Apocalyptic Forecast

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The loud noise kept bursting, as if some terrifying struggle was being set off.

Even far away from the homeland and aging, Baba Yaga’s power at this moment still makes the steel cruise ship tremble, unable to load. It was as if the entire ship had to be taken apart.

The woman was completely mad…

“what happened?”

Huai Shi looked back in confusion, but suddenly noticed something was wrong. He quickly approached the window, smashing it roughly, and reached out.

There was a rapid wind.

But it was completely different from what he experienced a few hours ago.

In this silent abyss, how could there be such a luxurious thing as wind? This is the wave that the cruise ship set off while galloping, but now, this wave of air flow makes Huai Shi feel something is wrong.

The speed of the ship… seems to have accelerated!

“On a ship trying to sail in the underworld, every soul is a heavy burden.”

A voice sounded, a yawn standing at the door. He tilted his head and looked at the stunned Huai Shi with a mocking smile: “Do you understand now?

The gods are cruel, but the White Crown King does not have mercy-it is better to say that the curse of the gods is exactly in his arms-what he wants is not the weak, but the powerhouse that can survive this trial.

This is the order he engraved on the ship: if blindly evading and tolerance, passengers will never be able to reach the new land. The fuel it needs is soul and death.

The more people who die, the faster it will be…”

Huai Shi turned back indifferently, lifting the axe in his arm: “Why are you here?”

“Of course to help you.”

Yinyan shrugged, leaning on the door frame: “I remember we were allies… your secret should be who killed, right?”

With that said, he took a palm-size note from his pocket.

The leather cover has been covered with scratches, and it has been looking for some years, and the name of the ship, Mayflower, is also printed on it.

“In addition to that useless manuscript, in fact, I found this thing on the captain’s remains, a gift from the White Crown King to the alert.”

She smiled smugly: “The “passenger list” that records the names of all passengers and their real bodies-with this in hand, no matter who you are with no difficulty, do you think, Huai Shi, no, should Say… Vampire of the Order-Abraham Van Helsing!”

If so, Huai Shi’s “real name” was pointed out, proving that his words were true.

“I already know where you are looking for.”

He put away the passenger list, “Come with me.”

In the silence, apart from the screams and murmurs in the distance, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing’s sigh.

“For so many years, you always like to be smart, cousin…”

At that moment, the girl’s killing intent was exposed:

“——Huai Shi, kill him.”

without hesitation.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

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Bang!

With the breaking of the wall, the silhouette of the teenager has emerged from the broken rift, staggering back, stepping into the corridor.

Those wolf-shaped runaways wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads, looking towards the dark-skinned boy, whose expression suddenly became gritty and hungry, and suddenly rushed up, even slashing his face.

“Untouchables, get away!”

In his rage, Pharaoh lifted his scarlet eyes and waved his hands. Under his robes, countless golden rays of light flew out—the scarab beetle residing in the body rose up like a bullet, tearing off the offender instantly. Broken.

Then, as a bandage emerged from the gap in the face, the beautiful face was repaired again.

mummy.

No, it should be called-the prototype of the road to God.

This is the unique Stigma of the Pharaohs in Egypt. Every sacred person who is qualified to be Pharaoh will receive this Stigma and obtain an undead body.

No matter whether it is a sword, an axe or a frost fire, it is difficult to kill.

After passing the path of Olysses, it was recognized by the gods and given the divine spirit, and became the master of the upper and lower realms of the red and white double crown, combining Spiritual God and humanity.

Now, although the spirit given by Spiritual God has been recovered, the sacred prototype has never left. He still retains the once venerable Bloodline and power, and will not allow any inferiors to violate.

But it seemed that there was no way to stop the crazy old woman.

Baba Yaga.

She was roaring, screaming, roaring wildly, swearing, spitting out inexplicable dirty language and curses with deep blasphemy.

Staring at Sphinx guarding Pharaoh.

There is also a blood stain on the corner of his mouth.

So conspicuous.

“It turned out to be you… turned out to be you bastard…”

She screamed furiously: “You dare to kill my poor child, I am the only child left! I curse you! I curse you! You damn beast! I swear, you will be with your master, Shen Go into the deep sea of ​​sin! I swear!!!”

She screamed hysterically and reached out, pulling pieces of giblets from the rotten chicken carcass and throwing them towards Sphinx.

Obviously it was rotten internal organs, but Sphinx didn’t dare to take it hard, even dodge.

Filled with the curse of Baba Yaga and the resentment of’Bobby’ before his death, the internal organs at this moment have been transformed into an outrageous revenge bomb.

Numerous sticky venoms and shadows spewed out of it, flying in the air, continuously baring fangs and brandishing claws, crashing into Sphinx, leaving a trace of whiplash on this mixed-race Divine Beast .

Every whiplash tears flesh and blood, bones are visible, and traces of deep corruption are left behind.

Sphinx has become a prototype.

Sphinx.

Only the size does not have the horrible size of its father, only a few meters, and there are still traces of wild beast remaining on the face, with both eyes never seeing the glory of wisdom, but with the brutality and anger of the animal nature.

Declining species, or hybrids.

Like his master, after the Pharaoh’s guard has lost the power to question the soul, all that remains is the power and life of the wild beast.

However, it is still enough to confront Baba Yaga head-on.

Don’t fall down!

“Kosche!!!”

Pharaoh roared, glaring at the dazed old man sitting in the wheelchair of the restaurant, “Do you want to tear up the covenant! Just because my guard ate you a damn chicken? If this is your wish, then I can take you The destruction of yearn for something even in dreams is for you!”

The old man was silent, just staring blankly at the soup in front of him that had already been cold.

It’s like dementia.

But those wolf-shaped out-of-control people didn’t even dare to approach him, even if they just smelled him, they would have a strategic withdrawal.

Seems to escape Natural Enemy.

Even if he looked like an old man who was going to die.

The trembling hand held the spoon, and tremblingly poured poison into the throat, one drop at a time, slowly… until the bowl of Wolfsbane-rich soup drank into the abdomen.

He put down his golden spoon, took the napkin, and wiped the corners of his mouth slowly.

“Enough, Yaga.”

Kosche trembles and lifts the head, his eyes murkyly staring at his crazy younger sister: “The time for dinner is over. When are you going to be wild?”

Yaga turned back suddenly, staring at him angrily, screaming!

“I said, enough.”

Kosche raised his voice, as if angered, but advanced, and coughed violently, turning Wolfsbane in the soup into thick sputum, and spit on the ground.

“Let’s stop here.”

He looked at his younger sister, and so categorically gave notice, saying one word at a time in words from his hometown: “Forget me that damn chicken! Forget that room has nothing but bones The broken house! You’ve been in that damn hell enough, my dear younger sister!”

As if to stare out the eyes, Yaga’s face looks sinister, glaring at his big brother: “So did you take me to another hell?”

Kosche coughed, his voice hoarse: “I just… I just want to set you free.”

“Ha! Freedom!” Yaga laughed wildly. “Look at this, a broken ship destined to sink, a curse that cannot be escaped, dear big brother, is this the freedom you gave me?”

“The curse can be cracked, Yaga, trust me.” Kosche said hoarsely: “I promise, we will have a new beginning in the Americas! Now there is only a little problem… a little…”

But before he finished speaking, he began to cough again, tearing his heart apart. The hollow voice seemed to have disappeared from the heart.

Painful and sharp.

He covered his throat, opened his mouth wide, and gasped violently. It wasn’t until Baba Yaga stepped up, pulled his hands away, took out a small silver jug, and poured the potion brewed by the witch into his lungs.

cautiously, a drop.

In an instant, the coughing sound subsided, and Kosche collapsed on the chair, gasping violently, speechless. Only Baba Yaga looked down at him, and for a long time, disappointedly took the head:

“Big brother, you really broke my heart.”

Without saying anything, with a sobbing cry, she turned and left Bobby’s body.

In the silence, Pharaoh’s applause sounded.

“It’s really a good show.”

The teenager sneered and looked at him with a tilted head: “Kosche, how do you plan to compensate her for her offense?”

Kosche didn’t speak.

Just gasping for a long time, he took a napkin, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and leaned tiredly on his wheelchair.

“Amenmesse, do you know?” Kosche suddenly said, “Respect is mutual.”

“respect?”

Pharaoh was teased, “You even said the word “respect” to me?”

“Yeah, isn’t this a topic between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?”