Smelt the smell of burning, heard the sound of shattering, and hoarse moaning, as if the entire world were being destroyed.

There was water droplets on Huai Shi's face.

Bloody smell.

He opened his eyes hard and saw Liu Dongli beside him, and the old man staggering and crawling on the carpet in front of him.

The one-legged silhouette struggled forward, opened a door, and turned back.

His face seemed to be broken, there was no change on one side, the dead body was pale, and the other half was twitching violently with convulsions, with half of his body.

It seemed that half of him had died, and half of him was struggling hard, but there was no cure.

Seeing Huai Shi's tranced eyes, he ducked his eyes and just rolled up the carpet with difficulty, wrapped him and Liu Dongli together, and rolled forward strenuously.

"I'm sorry...I have to save her...Huai Shi, only I can save her...sorry..."

He murmured hoarsely, like an apology, but he didn't expect a response, he just said to himself: "I'm sorry... sorry..."

The sound of a phone rang, and the big lama of the copycat machine was singing some love songs with joy, shouting her husband and so on, but no one connected.

"I am sorry……"

There was blood falling on Huai Shi's face, with the temperature of tears.

He was pushed up, pushed into the darkness behind the door, rolled down the long steps, and fell into a cellar full of debris and pickles.

During the tumbling and falling, Huai Shi saw the face of Old Yang for the last time.

He leaned on the door frame and looked at the teenager. The corners of his mouth twitched at an awkward angle, like a smile, holding the still-vibrating phone in his hand and waving at him.

It's like saying goodbye.

Huai Shi opened his mouth and wanted to call him, but couldn't make a sound.

The door was closed.

In the darkness, the roar of an explosion came from afar, horrible flames and high temperatures swept the entire church, turning all the last remains into ashes.

Huai Shi closed his eyes.

Death hugged him.

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"Someone, trust me, give everyone... bring a sentence..."

The stiff man was trapped in the chair, twitching nervously, and the goldfish in his eyes swam lifelessly.

"He said...he said...he said..."

His expression suddenly went crazy, with a grinning smile.

"——Green Sun, will eventually shine in the world."

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

His head exploded in the sudden sound of the gunshot, but the gunshot had not stopped. After emptying a magazine, he replaced a new magazine and continued to pull the trigger.

Until something on the chair becomes a rotten flesh.

A broken goldfish jumped out of the empty skull and was hit by a bullet into a stinky sauce, which soon dehydrated into a pinch of powder.

"Have you caught it?"

Ai Qing expressionlessly dropped the gun in his hand, and looked up to see the expression of middle age person, no longer covering up his unhappiness: "Needless to say, escaped, right? We persisted for so long, caught up with the scrubbing? "

"He has a Border Relic that can make a short jump, and we have blocked the surroundings of New Ocean..."

"What about survivors?"

Ai Qing is not interested in hearing him continue.

"……searching."

"Then keep looking."

Ai Qing withdrew his line of sight, "Digging the ground 3 feet also needs to be found until the body is found."

There is no objection.

When midnight arrived, news came from the ruins of the collapsed church that was digging: "Liu Dongli and Huai Shi have found it!"

Outside of the ruins, Ai Qing is still sitting in a wheelchair, looking calm: "What is the situation?"

"Liu Dongli is alive and seriously injured, as for Huai Shi..."

The reporting person paused, his expression hesitating:

"Rescue."

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There was a mess in the temporary rescue room. Ai Qing waited quietly outside the door, listening to the noisy and chaotic sound inside.

"Hu suck? Is there any?"

"It's gone, the pulse is almost gone. Hurry up and inject..."

"No, the heartbeat is disordered, it's almost gone... What about the defibrillator? Give me the defibrillator!"

"One, two, three!"

Bang!

"One, two, three!"

Bang!

……

After a long time, there was no more sound in it. The rescued doctor came out and took off his mask. He looked sorry: "Sorry, one step late..."

Ai Qing nodded, did not speak, and allowed those people to walk past him.

Soon, Ai Qing finally saw Huai Shi.

As if sleeping, the teenager was lying on the operating table, the bullet holes in his chest were pale, and no blood had even flowed out.

The hollow pupil looked at the shadowless lamp above his head.

The final heartbeat stalls.

Ai Qing was silent, her eyes closed, and the palms of the handrails showed pale colors. For a long time, she calmly said: "Then...then let the process go."

She turned the wheelchair and wanted to leave.

But then, the rotation of the wheelchair stopped abruptly.

She seemed to hear something.