Chapter 156 Big Dream Five Thousand Years
Most of the colors of the city of Cairo are the same as the pyramids that represent Egypt.
In addition to the large-scale greening in the relatively modern city center, large areas of khaki-colored short buildings, cramped alleyways, and chaotic streets full of small merchants and hawkers are the true face of this ancient city.
Professor Carliss Jackson was walking on the street in a daze. He didn't know where to go, and he didn't know who to inform, especially when he was followed by a terrifying figure like a human bomb. The old professor was only mechanically numb. walking instinct.
The courtyard of the Apocalypse believers was in a back alley in a busy city, and the shop along the street in the front yard was their storefront selling Persian carpets, and at this moment, together with several surrounding rooms, were crushed to powder by the awakened Apocalypse in a fit of anger.
With Cairo's urban efficiency, it would take some time for firefighting or security response teams to arrive, but more and more residents gathered around, and Professor Jackson was afraid that the "god" behind him would be unhappy and kill him at will. All these ordinary people are gone.
But the strange thing is that Tianqi has been surprisingly stable since leaving the ruins.
"Come on, Evolutionary? This must be an Evolutionary! I've seen TV, and they're also called mutants! Oh my god. He's so majestic."
A group of young lads looked at this tall mutant in armor in amazement on the side of the road,
Tian Qi strode forward boldly, without any intention of hiding his appearance. On the hairless brow bone, dark blue folds crowded between the brows, and he was quite puzzled by the mortals he saw on the road.
Over the years, Apocalypse has collected and plundered many powerful mutant powers, but he has no real psychic ability. He cannot see what these mortals are thinking, but he can perceive their emotions.
"strangeness."
Professor Jackson heard Tianqi spit out a word he didn't understand in a low voice, his legs bent, and he looked at the busiest street in this area in front of him, and he was even more at a loss.
And this ancestor of mutants who awakened from ancient times was surprised that when mortals saw him, they didn't have disgust, fear and hatred, but were more full of curiosity and doubt, and even some kind of envy?
Didi! hum.
The horn of the car, the roar of the engine, and the stereo speakers of the store selling TVs opposite are playing loud blues songs and dances, and the turbulent and complicated audio-visual information fills Tianqi's senses.
He was a little annoyed by the daze that emerged from the bottom of his heart, which was unacceptable to the omniscient and omnipotent master.
Tian Qi slowly raised his head, the pure sky was cloudless, but in his eyes, there were countless gray lines intertwined on the city, like an invisible big net.
Such lines were extremely rare in that era. He looked at the "drop point" of a line in front of him, and walked straight across the street.
Professor Jackson stared blankly at the ancient mutants passing through the street. The cars on the road had to stop abruptly. Almost all the drivers with beards and turbans leaned out of the windows and cursed.
Tian Qi subconsciously touched the glass of the shop window. He had never seen such a pure and transparent substance like water. With a light wave of his hand, the glass window was evenly shattered into fine powder like gravel, separated like waves, revealing The TV set inside.
Jackson watched him put his hands on the TV, eyes slightly closed, and then the entire TV wall screen burst into pieces of snowflakes and chaotic screen flashes, and even the audio speakers were squeaking and piercing. song.
"Hiss interesting.interestingинтересноdrleintéressant"
Tian Qi’s eyebrows and eyes are slightly closed, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, changing various small emotions from time to time, such as doubt, curiosity, and anger. He spits out an English word, but at the same time, it echoes countless modern languages of various countries and nationalities.
The old professor had already come to him. Seeing such a strange situation, an extremely absurd guess arose in his heart.
After a long while, Tian Qi finally opened his gray-blue eyelids, and those pupils with faint blue fluorescent eyes were no longer as empty as before, but full of wisdom and confidence.
"Carliss Jackson, the question you were questioned in the Oxford Open Class in 1968: Why did the Apocalypse Dynasty not hand down any large-scale architectural relics or records related to totems, symbols, etc. That's because—"
Professor Jackson's lips and teeth were trembling, and his throat was dry and tight.
He listened to the man's hoarse low voice, with an authentic London accent, talking eloquently about the questions he couldn't answer in an academic debate that had been recorded on TV a few years ago, and in his mind That absurd guess was confirmed by reality.
"—That's because... mortals are not qualified to chant my name."
Through the ubiquitous radio signal network and electronic data, Apocalypse has mastered all the human history, information, and knowledge that he has missed during the five thousand years of sleeping in the dark underground.
“.It’s really interesting. Mortal ignorant mortals have weapons that can threaten gods. Mutants, my child is not hated by mortals, ‘The Whip of Order’. The new order of order.”
The entire street was completely blocked, all passing pedestrians and vehicles stopped to watch this tall and weird mutant man, and some even shouted for him to perform more.
Tian Qi’s face was as sinking as water, without any expression, he raised his right hand with great interest, saw a cloud of faint black air lingering around his fingertips, and flicked it out, softly said:
"The lowliest slave language has come so low for mortals in this land, historian."
He turned his head to look at old Jackson. Professor Jackson, who had no guts and didn't know what to say, realized that the apocalypse was calling him. behind.
"You will have the honor to be a mortal, to witness and record, and I will rebuild the order and kingdom of God."
Hum!
The light cluster instantly engulfed Tianqi and Professor Jackson, and the two disappeared immediately, leaving only a ball of black smoke as thick as a thumb hovering in the air, and suddenly exploded into countless hair-thin lines that were invisible to the naked eye. The crowd in the street dispersed.
The stout owner of the audio-visual store took the black brick handed by the clerk, and stood on the side of the street flauntingly dialing a mobile phone that not many people in Cairo could have, shouting rudely.
"Ah Choo! Ah Choo!"
He wrinkled his greasy nostrils, as if something had got into his nasal cavity, and couldn't help but sneezed a few times, rubbing his nose, but saw the back of his hand was full of black-red liquid,
The shop owner was a little dizzy. He raised his head subconsciously and looked forward. The onlookers on the street who hadn't dispersed were sneezing in unison. Thick black blood flowed from the nose, corners of the eyes, ears, and mouth, and appeared on the skin. Blobs of black dots.
Hundreds of people wailed and roared, scratching the flesh on their cheeks and chest, letting them rot and fall off in pieces, spreading across the entire street with this place as the center
On the Texas Highway passing through the barren western wilderness, besides the dark green cacti and pitcher plants tumbling with the wind, there is only a young guy without a helmet and his cheeks are biting high, riding a stunt motorcycle. The best Benelli "cub" in the performance world, blasting a series of explosions and galloping past.
Johnny Blazer had just buried his father, and the gravekeeper of the old and stale cemetery suddenly disappeared in the past two days, so Johnny had to dig the grave himself, and called the priest to hold the ceremony hastily.
After burying his father, he boarded the car, and with no destination, but with inexplicable certainty, he drove away towards the distance.
"Devil. Devil, Mephisto! Get out!"
The roar of the rumbling engine and the roar of Johnny Blazer are intertwined. The dome in front of you faintly hangs down and connects to the earth. Under the cover of dark clouds that are as dark as ink, you can't feel the slightest moisture in the soil, like a cloud curtain. It is formed by the gathering of ashes and smoke all over the sky.
Boom!
A black shadow suddenly appeared more than ten meters in front of Johnny. He subconsciously screwed up the brakes. The rear wheel of the Benelli Cub was raised high, and the front wheel drew a long scorched black track on the road, spreading Strong rubber smell.
As soon as the young rider stopped the car, he was angry at why he didn't step on the engine and hit it!
Standing there is the tall, thin and old devil like a dead branch, Mephisto.
"Tsk tsk Johnny Johnny, look at your appearance, I like your anger, young people have momentum! 'Hellfire' will like you."
The human form of Mephisto is wearing a black row-button shawl-style windbreaker from the last century, with skinny cheeks like an old man, large and slightly protruding eyes, an annoying mockery hanging from the corner of his mouth, and his voice is dry and harsh like a crow.
"Bastard! Falk!"
Johnny swung his fist at Mephisto standing in front of him impotently and furiously, but he staggered and fell to the ground in a strange way. He struggled to get up, roared and continued to pounce.
"Jie Jie Jie, don't worry, don't worry about my knight, there is a better agreement, so you are not interested in listening to it?"
Mephisto seemed to be an illusory shadow, sneering at Johnny Blazer as he kept throwing himself into the air, but he was able to pick up the Civilization Staff in his hand and knock on Johnny's head full of viciousness, like a mouse playing old cat.
"I've lost my mind to believe in you devil!"
“.Don’t want to try a deal that can bring your father back? You know, I can take his soul, and of course I can let it go like a fart, right?”
Johnny hesitated. He stared at the disgusting smile formed by countless folds on Mephisto's face, only to hear the devil continue to grin and say:
"It's simple my knight, I just recovered a long-lost soul, which brings good news and I just need you to get a contract that belongs to me and return it to me, not only can you get back your 'father' , you can get rid of me forever, you say"
"-How about it?"
Mephisto hunched over, holding Johnny Blazer's shoulders, as happy as a weasel who caught a fat chicken.
(end of this chapter)