Apocalypse Forecast

Even if placed in the Card of the Ages, it would be enough to make a special equipment card.

And after the animated Axe of Anger roamed around for a while, it yawned, quickly pulled its four hooves together, and with a thunderous crash, sat down on the ground.

It caused everything in the workshop to jump suddenly.

Immediately after, it yawned again and then fell asleep lying down.

The enormous body dissipated like a phantom, and before Huai Shi’s eyes floated a heavy double-handed axe, overflowing with endless firelight.

On the single-sided axe blade now appeared a vivid and ferocious bull head totem.

Amidst the illusionary light, endless heat spread from all around.

This is its normal form.

After sacrificing five summoned creatures, the [Soul Armor·Rage Incarnate] was finally complete!

After Huai Shi studied it for a long time, he finally placed it on a shelf, turned to return to the Sun Caster’s seat.

Took advantage of the start time still being hours away.

And sank into deep sleep.

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In the workshop filled with a pungent smell, the sleeping Rachelle suddenly woke up.

Before him, the Alchemy Furnace trembled and buzzed, low echoes came from it, precisely Garandor’s voice.

"Great Grandmaster?"

Rachelle didn’t know how Garandor conveyed his voice here, but instinctively straightened his body.

"Rachelle, your next opponent is Huai Shi."

Like someone who sees the future, the old man conclusively declared, "You won’t be his match."

Rachelle’s expression stiffened slightly, hard to mask the gloom.

He initially wanted to say that he might not lose, but at this moment he found it humiliating that he did not have the confidence to win against a half-baked Alchemist!

"I will help you complete the Ancient Seed."

Garandor coldly said, "There is one thing I need you to accomplish."

Rachelle was silent for a long time, then nodded.

"Alright."

Thus, the furnace rang and invisible gravity burst forth, pulling in vines from all directions like a formidable black hole, constantly swallowing various Alchemy Materials, then emerged a turbulent brilliance.

Separated by countless Mystic Rituals, Garandor flicked his fingers.

And in that instant, a seed the size of a fist, crystal clear like a crystal, jumped out from the furnace.

It looked, rather than like a seed, more like a tooth from some giant creature, sharp and fierce.

With a flick of the fingers, completing a task that Rachelle couldn’t even dare to imagine, then followed by a second item jumping out from the furnace.

It was an ancient contract.

At the end of the contract, after dozens of signatures, was a line of dimly written handwriting.

Huai Shi.

Rachelle picked up this roll of contract, listened to the commands from the Great Grandmaster, and couldn’t help but smile.

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When the bell rang again, Huai Shi opened his eyes.

Beheld divine nature descending from the sky dome’s sun wheel like the glow of the sun, once again manifested a phantom before him.

This time, Huai Shi clutched two points of divine nature, without rushing to purchase, intending to accumulate and hold onto them first.

And when he looked up again, he saw emptiness before him.

No adversary?

He hesitated for a moment, stood up from his seat, leaned over the edge of the Eternal Frozen Heart Tower, looked down, and saw the somber face.

And the tower that barely reached three stories under his feet.

Utterly miniature.

"Yo, you’re a bit too short, aren’t you?"

Huai Shi scratched his head, "I didn’t even see you."

Rachelle’s eye twitched, gritted his teeth, but resisted the urge to erupt.

He simply raised his hand, displaying the ancient contract in his hand.

"Do you still remember what this is, Huai Shi!"

"What is that?"

Huai Shi scratched his head, puzzled, "Your journal? The kind from before you turned eighteen?"

Rachelle’s expression froze immediately.

But on a higher perch, Huai Shi’s lament continued to flow uninterruptedly.

"Oh dear, does anyone besides me still keep a journal these days? You see, what a coincidence, I also keep a journal! I usually just leave the notebook there, then it automatically writes itself, and quite well too, I can’t help wanting to slip it some money to write more. Does that thing of yours have such fancy functionality?"

"Enough!"

Rachelle angrily interrupted him, "The Great Grandmaster has a message for you!"

"Great Grandmaster? Which Great Grandmaster?" Huai Shi slapped his forehead, suddenly understanding, "Did you throw in with Publius? Wow, betraying so quickly, really a second fifth!"

Rachelle’s face changed colors, from green to red to black, couldn’t help but lower his roar, "It’s Garandor!!!"

"..."

Huai Shi ear hurt from the shout, didn’t expect this guy to have such a powerful voice.

But it seemed quite reasonable, especially since he looked so handsome when begging for help before, his screams alone were so full of vigor, truly a gem in the high-tone world.

Just, seeing him so panicked... Could he really have become a second fifth?

Whatever the case, Huai Shi showed no interest in the message he brought.

He scratched his ear, shrugged indifferently, "Sorry, I don’t seem to have much to talk with that old ghost Garandor, nor am I interested in what he has to say."

Rachelle stood frozen, dumbfounded, didn’t expect Huai Shi’s stubbornness to be so rigid, unable to fathom where the problem lay.

The prepared words stuck in his throat, turning into a humiliating cough.

He urgently questioned, "Don’t forget, you signed the contract!"

"Contract?"