Apocalyptic Forecast

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

Even far away from homeland and aging, Baba Yaga's power at this moment still makes the steel cruise ship tremble and has no load. It was as if the entire ship had to be taken apart.

The woman was completely mad ...

"what happened?"

Huai Shi was puzzled and turned back, but suddenly realized that 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 was the wave that the cruise ship set off while galloping, but now, this wave of air makes Huai Shi feel something wrong.

The speed of the boat ... seems to have accelerated!

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

A voice rang out, a stern word standing at the door. He tilted his head and looked at the stupefied Huai poetry, 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-he does not want the weak, but the strong who can survive this trial.

This is the instruction he engraved on the ship: if blind escape 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 ... "

Huaixi turned back indifferently, raised the axe in his arm: "Why are you here?"

"Of course to help you."

Yin Yan shrugged and leaned on the door frame: "I remember we were allies ... your secret should be killing someone, right?"

With that said, he took a slap-sized note from his pocket.

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

"In addition to the useless manuscript, in fact, I found this thing on the captain's remains, a gift left by 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 looking for is easy, you think, Huai Shi, no, should say ... Vampire of the Order-Abraham Van Helsin! "

If the "real name" of Huai poems is selected, it proves that his words are true.

"I already know where you are looking for."

He put away the passenger list, "Come with me."

In the silence, besides 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 murderous intention was revealed:

"--Huai Shi, kill him."

without hesitation.

Huai Shi pulled the trigger of the crossbow.

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.

boom!

Along with the broken wall, the figure of the teenager emerged from the broken rift, staggered back, stepped into the corridor.

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

"Untouchables, get away!"

In anger, Pharaoh lifted his scarlet eyes and waved his hands, and from the robe, countless golden lights flew out-the scarab beetle residing in the body rose up like a bullet and instantly torn off the offender 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 a unique sacred mark of the pharaohs in Egypt. Every sacred person who is qualified to be a pharaoh will receive this sacred mark and obtain an undead body.

Whether it is a sword, axe, or blaze, it is difficult to kill.

After passing the path of Olysses, he was recognized by the gods and given the sacred spirit, becoming the master of the upper and lower realms that wear red and white crowns, combining gods and humans.

Now, although the spirit given by this **** has been recovered, the sacred prototype has never left. He still retains the blood and strength that he once honored, and he will not allow any inferiors to invade.

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

Baba Yaga.

She was roaring, screaming, roaring wildly, yelling, spitting out inexplicable dirty language and a deep blasphemous curse.

Staring desperately at Sphinx guarding Pharaoh.

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

So conspicuous.

"It turned out to be you ... turned out to be you **** ..."

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

She screamed hysterically and stretched out her hand, 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 grievances of 'Bobby' before his death, the internal organs at this moment have been transformed into unrelenting revenge bombs.

Numerous sticky venoms and shadows spewed out of it, flying in the air, continually opening their teeth and claws, and slammed into Sphinx, leaving a trace of whiplash on this hybrid beast.

Every whiplash tears flesh and blood, bones can be seen deeply, leaving traces of deep corruption.

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 the beast on the man's face, and the glory of wisdom has never been seen in his eyes, but with the brutality and anger of the animal nature.

Declining species, or hybrids.

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

However, it is still enough to confront Baba Yaga.

Don't fall down!

"Kosche !!!"

The Pharaoh roared, glaring at the daze old man sitting in the wheelchair of the restaurant, "Do you want to tear up the covenant! Just because my guard ate you a **** chicken? If this is your wish, then I can The destruction you dreamed of is for you! "

The old man was silent, just staring blankly at the bowl of soup in front of him that had 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 retreat in a hurry.

Seems to escape natural enemies.

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, bit by bit, slowly ... until the bowl full of lupus-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."

Koszche raised his head tremblingly, staring at his mad sister with a turbid eye: "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."

Koszche raised his voice as if he were angry, but advanced, and coughed violently, turning the venom in the soup into thick sputum and spitting it on the ground.

"Stop here."

He looked at his sister, so categorically notified, and said one word at a time in the words from his hometown: "Forget me that **** chicken! Forget that room has nothing but bones. Broken house! You've been enough in that **** hell, my dear sister! "

As if to stare out his eyes, Yaga's face was ugly, glaring at his brother: "So did you take me to another hell?"

Koscie's cough suppressed, and his voice was hoarse: "I just ... I just want to set you free."

"Ha! Free!" Yaga laughed wildly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Look at this, a broken ship destined to sink, a curse that cannot be escaped, dear brother, is this the freedom you gave me? ? "

"The curse can be cracked, Yaga, trust me." Koscie 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 even from the heart.

Painful and sharp.

He covered his throat, opened his mouth wide, and gasped violently. Until Baba Yaga came up, pulled his hands away, took out a small silver jug, and poured the potion brewed by the witch into his lungs.

Carefully, a drop.

In an instant, the coughing sound subsided, and Koscie collapsed on the chair, gasping violently, speechless. Only Baba Yaga looked down at him and shook his head in disappointment for a long time:

"Brother, you really broke my heart."

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

In silence, the applause of the Pharaoh sounded.

"It's really a good show."

The sneer sneered and looked at him with a tilted head: "Kosche, how are you going to compensate her for her offense?"

Koscie 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.

"Amon Mesis, do you know?" Koscie said suddenly, "Respect is mutual."

"respect?"

Pharaoh was amused, "You even said the word" respect "to me?"

"Yeah, isn't this a topic between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?"