Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1266: Chapter 968: Tomorrow_3

Open hollow eyes.

Roar loudly.

Thick blood threads flowed out from his mouth and nose, activated, swimming like a snake in the preservative liquid.

The turbulent source substance leaked out, turning the entire storage place of the stone coffin into a twisted demon realm.

It was the ravaging from the path of transformation, with good and evil as spears, despair and happiness as poison, a curse and punishment imposed on humanity and human knowledge itself!

A curse from the God of Malice!

Once contacted, it swiftly spread through phantoms, reaching each and every host, absorbing their source substance and exerting reverse interference on the Woodman.

In an instant, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions...

When countless tiny pains overlap, they turn into a torrent of despair capable of causing collapse.

Finally, in front of Huai Shi, that screaming phantom suddenly froze.

The crack from the bullet hole on its forehead had completely spread across its entire body.

The piercing sound of shattering glass echoed.

Collapse ensued.

From the cracks, a cold light that mirrored off countless mirrors shone, each broken mirror reflecting a projection of the Woodman.

And when those countless mirrors converged, the intertwined light vaguely reflected a withered figure.

Long hair as white as snow, murderous intent ferocious.

Old and cold.

In the pitch-black pupils, apart from a chilling darkness, there was nothing else!

Unlike the tenderness and kindness left for the younger generation, this was the true essence of the path of transformation, the true convergence of all the evil thoughts of humanity.

—Black God·Vitali!

”Looks like someone has come to fetch you.”

Huai Shi smiled and waved goodbye: ”Safe travels, I wish you... umm, a pleasant stay together?”

”Huai Shi!!!!!”

The roar of the boy was piercing.

He rushed out from Hell heedlessly, reaching for Huai Shi’s face.

But immediately, the movement froze.

Only a hair’s breadth away.

Frozen.

Huai Shi’s smile remained unchanged, he raised his right hand towards that ferocious face...

Showed the middle finger!

”Goodbye.”

In an instant, countless mirrors surfaced in the air, reflecting the image of Woodman, overlapping and contracting, swiftly collapsing inwardly, returning to a single small point.

Finally, it fell into the hands of the Black God.

Firmly grasped.

Without saying much more, the incomplete Black God took a deep look at him, turned around and vanished into the mirrored world. Soon, the eerie giant mirror expanded again, directly swallowing the Gate of Hell and then dissolved into illusory light.

On the snowy plain, only the whistling wind remained.

In the long, long silence.

The whole world stared in astonishment at the sudden upheaval that had occurred in an instant.

Unable to believe everything before their eyes.

Woodman, dead?

Is it over?

Or is this another illusion of the Golden Dawn?

One of the opponent’s conspiracies?

Or is it, in fact, real?

The remnants of the Utopia, Jurisdiction Bureau, Existence Institute, the Five Great Genealogies, along with the Golden Dawn in Hell, and countless other Observers, all stood motionless.

Unable to comprehend.

The minds, completely blank.

What they felt was only the shock and astonishment deep within their souls!

But Huai Shi stood in the flying snow, silently gazing at the night sky, at the countless shining stars, and the brilliant aurora extending from the horizon.

As if able to glimpse past glory and honor, focused and calm.

Silent smile.

”Tomorrow will be good weather.”

His expectant sigh, turned and left.

Leaving countless silent observing mirrors, witnessing the conclusion after this dust has settled.

This is the victory belonging to the Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy.

His victory!