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Arnold rarely had a smile on his face. The corners of his mouth were bent and drooping, making people feel even more uncomfortable and terrifying, and his face was like a fish in the deep sea, as if he was only trying to create fear. Step by step, the movement is slow but the rhythm is strong, and it seems that the fall of each step has smashed hard to the ground. Arnold ascended in a spiral staircase at Fort Leavenworth, leaving the world with a ring of ruin.

He never did this qiē for power or money, which was not Arnold's style. Maybe he has, maybe this madman really wants to do something, but it's not something for others to watch. Arnold's head was as twisted, chaotic, ugly as he was, and completely incomprehensible to normal people. There was a real monster living in his head, since he had turned Volcker Air Force Base upside down, and then he had rebelled against heavy aircraft carriers; Whether it was the resurrection of the 100-day ghost machine, or the horrific death election in the former United States, he didn't care about the result, and he didn't care, he was like a cruel child who played with the fate and even the lives of countless people between applause, just because it was just a whim.

Among the mercenaries who followed Arnold, many began to feel shaken and frightened. The faithful belief in Arnold when he participated in the project turned into a fear that went deep into his own marrow, but there was nothing he could do. Fort Leavenworth was also a fortress in reverse for them, difficult to fly. □As long as one person has the idea of escaping in his heart, he is afraid that he will be devastated in unimaginable ways.

Arnold leads to the cloister on the top floor of the Papal Palace, passing through two intermediate doors and pushing open the last gate on the roof.

A strong light shot in, like a sharp sword piercing into a dark cave, and a few mercenaries behind subconsciously covered their eyes. After all, they are amateurs, and many of them have not undergone a systematic modern military training course. In the absence of any protection for his eyes, his vigilance was not high, and he was actually dizzy by the sudden sunlight at this moment.

They soon realized that it was not sunlight, to be exact, there was no sunlight anymore.

On the far southern horizon, fireballs tumbled upwards and rolled up blood-colored mushroom clouds. There are also several huge mushroom cloud pillars in the east, which have long been formed.

I didn't expect that all the worries became true.

These mercenaries would never have thought that Arnold was really crazy. This is not faith, such crazy thinking has nothing to do with religious beliefs, this is total slaughter and suicide, which no one would do in any orthodox religion.

Arnold Prince, all the madness he has unleashed in the past long time, is not for power and money, his will is no longer normal, and he also claims to be extraordinary. Arnold's true enjoyment lies in showing others, magnifying this, and letting inflated selfish desires destroy herself.

He is a cancer among the human race, and every drop of blood that flows through his body is meant to kill. Tomato ○☆ novel △ net ☆ w-w'w-.'f'q-x-s'w-.

However, this crazy man has a more confident definition of his identity: "I, Arnold Prince, am the antibiotic of this time and this world. ”

Talent is a cancer.

After the end of the Sino-Japanese War, the whole world was surrounded by some kind of black fog. People who have lost their homes and the basis for their existence do not choose to die, but choose to evolve and become a person who is qualified to live in the new world. They need to abandon useless ideals, childish compassion and humanity. Resources are limited, and if you can't grab them, you will die. The world has become very weird, outside the central big 6 black hole, only the Xindongdu Demonstration Circle still has a basic legal system, and the rest of the regions are going from collapse to collapse. The wall of mushroom clouds lined up by the former US University 6 means that the economic revival has completely come to naught. In this way, there is only one kind of person in this world who can live: the cannibal.

Arnold has seen too many cannibals, the First Sino-Japanese War, the Great Famine of Kanses, and the Plague of St. Fuxi, he has all experienced, only those who really take the erosion of their own kind as the highest skill can survive, just like a "rat trap" lacking food, and the last to survive must be experts in killing their own kind, suitable for people living in the New World.

"Cancer."

Here's how he described those people.

And he himself is a cancer of tumors.

"Antibiotics."

He defined it this way. Tomato ☆ Fiction Web w'w-w'.fqxsw

Arnold once enjoyed burrowing into the hearts of those whom he had become the source of cancer, probing the secrets and desires of others, and then unleashing and magnifying them until he destroyed himself.

From the love of the Vespa fighting team, the generational grudge of Osteria, and even the thirst of the entire former American University 6 crowd, they are all targets of his attack.

"Maybe it's annoying, endless, boring."

He once said so.

A madman can also get tired. Arnold soon got tired of this kind of play, and tortured people to death one after another, which was too much to watch, and it was really boring. Before his interest in the Warriors, Arnold's most rewarding thing was to create chaos and provoke crowds to kill each other, which seemed more efficient and more fun.

"Chaos and disorder also mean absolute equality and freedom, and that's exactly what you want."

He talked to himself, but there was no trace of satisfaction.

Arnold felt that the world was not interesting enough, and that something full of life seemed to be sprouting in the people he called cancers. What is it that rejuvenates the tumor-infested place, Arnold doesn't answer the question, he doesn't think it's a question, he just feels that it's white.

"White ......"

He muttered to himself. 番▽□ eggplant small ☆ said net w'w'w'.-f-q'x-sw

It was this "something" of unknown origin that made his retina ineffective, and the only signal received by his brain was a large patch of white. Arnold's heart, without explaining what the white thing is, he looks down on the mediocre; He wouldn't point out where the hell that thing was, and Arnold never pointed out the obvious targets.

"Completely white."

It was like a tireless firefly flying across the dark earth, lighting up every place it passed. Its light was actually very weak, its path was aimless, and it was even foolish enough to think that it could illuminate the whole area of Large6 one at a time, but it was still dark wherever it passed.

The light faded and looked meaningless.

Arnold's ability to see things that mortals can't see, is the source of his madness. He could see that the little thing that was floating around and annoying had seeped a complete white into the ground, rejuvenating the Cancer Land.

He stood on the high platform and saw the white of the ground, and also saw the white of the future. It is a spirit, a spirit that brings people back to their humanity. Although it is difficult to change people, looking back at history, some heavy events often affect an entire generation, so that the people of that era planted seeds in their hearts. When necessary, these seeds will sprout at the same time. Let the whole group present some kind of unexpected convergence choice. This is what is often referred to as a "generation".

And the core of that influence is the white color that Arnold sees in his brain.

That ethereal firefly is naturally good at detonating the powder magazine.

"Terrible."

His lips moved, but there was no sound.

"I've got to tune, I've got you to have the right color."

Arnold said to the white of nothingness.

"You have natural powers, but you don't know what's right. Thankfully, you've infiltrated the dirty soil with white, and now let me dye you the color you deserve. He looked a little nervous, a rare appearance for Arnold, as if he were facing some terrible demon and himself the savior.

J-2OASV, Meng, such a complex actually makes the demon as if he is meeting a demon.

Arnold was a complete savior in his crazy mind, and he believed that the "terrifying demon king" in front of him had the ability to influence those tumors, and as long as the tumors saw the true face of this thing, they would all self-destruct. If one day, he wants to make those who died because of him understand why they died, and if he had enough patience, he would explain it like this: "The needle is pierced into everyone's veins, and it is my responsibility to inject the right medicine to treat this era." ”

Grabbing the person in front of you is equivalent to grabbing everyone's veins. He thought so.

How to implement his great plan of salvation was not an easy task for Arnold.

Because he didn't get a hit, Arnold thought he had nowhere to put a needle.

His actions in the New Eastern Capital, Osteria, and the former US University 6 are not difficult to understand that this guy is really not interested in money and power.

But the heart that can be beaten, and the satisfaction of the goal is so strong, no matter what you do, you must do it, and you will never give up until the day of victory.

What a strange person.

Arnold looked ahead.

"Oh, actually...... White is the easiest color to dye. ”

He has long since appeared, and such a person without him is not invulnerable, on the contrary, full of weaknesses. Arnold uses Alisy, Kara, and the others to make Meng stunted with a light yì.

Still, Arnold felt fear. The large triangular pyramid in front of him slowly turned, and he saw that the colors were changing, like clear water slicking oil.

I did so much myself, just for this last moment. But the colors are brilliant and colorful.

"Are you hesitating?"

Arnold looked at the multicolored orb in his brain.

"What are you?"

There was a feeling of a lottery in my heart.

This answer means the end of the world.