Apocalyptic Forecast

"Wow, the real Bitch has appeared!"

The black mirrored elbow next to Huaishi supported his shoulder, and he exclaimed, "Look! I didn't expect to have such a radiant face, right?"

"Wait……"

Huai Shi dismissed the arm of the guy next to him, raised his head and raised his hand and asked: "It doesn't matter if he repents, why should I be pointed at by the sword?"

"Oh, you don't need to."

The saint's mirror image turned the sword's edge disgusted: "The evil one needs to be rescued, and there is no cure for the fallen self."

"That's right... wait!"

Huai Shi clicked her mouth, how could it feel that something smells wrong: "Why am I helpless, and I am depraved?!"

"Doing nothing."

The sage glimpsed indifferently: "You, have given up many lives, you are ashamed of everything you have, your life will eventually become meaningless because of laziness and the satisfaction of desire..."

"Let's take a look, Mother Bitch is like this." The mirror next to Huai Shi shook his head helplessly: "I have a proposal, why don't we join hands and discuss other things after doing him?"

"Ha ha."

Huai Shi squinted: "Then I got stabbed by you back, right? How about you first when I joined hands with him?"

"Have you started biting dogs so soon?" The sage sneered, "Sorry, I don't have the habit of joining forces with evil parties and incompetent..."

"Tsk...Look at the wickedness of your dog."

"You guys are over?"

Huai Shi didn't answer, but he heard a cold voice behind him.

At the dividing line between light and darkness, a slender and pale figure emerged, and he rolled up his sleeves blankly: "Quickly solve it, stop talking nonsense."

The sick face was full of boredom and disgust, too lazy to talk.

Hoarse and crazy laughter sounded from the other end.

"Am I late? Is it still early?"

The grinning face came out of the darkness.

Huai Shi started to numb his scalp.

Looking at the figures emerging from the void, his head was numb and bald.

And when everyone looks at themselves, they feel the pressure of being watched by countless people. The countless people who know themselves best, know themselves the most, and at the same time, are part of themselves, staring at him.

"The choice is about to begin, my friend."

The evil mirror draped his shoulders, flicked the soot, and curiously asked: "Are you ready?"

"This is really exciting."

Huai Shi sighed lightly, seemingly distressed, but couldn't help grinning.

The answer to him was countless happy smiles that were exactly the same!

"It's going to start."

In the chapel behind the Church of Spilled Blood, under the dome of colorful windows, the solemnly standing old bishop raised his eyes.

In the chapel, everyone looked cautious.

The rare bishops of the Japan-Russia Union gathered here at this moment.

Through the network formed by the Holy Coffin, the sublimators of the Russian Federation have crossed a long distance and gathered here, dressed in black robes and purple and gold ribbons, with a solemn bearing that makes people dare not to come out.

And Ekaterina just sat on the bench, holding the rose rosary, praying silently. Beside her, Alexei pushed the sleeping girl in the wheelchair, he stopped talking.

In the projection on the altar, there is only a dark area.

A weird and huge mirror surface is faintly reflected. There are colorful and dim flowing in the mirror surface, constantly interweaving illusions and beautiful scenery that are unavailable in the world, and sometimes the corpse mountains and blood and scary scenes in **** appear.

Even if viewed through the projection, people can't help but waver.

If there is a moment of trance, even if you have not directly witnessed it, the soul will probably be drawn into it, contaminated with the curse of anger and pain, right?

In the projected record, when the elevator opened, Huai Shi had lost her mind.

Standing in front of a huge bronze mirror like a walking dead.

Seduced by the changed soul, he stretched out his hand, pressed it on the mirror, and broke the gap between reality and reality, and walked into it.

Then, countless phantoms emerged from it, and the jaw-dropping number continued to rise. If it weren't from the identification of the Holy Coffin, the people present almost thought that this was the illusion that led them to go down and explore.

It is impossible to imagine how there is such a large number.

"Normally, he is a sublimator who has passed the trial of the Vientiane Celestial Sphere and received the highest evaluation."

Russell played cigar ash without hesitation, and said calmly: "This is just a part, and there are more that he has already integrated and rejected by himself-the possibility of being denied by that power. Even the mirror of day and night cannot shine."

"Too dangerous."

The old bishop raised his eyes: "Mr. Russell, life is not a balance. It is not advisable to sacrifice a person in order to save one."

"of course."

Russell nodded: "I deeply agree with this, but I have a slightly different opinion on your assessment of the current situation."

"We have no intention of taking ownership of the Mirror of Day and Night. We have always maintained an intelligence blockade to ensure maximum security.

Now it seems that you have a different understanding of it..."

The old man pondered for a moment, then sighed lightly: "What the mirror of day and night reflects is not an illusion or trial. Rather, it is the refraction of miraculous imprints to recreate a brand-new soul with the original quality.

At this moment, all the mirror images that Mr. Huai Shi sees are, in the final analysis, a profile derived from the nature of the self. Under the interference of the curse, all the mirror images will resist tit-for-tat.

But that is undoubtedly part of him and cannot be solved through brute force. "

Killing evil, destroying fanaticism, defeating laziness, defeating another self... It sounds very cool, but this is not a self-challenge plot that is popular in JUMP.

It should be said, on the contrary!

There are countless people who have passed the trial using this method, but without exception, when they are returned from the mirror, their souls are missing.

They completely lost the part that was killed by themselves.

Whether it is evil or good, laziness or fanaticism... Once the mirror image is erased, that part of the soul will be completely lost.

So many mirror images do not prove that Huai Shi is special, but it even more illustrates the danger of the situation.

The more you kill, the more you lose.

In the end, there will only be nothing but the self named Huai Shi, and it will become an empty shell that is not moved by the world.

If you want to truly pass the torture of day and night, then there is only one way.

Let those who are diametrically opposed to you, it is absolutely impossible to have any slivers of common language, and willingly express identification with the ontology.

Lies will not be useful, eloquence is useless, promises and threats will not have the slightest effect.

In the final analysis, it is the trialer himself.

No one can lie or deceive only to themselves, and more often, only to themselves, who cannot forgive and tolerate.

This is an unsolvable dilemma.

"rest assured."

Russell smiled happily and let out a wisp of green smoke: "It's hard to tell other people. For Huai Shi, I'm afraid it's just a little troublesome. There won't be any moths!"

It is true that the more people who are accustomed to killing, the more they will like to use killing to solve conflicts.

If other sublimers face this situation, whether it is the body or the mirror image, I am afraid they will directly solve the problem with this most simple method.

But this alone does not work in the face of Huai Shi!

"Believe me, even though it is called the'Sword of Disaster', no one in this world can hate this name more than him..."

Russell stared at the scene in the projection and whispered softly: "The King of Danbo, the Prince of Paradise, the Special Military Attache of the Astronomical Society, the King of Jinling Decapitation, the Great Master Killer... these are just descriptions of him without authorization.

From beginning to end, the only title he was willing to recognize and be proud of from the heart was—"

At that moment, everyone in the silent chapel was startled at the same time.

He raised his eyes in amazement.

As if an illusion.

An illusion-like melody sounded from the darkness.

At that moment, the darkness was turbulent, and the mighty sound galloped, gushing out like a torrent, stirring up all illusions, and shaking the deadly darkness.

Countless mottled colors quickly dimmed and shrunk into nothingness.

In the sacred exhibition room that has been heavily blocked, at this moment, it has fallen into chaos, everything has lost its outline, and under the changes brewing in the mirror of day and night, numerous changes and changes emerge.

Everything is disappearing quickly.

In the end, nothing was left.

Just like the essence of the abyss.

And as the Huai poem in the mirror looked down, at the moment the piano bow was raised, countless changes emerged from the chaos.

Just like opening up the world!

Accompanied by a soft and lively melody, that piece of nothingness surging, gushing out infinitely brilliant colors and changes ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ like the soul running above the abyss, lighting up the first ray of light.

Clear qi rises, turbid qi drops.

Amidst the violent changes like thunderbolts, bright sunshine is shining from the sky, and everything is growing!

Spring is here.

"Vivaldi, "Four Seasons" Concerto?"

When countless cello melodies, either low or high, or bright or sad, overlap in one place, a mighty trend is formed, spreading, and covering everything.

Countless mirrors emerged from the void, reflecting the concentrating mirror images of each one, as well as the gentle outline of the musical instruments in their hands.

Play!

Dominating the four-hour cycle, the solemn performance of the rise and fall of all things begins!

At this moment, whether it is kind, evil, laziness or fanaticism, all the mirror images are like Huai Shi, immersed in this swaying melody.

This is where Russell has confidence in Huai Shi.

Even, in order not to form negative interference, he deliberately concealed him.

If it is the essence that has nothing to do with Huai Shi, then it has nothing to do with all the killing.

But if it really comes from a part of Huai poems, then it is bound to be impossible for the second situation to appear!

——If it is decided who will become Huai Shi, what kind of duel is more suitable than this?

"Look, the musician's special performance has begun!"

Russell laughed and looked at the illusion in the mirror with relief.

Enjoy the show, Huai Shi.

Only at this moment can he have this wonderful experience of playing with him!

This is a surprise prepared for you by the teacher...

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