Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

“Damn, that's got nothing to do with me, that's to say to the bastards who are going to hell.” Liao Xingdao.

“We're obviously human. Why should we be warned?” Ye flew away without understanding.

The four of them looked at the scroll, all of them strange.

Suddenly, a powerful voice rang out.

“I'm sorry, this is definitely the beginning of hell, but we don't know much about lines, so we haven't changed the text. ”

Four people looked around, and there was nothing on the empty ground except that scroll floating in front of them.

“Who are you?” Gu Qingshan asked.

The voice said, "Excuse me, I'm landing. I can't save you if I smash someone to death. ”

The four of them retreated a long way.

I waited for a few breaths and only heard a loud bang.

Smoke and roll!

Seems like something really happened.

Soon, the smoke dissipated.

There was something like a refrigerator standing on the open floor.

It's not even a fridge, it's a circle bigger than a fridge.

Looking at its shape, it's like a big coin-operated console!

There are lights on this machine, and there's a hidden, loud song.

Listen carefully, but there are countless voices, singing hymns together.

The machine is all black with a large “1” marked on the side.

“Boys, you did a great job, cold hell can't all erupt for now.” The machine sent a compliment.

“Who are you?” Gu Qingshan asked again.

“I am a willpower trial machine from the Huangquan office terminal.” The machine introduces itself.

“Hello.” Gu Qingshan wiped the sweat off his forehead and greeted.

So this is reinforcement.

May the Judging Machine make a loud noise.

“Are you dissatisfied with the world? Is there peace and oppression in this world? If any of these issues arise, please talk to me in a timely manner. ”

“Wait, I asked you, are you from Yellow Springs?” Gu Qingshan asked.

“Undoubtedly, yes! ”

Gu Qingshan measured it: “You don't look like something from Yellow Springs. ”

“In order to improve the efficiency of our work in Huangquan, we are now moving towards automated office, and I am one of the representative products.” May the Channel of Judgment.

Gu Qingshan had to convince himself to believe in this matter.

He changed the way he said, "Well, since it's Yellow Springs, there's always one in charge of its existence. ”

“Yes.”

“So why are you here? Where are they?”

“It's all over. ”

“It's over? What's going on?” asked Gu Qingshan.

“This involves something inside the Yellow Springs, and I can't tell you that, in short, there are only automatic machines left in the Yellow Springs that can help humans. ”

“You?” Gu Qingshan said acutely, “There are other machines besides you? ”

"Of course, besides me, we have 88 machines, including Hell's Wheel, Saving the Hard Sea, Sinner's Penitent, Extinguishing Extinguisher, and so on. ”

And it goes, "88 units, for Christ's sake, I think I'm a little overstaffed, too. ”

“Different division of labour?” Liao Xing asked.

“Smart! ”

May the Judgment Machine look to him and say: "I am the machine that the gods use for general amusement, as well as other machines for combat, cleaning machines, expanding the earth, 88 machines anyway. ”

“Why 88? Does that mean anything to you?” Zhang Yinghao asked.

May the Judging Machine sigh, "Because one of our spirits is superstitious and thinks it's a good number —— by the way, this spirits was the first 88 when the disaster happened. ”

Gu Qingshan looked down.

Cold winds have blown, and only this willing trial machine stands in front of the four of us.

He asked, "Where are your good friends? ”

“They're still in preparation, coming up - leave them alone and talk to me about the current disaster. ”

"We may be able to find a way to help your world through this. ”

“Can you guys really?” Ye flew off the uncertain path.

“Don't underestimate us," Wish the Judgment Machine stood up: “We are a new product after the Yellow Springs Industrial Revolution. Our laws are powerful and can help the gods to govern the entire Yellow Springs and collaborate in dealing with Hell's response. ”

With its statement, Gu Qingshan's four people looked at each other and were all happy.

If it were so powerful, the world would be saved.

“Dear, um, Wish Judgment Machine, let me get this straight, we have three hell here.” Gu Qingshan said briefly.

“It's over! I can't help you!!!” May the trial machine mourn.

Gu Qingshan: "…”

Zhang Yinghao: “…”

Ye Fei: “…”

Liao Xing couldn't help but scold: “Are you fucking kidding me? ”

May the Channel of Judgment: “Of course not, I can't solve this problem, but the function of the hell-wheel is to send the sinful dead to hell. ”

“You can work with it and send three hell trash to another, and then the crisis is over.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“But there are a lot of monsters in three hells. Does that hell-wheel really work?” Ye flew away and asked.

“Of course, it's kind of like your train, and as soon as you stuff the dead into it, the dead will be strapped and can't leave the hell-wheeler again. ”

“Immediately thereafter, when the cars of the hell-wheeler are full of the dead, it starts to transport the dead back to Yellow Springs and throw them into other hells. ”

Zhang Yinghao muttered: "Put the dead... that means we have to beat the dead to get them back to hell. ”

“Three hell, several centuries of dead are an astronomical number, how can we fight?” Liao Xingdao.

“If you can't fight, you have to. It seems like the only way.” Gu Qingshan moaned.

Several people were arguing and suddenly heard a shocking roar in the void.

Several cars and a locomotive head appeared empty and fell to the ground.

The fire burned heavily in the compartment and on the locomotive head, burning it into a pile of scrap iron.

“Ah, shit, looks like the hell-wheeler didn't make it to the world.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“How could this happen? Isn't this thing going to help us?” Zhang Yinghao spoke loudly.

“We want to come to the world, not so well.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“What's attacking you?” Gu Qingshan asked silently.

“That can't be said.” May the Channel of Judgment.

Several people looked at the train wreckage on the ground and walked forward.

“Is this the hell-wheeler? Can we fix it?” Liao Xing asked.

“It is possible to fix it unless it is the god who made it.” The Channel of Wish Trials.

“So we lost our only hope?” Zhang Yinghao asked.

“No, no, no, there are actually a lot of machines with a variety of options.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“What way? - Please, just say it once.” Gu Qingshan Road.

May the trial be quiet.

It twisted its body clumsily, looking down.

There is nothing on this empty land except for the four people of Qingshan.

There are no roads here.

Nobody smokes in the desert.

Only the cold wind is blowing.

"I seem to have made a mistake, and I have to open it immediately in order to have a close connection with the world, or else I will be excluded and forced to return to Yellow Springs immediately. ”

He turned to Gu Qingshan four people: “I'll take over a business, settle myself down, and then talk to you in detail. ”

“Well," Gu Qingshan sighed, “I hope you can hurry up, after all, the rate of hell invasion is accelerating. ”

“Don't worry, I'll be back soon. ”

“Boom” sounded loud, wishing that the trial machine would split into two parts.

One of them disappeared immediately.

Several people looked at each other.

Liao Xingxiang: “I said you'd split up...”

There was another loud noise, and the second wisdom bench returned and appeared in front of several people.

“I'm going to borrow someone from you. Well, don't worry, it's paid work.” It says.