Apocalypse Forecast

They believe that the torment of the flesh is the best kindling for the spirit’s spark, only through more pain and stimulation will the firelight glow more vigorously... Every fanatic gradually dons shackles through systematic processes and rituals, shuts off the irrelevant, and pursues extreme pain and torture, brewing the seeds of disaster from the depths of consciousness, letting distorted ideas from Hell sprout from the soul.

It can be said that each one is a walking source of pollution, a living festering wound of the Abyss.

Once provoked, it would cause Hell’s pollution across an entire neighborhood.

They lack a soul, possessing only twisted source substance, hence they are low cost, and precisely because of this, they are able to gather in such numbers...

At this moment, countless ascetics gather into formations like long serpents, silently praying and singing hymns, staggering out from the darkness.

Then, one by one, they meet with explosion and death.

From the broken remains, wisps of darkness rise and coil, the blood and flesh activated writhes, climbing out and converging to form one sinister figure after another.

That is the true follower of the Piper, aberrations created from the entire source substance of ascetics.

As for the corpses, quickly turning to ashes after dying on the ground, they are nothing more than flower pots used for planting, of no value whatsoever.

He Di’s smile was eerie, discovering that the quality of the ascetics created by this mystic ritual was actually far above those believers in the Current Circumstances... Just sixteen ascetics actually hatched four aberrations.

Among them appeared a rare variant, a Soul-drinking Giant holding a bone awl three meters tall, and a Psalmist endlessly playing a bone flute!

The other two were Thorns Knights, riding White Horses formed from piles of bones, with sharp bone spurs piercing out from their carapace...

Now, the bony hooves collided with the gradually reddening floor, sparks erupting in the high temperature.

The sudden transformation left Huai Shi completely bewildered.

Wasn’t it agreed to play auto-chess?

Why did it suddenly become Yu-Gi-Oh...?

Following this, right across from the aberrations, the doors of the Eternal Frozen Heart slowly opened, a deep sigh emerged from the darkness.

"Feels hotter than Yingzhou..."

It wasn’t just the aberrations, even He Di on the opposite side was taken aback.

Because that voice was so familiar.

It was just like...

Subsequently, a familiar figure stepped out of the darkness, hands empty, besides the automatic rifle and pistol hung on the combat vest along with a few grenades, he was practically bare hand.

But that height, stance, and even demeanor were just like Huai Shi seated on the Sun Caster’s throne at that moment!

And Huai Shi finally lifted his hand, wiped away the cold sweat, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, I cheated too.

Otherwise, there’d be no way to fight.

At this very moment, under the gaze of all the opponents, the newcomer slowly raised his head, revealing a marketplace-bought plastic mask over his face, behind the pink blow-dryer pig head, two dark little eyes scrutinized the formidable enemies ahead, full of appraisal and jest.

"What are you looking at? Never seen someone cheat before?"

It was ’Huai Shi’!

Rather, it was once Huai Shi.

It was once the Avenger who slaughtered an entire squad of mercenaries on a rainy night, a special elite role recognized by the divine duel mystic ritual - the Whiteboard Sublimator, Huaihai Road Little Peppa!

Only costs two divine nature points, truly cost-effective!

Upon his appearance, not just the Thorns Knights, Psalmists, but even the Soul-drinking Giants basking in blood at the back seemed to sense something.

Turning vigilant and cold gazes, full of killing intent.

Drawing weapons.

"Hey, you four ganging up on me, that’s not fair in the martial world, isn’t it a bit despicable?"

No response.

Only He Di coldly gave the order for certain death.

Then, ’Huai Shi’ reached out, drew the Invisible Axe of Anger, twisted his neck, and behind the pink mask, a smile seemed to appear on his face.

Looking back, he glanced at his main body on the high tower, seeing the cheering gesture made by Huai Shi, he couldn’t help but scratch his head, a bit troubled.

A sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, there’s four more cool guys like me..."

Behind him, in the slightly open doorway, four crudely made plastic masks appeared.

Regrettably, the Peppa mask was occupied by the first emergent phenomena record, leaving the others no choice but to settle for a different product line.

Jack, Cyber, Sophie, and Tharlo.

As if summoned by Peppa, it seemed four warriors from the Kingdom of Light had descended here, treading on the fiery red floor, stepping forward.

Unfortunately, there was no sign of any righteous heroes, gripping the burning Invisible Axe tightly, with a sinister smile beneath the masks.

"Allow me to introduce you to these gentlemen,"

Huai Shi stretched his hand from the throne of the Sun Caster, enthusiastically introducing to He Di: "These six characters are my pride and joy.

They are: Peppa, the mighty; Jack, with the farsighted eyes and quick ears; Cyber, with a head of copper and iron limbs, impervious to blades and bullets; Sophie, who can breathe fire; Tharlo, who can spout water; and the sixth one..."

"Clearly, there are only five!"

He Di could listen no more, suppressing his anger, he interrupted his rambling: "Where is the sixth one!"

"Because the sixth one, Ace, is invisible!"

Huai Shi shrugged, helplessly clapping his hands: "Don’t feel bad, even the director couldn’t see him, so he had no scenes, had to go next door to act in Fire Fist, isn’t it a pity?"

In that instant, a dreadful cry rang out in the arena under the tower.

Bam!

Bone grinding against axe blade, sparks flying.

A few seconds ago, at the moment when He Di’s attention was drawn away, something heavy fell at Peppa’s feet, rolling and making a rumbling sound.

All the enemies turned to look, yet none could discern what that rounded object was.

Followed by a loud bang, the flash bomb exploded with a terrifying glare, enough to severely damage optic nerves.

Stinging the eyes of everyone.

In the brief flicker of an instant, the sinister pink mask had already forged ahead, extremely close, the invisible axe blade slashed down, shattering the head of the Thorn Knight’s warhorse, causing the aberration on the warhorse to topple helplessly.

Yet before it hit the ground, several feet had already stomped on its body, hand raised, axe dropped, the five well-coordinated Sublimators shredded it completely!

Under the slashing of such extraordinary weapon, the Axe of Anger, it died instantly, beyond redemption!

Until now, the bone flute of the Psalmist had just barely reached his lips.

But it was too late.

Thick, nasty blood serum spewed forth, staining those serene masks red, so eerie, as the blood-drawn invisible axe was lifted once more.

As if a beast roaring in hunger, the clashing sound of steel erupted!

The so-called ’righteous heroes’ were grinding their teeth, drinking blood, and surged towards the nearby prey, skillfully commencing the slaughter.

The Psalmist took a deep breath, intending to blow the soul-shaking sharp noise, but an axe already tore through the air.

Hacked into its skull.

Another Thorn Knight roared, its bone warhorse rearing, galloping to distance itself, but two flying iron chains had already extended, wrapping around the horse’s legs.

Then, Cyber and Tharlo performed a slider and a jump chop respectively, coordinated precisely, decisively, dismembering both man and horse.

Finally, when He Di reacted, it was too late.

The last Soul-drinking Giant in the field was already bound in the four limbs by The Sorrow of Index, fell to the ground, struggling desperately, surrounded by Huai Shi’s five minions, only to see axes repeatedly rising and falling.

Like slicing dead pork on a chopping block.

Round after round of slashing, sparks flew, stubbornly chiseled a big hole in the iron-hard cervical vertebra, ultimately, a decisive chop severed the head.

Fourteen seconds elapsed, the battle ended.

In a prolonged stupor, He Di heard breathing behind him when he turned around slowly, he saw a blood-soaked mask rise from the darkness.

Like the terrifying scene from every midnight nightmare.

Directed at him, raising the axe in hand.

"Goodbye~"

Across the tower, Huai Shi still smiled.

Waving a goodbye.