Apocalyptic Forecast

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Russian Federation, on the edge of the Caucasus mountain range, there was a loud crash from afar.

But it doesn’t make sense.

In the distance, there seems to be a wave of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering, but it is not clear.

The entire world seems to be submerged in a suffocating paleness. All you can see is the endless snow, and heavy snow flakes are falling from in the sky.

It’s been 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 entire world became pale, the countless silhouettes on the earth also became insignificant, like black spots struggling hard, covered by layers of snow along the way The railway is moving forward hard.

There was constant urging from the high-pitched speakers.

But it didn’t go 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 mattock and ice…

“Hurry up, hurry up!”

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

But amidst the busy and noisy chaos, a staggered silhouette rushed forward.

The face of the middle age person was deathly pale, the beard was covered with white frost, and the numb face was constantly twitching.

“No more digging, Valia! No more digging!” He shouted hoarsely: “We are running out of time! We must retreat! We must immediately…”

“Did you fucking 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 had been a hunter on the edge of this mountain for sixteen years was almost crying: “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 World of Ice and Snow, the old man’s eyes burned red, “Vania, if you are cold, I have wine here, and if you are hungry, bread is baked on the dining car behind. If If you are sleepy, go to sleep, I can fucking let you sleep for two more hours.

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: “Mitrofan has been out of power for four hours. There are hundreds of pregnant women in the hospital there, and a few Ten seriously ill patients… Their Generator 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 over, you know! It’s all over! “

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

Being watched by those eyes, then speechless. 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 years old, 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 to roar, but their complexion flushed with anger under the blowing of the frosty wind.

It’s like tearing up this World.

But in his sorrow, there is a warm aroma of incense.

“Poor child, 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.

“Don’t be afraid.”

The priest’s expression 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 fingers were stained with holy oil, and gently smeared on Ivan’s forehead, assuring him: “I just came back from there, Ivan, there is no avalanche, you just heard it wrong.” [ 19459002]

“You got it wrong?” Ivan was dumbfounded.

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

The priest told him hoarsely: “You will see your child, Ivan, your child will lie in front of the window by the fireplace, wait till you get back, when the time comes, you have to tell her what you are Do everything like a hero.”

He thought for a while, and said with certainty: “Everyone will go back, I promise you.”

Ivan was sluggish for a long time, but before that face that can’t be called kindness, he couldn’t help but shed tears.

“Please keep working, everyone.”

The priest who came from nowhere bowed his head and finally said goodbye: “Holy Spirit, I 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.

Far away, far away, farther away.

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

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

Above the mountains, the turbulent whiteness that rolled down solidified in the air, and the roar ceased.

Those lonely silhouettes are like nails wedged into the earth, 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 hardly moved forward, bowed his head to extend his final blessing.

In front of him, the waiting priest reminded: “Isai, gone.”

“En.”

Isaiah turned around, “I am here.”

In this way, they turned around, moved forward again, and disappeared at the end of the wind and snow.

The storm continues.

The mission also continues.

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

Beyond the oasis, ten thousand li flies in the sand.

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

For two weeks in a row, I 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, Pharaoh slowly opened his mouth and made a faint sound.

Like a long sigh.

It’s like a groan in the gap between countless nightmares.

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

It’s like holding the reins of the country.

So hard.

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

Thus, the rainbow light that enveloped the whole territory resurfaced.

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

Once again, smooth the wind and sand of ten thousand li.

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And outside of ten thousand li, India.

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

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

The hazy outline projection is in the night, but the sense of existence is so strong, as if only that imprint is the core of the entire 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 erupted with the roar of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering. However, all the loud noises were suppressed by the low drum sound, gradually breaking into pieces and becoming unheard.

It was someone stepping on the ground, taking a light and vigorous dance step.

Above the sky, ten thousand zhang black clouds shattered, and a ray of pure moonlight shed light on the half-naked middle age person, whose face was painted with oil, solemn and ancient.

Those long curly hair 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.

Swirling and stepping from the empty sandy beach, it is like imitating the once great god, recreating the divine might.

No, that is the great god himself.

The reflection of the sacred remnants of the past.

When he dances, everything is intoxicated in this figure that contains endless profound mystery, and endless asceticism and prayers spread among his gestures.

unconsciously, ten thousand zhang The tide slowly stopped.

But he still didn’t stop.

The eyes are drooping.

Just dancing in a trance.

As if never ending.

Not only here, not only here.

Eastern Xia, Russian Federation, Egypt, Rome, America, India… After the sun sets, the sunken world is still full of noise and turmoil.

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

But beyond the high wall, there is endless darkness rising.

In the endless sea, the distant outline from Abyss gradually becomes clear.

Below the depth, there is a black sail that stretches out, using bones and nails of the deceased to form a hideous hull to break the shackles. Countless undead ships dragged ropes, and the trek did not end.

In the depth of the tide, the Najirfa fleet slowly rises, and in this way, dragging the huge subjugated nation from the deep dark zone, it gradually rises.

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

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

Just after passing, the shadow of covering the heavens, shielding the sun was cast among the hell.

Just above the black cloud, there are thousands of lightning like meridians unfolding, constantly fanning, like one after another thunder wings churning hell, resisting the gravitational force from Abyss.

Under the will of the dwarf kings, the sea of ​​thunder soars and flies towards the present.

There is also a weird giant fish swinging its body, forming a colorful and magnificent torrent, they continue to gather, like a school of fish following the ocean current in search of reproduction, wherever they pass, between layers of hell Planted his own seeds, and hatched endless descendants with disasters.

Then, Abyss, who was chased behind, gulped and devoured everything.

The dark sacred light rises from the abyss, the hymn from Elysium spreads among the disasters, and the temple of Rancher emerges from the observation of the probe mirror.

There is more.

More.

The huge mass of flesh where countless faces bite each other, the aberrations formed by layers of giant mouse tails entwined with each other, the enchantment and beauty are hidden, and there is no end of the sea of ​​flowers…

More, more…

Countless hells collide with each other in the tide, and countless darkness rises from Abyss.

Can’t wait to crawl on all sides.

Up.

They are in roar, singing fanatically.

March, towards the world blessed by rays of light!

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

And in the deepest part of hell, at the end of the layers of labyrinth, on the throne in the shadows, the ten thousand-eyed meditator bowed his head, smiling at everything.

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

However, occasionally his gaze will move to another direction and fall 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?

However, 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 out.

To his jester, give enlightenment.