Apocalyptic Forecast

The atmosphere was so strange in an instant.

The look in those eyes was like seeing a heinous serial murderer who returned home gently to make dinner for a kitten.

Still holding the kitten cat and nyanya barking with it.

Even though it is the remnants of the past, the only reflections of the gods who were once, but now, those vague outlines still show uncontrollable consternation and confusion.

It's a hell.

But Tong Ji didn't care about those gazes, she just took apart the can of Happy Water, poured it in, and put in a straw.

After having a couple of happily sucking mouthfuls, he asked.

"Then, let's get back to the point--"

She said, "Everyone has been dead for so many years, do you still want to be my stumbling block?"

Having said this, she showed a kind smile: "Although as a beautiful and kind big sister, I love peace most, I really don't want to do anything to the ashes of acquaintances.

But if you have to give me face, I have no other way except to promote you. "

The joyous atmosphere disappeared without a trace, replaced by a raging hostility.

The killing intent of the gods is intertwined with each other, making the sweet wine bitter.

There are no bubbles in the happy water and it becomes a greasy syrup.

Until the top of the banquet, a deep voice sounded.

"You now? Forget it."

Zeus poured out the wine and said, "What else can you get from the fight between the phantom and the phantom besides being broken? We are not going to stop you."

"But you stopped it, didn't you? The rules of [Before God Showdown] were changed by you."

Tongji reminded her expressionlessly: "You guys, you have chosen to stand on the opposite side of me...just like before.

Even after so many years, you guys who are dead can still have this great spring and autumn dream here are thanks to me, but in the end you choose to avenge your grievances and add obstacles to others? Are you human? "

"It's not the first time Olympus avenge revenge. Isn't this rare? Besides, we are gods. Is it a bit too harsh to demand us by human nature?

If I remember correctly-the relationship between us has never been friendly, no, it should be said that it is a deep hatred like a sea. "

Zeus made no secret of his actions, but calmly told her: "Since this is the front of the gods, then the confrontation in front of the gods must be fair.

We just fulfilled our responsibilities, but instead you stood side by side with your patrons, didn't you? "

Tong Ji's expression suddenly became serious, and she raised a finger.

"Correct a little, it's a ‘contractor’, not a ‘favorite’.”

"What's the difference?" Zeus puzzled.

"Of course there is, don't you want to be like everyone else?

You Olympus group of promiscuity change wives to be like otaku changing paper people, you want to **** it when you see a heifer with a handsome face, but you want it when you encounter a good-looking boy Take care...We Dongxia are very serious and serious. "

Having said this, the corner of her mouth sneered: "Besides, don't think I didn't see it. You guys from Olympus are all trash people. After all, you just want to watch'Troy' again, right? ! Dead, why do you still like to make trouble?"

Zeus shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't feel the guilty conscience of being said to be cautious. Instead, he asked confidently, "Don't you want it?"

He paused for a while, and his smile became more and more weird: "Or, as a goddess, don't you care who the Golden Apple flower is?"

"Are you interested in the boring results that are already destined?"

Tong Ji raised her finger, pulled a strand of black hair like brocade to her shoulder, and asked calmly, "Isn't something like golden apples supposed to belong to a good woman like me?"

After she finished speaking, she paused and looked around: "There shouldn't be any Xiao Biao who likes to mess with me? No? No? No?

Sister Ya is so stressed, let Sister Ya take it first? "

"..."

After saying a word, half of those silhouettes cast hostile and hateful gazes at the place, and they couldn't restrain themselves.

Those distant sounds are full of anger, but it is difficult to pass through the long time to arrive here.

Dreams that are too thin can no longer carry more.

Moreover, the divinities they retain are few and far between, and they can't even show their true colors. Only the previous instincts remain, no different from the clay sculptures in the temple.

Only Zeus, the king of the gods, as a symbol of Olympus, can temporarily get rid of the state of annihilation and come here with a clear posture.

It is conceivable how complicated he felt when he saw his former opponents jumping alive and dancing at his own grave.

And Tong Ji, as a villain, took a small cup and drank other people's wine, she already picked up the fruit plate on the table and ate.

Mouth happily.

I also sigh, this is the taste, authentic!

"Ah, yes, the whole family has to be neat and tidy."

She threw grapes in her mouth, looked at the only empty seat at the banquet, "Why are so many people here, but Apollo is not here?"

"Didn't he die long ago?"

Zeus drank the wine and said calmly: "Killed by your own hands."

"Hey, it's all from the past. When we were young, everyone was ignorant and it was normal to make mistakes. At that time, they were still young and still a child.

You see that I have let go, why can't you let go? "

Such unscrupulous provocations against the gods once did not worry that they would attack themselves desperately under their anger.

Tong Ji tilted her head, spit out the grape seeds in her mouth, and said casually:

"Speaking of which, you should thank me instead..."

The corners of her mouth curled up, and she did not conceal her mockery: "I let him avoid the'great benefactor' who ended up like you."

The cold winter wind, the icy moonlight sharp as an arrow, the roar of the God of War, and the hostility of the Judge...

At that moment, under this humiliation, the projection of the Olympus gods appeared fiery scarlet.

A ray of furious thunder appeared in Zeus's eyes.

"Do you want to go to war?"

The former **** king asked in a cold voice: "You came to Helios without our permission. Now, we have entertained you and invited you to the banquet, and all you have brought are mockery and humiliation.

The remaining bones of us have not decayed to the point of unbearable trend, if you want to go to war, you can say so. "

"No, isn't this because you are insulting yourself?"

Tong Ji held her cup indifferently, "You destroyed everything you created with your own hands, because your greed has fallen to this level.

Don't you allow me, the one who cleans up hands, to complain?

Why do you think you can still keep your temple now? Why can you still be here? Zeus, if it weren't for Helios, do you think I would waste time talking to you? "

Tong Ji raised her eyes and calmly told all the gods here: "You are responsible for your fate. From the time you want to abandon this world in order to get rid of your destiny, you have been destined for this result. "

"The King of the White Crown has already seen the risks of this set. He reminded you, but no one listened. He can only fly far away and break up with you. As a result, you are still implicated in it.

She said, "This is what is called-'self-employed'!"

Not only the Olympian gods here, from Rome to Egypt, from America to Eastern Xia, in her opinion, the fallen gods, without exception, are all to blame.

This is the consequence of hope in hell.

——Is it wrong to seek the future in the abyss?

This is what Tong Ji never said to Huai Shi-the second half of the so-called "social history" about the gods, the inducement for the fall of the gods hundreds of years ago.

The divinity born from the pillar of the gods has abandoned the destiny, but the gods ascended from the present state have abandoned their duties.

Not reconciled to a life span of a thousand years, not reconciled to the control of destiny.

The never-ending greed in this human nature has become the driving force for countless explorations...

Through blood, through care, through gifts, through commands and punishments, I want to break free from the shackles.

Therefore, there will be many demigods, and the power of miracles will be spread to the hands of mortals. And because of this, the existence of the pedigree is formed, competing with each other, fighting and changing each other.

Rome, Eastern Summer, Egypt, Tianzhu, America...

The war spread and swept through every inch of the current land. The floods and disasters that have caused the entire world to be on the brink of destruction several times, even if the sensible people continue to try to restore it, it is still in vain.

All the efforts put in are nothing but a drop in the bucket.

Until half of the gods fell because of this, the remaining survivors tried to find a second way beyond the conflict.

Since the war cannot achieve the goal.

Then the only way left is ‘union’.

The first to change was the Pantheon. The three thunder fathers of Rome, Greece, and Northern Europe took the lead in concluding an alliance. Since the existence of the gods is to share the destiny, why not simply unite more?

The same is to obtain more correction values, why not just be a little bit more neat and enrich the destiny with the same existence?

Whether it is thunder, sun, moon, wine, art, punishment, guard, war, benevolence, fertility, curse, hunting, planting...

All come together as one.

It's almost like ordinary people raising capital to buy shares. Several ‘enterprises’ are united in one place to form a genuine monopoly!

Long before the term ‘syndicate’ was born in economics, its substance had already emerged from the hands of the gods. Collecting all authority as a means of production, using divine grace and power as property, and granting non-existent ‘legal persons’, thus creating ‘idols’ that never existed in the world.

A so-called omnipotent ‘public account’, and its owners ‘angels’.

The lineage of the Holy Spirit is born!

It was an unprecedented gambling, and then it was an unprecedented success!

More and more gods joined in, abandoned the war, and chose a win-win situation. There are even people who have learned a lot and started anew...

After the first person ate the crab, all kinds of new ideas emerged in an endless stream.

The gods hidden behind the scenes, like shareholders in the board of directors, have received a steady stream of correction value dividends, and have obtained vital freedom.

It was a golden age that was so beautiful as the kingdom of heaven.

The whole world is developing rapidly, and the entire present realm is growing at a high speed, just like Eden, which does not exist, with milk and honey in the river, figs on the trees, and the water as sweet as wine.

Even if someone sees the hidden dangers, no one cares.

Even if it is the actual executive, the selected CEO, the vice-prince of heaven warns the shareholders meeting, but the gods who are addicted and profitable still don't care.

Even though this fascinating beauty is rooted in hell, even though the age of flowers and brocades before us is overdrawing the lives of the present.

The law of conservation of miracles was left behind.

No one cares how tragic a **** such a huge miracle will create in the abyss. And the empty shell of omniscience and omnipotence will form a huge reflection, and what kind of root seedlings will be planted.

It's as if before the subprime mortgage crisis, every investor would ignore those rumors that are catching the eye.

The risk is controllable.

Everyone says so.

But no one cares about the unknown risks.

Until one day, the disaster came without warning.

After a long period of incubation, the evil fruit finally sprouted from hell-overnight, an unprecedented storm spread quickly and spread to everyone involved, even the innocent who did not participate.

Only a few lucky ones can survive due to sleep, suspended animation and blessing, or replacement and rescue at the last moment.

The ending recorded in the book of Revelation has arrived.

It is called the end of ‘Apocalypse’.

Solidification, fall, dusk, and five decays of heaven and human beings. Whatever you call it, it's actually the same thing as ‘death’.

Under the terrifying gravity from the abyss, the decline and collapse spread rapidly.

Returning the destiny to the present realm, leaving the authority in the world, throwing the miracle into the world, after losing everything, the dead gods fell from the heaven, passed through the realm, and fell into the abyss.

A magnificent despair called the Fountain of Backlight was formed~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In the deepest part of hell, the last remaining divinities ushered in the final distortion and solidification, conforming to the gravitational force of the abyss, and gathered into one body.

Thus, the reflection corresponding to the omnipotent existence, the only true **** and supreme lord remaining in this world, was finally born from the deepest hell.

With the loud noise of the collapse of the present situation as the first cry, the element of destruction known as the rancher opened his eyes.

Look at the world that belongs to me.

For the first time in my life, I felt the so-called "hunger"!

To this day, the thing that is most qualified to call itself a **** in the whole world is still continuing that ugly state of unbearable purpose, constantly devouring it.

The disasters and poisoning caused are all proofs of this sin.

"Don't you regret it?"

Tong Ji looked at the gloomy faces and asked curiously, "Don't you ever feel ashamed of it?"

In the silence, Zeus suddenly laughed softly, so mocking.

The old God King raised his head and drank the cursed wine in his cup, and asked nonchalantly: "Is there any difference between you and us?

Or, do you want me to remind you of the One?

Even if you can know in advance that your success is only that moment, everything you do will cause people to betray your relatives, will you stop what you do?

If the ‘union’ is our sin, then the war before the union was caused by you! "

"Who said no?"

Tong Ji calmly responded, lowered her head, looked at the pink porcelain cup in her hand, and laughed at herself, "Perhaps, this is the price I paid."

In the silence, no one spoke.

In the face of ignorance, the gods themselves are silent.