Apocalyptic Forecast

"I suppose that guy will complain?"

On the iron crystal base, under the huge alchemy reaction furnace, the grand master buried in the workbench suddenly raised his head.

The assistant secretary from the side suddenly smiled: "Please be blunt, if it is, then maybe it will really seize power and usurp ... You can see that your secretary is quite handy with this set."

"Don't young people now understand the hard work of leaders?"

Grand Master gave an unpleasant sigh: "That guy, even if he doesn't know the **** smell of himself ..."

"To tell the truth, I didn't smell anything." The chief raised his eyes and glanced at his boss: "Don't your nose smell a lot years ago?"

"It just became a bit different from ordinary people. Although they lost their ordinary sense of smell, they became more sensitive in other areas. Sometimes they didn't know whether the accident was good or bad."

Grand Master's movements stopped for a moment, and suddenly laughed mockingly: "Maybe another 20 years, I will be ecstatic because of such changes."

"I wish you could recover soon."

The director shrugged: "However, it is more curious now, what's your taste?"

Since the accident of the furnace explosion, Grand Master has become like this.

It should be said that being able to become like this is enough to show the Grand Master's ultimate attainment of alchemy.

Seventy-two percent of the skin was lost, severe burns, two-thirds of the body lost, and the heart, liver, and lungs were all fatally wounded.

The sacred mark is broken, and the soul is completely disintegrated.

In the closed alchemy workshop, under the condition of no one rescue, after 27 hours of self-treatment and struggle, it returned to the world miraculously.

The alchemist who forged the miracle once again forged his own life.

And as a price, most of the emotions, all touch, and the foundation of life are sublimated from the fragile carbon-based compound to the operation of miracles.

He has become an alchemical melting pot, creating miracles in his life all the time.

A black box.

No one knows the internal working mechanism of this black box, and even many people are confused about it—whether the grand master in front of him is the former alchemist, or a self-discipline that he simulated before he died Answering machine.

But the Registrar never doubted it.

Whether it is the severely depressed patient in the salted fish state or the man who is indifferent and indifferent to the iron in front of him, he can feel that his best friend still remains in the body in front of him, like a flame, all the time Burning.

After discarding the vast majority of the human body and turning himself into a human-shaped border relic, Grand Master has a sense and vision that transcends common sense.

As he became more inhuman, he became closer to the essence of miracles.

All disguise and hypocrisy are in front of him.

Therefore, when the Grand Master talked about his feelings, the Chief Executive did not show any shock. What he wanted to know more was what the Grand Master felt in this young man.

"stench."

The Grand Master replied mercilessly and was extremely disgusted: "It's the kind of ... naive and stubborn smell of dead bear children! Not looking at the situation, the atmosphere, the suitability, and the convergence, once When you lose your temper, you will be in trouble.

Once something is mixed by such a person, everyone will end up having a headache.

This is exactly the same as Russell. No wonder the two kings and **** can see each other ... "

"Other than that?"

"Sourness, it can be heard across a few hundred meters. How many boats did that guy pedal on? Why hasn't it exploded in place now? Isn't it strange that such a guy was divided by a lover someday? "

"Ahaha, young people can really play." The chief of staff laughed softly: "It would be a great specialty to ask girls to like it. You see, Grand Master, you don't have this ..."

Grand Master raised his eyes and glared over.

The clerk shrugs indifferently, and it's true: everyone has been partnering for so many years, who are you scaring?

"Other than that?" The Registrar continued to ask.

"What else?"

"Being able to be jealous of Grand Master, shouldn't it be the idealism and women's fate?"

"Jealous?" Grand Master paused and frowned: "I am jealous of him?"

"Yes, jealous."

The chief raised his eyes and looked at it seriously: "To me, I have seen a lot of people who have made you angry for so many years, but they have to make you feel envious and unpleasant from the heart ... This Or the first one. Is my old eyes dizzy, sir, or have I misunderstood? "

After Grand Master glared at him for a long time, he gave a helpless sneer after all.

"... isn't your old dog's nose better than mine?"

"Thanks for the praise." The Registrar asked with a smile: "So, what's the answer?"

"……bitterness."

The Grand Master remained silent for a long time, and said unpleasantly, "There is still bitterness."

"bitterness?"

"Yes, unlike the tragic bitter almond flavor and the tormented astringency, it is a very rare bitter taste-like the last bite of the poison."

After so many years, the chief of staff is still unable to get used to the grandmaster's magical analogy, and it is difficult to understand what he means.

"That taste is not his own, but there are other gifts left, as if they were pinned on him like hope. It's just that what they left is completely different from hope and completely different from despair."

The Grand Master pondered for a long time, and said softly, "If you insist on speaking, is it relief?"

The clerk is puzzled.

"Yes, release, end, break--that's it. The little **** didn't know what he had done, how many people or monsters he killed, but those people were very loyal to him before he died. Thank you, no resentment. "

At this point, Grand Master chuckled, "I'm afraid he doesn't know how terrible he is to attract **** creatures? To those coagulants desperately eager to end, he is like a savior and gospel.

Since I saw him at first glance, I knew what Russell meant ... Since the pharaoh is not afraid that his heir will fall into the abyss, why should I be passionate? "

In the brief silence, the Chief Executive glanced at the Grand Master in amazement: "Is this a dirty deal that the top executives are not willing to declare?"

"It's just a tacit understanding caused by too much understanding of the other party's bad conduct."

The Grand Master unpleasantly snorted and urged: "Move a little bit, don't grind foreign workers ... And, what's the situation?"

"The news from five minutes ago is being stuck."

The Registrar replied: "August is in charge of the operation. Although the uneasy guy has a slightly serious suicidal tendency, there will be no problem at least before his death."

"Is it?"

Grand Master smiled.

Lifting his finger, he picked up the burning red crucible beside him, and poured all the resentment and disasters into the cauldron-so, in the dancing firelight, the red skull-shaped wine glass opened its mouth , With a silent growl.

You're done!

This was the last thing left after the Grand Master killed the metal baby and caused that sub-control center to completely collapse.

After peeling off all insignificant foreign objects and things stored on it, what remains is the most essential function of the branch control center.

An interface to the core.

"Although I have read the report, it still makes people a little skeptical." The chief of staff approached curiously and said with emotion: "Is this thing really useful?"

"If you try, you will know."

Grand Master reached out and took out the huge metal skull from it.

Like the most delicate wine glass, every detail is flawless.

As the fire light dissipated, the red skull glass quickly recovered its original pale appearance, as if it were actually created by someone's skull.

It was just that in the original empty cup, at this moment, a drop of scarlet liquid slowly permeated, exuding fragrance, just like a peerless wine.

But everyone who knows the inner affair can't help but step back a few steps. If they are facing an enemy, they are afraid that a little bit of it will spill on themselves.

Grand Master was holding a wine glass, and after a long time of pondering, he suddenly showed a disturbing smile: "I remember there is a blood sample of Huaixi here? Bring it to me, and I will add a bit of surprise to it ... that is all good. Something. "

It didn't take long for a 20ml tube of blood to be spilled into the glass, causing the wine in the glass to boil instantly. But soon, the liquid that turned from scarlet to black was again incredibly clear.

It is colorless and transparent, and no fragrance will flow out of it.

Only countless dream-like bubbles rose from it continuously, contacting the air and breaking silently, and the dreams disappeared together.

It seems that some kind of carbonated drink that is very similar to happy water and makes people very happy

"Speak to Auguste."

The Grand Master carrying the wine glass suddenly said: "Tell him that the storm is coming."

The chief turned around and hurried away.

Soon he returned and nodded solemnly to the Grand Master.

"Only day and night, isn't it lonely?"

In the silence, Grand Master lifted the glass, as if toasting invisible things, and smiled coldly: "Let's add some food to here ..."

His wrist flipped.

Pour out the liquid in the cup as much as possible.

The nearly endless sweet wine emerged from the glass and fell with the action of the Grand Master, and disappeared into the air inconceivably.

Never see the place again.

It was replaced by vibration and roar from outside the iron pedestal.

That is the sky dome——

At this moment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Under the dim light of dusk, a cloud suddenly appeared out of thin air, shrouded in this piece of dry land for thousands of years.

Thunder bursts and drums sounded.

The hurricane began to sweep out of thin air, and then, a gloomy chill shook everyone's heart as the clouds grew rapidly.

With the remote control of Hell being pressed by the Grand Master.

The storm came as scheduled!

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At the end of the month, I asked for a ticket, and finally finished coding. I started to read the event posts and announced the results and rewards after dinner. @B