Apocalyptic Forecast

At that moment, the violent wind roared past.

The hand hanging high in the sky was slowly raised, and he pointed at the brightly lit Xinhai City in the distance, his fingers clenched slowly.

Seems to catch something invisible.

Struggling to pull!

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

The world is shaking.

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 Xinhai.

"Finally, catch up!"

The white pigeon slowly put away its wings and landed on the slender arm of the girl.

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

It is a pity that no one has the privilege to watch.

Gasped, looking at the palm suspended in the air dozens of kilometers away, but shook her head helplessly.

Under the illumination of the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come alive, slowly raising her hands, as if pulling out invisible weapons, two.

Chop forward.

Then, silence came.

For a moment, the roar in the distance, the chirping of flying insects, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the surging river, the rising fire, and the solid earth all stagnate.

Seems to be frozen by invisible forces.

At the next moment, a subtle and indistinguishable trace extended from her feet, extending straight forward, spanning 23 kilometers and 4111 meters.

Is accurate to the arrival of the destruction between millimeters.

Simply fell to the ground, the palm of the hand separated from the center and fell toward both sides, and then, it broke off and broke into four pieces.

The four pieces had not been scattered and collapsed into eight.

One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred twenty-eight, two hundred fifty-six ... the cruel and precise geometric growth has been extended to the end of human observation.

In the end, the broken source burst out.

Turned into a fire that burned everything.

Everything is here, before the sword that there is no action to describe, the period ends.

ended.

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

She sighed sadly, and heard the sound of 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 in trouble! I'll be here in five minutes, five minutes ... Oh, I'm on the way ..."

Pigeons and girls disappeared.

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"Heaven, Earth, Hercules, Freedom ..."

When the palm of the wind-stricken animal shattered, the face of the red glove changed to an iron blue, and a voice squeezed through the teeth:

"—— 【白帝子】!"

Snapped!

The 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 face puppet shattered into dust.

Blank puppets replaced him and inherited the reign of Yu Wei from the sword of Bai Dizi.

Even the last trace of ‘radiation’ made him miserable.

Even the soul in his hand appeared-a tragic gap appeared in the laughing fish tank, one of the two fry had turned his belly.

The other was also half-deadly shaking, seeing that there was not a long life.

"Damn it, those monsters ..."

Red gloves stooped sharply, vomiting a spit of blood, and heard heavy footsteps ringing in the distance-the army had already begun to move-a fierce flash in his eyes, pulled out the detonator from his arms, and snapped down.

The last countdown was lit on the plastic explosives placed around the church, so that the last trace would be completely removed after fifteen seconds.

It does n’t matter if it fails, as long as the cauldron of reincarnation is still ...

He turned around and reached out to the preaching platform, but that palm and his grinning smile were stiff in one place-the preaching platform was empty!

Gone!

The cauldron of reincarnation is gone!

The box no longer knows when it will disappear!

He opened the preaching cradle angrily, but found nothing. He roared hoarsely twice. As he approached the footsteps, he dismantled the whole preaching craze and found nothing.

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

He spit and scorned a **** at the group of soldiers: "Eat shit, you corpses of the astronomical society!"

He threw out a poker.

Poker suddenly folds in half in the air, pulling his body together, and then, he folds in half again with poker, then again in half. In an instant, it turned into a trivial little point, sucked into a deep cave, and disappeared.

The next moment, the flame of destruction swallowed everything.

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The feeling of excessive blood loss was not painful.

Can't even feel the pain.

Is just sleepy, there is no energy left and right, lazily, as if nothing matters ... I want to sleep, I want to rest, I want to end this **** life.

Close your eyes and feel at ease to accept this long-suffering after-satisfaction — sleep undisturbed for a long time.

Death is coming.

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

Is not scary, nor painful, and there is even nothing to do.

Is just sleepy and confused.

In a trance, he felt that someone was pushing his body, holding the stick against it, pushing it 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.

Smelled of burning, heard broken sounds, and hoarse moans, as if the whole world was being destroyed.

There was water droplets on Huai Shi's face.

It smells like blood.

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 lame figure struck forward, opened a door, and turned back.

His face seemed to have been broken, there was no change on one half, 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 trance eyes, he dodged his eyes but 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 did not expect a response, but just said to himself: "I'm sorry ... sorry ..."

The voice of the phone rang, and the big lama of the copycat machine was singing some love songs with joy, shouting her husband or something, but no one connected.

"Sorry……"

There was blood 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 violent rolling and falling, Huai Shi saw Lao Yang's face for the last time.

He leaned on the door frame and looked at the teenager. The corner of his twitching mouth pulled up an awkward angle. Like a smile, he was still holding a vibrating phone in his hand and waved at him.

Is like saying goodbye.

Huai Shi opened his mouth and wanted to call him, but could not make a sound.

The door was closed.

In the darkness, a roar of explosion came from far away, 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 and 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, showing a grinning smile.

"——Green Day, will finally reflect the world."

嘭!

嘭! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

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

Until the thing 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 quickly dehydrated into a pinch of powder.

"Have you caught it?"

Ai Qing dropped his gun in a blank expression, and looked up to see the expression of the middle-aged man, no longer covering up his unhappiness: "Needless to say, escaped, right? We persisted for so long, caught up with the wash Ground? "

"He has a border relic that can make a short jump, and we have blocked the surrounding Xinhai ..."

"What about survivors?"

Ai Qing was not interested in hearing him continue.

"……searching."

"Then keep looking."

Ai Qing withdrew her gaze, "You must also look for the digging the ground three feet until you find the body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ No objection.

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

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

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

The reporting person paused, his expression hesitating:

"Rescue."

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The temporary rescue room had become a mess, and Ai Qing quietly waited outside the door, listening to the noisy and chaotic sound inside.

"Breath? Is there anything else?"

"No more, the pulse is almost gone, hurry up and inject ..."

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

"one two Three!"

嘭!

"one two Three!"

嘭!

……

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

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

Soon, Ai Qing finally saw Huai Shi.

Seemed to be asleep, the teenager was lying on the operating table, the bullet holes in his chest were pale, and no blood had even flowed out.

Empty eyes looked at the shadowless lamp above the head.

The last heartbeat stagnation.

Ai Qing was silent, her eyes closed, and the palm of her hand held the armrest to reveal a pale color. For a long time, she calmly said: "Then ... then go with the process."

She turned the wheelchair and wanted to leave.

Then, the rotation of the wheelchair stopped abruptly.

She seemed to hear something.