Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 783 Future

There was a cracking sound in the sky.

As if the ceiling has been moaning for years, dust is falling.

Junxiong walked dazedly in the thick smoke and haze, stumbling. There seemed to be a sound in the distance. Someone was shouting. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out, as if he had swallowed burning charcoal. , when I opened my mouth, I felt charcoal fire igniting in my throat.

He tried to run away, but there was no trace of the shouter.

Only half of the body was buried in the rubble.

Aunt Uchiyama, Uncle Bando, Uncle Mochida, Yudai, Ayano, Yoshiko, and Souta... everyone died.

Maybe there is him, he is also dead, he has come to the world after death.

That's why I'm so lonely and sad.

But he just wanted to find someone to talk to, even if there was someone alive, even if there was someone who told him not to be afraid, then he could continue breathing and his heart would have a reason to continue beating.

Just like that, numbly passing by the mutilated corpses, he stumbled forward, stumbling and crying silently, but no one responded.

Until in the ruins, there was a hand that twitched with difficulty.

Junxiong froze on the spot, even thinking that he was hallucinating, but the hand was clearly twitching in pain, as if he was struggling in a nightmare.

It's hard to describe the ecstasy of that moment.

There are still people, there are still people alive!

Besides myself, there is someone else in this hell!

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here to save you!"

Junxiong rushed up and screamed hoarsely, imagining everything he wanted others to say to him, trying to comfort him not to be afraid.

The child tried his best to dig up the soil in front of him and pushed away the fallen stone slabs. He gasped and froze in place when he saw the face covered with dust.

"It's you……"

Toshio knew that face.

Amateur with paper in his arms.

The murderer who killed his cousin, the devil who brought him all the misfortunes, the evil doer who does all kinds of evil.

He is still alive.

But why?

Obviously everyone is dead, even Aunt Uchiyama...

Junxiong lowered his head stiffly, unable to think or understand, but... unable to restrain his anger.

When he came back to his senses, he was already holding a broken steel bar in his hand.

The childish expression gradually became distorted.

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault... It's all your fault... Everyone is obviously dead... If my cousin hadn't died, aunt, even aunt..."

This must be God’s arrangement, right?

Junxiong's hands were trembling, and he wanted to press the sharp section against the man's throat, "I'm going to... kill you..."

However, the tears couldn't stop flowing down, drop by drop, falling on the back of the hand.

"me……"

he choked.

I want to avenge my cousin.

Such words cannot be said no matter what.

It's not his fault, his cousin is the one who deserves to die, it's not his fault that this place is like this, he didn't do anything. Auntie just has bad luck...

I just want to hate, I just want to find someone to hate.

In this way, you can live on, and live with a little bit of peace of mind.

But he didn't have the courage.

His trembling hands could no longer hold the weapon. He knelt on the ground, covered his face, and cried silently, almost breathless.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The child choked and begged humbly: "Please don't die, please... no matter who it is, please save him..."

"Are you here, asking for help, kid?"

There was a hoarse voice, and a bloody palm was raised and pressed on his hair.

"Don't be afraid."

The dying man opened his eyes and told him softly: "I will protect you."

Junxiong looked at him blankly, feeling like he was seeing a fool.

I don't know what he is thinking.

Maybe he has gone crazy?

It doesn't matter anymore.

He shook his head numbly.

This world has long been abnormal. It doesn’t matter whether you are crazy or not. Everyone will die eventually...

In the silence, Huai Shi wanted to prop up his body, but his broken left arm was unable to complete the task and could not even be lifted. Instead, it caused choking and suffocation in his heart.

It was a broken rib inserted into the lung.

He leaned on the ruins, raised his head hard, stared at the dark sky of hell, and bathed in the rain of dust.

He could see countless deaths slowly rising, dispersing, and disappearing.

Shao Siming screamed silently.

Huaishi lowered her eyes.

I can't save you, I'm sorry.

But they still have a chance...

All this can still be undone.

"Son, have you ever taken music lessons?"

He murmured, as if in his sleep, "In school, everyone would gather together, follow the teacher, jump up and down happily, and circle around the piano...

Sometimes it will be noisy, but sometimes everyone will be very well-behaved. Sitting on chairs together, listening to the teacher playing the piano and singing loudly. When singing, everyone will smile happily.

That's when I'm happiest...

Those melodies are so beautiful, as if they have souls. When you are in pain, you can get comfort just by listening to them. They are my friends, and I hope to introduce them to you one day. "

"So don't be afraid."

Huai Shi said softly: "You will not die here, you still have a future of your own."

You will worry about your studies and work hard for exams. Listen to the class and answer questions, or cheat quietly. Lying on the desk in a sleepy afternoon, watching the hustle and bustle on the playground outside. Imagine holding the hand of a girl when the flowers bloom...

When running on the playground, there will sometimes be a thin drizzle in the sky.

There was laughter and noise in the distance.

So gentle, as if everything will melt into the warm sunshine.

Everything in the past, those bleak lives, busy studies, and painful struggles, now when I think about it, it is as beautiful as a dream, and becomes peaceful and fulfilling.

You will have such a future.

Every child deserves a future like this.

At that moment, light emerged from Huai Shi's hands.

The book of destiny in the soul unfolds, and chapters engraved with miracles emerge. Those mournful divinities are surging, and the gods in the shadows weep silently.

In front of him, Tong Ji's phantom appeared again, looking down.

"Have you decided, Huaishi?" she asked, "Are you going to give up the transformation of Da Siming and sacrifice the precious miracle seal for this? This is a miracle only for you."

"If the miracle can only be limited to me, then it has no meaning of existence, right?" Huai Shi looked at her and laughed: "The essence of Tianwen is sharing. Isn't this what you taught me?"

"Give them a chance."

Huaishi said, "You don't have to be like me."

Someone will lend a helping hand to them.

——There should be miracles in this world.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

In an instant, light and shadow reversed.

The moment the door of the Bone Burial Sanctuary opened, Shao Siming, who was crying in the shadow, opened his eyes.

On the cracked earth, among the collapsed ruins, countless green plants sprouted from the ashes. Along with the spread of the waves of crows, the majestic light of divine burning rose into the sky!

Light up hell!

Along with the disintegration of the 'Miraculous Seal·Kaiji Motoko', a solemn and sacred aura emerged from the deepest part of the burial sanctuary, and the quiet darkness rose, like an ocean, flowing out from it as softly as mist.

The pity and mercy from the gods circulate on this land.

Let the darkness that is completely different from hell spread, spread, spread, carrying the will of God, running in all directions until it swallows everything up.

The entire inner circle of Danba is enveloped in it!

In the deepest part of the burial sanctuary, Huai Shi lowered his head, stared at the cello in his hand, slowly raised his healed arm, and held the bow tightly.

Then, a compassionate and quiet melody sounded from the deepest part of this dream.

echoed in everyone's ears.

aria.

The G string hums, making the gentle melody flow like spring water, lingering in the ears of every tearful soul, turning into a bridge, sending this blessing and favor from the gods equally into all the pain. .

No distinction between each other.

Under the guidance of the mighty flock of crows, Shao Siming's miracle moved across the earth, shedding the light of redemption.

Gaze at the suffering world through thousands of eyes, listen to the screams of hell through countless ears.

Huai Shi raised her eyes.

To empathize with and understand the overwhelming despair and pain, and let them merge into one's own soul and stigmata, drowning oneself.

In a trance, it was as if a phantom of the past appeared, staring at his face, and the voices in those memories echoed in his ears.

"Please, Mr. Huai Zhi..."

On the hospital bed, the dying man held his hand so hard: "Everyone... please..."

Under the sun, the young man with blond hair smiled awkwardly: "It would be great if I could continue to go to school."

Chiba Ryuuji looked down mockingly: "You want to make them better, but are they really willing?"

"But even a mouse's boat can save more people, right?"

Ueno, who was in the driver's seat, turned around and smiled confidently, "I'm not the only one, all the people in the paper team believe this!"

If you are the boss, you can definitely do it!

Huai Shi laughed helplessly.

Since when did people around me have such huge expectations of myself? It's like I've really done something amazing.

As if I can really become a hero who can turn the tide...

Then, please believe me...

Huai Shi closed her eyes and allowed herself to be swallowed up by the huge divinity and huge despair. Just smile like this, without any reservation, and give all your strength to everything in front of you.

At that moment, in the Tower of Ivory, in Russell's arms, a sleeping black cat opened its eyes and looked into the distance.

And Russell was smiling, reaching out and stroking its hair: "Go, child, your master needs you, it's time for you to come on stage."

He let go of his hand, letting the black cat in his arms break free, step onto the desk, step forward, disappear into the void, and go to the place where the call came from.

The cat named War appeared under the sky of hell, and his amber eyes lit up with a bright light.

The code of war operates here, and the blessings from heaven are blessed among the crowds of hell, causing the soaring iron crows to scream loudly, ushering in the final transformation.

At this moment, one thousand, seven hundred and fourteen ghosts descended into hell!

From the compassionate melody, the radiance of miracles descended from the sky and came to everyone, carrying Shao Siming's words and Shao Siming's power.

"I am a paper-wielding amateur."

"I'm here on behalf of those who want to lend a hand, to save this."

He said, "My name is Huai Shi."

"Please, don't be afraid, I will be by your side and the sun will rise again."

"Don't go to hell, don't give up."

"I promise, everything will change and we will have a future."

"Ours is a bright future."

future--

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"Come on, your opponent is me——"

Under the sky, among the helpless cries and whines, angry roars burst out, and Lu neighed.

The majestic knight roared, rode his horse, and rushed into the massacre array. He chopped off the iron light in his hand, tore apart the surging flames, broke through, and stood in front of the already inhuman massacres.

Strong winds and heavy rain rolled back and spread.

"Run away, old man." The knight said to the limp old policeman beside him without looking back, "Run to the north, there are people there who are still resisting."

The old man held the child tightly in his arms and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, thank you."

He staggered to his feet and limped away into the distance.

very good.

Then it's just yourself and the enemy.

"Lu, let's do it again!"

Under the ferocious visor, the young man grinned and tightened his grip on the reins. The dragon and horse roared excitedly, their iron hooves struck the ground, and sparks shot out from the ashes and rain.

The lone knight roared and moved forward, facing countless gathering shadows.

But this time, a huge iron crow descended from the sky, flapping its wings vigorously, and followed behind him.

"You want to come too?"

Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Don't fall behind."

The cavalry stands out!

The long tassel is like fire, lighting up the dark hell! .

"I'm a shark!!!"

Ueno, who was glowing with steel all over his body, roared, holding two machine guns in his hands, and fired forward: "Come on, come on, you bastards——"

Right in front of the open intersection, relying only on one person's firepower, he suppressed the opponent behind the ruins, unable to raise his head.

"Hey Ueno, don't go too far!"

Behind the riddled SUV, Yamashita stood up and roared angrily: "Be careful, what if you accidentally get hurt... This way, this way, the old man and the children go first, don't bring anything, don't bring anything, you don't have any fucking Did you hear that?"

The rude Ji Dao kicked out a guy who didn't listen at all and kicked out of the team. He roared at the trembling people, urging them to go faster, and faster.

"Go through here and go forward. Someone will pick you up. Don't look back... Hurry! Hurry!"

I wanted to push them one by one behind the narrow roadblock. Behind, on the road that was constantly illuminated by firelight, the surging crowd was staggering and running.

But in the chaos, when Yamashita turned around, he found a familiar face, Ruotou from Jinchuan Club, and a group of embarrassed escapees behind them.

"On the ice? Why are you here!"

Yamashita was furious and his eyes widened: "Did you run away from the Ochiai family?!"

Bingshang shook his head, his burned face twitching, and tears of blood streaming from the corners of his cracked eyes.

"Under the mountain, the Ochiai family is gone..."

"What about Mrs. Ochiai? Where's Mr. Akasaki!" Yamashita gritted his teeth and punched him in the face in anger: "You're the only one who ran away! Coward!"

"I want to stay. Yamashita, Mrs. Yuriko ordered us to come here with our women and children."

The only remaining arm on the ice grabbed his hand, not daring to fight back. He lowered his head and begged: "Please, Yamashita, let them go first. I can do whatever you want."

"Damn it, it's no use to you! Get out of here too." Yamashita pushed and kicked this guy over and waved to the panicked refugees: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

In the distance, the roar of explosions erupted.

Further away, fire shot into the sky, illuminating the pale faces at the foot of the mountain.

That is the direction of the Ochiai family...

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The noisy sounds outside the wall were getting closer.

In the empty hall, Ochiai Yuriko looked around silently at the desolate scene, and smiled helplessly. The family that she took over from her late husband could not escape the fate of destruction after all.

Only at this time could she tiredly support the box beside her, sit on the ground, and look at the photo hanging next to her.

In the photo, the couple cuddled up to each other under the shade of a tree, smiling sweetly.

"Sorry, Zhong, I can't hold it anymore." Yuriko sighed and covered the wound on her abdomen: "The mess you left is too embarrassing."

No one responded.

The gunfire got closer and closer, but then, there was a roar like a rabid dog, roaring, charging, and then the gunfire sounded again, and soon, it was suffocated silently under the iron fist.

Only the closed door was pushed open with difficulty.

A figure covered in blood staggered in, knelt on the ground, and when he saw Yuriko Ochiai, he seemed relieved and smiled reassuringly.

Yuriko was stunned, "Akasaki, you didn't leave?"

"I can't walk anymore..."

The bruised man propped up his body and shook his head slowly: "I am the lackey raised by Miss Yuriko, please let me accompany you."

"What are you talking about, Akasaki." Yuriko Ochiai shook her head, full of relief: "Today, you are an out-and-out man."

"is that so?"

Akasaki was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and smiled, unable to help but want to cry.

Being able to be raised by Miss Yuriko, being able to protect her for so long, being able to become a man that she recognizes.

That's great.

"You are still a crybaby at this age." Yuriko Ochiai sighed and waved: "Can you come here? I have no strength anymore."

"Okay." Akasaki propped up his body with his arms, moved over little by little, and sat next to her, just like he did when he was a child.

Yuriko stroked his hair: "Are you scared, Akasaki?"

"With you here, I'm not afraid." Akasaki smiled, shook his head, and murmured softly: "It's just that I really want to drink beer again."

Once again, I recalled the smiling faces on the streets that day, the laughter that echoed in the smell of malt, and the happy expressions of those children jumping around.

With slight regret, he closed his eyes.

The door was knocked open again with a roar. The massacrers outside the door drove straight in, but they only saw the mother and son clinging to each other.

Holding the sleeping child in her arms, Ochiai Yuriko raised her head and stared contemptuously at the intruders in front of her.

Pressed the button in his hand.

In the violent explosion, fire and light engulfed everything.

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In a trance, he heard Tomoko crying and someone hugged him. When he came back to his senses, everything in front of him had turned into hell.

Everyone died, died by the mad ghost, died by their own hands.

"That's enough, Maki, that's enough... don't do this anymore, mother, mother, she is already dead."

The tearful girl hugged her back tightly, awakening the crazy evil spirit.

In the pool of blood, Maki looked up blankly and saw the corpses in front of her in a mess, as well as her own hands stained with blood.

All those people died.

Killed by oneself.

No matter how you scream or beg for mercy, it will never work again. First a punch, then another, and the body under his feet turned into a ball of mud.

Regardless of the bullets hitting his body, he didn't seem to feel the pain, but for some reason, he couldn't help crying.

Maki lowered her head and stared at the ferocious reflection of the evil spirit in the turbid water.

Bones were exposed and blood dripped.

That's herself.

But no matter what she did, Aunt Omi would never come back - the woman who took her in like that, the gentle mother who treated an outsider as her daughter, was dead.

She knelt down weakly on the ground, screaming hoarsely.

Silent cry.

In the silence, the huge iron crow slowly folded its wings in front of her, and its long beak gently stretched out, like a gentle hand, stroking her hair.

Then, in the burning glow, that familiar figure emerged, like a miracle.

It was obviously a dreamlike reunion, but Maki found that she couldn't smile or stretch out her hand like she imagined.

"Are you in pain, Maki?"

Miss Suzi lowered her head and asked softly, "You seem to want to give up. I don't know how to comfort you."

"I don't know, Miss Motoko, no matter what, I can't figure it out..."

Maki choked weakly and looked at her hands stained with blood: "Miss Motoko...what should I do?"

"It's very simple, Maki, you have to make a choice again - fall down here, or keep moving forward."

The phantom in her memory knelt down, held up her cheeks with both hands, wiped away the blood and tears for her, and told her gently: "There is no need to pursue other people's phantoms. You don't have to be like others, Maki. There are still people standing. Behind you, she hasn't given up on you yet, so you can't give up on yourself."

Being stared at by such trusting eyes, Maki couldn't help but shed tears, wailing like a child who finally found a home.

"Miss Motoko, I already...I don't want to see any of my friends die in front of my eyes anymore!"

"Then stand up, Maki, and fight your enemy."

The god who only belonged to her stroked her long hair and told him solemnly and solemnly: "I will witness you, Maki, that you have not fallen yet."

She said: "Your war has just begun."

With her words, the last remnants of divinity glowed, transformed into glorious outlines, and merged into the broken shell.

Soothe the pain, heal the body, and finally become one with the soul.

This is a gift from Shao Siming, a miracle that belongs only to her.

——Heavenly Genealogy·Stigmata [Ghost]!

Under the rising light in the distance, the girl who turned into a devil raised her head, wiped away her tears, and stared at the suffering world in front of her again.

There are also enemies approaching from afar.

The iron crow spread its wings again, turned into a burning heavy ax blade, and fell into her hands.

Hold tight.

"Don't be afraid, Tomoko."

Maki stood up slowly and stood in front of the girl behind her.

She said, "I will protect you."

This time, I won’t give up again——

Her story has just begun!

Behind them, a silvery glow rose from the dark sky.

It was a flock of crows soaring with wings.

It's like a little starlight falls in this dim world.

They passed over the broken sky, the cracked earth, and the ruins, illuminating the peaceful smile on the lips of the deceased old man. Guide the confused soul and soothe the painful tears.

Finally, falling in front of the helpless person, those dim eyes lit up again.

Dispel the darkness.

Tears will be shed, all pain will pass, and despair will be exhausted.

From the dark world, a fire is rekindled.

In this hell, countless eyes opened unwilling to sink, swallowed up despair, climbed up from the pain, and roared at the enemy in front of them.

They are still alive.

Not dead yet.

So, don’t give up yet!

Brilliant flames rose from hell.

"Yes, Huai Shi, this is the right way!"

Before the projection of the Dragon Summoning Flute, Russell had already clenched his fists and widened his eyes.

"Don't worry, don't hesitate, don't be afraid - you are a destined hero, the heir to the Kingdom of Heaven, and the agent of the last remaining place of the Utopia."

"You will never be alone."

He murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with joy, "You are the sun of the future!"

No matter how deep the darkness is, the hero will stand in a place that is more glorious than anyone else, making people yearn for it.

"See that, Isaac!"

He murmured enthusiastically: "Our sun has risen!"

Belongs to us, belongs to the future... the sun!

Your era has ushered in the prelude, Huai Shi.

Now, go and show them, show hell, and show the world that the light of the Utopia has not been extinguished.

Utopia still exists in the world!

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