Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Half a day later.

Hundreds of flowers are eating lunch around the table.

“Master, Brother, Third Brother, he doesn't seem to be practicing.” Xiu Xiu ran in, panting and said excitedly.

She ran to Orchid Palace as soon as she was free these days, practicing her skills with Gu Qingshan and refueling beside her.

“No practice? So what's he doing?” White Goose asked.

“He went to the bathroom to change his clothes. ”

Xiu Xiu wrinkled his nose and said with disgust on his face: “He smelled like sweat the other day. I asked him to take a bath and change his clothes. He didn't even hear me. He went to take a bath himself today. ”

The white goose thought, "Looks like there's something to be gained. ”

Gu Qingshan soaked in the hot spring, looking at the description of the victory interface, there was a sense of harvest in his heart.

“Dancing (Intermediate): Growth skill, shooting 10 arrows in a row over a short period of time, attacking each other with an unexpected curved arrow. ”

“Shrink to size (intermediate): a divine technique, randomly assigned to a position, or by capturing an atmosphere that locks the enemy, breaking through space limits by means of a special figure, appearing directly in that position. ”

“Distance: 30 meters. ”

30 meters, ready to be used in action.

At this time, a fire flew in.

Gu Qingshan picked up the fire charm, the spiritual power rushed, and suddenly the show whispered inside.

“Brother, Master seems to be choosing the foundation method for you. ”

Gu Qingshan smiled and put away the fire charm.

He opened the god of war operating interface and looked at the time hourglass again.

Above the hourglass, there are only seven grains of sand left.

I'll be right back.

Gu Qingshan looked at the hourglass and quietly looked at the grain of sand, like a slow lens, slowly fell.

Time's up.

A light flashed and he disappeared from the world of practice.

The Empire of Santa Orange.

Palace.

“Still no news? ”

“Why hasn't there been any news? Are you all white eaters? I'll chop your heads off! ”

The Empire King, an old man with white hair, sat on the throne and asked coldly.

The officers below shivered and all knelt down: "The princess said she would be back soon, but we never found her flame on the border. ”

“Huh, useless stuff, I give orders now, kill...”

The old man suddenly noticed that the woman with the holy glow was making gestures at herself.

The old man understood the gesture.

He shook his hand and scolded angrily: "Get the fuck down! Don't ever let me see a piece of shit like you again! ”

Several officers swept away in cold sweat.

When they left, the old man gasped a few hard breaths before his face slowed down.

“Dear Pope, what is the progress of what the King has asked you to do?” The old man's tone suddenly became gentle.

“In the process of doing so, please don't worry, Your Majesty, it will be done soon. ”

The woman, dressed in a pure white robe with a silky glow, replied.

As a woman in her fifties, she had an elegant demeanor, with a luminous halo hanging over her head, and suddenly looked away, almost thinking that the Virgin Mary had arrived.

So ceremonial, so prestigious, if she appeared outside the palace, not knowing how many mortal men and women would kneel and worship.

Unfortunately, she was wearing a light veil and no one could see what she really looked like.

“Stand down, I'll speak to the Pope.” The old man commanded.

Everybody back down.

Inside the hall, dead silence.

“Come on,” said the old man on the throne.

The Pope did not speak.

“Come on, please. ”

The old man's tone means a little bit of pity.

The Holy Pope sighed, lifting his robe and walking towards the throne step by step.

Her feet were limp, so she walked slowly, but the old man was obviously happy.

The Pope stepped to the throne and stood beside the elderly.

She touched the old man's head and said softly, "Don't worry, some people die without repentance, but their last day is today. ”

The old man cried out, "You know that's not what I want. ”

The Pope paused and his tone grew softer: "Quickly, bear with me, soon enough. ”

“I can't stand it, I'm not doing it! I'm gonna--”

The old man's voice was suddenly cut off.

His head slowly pulled down and his whole body paralyzed on the throne, as if he had suddenly lost his soul.

The old man's chest showed hands.

A pair of hands with sharp nails, from the old man's body, stretched out.

Push your hands to the sides and open the old man's chest.

There is no organ in the chest of an old man, but a small man is hidden.

It's a little man with a long pleat, sparse hair on his head and wrinkles on his face.

However, his voice was full of sharp voices.

The little man cried out, “Mother, I'm not staying here. It's so lonely. ”

“Good baby,” the Pope held him in his arms, whispering, "Give your mother two more days to put this country in her pocket, and you can stop acting. ”

The dwarf grabbed the Pope and roared wildly: "Why don't you understand what I'm saying? I want Anna, I want to eat her abilities, I want her to be my evolutionary ingredient! ”

“Anna is yours, nobody can take it away, my dear son.” The Pope persuaded.

She suddenly opened the veil, revealing a skinless face and only black holes, empty eyes.

She took a look at her son's face and said, "You listen to your mother and you'll get Anna. ”

“It's an imperial thorn rose, how can you get her if you don't try? ”

The dwarf cried, "Really? ”

“Really," the Pope persuaded, holding on to the little man, "as long as you try to hold on for another two days, I'll get Anna back and give it to you. ”

“Well, I'll try, I'll try, I'll take Anna.” The dwarf said, climbing back into the old man's body and closing his chest from inside.

The old man lifted his head up again, in an old tone, and said a crazy, enthusiastic word: "I want Anna, I want her, she belongs to me! ”

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound coming from outside the temple.

“Who!” said the old man angrily.

At the same time as he spoke, the Pope had stood under the steps and the veil on his face had already covered his face again.

Look at her elegant and noble demeanor, like she never leaves her place.

Outside the palace, there was a terrifying news.

“Your Majesty, Princess Anna sent a message requesting a direct dialogue with you. ”

“Anna! ”

The old man shouted joyfully, pressing his hands against the throne, and the gesture stood.

He looked at the Pope, and despite a veil, he could still feel the Pope's dissatisfaction.

The old man shrunk and coughed softly, "The call is ready to go. ”

Soon, the secret communication equipment will be in place and connected.

The light came on.

Communicators cross the layers of protection, sending images across from the distant Free Commonwealth.

The old man and the Pope looked at the curtain together, and their faces changed a little.

“Who are you? ”

The old man's tone is filled with anger, killing, and jealousy.

On the light screen, Anna and Von Hood stood in the distance, swarming madness, unable to approach under their attack.

And a much more handsome man is facing the light screen.

“Holy See, let me introduce myself, I am Gu Qingshan. ”