Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 969 - 764: Lost Soul (Part 2)

On the Heavenly Inquiry Route, the Great Priestess’s Sky’s Command is not simply to kill people, but to ’remove’ ’calamities’ so that more people can survive."

Tong Ji told him, "It has external deterrence and aggressiveness, but also internal judgment and suppression capabilities.

When there are environmental threats from the outside, it’s necessary to stand up and eliminate them to prevent a catastrophe from descending. When internal calamities arise, they must be trimmed, so the inside doesn’t spiral out of control.

Maintain the cycle of the inside and outside, view the group as a whole, ensuring its safe and healthy growth - Now, do you know why people say the Great Priestess specializes in handling its own people?"

Huai Shi’s mind twitched, instantly conjuring up lively and vivid images from countless movies.

Things like National Security Bureau Dragon Group, Cheka, FBI, KGB, Military Intelligence Section 9...

"Does Rubiyanka Hotel provide board and lodging?"

"Exactly!"

Tong Ji patted his shoulder with satisfaction:

"The development and maintenance, and even necessary death and eradication of the young and the group—From this perspective, the divine nature of the Soloist and Great Priestess was originally one, and because of this, there is a possibility of conversion before the Fourth Stage.

If your actions align with this point, then the Great Priestess’s divine nature conversion will become smoother and smoother."

In the silence, Huai Shi lowered his head, unable to resist picking up the Dream Cage before him.

He examined the Ravens, watching their scandals with small booklets, collecting cards, and engaging in vulgar behavior, his intent to kill growing.

The bird cage had become filthy again...

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Not to mention Huai Shi’s sharpened knife, preparing to launch the first Crow Flock purge and rectification movement.

After the little Ravens’ knowledge class ended, Tong Ji didn’t quietly go to check Huai Shi’s account balance but instead, like performing magic, pulled out a thick stack of documents from the air and placed them on the table.

Huai Shi curiously picked it up, scrutinized it, only to see that the title was neither in Chinese nor Yingzhou language, but in Latin.

"Beastified Characteristic Beings... Human Rights Protection Draft?"

He furrowed his brow, looking at the date below the cover, and discovered it was actually from over a decade ago, and the mark on the document came from American Genealogy.

"What’s this?"

"I mentioned earlier, about the Feuerbach incident. I checked and found—it’s truly tragic..."

Tong Ji sat on the crimson God’s Wedge, clicking her tongue with sympathy, "The friends you make, how come each one is more unlucky than the last? I think there’s something wrong with you—you know misfortune attracts, right?"

Huai Shi instinctively halted his body, his expression becoming serious: "Less nonsense, hurry up."

"When you need help you call people Sister Crow, and when you’re in a rush, you won’t even call them sister, just like this hurry up..."

Tong Ji shook her head, no longer selling a mystery: "The matter probably started from twelve years ago.

At that time, the American Genealogy aimed to gain advantage in Abyss exploration by vigorously attracting border capital, once intending to open up the policy for hybrid citizenship..."

With Liu DongLi’s relentless advocacy within the Astronomical Society, the foreign affairs head of American Genealogy decided to have an official meeting with one of the leaders of border hybrids.

And the location was the Border Zone·Feuerbach."

"Actually, before this, both sides had secretly contacted countless times.

From probing to formal negotiations, and finally even the draft had been modified. With political and survival needs present for both parties, although there were obstacles, they didn’t become hindrances.

During this period, your friend acted as a bridge for the Astronomical Society, playing a crucial role. But unfortunately, the problem arose at this meeting."

Tong Ji sighed with pity: "The Element of Destructive descended.

Under the interference of extremists, Feuerbach had long been infiltrated by the Ranch Owner. When America unlocked the border blockade and discovered Paradise of Bliss’s projection descending, it was already too late.

Even Rainbow Bridge couldn’t halt the deepening. If not for America’s rapid response to cut off connection with Feuerbach, most of America might have been impacted by the Abyss tide.

Ultimately, Feuerbach sank into Hell, American Genealogy paid the price for their goodwill, suffering heavy losses, and no one mentioned the human rights draft and hybrid citizenship policy anymore.

And Beastified Characteristic Beings, due to their Abyss Trait, found their situation increasingly dire.

Liu DongLi’s Resonant Physique was entirely burned out in that event, losing eligibility as a Doomsday Guard. Ultimately, he was cursed and relegated to the Original Dark Legion.

It was from that time that he transformed from ’Phoenix’ into the ’Specter of Feuerbach’.

As if a part of him died at Feuerbach, the one remaining alive was merely an empty shell, a soul long since perished..."

In Huai Shi’s silence, Tong Ji softly sighed: "Logically, he should have completely lost the ability to jump through time by now, but he can use this power more frequently and wildly than before—it’s truly too extraordinary.

After all, to have fallen to this extent and still be able to move is already miraculous, it’s not surprising when he would completely collapse..."

"The Ranch Owner’s curse?"

Huai Shi recalled the filthy black blood inside Renault’s body, resembling a depository of all the world’s malice, an unsettling erosive and destructive force.

"Rather than a curse, it’s more accurately described as ’drool’, traces after escaping from the mouth of a God Spirit..."

Tong Ji sneered: "Compared to this, I don’t even know whether his problem or the curse problem is worse.

A massive self-hatred that he can’t bear, a suffocating sense of guilt, living like a walking dead, repenting every single day.

Huai Shi, he lives in a Hell he created, beyond any remedy.

The more brilliant the star, upon death, the larger the black hole it forms. The beings in Hell love souls like this, once solidified, it’s certainly a rare fallen nova in history..."

"The question is, how much longer can he hold out?"

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"How much longer can you hold out, Liu DongLi?"

In a dreary sleep, Liu DongLi heard the mocking voice.

He instinctively raised a gun, seeing that familiar shadow.

Beneath the lavish oil-paper umbrella, the intricate twelve-layered Yingzhou attire, reflected that exotic visage, bright as peach blossoms, like the Oiran of legend.

Black eyes, black hair, so gentle when smiling, yet making one feel a distant separation.

Liu DongLi didn’t answer.

In the silence, the narrow safe house reverberated with the sound of a mobile phone vibrating.

The phone on the table lit up, displaying the name Huai Shi.

"Not gonna answer the call?" the visitor asked, "Your friend is quite concerned about you."

Liu DongLi held the gun indifferently, aiming at ’her’ face, telling him word by word, "This has nothing to do with you."

"How many times has it been?"

The visitor looked at him with compassion, "You won’t win this time either, Liu DongLi, you should learn to give up, persistence not only isn’t victory, it also drags you further into Hell."

Bam!

The gunshot rang out.

Pierced through that pretty face, causing it to shatter like a bubble.

"I haven’t lost yet." Liu DongLi coldly bid farewell.

"No problem."

Before the bubble dissipated, ’she’ or ’he’ gently said goodbye, "I will keep waiting."