Apocalyptic Forecast - Chapter 1395

A hometown of nothing, right in the center.

In the huge hall, the viscous sound of water continued to sound, and those low voices that made the scalp numb came together and turned into a tidal sound, as if to linger on the soul.

In midair, the mud that spread out from behind the door slowly wriggled.

into a huge sphere.

The gray-black silt flowed silently, and it became a vague face. When it was opened and closed, the strange voice sounded one after another, like words.

A messenger from the Dark Eye brings the will of the leader.

Right in front of him, in the shrouded rainbow light, the true host of the Land of Nothing, the leader of the Golden Dawn, Westcott, listened silently.

After a long time, he nodded slightly: “Please rest assured that the Lord of Ruler, Golden Dawn’s position will not be shaken, and we will naturally take action.”

The strange sound resounded again from the silt.

“The existence of the pedigree of the Kingdom of Heaven is indeed an eyesore, and Huai Shi has caused a lot of damage, but Russell is not that easy to take risks, I know him. Perhaps, what we have seen is just his disguise.

With the current size of the Heavenly Kingdom pedigree, it would not be so easy to place heavy bets, and it is unrealistic to expect to eliminate them head-on on the battlefield. ”

The voice became more and more irritable, as if questioning, and gradually became high-pitched.

Westcott was still expressionless: “Of course, Golden Dawn will not shirk its responsibilities, but the Eye of Darkness must also show sincerity.

You should know that what we want is not wealth or relics, but more souls. The weapon against the Great Secret is still in the experimental stage, and the success rate cannot reach 100%.

I hope the dark eye can understand the status quo, and wait for a while, at least half a month. ”

Silt is haggling.

“A week? There’s no way that’s possible, it would take four days just for testing.”

Westcott shook his head, but the silt made a sound again.

After a long time, the freezer nodded slowly, “Then, it’s settled.”

The silt unfolded like a strange and deformed flower, and a strange limb stretched out, holding a scroll, and stayed in the air. Immediately afterwards, the viscous tide sounded again.

The door opened, the silt shrank, and disappeared as the door closed.

Only Westcott stared silently at the scroll in front of him. After a long time, he sneered, waved his hand, and threw the mystery provided by the dark eye into the void.

Mathers emerged from behind him.

“What was the outcome of the negotiation?

“The Eye of Darkness is unwilling to wait any longer, the arrow is on the line… In order to satisfy the thirst of the primordial rift, they need a lot of modifiers and souls, and they urgently need the war to gain more benefits.”

Westcott said: “They’ve brought out sixteen scourges.

“Sixteen?”

Mathers was slightly taken aback.

Calamity, a giant beast bred by the Eye of Darkness in the depths. Those alien species born from the Sea of ​​Chaos have been devoured continuously for a long time, and finally turned into strange creatures that feed on hell.

Every time it appears in the depths, it will become a terrifying threat.

Destructive power is second, and the horror of pollution and vitality is staggering. Each one is a monster that can quickly split and regenerate as long as it leaves residues. Wherever it goes, the pollution of the abyss cannot be dissipated even after hundreds of years.

Some people say that it is by no means an ordinary creature, and it may even be the incarnation of destruction formed by the surviving limb fragments of the [Primary Rift].

Just, sixteen?

“Is this number too exaggerated?” Mathers frowned.

“Maybe even the bones that have fallen into the aging stage and the juveniles in the growing stage are included.” Westcott shook his head: “No matter what, they are bound to win this time.”

“You want to bet?” Mathers asked.

“I’m still hesitating.”

Westcott shook his head: “I need more time to think.”

“There is no time.” Mathers shook his head unhappily, “If we let the situation get out of control, we will completely lose our initiative.”

Westcott was still calm: “It’s not necessarily a good thing to take the initiative, at least, before we see clearly the plan of the piper guy… I suspect that he deliberately let the situation become like this. ”

“why?”

“For more death? For more sacrifice in the abyss? For his pleasure? Who knows.”

Westcott said indifferently: “But it was his inaction that caused all this, didn’t he? Or, he has done something? It’s just that we can’t see it clearly, but in any case, his purpose is definitely not that simple. .”

“Don’t forget our mission.”

Mathers’ voice was cold. “You’ve been hesitating for too long, Westcott.”

Silent and thinking for too long, watching so many opportunities pass by, has made Mathers doubt whether Westcott is still the same as it was, and whether it has changed.

“I’ve made up my mind, Mathers.”

Westcott nodded clearly: “In any case, the top priority at the moment is to expand the scale of the chosen people. Since the reconstruction of the Heavenly Kingdom lineage, our new blood has gradually become scarce.

Russell has become our confidant, and isn’t that disciple of him making us devastated now? ”

Mathers was slightly taken aback.

“You want to fight back?”

“Counterattack? Counterattack what? Counterattack Huaishi?”

The corner of Westcott’s mouth raised a mocking arc: “Why not war, Mathers, isn’t “The Birth of Tragedy” ready?

Aphorisms and Arrows is nearing completion.

If Russell wants war, let’s give him war. ”

“Get everyone ready.”

He finally said: “When the Eye of Darkness launches an attack, we will attack the Ivory Tower again – a showdown between the Golden Dawn and the Heavenly Lineage, and between the two, who is the orthodox of the Utopia.”

After a long period of astonishment, Mathers finally came to his senses.

When the smile uncontrollably emerged from the corner of his mouth, his pupils lit up with a burning light like a flame.

Even with the naked eye, you can feel the restless and busy atmosphere that has shrouded the land of nowhere for a few days. Everyone seems to be busy with endless work.

A large number of people who were chosen by the heavens went to new positions one after another. Among them, most of them came from the souls of the current situation, and some were carefully crafted products in the cultivation center.

The dark control and large-scale comparisons never stop. The iteration of the chosen person has already begun, and it has even been carried out more than once.

Under the careful care of the Golden Dawn, the freezers representing the future are quietly growing.

War is looming.

And even during the monitoring, the Fool’s gaze never ended.

No matter how busy they are, the unified consciousness from the Aleisters still devotes part of their energy to monitoring, covering the entire land of nothingness.

Can’t wait to cover every inch of the corner.

Among them, the most concerned is undoubtedly Yeats, who is behind closed doors.

“That guy is a waste of time every day.”

Aleister, codenamed Trial, pinched his chin, looked at the record in front of him, and asked suspiciously: “His essence has been confirmed, do you still need so many resources to monitor?”

“I still don’t intend to change my judgment.” The Fool replied calmly: “Yeats has a serious suspicion and must be properly monitored.”

In the huge screen projection, thousands of different perspectives completely shrouded the important areas inside and outside the land of nowhere, including dozens of suspects and other outsiders.

Everyone lives under the eyes of the fool.

This kind of surveillance didn’t start yesterday, but has been going on for more than a few months, even before Huai Shi entered the abyss, but no matter what, the anxiety and anxiety still lingered.

No matter how repeatedly observed.

“It’s the same as before, this guy!” The Hermit complained.

The fool is speechless.

Just stare.

On the screen, Yeats lay helplessly on the bed, staring at the ceiling dully.

Like the walking dead.

never mind.

It doesn’t matter anymore.

The status quo and the Golden Dawn, **** and the abyss, are all irrelevant.

My heart is dead.

Since then, there has been no joy or sorrow…

It’s a pity that this situation that made everyone feel at ease only lasted for a day and a half. After Mod came to visit the next day… This guy was instantly resurrected with blood!

Resurrected!

She came to see me and she gave me the review report and notice.

Why is she not someone else?

What does this mean?

This shows that she has me in her heart! She cares about me!

she loves me!

“Hey Hey Hey.”

Yeats held the pen and looked at the love letters piled on the table in front of him, “Maud, hehe, my Maud”

The saliva is almost drooling down!

In just two days, from dying to a radiant face, the contrast between the front and the back was so great that many people who reported sympathy among the chosen people felt ashamed and shocked.

I’m crying, I’m so sad, eh, I’m pretending… I’m fine!

To some extent, this kind of obsession is really admirable.

It makes people doubt that even if the entire abyss is destroyed, this guy might be able to survive by sucking Morder, but even so, the Fool’s gaze has never slackened or wavered for a moment.

“I remember, I said, don’t do these meaningless things again.” Mathers reminded blankly: “You should give trust to your companions.”

“I will.”

The Fool answered calmly, but the monitoring has not stopped.

“But until the transformation ceremony is over, please allow me to continue.”

“Stop after the transformation ceremony is over?”

“Yes.” The Fool nodded: “Before that, can I be allowed to conduct the final test? Before the transformation ceremony begins.”

Mathers was silent for a long time, then nodded slowly: “This is the last, Fool.”

“I promise.”

The Fool replied.

the next day.

When the long preparations finally came to an end, in the middle of the hometown of nothing.

At the highest point of the Great Library, among the complicated secrets, Yeats stood in the center of the secrets under the witness of many members of the Golden Dawn, accepting the final inspection from the Fool.

Under the reflection of the Detective Mirror, in the most demanding way, he swept through Yeats’ soul inch by inch, identifying any breath from the present.

Even the inscribed pendulum that sealed the blood of Huai Shi did not fluctuate at this moment.

When the final test results.

The Fool fell silent.

“Is it over, Fool?” Mathers asked.

The Fool didn’t speak, and stared straight at Yeats in front of him. After a long time, he took the initiative and took a step back: “It’s over, Mr. Mathers.”

All results are normal.

In front of his eyes was the genuine Yeats, without any falsehood, and even the most careful soul examination could not find any signs of being manipulated.

Everything he does is of his own volition.

All the memories were spread out in front of him, but he couldn’t find any flaws.

But for some reason, more and more anxiety and confusion emerged in the heart of Tonghe Consciousness. Even with repeated self-examinations and repeated monitoring, this unease has grown stronger.

“Hermit, strengthen the security of the land of nowhere.”

“Do you want to strengthen it?”

“right.

The Fool nodded: “Monitor all places, and prepare the demons to act when necessary…”

“What?” On the periphery, the hermit was inexplicably uneasy.

“Kill Yeats.”

said the fool.

The hermit hesitated to speak, but finally fell silent, did not speak any more, turned and left.

Under everyone’s attention and witness, Yeats, who was full of energy, waved his arms towards the indifferent Mode in the distance, and walked into the center of the secret ceremony.

“Are you ready, Yeats.” Mathers smiled.

Yeats nodded, kissing the ring on her ring finger that had never been given, and nodded.

Behind him, the thin and slender shadow also danced with his movements, following him towards the world together.

smiling.

So looking forward to it.

When he closed his eyes, the entire land of nowhere was enveloped by the mighty sound of bells.

One after another, dazzling rays of light rose from the secret ritual, and massive events were recorded under the auspices of alchemy, turning into a tide that completely engulfed Yeats.

The secret ritual of forging the soul begins at this moment!

Just under the great library, the surging Origin Essence is rushing between the matrices. After countless miracles and mysterious transformations, it slowly rises with a splendid glow.

poured into Yeats’ body.

And along with the disintegration of Yeats’ shell, the essence of the thing-like spirit gradually condensed from the surging tide of Originium, and dazzling crystals emerged.

Step by step, we usher in solidification and transformation.

To the soul, transform!

At this moment, the power of the entire Land of Nothingness was entrusted to the secret ritual. Under Mathers’ control, it turned into miracles and disasters, and gradually merged into Yeats’ consciousness.

Let that consciousness rise from the record and the established track, get rid of the original limitation, and transform into a new form.

Originally, it should be so.

But five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, fifteen minutes passed…

Infinite source quality was poured into Yeats’ consciousness, and a large number of events were recorded and absorbed by Yeats under the absorption of that instinct. Enough energy for ten events to transform into it was still not enough.

He is still swallowing continuously.

Like an insatiable monster…

“what happened?”

Mathers was sweating profusely, maintaining the secret ritual, unable to comprehend what was going on.

In the past, even earlier, the ceremony should have ended, but what went wrong?

But just as he worked hard to maintain stability, he felt a sudden shock, an unprecedented shock emerging from the land of nowhere.

The entire huge city of **** was instantly shrouded in tremors, the buildings shook, the walls cracked, and cracks appeared in the ground whining.

The storm swept.

“what happened?!”

Mathers turned back and roared: “What’s going on! Fool, answer me!”

Even the Fool froze in place.

Lifting up to give the kill instruction, the palm hovered in mid-air, and all the consciousness was invested in the detection mechanism, which was unbelievable.

In the continuous turmoil and shock, he turned his head stiffly.

“Abyss Storm—”

In the Fool’s observation, the countless surging deep turbulent currents spewed out from the bottom of the abyss, and some behemoth was floating up quickly, rising from the endless darkness.

A deep storm that had never been speculated and planned, blowing out from the bottom.

Holding up the behemoth cast by the war.

A war fortress guarded by the mighty Holy Light.

【Conquest of the Holy See】!

It was a weapon of war in the Bliss of Paradise. The teleportation that was once destroyed by the bombardment of the great star Yinchen began again. After the Holy See of the Gospel, it was created by collecting fragments with the power of the rancher and pouring more solidified divinity into it. New ruler.

One big angel conquest!

At the same time, after being silent for a long time, dazzling flashes burst out again from the **** between the present and the abyss!

Countless chaotic rays of light and essentia waved one after another.

At this moment, under the will of the rancher, the entire abyss was stirred again, like boiling. And the land of nowhere is just the unfortunate **** affected by the aftermath.

“war.”

The Fool murmured dully: “The Land of Bliss is at war with the present!”

Without warning, the original plan was abandoned.

Under the anger of the rancher, countless hunting angels in the Paradise Land rushed out to the battlefield, and the war with the current situation restarted!

Even Mathers, in the face of such a strange situation and unfolding, was completely sluggish and at a loss, and couldn’t help but burst into anger.

“Fuck, crazy, those crazy people!!”

And when the Bliss Land reacted, other abyss forces had to get involved. Following the Blessed Land, the Eye of Darkness also joined the battlefield, and more rulers descended into hell…

The Golden Dawn has fallen into sluggishness.

What the **** is going on here?

But it is meaningless to pursue all this at this moment, Mathers can no longer be distracted, he must concentrate on maintaining the secret of transformation.

It was during the shock just now that Yeats’ outline and rudimentary soul emerged, and cracks appeared.

If this goes on, let alone casting souls, I am afraid it will explode completely!

At that time, Yeats, along with the entire secret transformation ritual supported by the Land of Nothing, will be completely destroyed, and the associated losses will be enough for Mathers to hang himself from the crooked neck tree in front of the Astronomical Society.

He has no choice.

Can only be supported.

However, after being continuously impacted and disturbed, in the center of the secret ritual, Yeats’ soul had begun to crack, and there was a risk of fissures.

Consciousness has collapsed.

“Yeats! Yeats!!” Mathers shouted hoarsely: “Don’t lose control, what are you doing! Focus on your mind!”

But in the records of countless events, Yeats seemed to have never heard of it.

He just raised his head sluggishly, his expression twitching constantly.

In the empty eyes, there was a shrill blood light.

“I saw”

Amidst the countless events that came upon him, Yeats moved forward slowly, like a arduous trek in a storm, looking for the fleeting behemoth in the mist.

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But it was not until the moment when the storm came to an abrupt end that he realized that the strange shadow behind the fog was already in sight.

shrouded the whole world.

At the end of the wasteland of consciousness, occupying the entire sky is not enough, slowly moving forward, facing him, covering everything in a terrifying shadow.

So what is it?

storm? Or a vortex? Or is it a cold eye?

Or… some, more tyrannical, crazier, colder celestial phenomenon? !

“Black One Black One”

At that moment, the soul of poetry finally ushered in enlightenment, and in the midst of madness and terror, she cried out mournfully:

“Black Sun!!”

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