Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Holy Land.

This is a heavily affected area where cold hells erupt.

Although many monsters have been cleaned up, ice and snow have lingered.

The climate is also gradually changing.

At night.

Slums.

Whoever rests, rests.

It was raining ice and cold winds crossed unmanned low streets and shouted.

The road was wet and slippery and almost empty.

On nights like this, even robberies can't be found.

Those gang members, they all retracted from clubs, casinos, bars, drunk themselves up.

A new, shiny machine suddenly appeared in the dead end of a slum.

It looks like a vending machine, but it also looks a little like a big game console.

The machine is completely pitch black with a large “1” brushed on the side.

May the trial machine.

It made some changes.

In a layer of clear glass, filled with easy-pull jars, snacks, and tightly packed instant hot ready to eat boxes.

This is undoubtedly a charcoal delivery in the snow for the hungry poor.

In the past few minutes, it has been violently destroyed by two groups of homeless people and the poor in an attempt to break the glass and get food inside.

But the machine is intact.

The bums were all lying on the ground, groaning.

By the time they were holding each other apart, a group of half a child appeared on the corner.

“Look, they can't destroy that food machine.” A child said.

“Let's go, maybe we'll rely on it for dinner today.” Another child said.

They surrounded the pitch-black wisdom machine.

Destruction and attack begin.

Whenever they launch a fierce attack, they are bound to suffer the same harm.

Not long ago, like the two previous tramps, they were lying on the ground in an upside down fashion.

The chances of a trial are still intact.

“Damn, what the hell is this? ”

A half-sized kid rubs his stomach and hates to say it.

None of his associates spoke, one for pain only.

Sudden burgeoning voices were heard in the wisdom trials.

“You were rude before, but since you asked, I'll tell you. ”

A burst of exciting music sounded.

“The Yellow Springs Spirit was merciful and created me to satisfy the wishes of all beings. ”

“Yes, I am the great entertainer of the gods. ”

“I'm a ruthless wisdom judge! ”

A silence.

The children looked at each other.

Machine speaks!

And it's obviously different from the general electronic language.

It seems autonomous.

In the night, somehow something like this appears.

It's really a little weird.

The children of these slums stood silently, holding each other up and walking.

Whatever it is, it's best to stay away from it.

They decided to go faster than usual.

Yet the last little boy left undead and hated: “Now that you are God's mercy, take out your things and eat them for us. ”

“I'm sorry,” said the wisdom judge, “there is no such thing as a free lunch. ”

Holy shit!

The little boy bites and cuts his teeth and asks, "What can you do? ”

“Do justice! Judging evil! As long as you wish, I can do it for you.” May the Channel of Judgment.

Little boy stuck.

He was only 11 years old this year, but he had no money at home to learn a technique and no way to pave the way for him.

His grandmother was the only one left in the house and was seriously ill in bed.

So he had to roam the streets, meet some of the same partners, steal as a source of income.

“So you're a very high-tech thing now.” The little boy concluded.

“In your words, I actually count as black technology.” May the Channel of Judgment.

The boy's companion walks back and wants to pull him away.

The little boy was angry: "Shit! If you're really black, kill Max. ”

Max, it's the gangster boss in this neighborhood.

He's in charge of all the drug deals, the human trafficking, the robbery, the seizure of the market.

The parents of these children, all of them, have suffered losses from this person, and some have even paid for their lives.

The little boy is an orphan.

His father was an unyielding straight man, and Max took a chance to kill him, and his mother was sold.

"I can't just kill an innocent man. ”

The kids listened and burst into laughter.

“Innocent... Innocent...”

“Ha-ha-ha, Max is innocent, that's the funniest joke I've heard this year. ”

“Something's wrong with the intelligent setup of this machine.”

Deeply disappointed in the eyes of the little boy.

“But!” May the Channel of Judgment, "If you will let him stand trial and find out after the trial that he is an evil man, I will find a way to kill him. ”

“Would you like me to judge him? ”

“Absolutely!” The little boy roared.

His companions also said, "Yes! Yes!”

“Okay, please give your blood.” May the Channel of Judgment.

Quiet around.

The wisdom machine explains: "The blood of all beings is stained with thin wisdom, and only wisdom can drive the machine. ”

“Go, it's a weird thing.” Little boy's companion.

They pulled the little boy and quickly left.

The corner was quiet.

Not for long.

Once again, the young boy stood before the wisdom bench.

He wiped the rain from his face and asked, "Can justice really be done? ”

“Yes, as long as you give your blood.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“How much? ”

“I guess you're dealing with an evil guy, so you have to start the final trial. ”

“How much? ”

“As I just said, a lot of blood will be needed because blood contains sporadic willingness. ”

“How much?” The little boy was shaking and his eyes filled with cravings.

In his miserable and dark destiny, the little boy was so eager for a dawn - a prank that he was willing to give it a try, although it was most likely a prank.

May the machine shine a light and sweep the skinny body of the little boy.

For a long time, the trial machine sighed.

“You're the first customer in the whole world, so all you need is a symbolic drop of blood.” It says.

The little boy was relieved and said, "I would give this drop of blood! ”

“You are a great young man who dares to fight evil, and now, press your palms in the black area to my left. ”

“Is that so? ”

“Yes… that's it. ”

“- All right! ”

The little boy retracted his hand and looked closely in front of him.

No wounds.

I don't think I felt anything.

Indeed, it's just a drop of blood.

Even hungry little boys can handle it.

There was a burst of noise from the Hope Channel.

“Ah, I got my first drop of blood!” It's low, he said.

“Dear customer, please state the guilty person you are trying and his identity. ”

The little boy shouted with anticipation: "Max, the mob boss Max! ”

May the Judging Machine make a burst of noise.

“The trial is about to begin. ”

It is stated in a sombre tone.

“Since it is a trial in practice, this requires caution. ”

“We are searching for a way to judge the world. ”

“In this world, the most dramatic trials have been found. ”

“A global optical screening will soon be used to broadcast live from the trial site. ”

“Presiding judges of the world are being selected. ”

“The most fearful presiding judge in the world has been found. ”

“Invite the killer clown to open a trial. ”

“Pay the corresponding price. ”

“Killing clowns has been agreed. ”

“Next, the trial begins! ”

All the devices on the planet that can display images, all lit up at this moment.

The killings of clowns at the time of the judgment of the champion of immortality appeared again before all mankind.

Wearing a frozen and rigid smiley face clown mask, he wore a pitch-black armor and a pair of black light wings behind him.

The killer clown came out of the darkness and happened to have a beam of spotlight on him.

The clown put his palm up against his mouth and whispered, “I got a new job. ”

It was nervous and it took a long breath.

Somewhere I pulled out a wrinkly note, and the killer clown spread it out and said, “So tonight's guest is Max, Max of the Holy Land! ”

The clown began to applaud.

Someone suddenly appeared next to it.

Combs his big back, wears a black vest, eagle hook nose, blackbeard, and holds a glass of wine in his hand.

Mafia boss, Max.

When Max showed up, he was obviously stunned.

“Killing the clown...” He looked at the clown and swallowed the hard watercourse.

Max reached for something in his arms.

The next second, he seemed to realize what he was dealing with.

His hands were stiffened and a smile was squeezed out of his face: "What does Your Excellency want? ”

Killing the clown grabbed his hand and held it.

"Congratulations, I'd love to talk to you for a while," said the clown, "but our live broadcast time is limited and we don't have advertisers to sponsor us, so now we're going straight to trial. ”

“Max, your wonderful life is about to begin, please watch! ”

Screen switching.

All the evil things Max has done in his life, he's appeared on the scene.

Fighting, robbery, murder, trafficking in women and children, protection fees, drug addiction, casinos, cheating and exterminating families.

The scenes of the heinous atrocities, the most heinous crimes, appeared on the scene.

Each scene lasts for seconds, telling people the beginning and the end of a crime.

It took a few minutes to completely disappear.

Kill Joker and Max again in front of everyone.

The killer clown loosened his hand and said: "A selection based on Mr. Max's crimes has been made to find a classical punishment suitable for him. ”

Five ropes flew out, covering Max's hands, feet and neck.

The rope quickly tied the knot.

The other end of the rope, not in the darkness, can't see the end.

“Damn, what the hell is going on.” Max struggled.

The more he struggles, the tighter the five ropes become.

The tighter the five ropes, the harder Max will be able to move.

He was in a “big” shape and pulled away by a rope.

“Now, time to give it to everyone.” Kill the clown.

“Please start voting. ”

“In favor of Max dying, please spend a drop of blood and cast him to death. ”

“Oh, yes, of course you can vote more. ”

Just as the murdering clown sounded, Max had a line of red numbers on his chest.

Below the red number is a stopwatch that hasn't moved yet.

Killing the Joker explains: "Every time the red number grows by one point, it means someone spends a drop of blood hoping Mr. Max dies. ”

“Within three minutes, the red number reaches a million, and Mr. Max will be sentenced to classic car fracture. ”

“So now, the clock begins! ”

The stopwatch immediately starts to jump.

In reality, a line of prompts appears in front of everyone.

“Would you like to decide the death of gangster Max in blood? ”

Some people are cautious and unwilling to sit on trial machines.

But more people don't think so.

Max's life has been filled with evil, and he has committed countless days of grudging crimes, and any ordinary man who sees them will be filled with righteousness.

There are those who do not know him, who are not stingy enough to spend a drop of blood on him to die.

Around the world.

“Shit! Such a piece of shit! ”

“Old man, calm down. ”

“Calm down, I've lived so long, I don't care if killing clowns kills me. ”

“I'm donating blood! ”

Another place.

A man persuaded: "Wife, calm down. Never mind killing a clown. It's a horrible monster. ”

His wife's eyes were red and she said, "Bullshit! This Max is awful. I don't care how many people he killed. I want a drop of blood! ”

Speaking, she gave a drop of blood.

Think about it. She's not happy yet.

Faced with the line in the void, she asked, "I want to dedicate more, okay? ”

The line changes and becomes a new line: “Sure, you can give as much as you want. ”

“Ten more drops of blood! ”

Volkswagen Palace.

“Your Majesty, this seems a little dangerous.” A minister persuaded.

“Nothing, killing clowns. I know, it's fun, let me try. ”

“I gave twenty drops of blood to Max to die. ”

Queen Varona was like discovering some novel toys, saying these words.

Holy Land.

Gangster casino.

One of the bosses said, "Oh, it's Max. It's just in time. We haven't even avenged the last time. Let's all give blood. ”

“Boss, aren't you afraid this is a trap?” One of the men asked.

“The world has become like this, and there's nothing to be afraid of. Besides, killing a clown is horrible, but he hasn't done anything to civilians, which you should be aware of. ”

The gangster said, giving a drop of blood.

“You too. ”

“Yes!”

Those who know Max, those who don't know Max, make up their minds at this moment.

Not to mention the fact that there are not a few people in the slums who hate Max.

Many people chose blood on the spot.

Red numbers are beginning to grow rapidly.

In just 20 seconds, a million drops of blood have been filled.

This is just the beginning.

People find that donating a drop of blood does not affect them.

More spectators are starting to get involved in this.

Figures representing blood continue to grow.

Three minutes will soon pass.

Time's up.

“A million drops of blood accumulated in 20 seconds. ”

“Three minutes, 89 million drops of blood. ”

“What an inspiring scene, so enthusiastic about the death of others.” Killing clowns sighs.

“Mr. Max, you got an amazing rate of support and you won the car crack. ”

“Enjoy, I'll leave you alone. ”

After killing the clown, the whole man is hidden in the darkness.

There's only Max left.

The rope wrapped around his arm, ankle and head was quickly tightened.

The next second, the immense and irresistible power comes from the rope, tightening the hearts of all viewers.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ”

Max screamed.

It takes a lot of effort to chop off a person's head and limbs, not to mention a slow pull.

The suffering of the inmates is well known.

It took more than a dozen seconds.

Wow!

Blood gushes like a fountain.

Five ropes disappeared into the darkness with Max's hands, feet, and head.

Max's body is all that's left.

The body had no head, no hands, no feet, and it was Max who was killed by the car.

All he had left was his torso.

“The first trial is over.” May the Channel of Judgment.

“Trials cost a million wishes, and the rest is a fortunate figure - 88 million. ”

“Due to the extra willpower gained, this machine will be used to solve Max's legacy. ”

“All his property will be converted into points of credit and distributed to those he has framed, according to the degree of victimization. ”

“Please look forward to the next trial, as this trial is over. ”

All lights are automatically turned off and the planet's projection equipment returns to normal.

The trial is over.

The little boy stood in front of the bench.

“Is Max really dead?” He asked.

“Yes, he's gone to hell to report.” The Hope Channel replied.

“Is this true? It's not a dream, is it?” The little boy asked incredibly.

“Of course it's not a dream, I converted a credit point, deposited in the name of you and your mother at Bank of Holy Land, and the password is eight eights. ”

“Next - please turn around and face back. ”

The little boy turned around as promised.

His mother stood behind him, weeping and watching him gently.

“Mom!”

The little boy plunged into his mother's arms.