Apocalypse Forecast Text Volume Chapter VIII Fight for Peace? At this moment, outside the high walls of the Twilight Country, the tragic contact war has begun.

　　 The guards running on the city wall skillfully manipulated various machine guns, squandering the bullets created from the production line just now, forming a firepower point, and starting to shoot freely.

　　 After having the metal science master from the Russian Federation, the equipment of the paradise guard team ushered in a new generation in less than half a day.

　　 Relying on the terrifying productivity of Twilight Land, as long as there is technology, there will be a steady stream of output.

The Titan III exoskeleton power armor, the representative weapon of the Russian Union suppression force, the eagle-type anti-armor shotgun that can break through the defense of high-level sublimers, the Beloberg GACB473 city defense machine gun... even the Swalog II Type-to-surface missiles are also continuously produced from the production line like a hen laying eggs.

　　 When the huge steel moth rose into the sky, dark clouds quickly shrouded the sky over the town of dusk. In the dim light, countless thunder rays emerged from it, and the large groups of creatures with back wings and wings turned into coke, and fell from it like a torrential rain.

　　 That is the hope that was once pinned in the new era, and the weather tool that the changer is proud of has become an out-and-out weapon of war after it ushered in total hell.

　　 During the battle of the worlds, under the investment of the workshop owner at all costs, tens of thousands of iron moths once soared over the sea of ​​Titan, locking the sky.

Soon, with the **** return of Charlemagne's Paladin, another distorted angel was dragged into the molten steel furnace water, screamed fiercely, burned, and was cruelly broken down into the finest structure by the steel, and then flowed on the assembly line. On the above, countless arms finely began reprocessing.

　　 Finally, on the slowly rising platform, the reborn steel spider lifted its slender legs and joined the hunt!

The heavy and huge steel spider climbed over the city wall, and soon fell into the invisible dark tide outside the wall. After fighting hard and bringing tragic casualties, it was severely damaged by the **** group. , Disintegrated, scrapped in sparks and smoke, torn apart.

　　 But as the abdominal sac ruptured, countless human-sized steel **** rolled out of it, and the round iron **** reflected a blank, deformed face.

　　 Those smooth shells quickly fell apart, and the small spiders ‘produced’ from them began to leaps dexterously, wielding sharp knife feet, and began to spread wildly.

　　 Hundreds of spiders spread on the huge battlefield, like a drop of water melted into the ocean, and disappeared quickly.

　　 But it didn’t take long for a drop of water to become two drops, four drops, eight drops...

These engineering equipment used to dispose of building wreckage and wreckage has been rewritten layer by layer, and has become a ruthless copying machine, a nightmare-like von Neumann machine, which hunts, eats, and the furnace quickly extracts all steel. The alloy grows, and then starts a new round of fertility.

　　 seems to be endless...

　　 On the chariot of gold and bones, Gala supported the sickle blade and quietly looked at the distant scene, without the previous anxiety and impatience, but full of patience and nature.

　　 did not fall on the spiders and moths, but stared at the city wall intently.

　　 "In the present situation, this kind of weapon is so convenient. A mortal can kill a demigod by pulling the trigger... There is no difference between the noble blood inheriting the holy blood and the fallen beggar in front of the weapon."

　　 He squeezed his chin and exclaimed, "Although it is a little hypocritical, the age of the Astronomical Society is truly remarkable."

　　 "Are there no gods in the age?"

　　 On the tank, another passenger said with emotion: "It sounds really good. It must be very peaceful, right?"

　　 "Oh, maybe?"

Gala turned his head and glanced at the heroic Greek hero Hercules, who was longing for it, and said calmly: "They don't worship gods, not because they are more civilized and civilized, but because in their time, gods have no power-they Worship other things, other, more powerful things."

　　 Hercules looked over in confusion.

　　 "The vast majority of people worship money, and more people worship rights."

　　 "Businessmen and careerists have been around since ancient times, and it's not unusual."

"I haven't finished talking yet. Some of them worship numbers, many numbers. They like to write down every number of people's daily food, clothing, housing and transportation, and then put them together, called'big numbers'. It's like It’s the same as intestines. Even if you buy something, you still have to look at the big numbers. After you leave the big numbers, you can’t live.

　　 "It's strange...Are they all mathematicians?"

　　 "Probably not, and there are even stranger ones, and some people worship for free."

　　 "Is it really free?"

　　 "They will charge more, but they like it. They are immersed in the sense of accomplishment for nothing, and enjoy it. They don't know that they have been turned into a commodity by those who admire numbers. They even know it, but they don't care.

Gala smiled mockingly: "There are still many people who worship invisible bills. They stand in front of an altar called a computer every day. They always feel that they can buy at a low price and sell at a high price. This is because scallops and cannot correspond to the currency. Sorrows and joys for the intangible currency."

　　 "Does this... make money?"

　　 "Maybe, there is always a ray of happiness in the extreme despair, right?"

　　 "Where can there be such a bizarre world!" Hercules frowned and shook his head: "It's just a fantasy! It's only right to make up more plausible things to deceive people."

　　 "Hahaha, I haven't talked about people who worship loans, papers, and holsters!"

Gala laughed and was full of joy: "So I like the reality too much. It is always bizarre, crueler than hell, more novel than hell, and countless depraved scams are born every day, which can always bring me a steady stream. Surprise!"

　　 Once again, he drew out the sickle and lifted it forward.

　　 "It's almost time, let the big guys go up and surprise our friends a little bit!"

　　 Under the chariot, the herald once again blew the horn.

　　 In the high-pitched and long loud noise, in the mist, a behemoth suddenly flapped its wings and rose into the air. Wherever the huge bat wings passed, the clouds dissipated.

　　 A strange light blooms.

While 　　 was shining, the killing intent of the entire battlefield seemed to have been diluted, reversed, and anger, pain, and despair were all transformed into unspeakable sweetness and excitement.

　　 All the **** crowds were frantic in an instant, but on the contrary, on the defense line of the Twilight Country, all the garrisoners felt a burst of emptiness.

Meaningless.

　　War can only create new wars. Anger will only cause more evil results. Killing is meaningless. Only by stopping fighting and embracing each other can we warm the world with love and kindness.

　　 Such an unreasonable thought instantly appeared in the area covered by the light, and then rapidly expanded in the soul, so that people could no longer be hostile.

　　 instead rushed towards the opponent's sword and spread his arms.

　　 Stop the war and embrace peace!

　　 Even if it is unilateral peace...

　　 Even if someone got hit on the left cheek, don’t they still have the right cheek? Let them fight and calm down, as long as the other side realizes our sincerity and fetters, they will surely be able to fill the world with love.

　　The riots are spreading rapidly.

　　 And the behemoth has already plunged on the iron moth, and the sympathetic steel has begun a fierce fight. During the war, the ruthless casting giant was also infected by love, and gradually stopped resisting.

　　 Hell Sequence·Eleventh!

　　 That is the crown wearer second only to the ruler, and in Solomon's order, it is enough to be crowned the lord of the ‘duke’-Gu Xin!

　　 just exists here, this terrifying spiritual appeal has brought an irresistible plague!

　　 is called peace, called love, and the poison of the soul of understanding!

　　 On the throne of the sun-caster, Huai Shi raised her eyes and gradually frowned.

　　 Roland turned his head and gave the order. Naturally, the Paladin pulled out the longbow behind him and aimed it at the shadow in the sky. But when the bowstring was pulled apart, the hostility rose to the limit, which seemed to attract Gu Xin's attention. Under the bat wings, the green eyes looked casually, instantly reversing this over-expanding killing intent, making it difficult for them to loosen the bowstring.

　　 Even if he gritted his teeth and shot hard, after the arrow rushed into the sky, it quickly fell down obliquely.

　　 The real power that the will seems to possess at this moment.

　　 If the hostility is too pure, it will trigger Gu Xin's interference, but without injecting purely murderous arrows, there is no way to break through the halo of goodwill that surrounds it.

　　 Some of the twelve holy knights frowned and grabbed the longbow. When they were about to open the bow, they saw Huaishi's raised palm.

　　 "No need."

　　 Huai Shi supported his chin and said calmly: "If it likes to spread peace, let it spread. See if its ‘kindness’ and ‘peace’ can change everything..."

　　 just ~lightnovelpub.net~ a sum of divine nature was accounted for, so that he was finally able to make room.

　　 At that moment, behind Huai Shi, a dark gap in the ruins slowly emerged. The outline of Daisi Ming was drawn from it, and cast an indifferent gaze toward the sky.

　　 looked at him coldly.

　　 Then, ‘resentment’ sprouted.

Uncountable huge resentment and hatred emerged from the iron moth's body, just as **** suddenly opened a door, and thousands of years of despair and anger overflowed from it, turning into a thick and dark rush, covering it. Above the wings of the iron moth.

　　Anger, sadness, pain, resentment...

　　 As Huai Shi raised his pupils, the darkness sprouting from the depths of countless souls burst out, and in an instant, it turned into a torrent, rushed to the sky, and enveloped everything.

　　 The too strong resentment and pain have turned into the ocean, causing Gu Xin's huge body to stop suddenly for a moment, twitching violently.

　　 is like...submerged by the ocean tide.

　　 The halo was shrinking rapidly, trembling, and bursting into the sound of cracking glass. It's like a fortress made of sand and gravel in front of the tide, it collapses at the touch of a touch!

　　 Hypocritical kindness and lie-like love are not worth mentioning under this resentment that is enough to turn into matter forever in the world!

　　The dark clouds are surging like waves.

　　In the ocean of resentment and hatred, the iron moth fought fiercely with Gu Xin, and the blood rain poured down, with anger and killing intent, refilling the entire battlefield.

　　 When Huai Shi’s finger was lifted, the fire from the heart of the ever-freezing furnace was darkened by the darkness flowing out of the hometown.

　　 The rays of light shine all over, making the kingdom of heaven return to hell.

　　The war begins again!

　　 Accompanied by anger, pain and resentment, the miracle of the chief commander of life runs on this battlefield!