Apocalyptic Forecast

The Russian Federation, on the edge of the Caucasus Mountains, a loud crash came from afar.

　　, but I don’t understand.

　　 In the distance, there seems to be an earth-shattering wave surging, but it is not clear.

　　 The whole world seems to be submerged in a suffocating pale, all you can see is the endless snow, and heavy snow flakes fall from the sky one after another.

　　 has been going on for a week...

　　 Those biting cold air slid into the body along the lungs, making the soul seem dull. The heavy coat was infested by snow, and it froze very quickly, just like wearing a thick armor, making it difficult for people to move forward.

When the whole world became pale, the countless figures on the earth also became insignificant, like black spots struggling hard, along the railway covered by layers of snow, difficult Forward.

　　 There was constant urging from the loud speakers.

　　 could not be transmitted far, it was swallowed by the flying snow all over the sky.

　　 All that can be heard is the tired gasp of people around, the dull sound of a shovel piercing the snow, the high-pitched sound of a pickaxe and ice...

　　 "Hurry up, hurry up!"

　　 The staggering old man dragged a lame leg, holding a horn in his hand, and shouted to the person in front: "Snow disaster has been sixteen hours! This batch of supplies must be sent over!"

　　 But in this busy and noisy chaos, a staggered figure rushed forward.

　　 The middle-aged man's face was pale, his beard was covered with white frost, and his numb face was constantly twitching.

　　 "Can't dig anymore, Valia! Can't dig anymore!" He shouted hoarsely: "We are running out of time! We must retreat! We must immediately..."

　　 "Did you **** see a ghost?" The old man was furious, and sprayed stars on his face: "Do you know how heavy our mission is?"

　　 "It's an avalanche!"

　　 The man who has been a hunter on the edge of this mountain for sixteen years almost cried: "The sound just now was an avalanche, absolutely! It will be too late when we see it, or else..."

　　 "Otherwise, just go on fucking!"

In the ice and snow, the old man’s eyes burned red. "Vania, if you are cold, I have wine here. If you are hungry, bread is baked in the dining car behind. If you are sleepy, go to sleep. , I can **** give you two more hours of sleep.

　　 But you can't tell me we are going to stop! "

The old man pulled at his collar and roared with a voice that surpassed him, like a lion roaring: "Mitrovan has been out of power for four hours. There are hundreds of pregnant women in the hospital there, and dozens of others. Patients...their generators can last for eight hours. After eight hours, if no one saves them, they will be dead!

　　 Even if there is an avalanche, we may not die, but if we run away, they will all be gone, you know! It's all over! "

　　 Ivan stayed there, staring at him for a long time, panting, and said nothing.

　　 was looked at by those eyes, and couldn't speak anymore. After a long time, he staggered back and sat down on the ground, choking tiredly: "I still have a daughter... She's only four, four, Valia... If I can't go back, what will she do..."

　　 The sound of snow shoveling and ice knocking was never cut off. Everyone was silent, suppressing the impulse of roaring, but their complexion flushed with anger under the frosty wind.

　　 Like to tear the world apart.

　　 But in his sorrow, there was a warm fragrance coming from him.

　　 "Poor boy, he was just terrified."

　　 The skinny priest in black stood in front of him, bowed his head and looked at him. In the hands of the priest, the incense ball was burning silently, spreading warmth in the cold world.

"Do not be afraid."

　　 The expression of the priest twitched, as if trying to squeeze out a kind expression, but against the thin and excessive face, it became more and more weird.

　　 "You will go back."

　　 His finger was stained with holy oil, and he gently smeared it on Ivan’s forehead, assuring him: "I just came back from there, Ivan, there is no avalanche, you just heard it wrong."

　　 "You got it wrong?" Ivan was dull.

　　 "Yes, the front engineering team is blasting some collapsed rocks."

The priest told him hoarsely: "You will see your child, Ivan, and your child will lie in front of the window by the fireplace and wait for you to come back. Then, you will tell her what you have done, like a hero. same."

　　 He thought for a while, and said confidently: "Everyone will go back, I promise you."

　　 Ivan was sluggish for a long time, but before the face that could not be called kind, he couldn't help but shed tears.

　　 "Please keep working, everyone."

　　 The priest who had come from nowhere bowed his head, and finally said goodbye: "The Holy Spirit will definitely protect you."

　　 In this way, holding the incense ball in his hand, the skinny priest chanted the scriptures in a low voice, blessed everyone calmly, and once again walked into the blizzard.

　　 is far away, far away, farther away.

　　 The sacred flag was looming in the wind and snow, and the deep chanting spread,

　　 More priests trek over this wasteland, like a pilgrimage, forming a long and long queue.

　　 On the top of the mountains, the surging whiteness that rolled down solidified in the air, and the roar ceased.

　　 Those lonely figures are like nails wedged into the ground, fixing the collapsed avalanche in place, and can't make any further progress.

　　 After a long time, everything returned to peace.

　　 The priest turned his head and glanced at one last time. After the blizzard, the little bit of brilliance that struggling forward, bowed his head to extend his final blessing.

　　 in front of him, the waiting priest reminded: "Isai, go."

"Yep."

　　 Yisai turned around, "I'm here."

　　 Just like that, they turned around, moved forward again, and disappeared at the end of the wind and snow.

　　The storm continues.

　　The mission is also continuing.

　　.

　　 Egypt, above the dry Nile River, there is a rancid smell of silt.

　　 Outside the oasis, thousands of miles of sand are flying.

　　 The tyrannical daylight shrouded the sky and shed, making everything tormented in despair. Numerous free vapors were swept away by the dry wind and flew into the distance.

　　 It has been two weeks in a row and can't wait for any rain.

　　Outside the city, among the wind and sand in the sky, countless pyramids were silent in the shadows, and in the deepest darkness, in the erosion of endless calamities, the pharaoh slowly opened his mouth and made a faint sound.

　　 is like a long sigh.

　　 is like a small moan from the gap between countless nightmares.

　　The hand holding the scepter was as thin as wood, but he never let go.

　　 is like holding the reins of the country.

　　 so hard.

　　 The blood, as thick as pitch, was left from his hand, followed the scepter, down, and flowed into the track of the secret instrument.

　　 So, that layer of rainbow light that enveloped the whole territory resurfaced.

　　 is like a weak fetal membrane that protects the baby, covering the entire national border and border, and dropping strands of rain.

　　 Once again, smooth the wind and sand of thousands of miles.

　　.

　　 And thousands of miles away, Tianzhu.

　　 Countless dark ocean tides are like iron curtains, driven by the uncontrolled ocean currents, one after another, whizzing towards the silent earth in the long night.

　　 But, on the edge of the earth, something is slowly rising.

　　 The hazy outline is projected in the night, but the sense of existence is so strong, as if only that imprint is the core of the whole world, the meaning of all life and existence, and...the destination of the destruction of all things!

　　 Countless black tsunamis roared violently, and when they collided with each other, they burst into earth-shattering roar. However, all the loud noises were suppressed by the low drum sound, gradually breaking into pieces and becoming unheard.

　　 That is someone stepping on the ground, taking a light and vigorous dance step.

　　 Above the sky, black clouds shattered and shattered, and a ray of pure moonlight shed light on the half-naked middle-aged man. His face was painted with oil, solemn and ancient.

　　 Those long curly hairs fell from the shoulders, swaying like the darkness itself.

　　 At this moment, the wind was whistling, and the flute was played. In the furious sea, there was the sound of water waves spreading, like the sincere praise of the souls.

　　He is dancing.

　　 circling and stepping on the empty sandy beach, it is like imitating the once great god, reappearing the power of the gods.

　　No, that is the great **** himself.

　　 The reflection of the sacred remnants of the past.

　　 When he danced, everything was immersed in this figure that contained endless mysteries, and endless austerities and prayers spread between his gestures.

　　 Unknowingly, the tide slowly stopped.

　　 But he still didn't stop.

　　 eyes drooping.

　　 just danced dreamily.

　　 seems to never end.

　　 is not only here, not only here.

　　 Eastern Xia, Russian Federation, Egypt, Rome, America, Tianzhu... After the sun sets, the world sunk into the dark side is still full of noise and turmoil.

　　 Under the impetus of an invisible hand, the waves of calamity spread across the world behind the high wall, triggering ripples of decay.

　　 can be outside the high wall, but there is endless darkness rising.

　　In the endless sea, the distant outline from the abyss gradually became clear.

　　 Below the depth, there is a black sail fluttering, and the hideous hull made of bones and nails of the deceased breaks the shackles. Countless undead ships dragged ropes, and the trek did not end.

　　In the deep tide, the Najirfa fleet slowly rises, and in this way, dragging the huge subjugated kingdom from the dark area of ​​the abyss, it gradually rises.

　　 On the other side of the border, it was dim.

　　 Like a dark cloud, the eternal thundercloud shrouds the huge palace, riding the tide like a living thing.

　　 just passed by, and cast a dark shadow between the **** and the sky.

　　 Just above the black cloud, there are thousands of electric lights unfolding like meridians, constantly fanning, like thunder wings stirring the hell, resisting the gravitational force from the abyss.

　　 Under the will of the dwarf kings, the sea of ​​thunder spreads its wings and flies towards the present realm.

There is also a weird giant fish swinging its body, forming a colorful and magnificent torrent. They continue to converge, like a school of fish following the ocean current in search of reproduction. Wherever they pass, they are planted between layers of hell. Own seeds hatch endless descendants with disasters.

　　 Then, after being chased by the abyss, he swallowed all of them.

　　 The dark sacred light rises from the bottom of the abyss, the hymn from the blessed land spreads among the disasters, and the rancher’s temple emerges from the observation of the probe mirror.

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　　Countless hells collided with each other in the tide, and countless darkness floated up from the abyss.

　　 can't wait to crawl on all sides.

　　 up.

　　 They are roaring, singing fanatically.

　　 marching towards the world blessed by light!

　　 The silent stage is finally about to usher in a new performance.

　　 In the deepest part of hell, at the end of the labyrinth, on the throne in the shadows, the ten thousand-eyed thinker bowed his head, smiling and looking at everything.

　　, like an audience in the first class, waiting quietly.

　　 However, occasionally his gaze will move to the other direction, falling into the scar filled with mist, and the look in his eyes becomes playful and curious.

　　 This is a rare pastime...

　　 Before everything officially starts, there is still a good show to watch. And how will the actors who appear on stage choose under the mockery of fate?

　　 But it was still too slow.

　　 The rhythm is too slow, it's always a little too close.

　　 The piper smiled, raised a finger, and pointed it out.

　　 to his own jester, giving enlightenment.