Apocalyptic Forecast

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In a trance, I smelled the smell of the floor and the smell of sweat.

The mouth is full of rust, and the stinging blood energy fills the lungs, making it hard to breathe.

“Did this fall?”

The old voice was unpleasantly angry, the angry wooden knife fell down, and ruthless hit him in the face: “Too shameful, Sasaki! Stand up for me!”

He tried hard to raise his hand and support his body, but soon fell to the ground.

The eyes were dark.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” He was holding head, begging for mercy in a low voice: “Please give me a rest… just a while, just a while.”

“Then quit, get out of here.”

Ruthless kicked him, and the floor seemed to roll over, patting him, and the world was spinning and turbulent.

The old face with no expression was gradually blurred.

The old man was looking down, looking down at himself without any mercy.

“Listen to me, Sasaki. Since Dao Field started, among the students I have seen…innate talent, aptitude and ability, you are the worst.”

“This is not an incentive, but a fact.”

The old man looked down on his face ruthlessly and told him word by word: “You are rotten wood, you have to learn to give up, understand?”

In the silence, there was only an embarrassed gasp and a sound of struggling.

The youngster of bloody nose and swollen face is struggling to support his body, raising his hand, and pulling the old man’s trouser legs.

“Teacher, ask me…”

He prostrate on the ground, sitting in the deformed soil, humbled his begging and begging: “Please teach me… I… have the righteousness to repay, and the things that have to be done.”

Even if you have lost your mind, you can still struggle in vain: “Please be magnanimous, please…”

In the long silence, the old man looked at the humble youngster indifferently. For a long time, he slowly lifted his feet, throwing away the hands pulling his trouser legs, and kicking him away cruelly.

“Since you can’t give up your sword technique, learn to give up your life, idiot.”

The wooden knife fell and pierced the floor in front of him. The old man ordered for the last time: “Stand up, immediately!”

The old voice mixed with an angry growl and exploded in his ear.

“How long will you sleep, damned bastard!!!”

It is black in front of you.

Sasaki awakened from his dream, only to feel a sudden pain in his face, as if he was struggling with a punch, and finally woke up from the painful dream created by a lot of tranquilizers, eyes opened.

Then, I saw the city of Zatou in front of me.

Kneeling in place.

The blood-stained blind swordsman had broken into the prison cage, stood in front of his bed, raised his hand, and helped him break the shackles and those infusion tubes.

What is even more surprising is the dressing of Zatou City today.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Under the broken Yingzhou robe is a camouflage suit, body armor, gray helmet, dark military boots, full of clips, a pistol tied to the leg, a grenade hanging around the waist, and 2 hands held high 2 MP5.

And 3 katana behind you…

Simply, fully armed!

But it is completely different from what the zhato city was supposed to be.

“Where did you get the equipment for this SWAT team?” Sasaki stunned.

“Isn’t youngster always saying this lately… Times have changed, Sasaki!” The blind swordsman grinned and smiled cheerfully: “Sure enough, it’s still a good gun…didn’t expect, I am now specially hired by the Land Self-Defense Force Instructor!”

“What stuff?”

“Part-time job, the blind life of this world is not easy, don’t you try your best to give massage to someone else… hurry and walk around.”

Zatoichi put down a gun and stretched his hand to pull him from the bed. “I broke in. I still don’t know what the situation is outside… It’s not easy for a blind to dive in. Don’t do it. Is it hard to escort you to kill me?”

Sasaki fell to the ground, only to hear ka beng, the bracket on his leg collided with the ground, his expression twitched instantly.

Acute pain.

“You broke your leg?”

Zhatou’s ears twitched slightly, brows frowned, listening to the footsteps rushing out of the door, his expression suddenly became irritable, and he could only hold Sasaki’s arm against his shoulder. He felt helpless: “We are a blind and a crisple In the future, if you don’t do it anymore, we can still work together to perform art together. You show me the way, how good is my massage, why are you doing it?”

“Thanks.”

Sasaki smiled bitterly and took a blade from his back to use as a cane, limping and rushing out of the seat market.

The more outward, the more terrible the scene you see.

In the magnificent Liuli Palace like the Kingdom of Heaven, there are constant monster running at the moment, eating flesh and blood, and living hell scenes are constantly being staged.

The boiling evil is filled with every inch of air, and a little pulling pulls everyone to solidify and transform into hell.

When the reversal turned into a disaster, his free horror magical nature lingered in everyone’s mind.

Like a sharp blade, it hangs over the head of everyone who sees a family in the house. But when a trace of Evil Thought rises in his heart, it will be rapidly enlarged and distorted, ushering in distortion and transformation…

This is a curse against Bloodline.

“Sasaki, I know you, Sasaki, save me… save me…”

The wriggling man came out of the original empty shell with difficulty, raised his twisted palm on the ground, and hissed sharply: “I am restless, have you forgotten? We drank a few years ago… …Save me, I said something for you…”

The indifferent gunshots responded to him.

In the city of Zatou, hearing noise to distinguish position, aimed at his face, pulled the trigger, and after indifferently hitting a bullet, took off the thermite and sprinkled it on the rapidly decaying body and set it on fire.

The fire rose.

And Sasaki stayed still.

Staring blankly at everything in front of him…

“Give up, Sasaki, seeing the house is not saved.”

Sasaki was silent, not speaking, as if he had lost his soul.

“No time wasted, go!”

Zitou City was furious and pulled his hand to pull him away, but instantly, stiffened in place… the expression of anger freezes, gradually, losing blood.

It was pale.

Feel the crisis, feel the terror…

In the sudden loud noise, the cold current sprayed out from the gap in the wall, and immediately took all the temperature. A thick icicle protruded from the wall, slanting thorns into the sky, followed by cold light flashed, icicle all split up and in pieces, falling down to the ground.

With the silhouette above.

A high roar came from the frost wind.

Like a giant elephant hissing.

Father Frost advanced in the roar, the golden saber fell, and pressed tightly, decisively suppressing the slender silhouette, ruthless in the snowstorm.

Can’t be merciful.

Because the blood is dancing-the Evil Thought in the sky is stirred up, wrapped around the red blade, and cut forward!

It’s still the ugly Tangzhu shape!

Is that really a sword technique? Is that really a sword? Or, just take a stick and make it up?

But when the blade of resentment was lifted, the fierce Evil Thought’s fire attached to it and burned vigorously.

When the sword blade fell, it burst into a terrible roar, and set off a stormy sea wave in the snowstorm.

The wind and snow rolled up, and Father Frost’s sabre suddenly shook, reappearing a gap, and soon, the growing frost had covered the gap.

But then, the chopping of the blade of resentment has been chopped down again!

There is no breathing time.

The shelling belonging to 1812 has just begun!

The flame of Trapping Hand is burning vigorously.

Amidst the fierce flames, the beautiful face looks like a vicious ghost at this moment!

The foundry furnace is pumping Evil Thought in the air, transforming the power of hell into Elementium, bursting with the hack!

Regardless of the probability of the erosion, there is no need for the cheating and transformation of the kitchen demon skill, and now the divine nature of Xihe glows weak rays of light, covering him.

From the moment when he became the master of the large group, the sprouting divine nature of Junior Controller Of Life has swallowed the pollution of not worth mentioning.

In this magical realm, he is home!

The darkness of Buried Bones Sanctuary unfolded violently, and the godly carols walked again. The iron crow spread its iron wings and broke through the blizzard, and its sharp minions attacked the burly Father Frost.

Like a burning meteor, howling.

When armed with Elementium attached to Huai Shi, the flaming crow has been transformed into an outright Border Relic, and every dive and flare are equivalent to Huai Shi’s own attacks.

The slender and thin silhouette will unbelievably suppress Father Frost under his hands!

The blizzard suddenly roared, and the spreading cold flow shrank quickly. After Frost Father turned into a huge carriage, under the pull of the frozen horse, it rushed forward, and finally dispersed the crows of the uncertain crow!

Vladimir took a step back, raised his hand, and pulled out the frozen ice edge behind him. The sharp ice edge quickly extended in his hand and became a heavy axe.

Holding the saber in one hand, and dragging the exaggerated axe in the other hand, it set off a new storm again.

“What the hell is that …”

In the corner, the blind Zaoto city raised its cloudy eyes and felt the change in the air dullly.

Suddenly an unreasonable storm suddenly fell from the sky, covering everything. The turbulent Elementium forms a vortex. When two huge wind eyes collide with each other, a chaotic flow of heaven-shaking, earth-shattering is triggered.

However, in the observation of the mind and eye, the void “wind eye” is not empty.

Even though he couldn’t get a glimpse of the outline of the body, he could still sense the terrifying essence.

One is covered with frost from the wild, like it is to freeze everything completely, and the frantic Elementium spreads, forming a storm that hides the sky and covering the earth.

And the other seems to be the distortion of the realm itself!

Just like the incarnation he dropped freely…

Heavenly Demon descended on her own courtyard and palace, speaking magic, boiling Evil Thought surging, tamed by her to be driven, devoured… She was already incarnation as the controller here.

Anti-customer-oriented!

Compared with the endless sea of ​​despair in the Hometown of Dusk, now he is at ease, it’s just a play! The magical realm created by Room 8 has become a toy in her hands!

Zatou City was stiff in the corner.

Hold the hilt subconsciously.

When you accidentally break into the scene where the fierce beasts compete for the site, you will feel fear.

But now, when two breaths like tyrannical and natural disasters fall from the sky and arbitrarily descend on their heads, Zatou City can only feel the trembling of…hard to describe.

When facing the tenth-level storm, is fear useful? Would it be effective to show it to me? Can you avoid ravaging if you kneel and ask for mercy?

It is not a threat that can be avoided by showing goodwill and retreat.

Whatever bystanders do is useless.

He only hopes to be lucky to take care of himself, not to involve himself and the idiot beside him…

It wasn’t until the violent roar gradually went away with the storm, leaving only a mess in the courtyard, and after confirming that 2 people had gone away, Zatoi City slowly relaxed.

He reached out and tried to drag Sasaki to continue walking, but Sasaki stood still.

In the distance, soft footsteps sounded.

Outside the open gate of the palace, the young samurai came slowly, holding the blood-stained blade, and mercilessly cut off the head of a blood relative.

When I lifts the head, I see a messy courtyard with two people standing in it.

Suddenly for a moment, suddenly.

“Mr. Sasaki and his friends, have they ran out? That’s good, seems to be free.”

As if from the heart I was happy for the escape of the two people, I saw Kyuzu’s solemn instruction: “This is no longer a safe place. The two people have nothing to do with this place. Please leave as soon as possible.”

In this way, the blood-stained face resembling a fox smiled, nodding politely, and turned to leave.

Then, I heard the deep voice of drawing a knife behind me.

It is Sasaki.

“Sorry, Zatou, I really can’t let it go.”

The cripple held his weapon in his hand, and staggered and difficult to step forward, staring at the long face, and whispered softly: “There are always some grudges, need to be broken…”