The Chronicles Of Apocalypse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Going head-to-head with him would only end up with both parties wounded, and this might affect my survival rate during the apocalypse. The most important thing to do right now was to use the last of my time to hoard enough water and provisions to get through the heat apocalypse. The only problem I had was finding a hiding place for them. If I headed back to my hometown now, I might die on the way. I thought about this for a while and suddenly had an idea.

After returning to Camp Arthor, I settled all of Sasha's paperwork and placed her at the hospital while Leo stayed by my side and followed me around. "You know that you don't have to keep following me around, don't you? I'm just a regular researcher now," I said with a sigh. After arriving at this base camp, the water crisis had been temporarily resolved for now. But there was an even greater challenge on the way, and it required more attention. Every researcher was desperately trying to find a way to end the apocalypse.

Birth or apocalypse. Maybe both.

That was also why our security was the best in the whole city. I only found out in my last life that, after the world was hit by the deadly heatwave, a lot of desperate people showed up. In the apocalypse, humanity meant little. Everyone answered only to themselves. But our community was the only one that never got attacked by any looters, all thanks to the top-notch security forces here. It stayed safe until the scientists finally managed to build weather bombs strong enough to fight off the deadly heat, and the heatwave finally ended. Everyone in our community survived.

It smelled awfully peculiar, and familiar at the same time but he could not tell where he had perceived the scent of such blood from in the past. Twice he paused, thinking it had vanished. Then it would flare up again—more distant, more elusive. Whoever was spilling the blood wasn’t just human. They were marked. Cursed, or blessed—Lucien wasn’t sure which. But the scent of the blood sang of prophecy and ruin. And now, he was tethered to it. Drawn beyond hunger. Beyond curiosity. He needed to find its source. He looked up toward the huge trees as he made his way deeper and whispered, “You shouldn’t have bled tonight.”

“Sure. Mr. Mysterious is a vampire. Vampires aren’t real... Are they? No. That’s silly. He was in broad daylight all day today. But damn, he’s weird.” Ava spent hours looking for information on the man. She found no trace of whom the Constantine family was behind the scenes, only known to be the most influential tech company in the world. Researching the name of the company, Ava gasped. Apollyon: The angel of the bottomless pit in the Book of Revelation. “Holy shit! Maybe he is a vampire.” Sitting back in her chair, she thought about the possibility. Too many scary references over the past hours had given flight to her overactive imagination, as usual. Her years of curiosity in urban legends

He was flipping through the pages of his notes. "That's just it. If the Warrior and Bearer are supposed to get their bloody groove on as part of the ‘End Times,' then we've either missed the other prophecies or something big has happened to ruin the chain of events. If this Asta person was trying to harness the magic of Earth by either stealing or pulling Earth's magic here, then she's screwed everything up. None of the timelines, guides, or prophesies matter now. That's how she screwed us over: We're on our fucking own against who knows what."

“Do you know what an apocalypse means, Xavier?” Elder Obada walked up to where he was and sat on his bed and Xavier sat up as he stared at the Elder. “A war perhaps?” Xavier frowned. “A war that brings about the end of all lives on the planet?” Elder Obada shrugged. “Close enough. The apocalypse is the end, the end of all lives. You would meet your own apocalypse just like your father met his. You know the story of how your ancestors died right?” Xavier swallowed hard and nodded. “I can remember very clearly.”

second coming" with hope and faith, to eradicate the evils of this world.” "But this second coming would be after the apocalypse, according to the Bible ..." Mark said. “It would be naive to think the clone child represents that second coming at the present time.” “And what makes you think that we are not on the verge of an apocalypse?” Richmond asked with some perspicacity. “The conflicts in the Middle East do not stop; treaties against the proliferation of nuclear weapons are dying; there are countries like North Korea and Iran challenging the rest of the world with their tests; the growing tension between Russia, Syria and the United States with their allies like Israel ...”

“It could be a few months, a few years, or a few days,” Jim said in response. “Boss, before Apophis truly becomes a God, we must assemble the five magic books to help you become a God.” Tyr took a deep breath and asked, “Where is the fifth book?” Jim continued to deduce and analyze with the Nostro Compass. In the end, he concluded, “The fifth book is the Torment Manuscript, but our nation is currently experiencing peace rather than turmoil.”