Apocalyptic Forecast
Chapter 778: Dream is the opposite
When the dawn passes, there is still darkness between heaven and earth. When the sun rose, it was unable to illuminate the heavy clouds covering the earth.
Thunder and lightning flashed over the inner circle of Danbo.
Countless rays of light flickered between the dark clouds, illuminating the strange shadows that wriggle in another world after the clouds...
But this is not a rare thunderstorm in the news, but the **** on earth is taking shape.
In the long time, countless painful souls were pushed into despair a little bit, ushered in the blowout and explosion of the abyss, and finally fell into the **** that they created.
It is too painful to live in the human world.
They have no choice.
The only place I can go...flee to hell.
In the self-evoking dragon flute's probe, all the numerical changes are extremely intuitive and clearly visible. Behind the countless changes, the creation framework from the abyss emerges, showing hideousness.
"[Truth Hengchang]?"
Russell's projection whispered softly, "Is it really Woodman's handwriting?"
"One of the creators of the Golden Dawn?"
Isaac asked: "I heard that he was dead when he fell in heaven."
"Yes." Russell said, "I killed him myself."
"……"
In the silence, Isaac was stunned and looked at the projection, but Russell’s projection was still calm, expressionless, only the gloomy eyes that showed the chill like a beast.
"Unfortunately, it's too late." Russell said, "If it were a little bit easier, it wouldn't be endless trouble."
The name ‘William Robert Woodman’ is already dead.
died in the hands of Russell 70 years ago, just when the kingdom of heaven fell.
But his works are still circulated in the world—his last masterpiece is also his inheritor. It is like a poisonous meme that spreads throughout the world, gathering the dark ‘things like spirit’ of human nature.
"This is probably what the so-called ‘the ghost is not scattered’, right?"
Russell sighed in annoyance: "He sacrificed his soul and stigmata to his work, and created a phantom that does not exist in this world, spread by mouth, ear and words, even if it is a memetic operation of the Astronomical Society. Can't be isolated."
Like a virus, it turned into ubiquitous fragments, parasitic in the sea of silver, and it is difficult to eradicate.
"For seventy years, he has been like a devil, tirelessly tempting people to **** and ruining himself. I don't know how many riots have been triggered."
"Sounds like'Mephistopheles'."
"Who said no? Have you seen the broken book of "Faust"? That is the companion he took away from heaven...the thing is like a master, can you only say that?"
Russell knocked on the tabletop and said coldly: "If it were him, the cell source of the'Beast of Immortality' could be explained. After all, the Golden Dawn is a remnant of the Utopia. It is not surprising to have this collection.
I tried my best to provoke the general's ambitions and created all of this. Two major elements of destruction were introduced in the present situation, right? "
He said: "The [fusion] of the elements of destruction."
In this **** on earth, the combination of destruction elements is about to begin.
The seeds capable of destroying the world are slowly sprouting in the gestation.
The element of destruction is called element because of the existence of such hidden dangers.
——The power that may destroy the present situation.
What I said in this way is too general and it is just information released to the outside world.
Before the disappearance of the previous generation of presidents, a total of twenty-four elements of destruction have been revealed on the Stele of the Silent.
Twenty-four forces that can destroy the entire world. Nine of them have been permanently taken in by the Survival House, and four, including Old Gaia, have been completely destroyed.
But there are too many things that may destroy the entire world. At best, it is only possible. Do you need to be so concerned?
There is so much in this world that can destroy all of this, who can count it? More often, to usher in destruction, it only takes a madman who does not hesitate to ignite the fuse.
To be more precise, the so-called ‘destructive element’ should be that once a certain prerequisite is fulfilled, it will inevitably be able to destroy the present thing!
This is a secret strictly guarded by the institutions above the decision-making room. As the vice principal of the Ivory Tower, Isaac has only heard a few words.
For example-the destruction elements actually correspond to each other.
The essence of the twenty-four elements of destruction is calculated through the Stele of the Silent, mobilizing the infinite wisdom of the Sea of Silver. The twelve kinds of ‘destruction ending’ that will appear in the future.
Once the corresponding elements of destruction are combined, the fate and future of everything will be completely rewritten.
The destruction of the present situation is imminent.
Once the deepening is completed, the Marsh virus will begin to spread wildly and occupy everything.
In the end, combine with the divine nature of the rancher.
The faith of the undead and the existence of the undead are integrated, completing the synthesis of the elements of destruction...
"But... what the rancher corresponds to is not an immortal beast." The vice principal couldn't understand: "It should be the man in gray, right?"
"The man in gray has abandoned the abyss, Isaac, as long as he does not give up the responsibilities left to him by the president, then he will not be able to earn money for the rancher in one day, nor will he sound'Armagedo. The horn of the Battle of Dayton. That was the last protection left by the previous president to his assistant."
Russell sneered: "Guess what the'Golden Dawn' as the element of destruction corresponds to?"
Isaac did not speak.
——As an element of destruction, [Golden Dawn] corresponds to [Heaven]!
But the kingdom of heaven has fallen in Perun’s hands.
The wreckage is missing.
Isaac didn't know much about the events of the year. He didn't know whether Perun chose to destroy the kingdom of heaven to eradicate the golden dawn or for his own purposes.
Regardless of the reason, the result will not change.
As a destructive element, the Golden Dawn has just been born, and it has lost its counterpart, unable to get the final complement.
All of this is a **** experiment of the Golden Dawn.
Using the inner circle of Tanba as a petri dish, the power of two major destructive elements is combined on a mixed medium, in order to see the real result.
Breaking the **** blockade of Yingzhou is just incidental. They have to trade hundreds of thousands of lives in exchange for the final answer!
Now, under the call of more and more, the thunderclouds are beating.
The **** on earth is roaring, and the invisible gravitational force is pulling the power of the ‘blessed land’, opening the way to hell.
"MagnaEstVeritasEtPraevavebit——"
The truth is everlasting.
Above the burning Empire State Building, Woodman looked up at the gloomy sky, smiled indifferently, and built a frame of creation from **** in the increasing depth.
shrouded all of this in hell.
Numa virus is sprouting rapidly, metamorphosing and evolving again, spreading from the entire inner circle of Tanba, and deeply integrated with the increasingly divine nature...
"At this point, no matter how wasteful the Survival Institute is, it should have noticed that there is an extra ‘damper’ on the Doomsday Clock, right?"
He whispered softly, raised his head, and looked into the distance.
After the sky shattered suddenly, the light of extinction fell from the sky. The light was as sharp as a knife, cutting through the dark clouds, from south to north, and then suddenly turned around, perfectly surrounding the Danbo area.
The light is like an iron curtain, instantly isolating the inside and the outside.
Purification sequence, start!
Soon, the monsters from the “Border Prison Test Area” will drive straight in and destroy everything they can see. Through the follow-up 16 procedures, from physics to memory to history, the entire inner circle of Tanbo will be wiped from the world. except……
Woodman looked down at it all with a mocking smile.
Whether it can continue to exist here has nothing to do with him.
What Golden Dawn wants is just the final result. The data and changes between [Yes] and [No] will all be recorded during the observation.
Destruction will only make the deepening faster, just like war and massacre.
has always been the only way to create hell.
Now, with the sound of the earth, a behemoth that exists between the present realm, the border and the **** emerges with a hideous corner. When countless crowded buildings were pushed open to both sides out of thin air, heavy doors emerged from the front of the inner circle of Tanba.
The dark door door is full of painful reliefs, and the moment the huge outline emerges from the air, the cold breath spreads in all directions, freezing everything.
It is the last posthumous work from the creator Rodin-the gate of hell, which completely isolates all pollution and monsters in the surviving courtyard from the present realm.
Now, the door leading to Lin Bo in Border Prison opened slowly.
The long-lost figure emerged from it, staring at the **** in front of him with pity in his eyes.
——Creator Shah!
The man who has always smiled jokingly is serious now, he can see and witness everything in front of him with his naked eyes, and complete the final procedure.
There is indeed no cure here.
Next is the time to start the purification...
His palm was slowly raised, and along with his movements, the gate of **** shook and roared, and the behemoth from the border behind the door screamed thirstingly, and he couldn't wait to participate in this tragic fight and poisoning. Go in.
But the narrow gates of **** could not be opened.
Shah's movements stopped in place.
Slowly raised his eyes and looked forward. From the thin rain, an embarrassed figure emerged.
It’s like rushing all the way, crawling around, covered in scars, staggering forward, embarrassed like a beggar walking on the street.
But now, he is standing in front of Shah and the gate of hell, supporting his trembling knees with difficulty.
Just like that, spread his arms.
is facing extinction and death.
From the bird’s eye view of countless probes, that person’s face is clearly visible...
Miyamoto Genichiro.
"Why bother, Miyamoto."
Shahe looked at his students with pity in his eyes: "You know, the purification sequence has never been undone. This will only sacrifice yourself."
"Then sacrifice me!"
Miyamoto trembled, and replied hoarsely: "Please take my life! Kamishi is my student, and the tools used to create Marsh Disease are my tools. I should die, I should die here!"
"But the teacher..."
He was already in tears and knelt on the ground, "Please save my compatriots, please, please, please..."
In the brief silence, Shah lowered his eyes.
"Sorry, Miyamoto." He said, "I can do nothing."
"Then, I won't give up either!"
Miyamoto's face twitched, unable to restrain his fear, but he never left from the front: "I have given up too many times, teacher, please allow me to die here and be with them."
"So, how about adding me?"
From behind him, a hoarse voice sounded.
Under the umbrella raised by the students, the old man in a wheelchair and a respirator was pushed forward, his chest undulating hard, and through the respirator, he made a muddy breathing sound.
Kyoto University, former head of the Faculty of Science, Jingjuro Eguro...
Miyamoto raised his head in amazement and looked at him.
"Idiot, what can you do alone? You don't even have a budget, just iron waste."
Under the respirator, the old man spoke relentlessly to his old friend. When he looked towards the gate of hell, his voice was hoarse: "I am also a hybrid in the inner circle of Tanbo. If you want to destroy them, please join me."
Beside him, the old **** who had just thrown off his police uniform rushed over, panting violently.
In the distance, the sound of engines breaking through the blockade continued to sound, and one figure after another emerged from the depths of the rain screen, passing through the border, from all over the world...
Ivory Tower, Imperial College, Ivy League, Egyptian King University...
may be male or female, or young, but most of them are elderly.
At this moment, whether it is a scholar or a sublimator, or an alchemist of the Ishigama Society, or something else, after taking off their uniforms and signs, the old people took off their hats, lifted their hair, and showed The characteristics of their own hybrids.
In this way, together with Miyamoto, he stood in front of the Purification Legion.
silently waiting for the arrival of destruction.
Silent struggle.
"You know what you are doing, right?"
Shahe looked at the blockers in front of him with regret, "You can only sacrifice yourself in vain, and the purification sequence will not be cancelled because of your resistance."
"At least give them a chance, teacher!"
Miyamoto knelt on the ground, and humblely prayed: "As long as there is a chance...Teacher, I beg you...Is anyone born to live in hell!"
"Miyamoto, among the students I have taken, you are the worst class..."
Shah sighed pityingly, but the raised hand did not fall off after all, he slowly clenched his fingers and retracted.
The gate of **** is not closed.
Thousands of pairs of hungry eyes behind the door stared coldly at the world in front of them.
"You only have fifteen minutes, Miyamoto."
Shah whispered: "With my authority, I can only do so much for you. At the price, no matter what the result is, your life will no longer belong to yourself, and the rest of your life will be spent in the Survival Institute. Will continue to serve as a prisoner for the current situation."
15 minutes, in exchange for a lifetime.
Miyamoto slumped on the ground, covering his face, but couldn't help crying with joy.
"Thank you, teacher, thank you..."
.
.
In the projection of the dragon flute, Russell pinched his chin and looked over curiously: "By the way, Isaac, isn't Miyamoto being watched by you?"
"Yes, but he ran away after receiving an email."
The deputy principal calmly nodded and apologized: "Sorry, sir, this is my negligence."
"……"
In the silence, Russell's expression became heavy, and he scratched his head helplessly, "Isaac, this is a big mistake, it can't be fooled by deducting two days' salary... at least it will be deducted for a week!"
Isaac remained expressionless, just stroked his chest and saluted: "Thank you for your punishment."
"It doesn't have to be," Russell said. "However, I'm very curious. Who sent that email?"
Isaac shook his head: "The channel from the Astronomical Society seems to be a secret channel message, but I think this matter... has something to do with one of our teachers."
Russell raised his eyebrows, understanding.
Among the mountains, inside and outside the closed resort hotel, Ai Qing stared at the live broadcast of Tomorrow’s News, the lighter between her five fingers whirled silently.
This is the last mail message she sent to Miyamoto during the short delay before handing over the phone.
only has the three words for shoenosis.
With Miyamoto's ability, it is not difficult to guess what happened, and it is not difficult to imagine what will happen next. It is too cold to expect Ranan to make sacrifices to an old scholar, but she has nothing else to do.
This is the last chance she can win for Huai Shi.
fifteen minutes……
Huai Shi, this is your last time.
.
.
When the extinction ushered in the countdown, the final battle within the alliance was finally about to come to an end.
In the dilapidated conference room, blood was already dripping with the corpses in mess. Among the dozen corpses, the old man roared and swung his knife, piercing the enemy's heart.
Scarlet blood spewed out, staining the old face red again.
In this way, in the flaming headquarters, in the fighting everywhere, he breathed hard, raised his head, and looked at the enemy close at hand.
"It's still too young, Chiba."
Sheng Tianmu grinned, and the blood on his face was involved, and his smile became hideous: "I didn't expect it? When the old man was young, he was the king of the inner circle of Danbo!"
Just in the corridor, the blood-stained Chiba struggled forward, fighting all the way to get here, and the subordinates beside him were already dead and wounded.
He successfully pushed the last enemy into desperation.
Even though I have been bruised all over.
"Come on, old stuff."
He wiped the blood on his face, and pulled out a large sword from the corpse on the ground, and squeezed it firmly.
From the smoke and burning, the rebels and the president faced each other far away, forgetting the sound of the building collapsing.
This is the last battle of the trapped beast.
When the loud noise burst out in the distance, the two roared hoarsely at the same time. The beast showed its minions and collided in the same place, and the high-pitched voice of steel friction burst out.
Then, the broken knife flew up, fell from the air, fell to the ground, and fell apart.
Shengtianmei's face twitched, and he lowered his head with difficulty, seeing the blade penetrating his chest from his shoulder.
The winner is divided!
"Your history is over, you are born with Tianmu, together with the history of the alliance—"
Chiba twisted the blade, breathing hard, "Take your throne on the road. This is the last friendship between you and me."
Sheng Tianmu's mouth twitched hard, as if smiling.
such a close distance,
that's nice……
exhausted his last strength, raised his trembling left hand in his sleeve, and pulled the trigger.
A ray of scarlet burst out of Chiba's heart in the loud noise.
Chiba-kun, I waited all my life, not to be the president of this president. Instead, I want to prove that I didn't fail back then-one day, I can also become a hero.
"Chiba-kun, thank you."
He said, "Thank you."
In silence, Chiba slowly lowered his head, looked at the wound on his chest, and fell to the ground with the old man.
The final ending is to die together.
I don't know why, but he doesn't feel angry. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he is dead.
just for other people...to feel a pity.
"It's so stupid, I have my eyes."
Chiba murmured disappointedly: "Kneel on the ground, you can't be saved..."
If this continues, all hybrids can only suffocate and die silently.
But if you die, you should scream.
At least let people know that they... used to exist.
"If we can't live in the human world, we can at least go to hell..."
He leaned on the wall, exhausted his last time, looking at the dark sky beyond the broken wall: "We have no way to go except hell."
"You are really a hero, Chiba-kun, I am far inferior to you..."
In the pool of blood, Shengtianmu smiled silently.
It was clearly at the end of his life. In such a precious time, he did not recall the warm memories with his family. All he could remember was the scene of the first meeting with the young man.
When the time jumper from the future knelt in front of his eyes and begged for his help, he was so delighted and happy.
It is as if the pain of a lifetime has been redeemed.
"Please let me help you." Shengtianmu held the young man's hand, and then forcefully said, "Please let me help you!"
He has only one problem.
"Excuse me, how did I look before I died?"
At that time, the young man raised his head and told him seriously: "Impressive!"
joke.
He knew it was a lie.
Yourself, must be dead in embarrassment, right?
He has always been like this ~lightnovelpub.net~ he is afraid of failure, never takes risks, never sacrifices anything. If there is nothing to do, then he will kneel at the feet of the enemy begging for mercy, tears streaming down, asking them to raise their precious hands and spare his life...
Finally, he was killed like a wild dog.
Over the years, I have had such terrible dreams countless times.
was awakened countless times and frightened countless times.
I am ashamed of my weakness, and sad for my embarrassment. Suffering for my failure, desperate for all this.
I cried bitterly for not being a hero.
Now, death has finally arrived, and all the nightmares that had been feared have disappeared, replaced by unspeakable peace and security.
is not painful, but a gratifying smile.
"Chiba-kun, dreams are indeed a lie."
He stretched out his hand with difficulty, exhausted his last strength, trying to touch the distant fire, but everything seemed to become a bubble, gradually dimming and gradually disappearing.
Dream is the opposite.
Everyone, don't be afraid.
This time, we must be able to have...
Future.
Please remember the domain name of the book’s first publication:. The fastest mobile version update URL: