Apocalyptic Forecast - Chapter 1396

Yeats felt like he had a long dream.

In the dream, he experienced countless tortures, from Huai Shi’s struggle, fighting, and finally, escaped from trouble, and even killed Huai Shi and returned to the Golden Dawn with the Book of Destiny.

Not only other people, but even Maud looked at himself differently.

It is unbelievable that he was able to achieve such an incredible feat.

With Yeats’ persistence and hard work, she finally felt her sincerity and sincerity. The two broke through many barriers and finally walked together after a long time.

After completely defeating the pedigree of the Kingdom of Heaven and gaining the unification of the Utopia, Mode finally accepted his marriage proposal.

After the transformation of the secret ritual, he became a real human being.

Hand in hand with her, walked into the palace of marriage.

Everyone smiled and sat on the guest seats, giving them congratulatory applause.

The pastor who presided over the marriage held the holy scriptures and solemnly asked: “Ms. Maud, are you willing to marry Mr. Yeats and be with him for the rest of your life, never leaving you?”

“I would.”

The beauty blushed and nodded, embarrassed.

“Then Mr. Yeats…” The pastor looked over.

“I do!”

Yeats didn’t even wait for him to finish his question, and responded categorically.

The pastor smiled warmly and stared at the loving couple in front of him with blessing, but he did not take out the ring.

In the frozen time, the deja vu young pastor sat on the altar, looking down at his face doubtfully: “Is this the end, Yeats?”

He asked: “Is this the only thing you desire? Is the life you want only so humble?”

why…

Wait, something doesn’t seem right.

Yeats was dazed and looked at that face in confusion, looking into his eyes.

Dark eyes.

His own face was reflected in his pupils, so pale.

Small as dust.

Only, is that so?

what he desires…

“Do not!”

Yeats retorted angrily: “This is just the beginning! What do you know?! How can a brat like you with unrealistic fantasies understand the long-cherished wishes and ideals of the Golden Dawn!”

“Then let me take a look…”

Huai Shi smiled and turned a new page: “The future you expect.”

Time flies by.

After a battle of the worlds, another battle of the worlds.

The Land of Nothingness is getting bigger and bigger in hell, more and more chosen people are born, and more and more sublime people realize that there is no cure for the situation and throw themselves into the abyss.

Embrace the golden dawn.

The Golden Dawn grows and grows rapidly, and gradually masters more authority and power!

Until, in another fierce battle of the battle of the worlds, the three major blockades were completely destroyed, the long drive went straight, and the sea of ​​silver was controlled, bringing an ideal future to all mankind and the gospel bestowed by this golden dawn.

The world perished in wailing and sank into darkness.

A combination of sprawling fragments and a land of nothingness.

In the abyss, the era of the Golden Dawn has finally arrived!

At this moment, Yeats was looking down at the magnificent world in front of him, and the abyss was fascinated by the miraculous brilliance.

But right behind, Huai Shi asked suspiciously, “And then?”

Yeats frowned.

“Is this the only world you desire?” Huai Shi laughed: “Destroy the present, and then use the leftovers of the present to create a garbage?”

“This is just the beginning!”

Yeats frowned and warned him indifferently: “The remnants of the Utopia cannot understand the essence of the abyss after all!”

“Then, then—”

Huai Shi turned a new page: “Let me see then.”

So, thousands of years, thousands of years, passed by in a flash.

Under the guidance of the Golden Dawn, the Chosen Ones who have attained immortality waged war against the Kings of Hell.

For a hundred years, the Rancher’s Bliss fell apart under the frozen sanctuary of the Golden Dawn. The mighty **** of **** was reduced to the engine and energy of a land of nothing, roaring furiously, whining, but unable to resist his destiny.

In the long war of two hundred years and the subjugation of the country, they finally completely defeated this incredible overlord, and a new country and world rose in the abyss.

After three hundred years, the last dwarf king became a specimen, which was put into the museum collection and placed next to the head of the maharaja.

In the fourth century, even the reborn Mother of Stone and the Primordial Rift were smelted into a huge world, a new extension of the Land of Nothing.

A thousand years later, the entire abyss is already under the control of the Golden Dawn, and every **** has a white tower with a chosen person rising from the ground.

Unprecedented glory has come.

Even the new world just born is just a plaything in the palm of the Golden Dawn.

They stood at the peak of the entire abyss.

“See! So brilliant! That’s all we’ve accomplished!”

Yeats laughed, spread his arms, and showed unprecedented joy to the lingering ghost: “This is the great future that you have missed.”

“so what?”

Huai Shi held his chin and asked curiously, “What will happen next? What else will be waiting for you?”

“Nothing will happen, nothing will hinder our glory and civilization!” Yeats said flatly: “We succeeded!”

“perhaps.”

Huai Shi shrugged pitifully and asked curiously, “But is this really good? Yeats, is this the best? The best you can create?”

“Does this really make sense?”

The ghost chuckled and turned to the next page.

A long, long time.

I don’t know how many times the world has been born and destroyed.

Golden Dawn grows again and again, continues to evolve, transform, and build a brilliant and splendid civilization, again and again. Countless hardships came one after another, but those hardships couldn’t defeat them, they only made them stronger several times. They were all on the verge of extinction, but soon, they would grow to unprecedented heights.

In the end, not even the abyss could destroy them.

Their time lasted into eternity.

Then, in the eternal time, it gradually withered.

No matter how Yeats tried his best to lead their development, the Chosen people after reaching the peak gradually fell silent.

I don’t know when, the huge territory fell apart in hell.

The towers fell into darkness.

The tide is surging, gradually nibbling away.

Until this unprecedented great cause collapsed in front of Yeats, fell into the deepest part of the sea of ​​chaos, and was buried together with the wreckage of other great cause.

“It’s ridiculous, how is it possible!”

Yeats growled, angrily accusing: “I absolutely do not accept this outcome!”

“This determination is indeed respectable.”

Huai Shi smiled, nodded, and opened the page again: “Then, let’s do it again.”

Time is reversed, and great achievements are rebuilt.

This time, Yeats was prepared from the very beginning to fight for the test that the distant future awaited, to overcome all odds, to unite all,

In the end, the past decadence and difficulties were overcome again.

Then, once again in the endless time, ushered in withering.

“Come again!” Yeats’ eyes were scarlet: “Let me do it again!”

“OK.”

Huai Shi smiled like a devil.

So, come again.

It comes again and again, reincarnates again and again, shatters and perishes again and again.

Innumerable times are constantly reincarnating between the pages of the book, restarting again and again, ending again and again, from Yeats’ shouting and roaring.

Gradually despair.

Madness.

numbness.

In the end, overwhelmed by that endless exhaustion.

Confused, he knelt down among the ruins of Albert.

“The end of existence is destruction, isn’t it?”

In front of him, the emaciated man held the book of destiny, mottled white hair, and looked down with pity: “What you did, what you did, what the Golden Dawn expected, in the final analysis, is meaningless…”

“What’s the point of that?!”

Yeats wailed: “How on earth can it continue…”

“It’s all pointless, Yeats.”

Huai Shi bent down, looked him in the eyes, and told him: “The continuation of your favor and love is so short.”

“Fight, resist, survive, hope, endure, break out, detour, direct, obey, perish… What you love is just a fleeting illusion.”

He reached out and stroked the hair of Despair Spirit, “From the moment you choose to bow your head, your wishful dream begins.”

“Now, the dream is shattered, Yeats.”

He said, “It’s time for you to wake up.”

In that instant, everything was in ashes.

The results accumulated in the destruction one after another, the torrent transformed by countless events, like a blizzard, engulfed him and enveloped his soul.

In that storm of despair and destruction, Yeats trekked again, onward, until there was nowhere to go.

In front of him, only darkness remained.

That is the path chosen by the Golden Dawn, the abyss formed by countless hells.

“When you look into the abyss, the abyss won’t look at you.”

Huai Shi sat on the edge of the cliff, turned back, smiled, and led him down to look down: “Because even the abyss will eventually die, lo and behold,

This nothingness is what you seek for the future. ”

An empty future.

Yeats stared blankly at all of this, unable to hold back any longer, the despair in his soul screamed mournfully.

“Then what else?!”

He growled and asked, “What else is there left!”

“Of course it’s the result, Yeats.”

Huai Shi stared at the darkness and smiled silently: “Even the abyss will be destroyed, but at the end of the destruction, there must be an end waiting for you.”

Now, along with Huai Shi’s words, the abyss sounded.

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Blooming brilliantly.

Covers the sky and Vientiane.

The tyrannical wheel spins, radiating endless darkness and eternal despair.

The ultimate destruction descended.

I saw I saw it! ”

In the secret ceremony, Ye Zhi choked, his eyes burst into two lines of blood and tears, but the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but show a dull smile, so joyful.

Finally, he looked at where Mathers was.

tell him.

“I see it,” he said. “The black sun!”

At that moment, the Fool couldn’t care about anything else, roared and gave orders to the devil, but it was too late.

Yeats’ soul completely collapsed.

In the torrent of events and primordial substances.

That face was rapidly aging, with wrinkles and fissures appearing, as well as the void behind it, collapsing inward from decay, forming the crystallization that he had been chasing all his life.

The outline of the Book of Fate rose from the broken spirit.

The authoritarian unfolds, writing the final result, with his life, his despair, his soul, and everything about him, weaving the final ending.

That crucial period.

The dark and solemn sun wheel rose slowly from the storm.

Covering everything.

Floating above the dome of the Land of Nothingness.

The next moment, there was a silent explosion.

Darkness flows, engulfing everything.

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