A somewhat fat, but well-maintained hand, tightly tugging at a few pieces of paper on his hand, trembling.

It can be seen that the owner of this hand must have been pampered in normal times, his nails were meticulously trimmed, and the only trace on his thick fingers was a little yellowish callus left by the cigar.

Ruby cufflinks without any impurities on the wrist, delicate and elegant classical mechanical watches, and even neat, soft and textured fabrics, and extremely fitting cufflinks, all show that the owner of this hand must be elegant, slow and methodical to do things in line with his identity, pointing the country, and deciding the lives of tens of millions of people.

But now, the hand that seems to be out of control, the hand that directs the servant, the hand that twists up the fruits of other people's labor and dislikes it like garbage, this noble, noble, always at the center of people's sight, trembles like a loss of control, and even a few thin pieces of paper are as heavy as a mountain.

"Ridiculous! Amusing! Arrogant! Who does he think he is? What a thing he is! Can you challenge us? The angry and frightened voice sounded, as if containing endless resentment and deep fear, "Apocalypse, who is he?" He's just a clown who popped out of nowhere, and he deserves to question us, does he want to challenge us too? ”

"He doesn't know our power, and the gold on my toilet can kill him! Does he know what kind of power he has provoked? I'm going to teach him a lesson, I'm going to teach that bunch of fanatics a lesson! Isn't it fusion nuclear energy? Isn't it just a high-energy battery? I'm going to buy it and do whatever I want! I want the world to use electricity, so they can use it! ”

Saif forgot who he was now, and he fantasized about smashing the American General Electric Company with money. Look at that bunch of arrogant, damned people, lying at his feet and licking the soles of his shoes, just like in the past, the American energy companies sneering at him, he can do whatever he wants. Nine-year-old girls, or anything crazier.

"I'm going to reward him with his life first, I want to see that guy's head, what an apocalypse, without the protection of the government, he is nothing, this world is our world, I want to expose the ridiculous lies of the United States, how can nuclear fusion succeed? How dare you succeed? Saif jerked to his feet. The beard on his face trembled, and he didn't have time to straighten his headscarf before he hurried to the video call.

"There are more than a billion people in the world who live on the oil industry, more on ethylene, more on petrochemicals, the automobile industry, the plastics industry, aerospace, the world is the world on oil. It's our world, and we dictate it. We control it, and if we don't want to die together, we have to listen to us! Saif said hysterically, his eyes red.

In such a state, almost all the people in the hall exist, and Saif is not the most extreme among them. These well-dressed people in robes and suits are scurrying around like headless cockroaches, talking nonsense in their mouths that they don't understand, great fear. devoured their hearts.

They once had the influence of stomping their feet, and the world was shaken, they had the glorious results of launching the first and second oil crises, setting off economic crises, and severely hitting the world economy, and they used to be the elites who influenced the world.

Their taste is fashion, their hobby is the trend, they dig out the dark wealth of the underground, sell it to the world at the same price as gold, enjoy the most luxurious, the most unbridled life, do not have to learn and have skills, do not have to work hard, open and innovative, they are born noble!

This seems to be a natural axiom, they have power, they are excellent, and they have drawn a deep trench between themselves and ordinary people.

But all this ends in the hands of one man.

He knocked nobility to the dust and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.

Saif looked at the old king in the video and muttered: "Father, we are trying to find a way, we have so many friends, there will always be someone to solve all this, the world economy is closely related to us, no one dares to ignore this threat." Apocalypse, nothing is remarkable, no matter how dangerous he is, he is just one person. ”

"No!" On the other side of the video, the king looked at the video numbly and vetoed: "He's not just a person!" ”

"Father, the world is standing with us, and yesterday the Secretary of State told me that the United States is our strong backing, and the Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans, just like bin Laden, and now he has touched the line, and he is killing himself!" Saif exclaimed, "We don't even have to make a move, there will be a lot of people who want to kill him!" ”

The king looked at him with a strange look that Saif had never seen before, it was a deep despair and helplessness, Saif had seen it in the eyes of those lifeless refugees, similar looks, that kind of numbness to life, at this moment, he even wondered, is it his father who is opposite?

"Saif The king sighed.

Saif makes a respectful gesture of listening.

"Let's pray to the Lord!" Saif looked at his father in shock, at the venerable old man, abandoned his ornate carpet, abandoned his comfortable mat, and knelt on the hard marble, his ass facing the sky, prostrate on the ground.

He heard his father, reciting a different prayer, and prayed softly:

"Yazrael! Forgive us! ”

Saif finally determined that his father was insane, which seemed like a good thing, and as the only one of his father's hundreds of sons to find out, he had a good chance of succeeding his father. But Saif had long forgotten about it, and he looked at the screen tremblingly.

Beautiful orange-yellow pupils.

If this is a beauty, Saif will marry that woman back for this simple, holy look, anyway, he can marry countless wives, and the smell of desecration will make his blood boil.

But now, he just wanted to get down to his knees.

The smooth curves, the wide wings, and the strange creature in scale armor, when he stepped in gracefully through the doorway, the shock of death accompanied Saif like a shadow. The deterrence of the upper layers of the food chain against the lower levels, the nobility of wisdom against ignorance, the sacredness of pure contradiction.

There is only one word that can describe the creature in front of you - the Angel of Death!

"Yazrael! Forgive us! Saif let out a wail.

At the same time, Saif father, the old man who was prostrate on the ground. He turned into a ray of light, blending into the aura of the Angel of Death, every cell, the old flesh, as if it had met the ice of hot water, silently dissolving into the creature, the reflected sunlight.

As if in Nirvana, a smaller creature flew out of the sunlight. A slender body, cold orange-yellow pupils, and a body shape full of killing and death. The two creatures glanced at Saif on the other side of the video, causing him to experience a nightmare for a second, then spread their wings and disappear into the sky.

See the sacred scene in the sun. Saif was at a loss and fearful: What had just happened? What happened to the king?

This deep fear made him lose all thoughts of confrontation. He stumbled along, pushing away the people who had come up to stop him, he was distracted, he was afraid, he trembled, and he curled up on the ground. Let out an out-of-control wail.

"That's an xeno!" A voice reached his ears, and Saif looked up and saw an ordinary big boy standing in front of him, holding him, his body. It smelled of the poor, the most hated thing for Saf, but the boy was confident and looked him straight in the eye without hesitation.

"Who allowed you in! This is private turf, get out! Saif said as if reflexively.

He seemed to provoke the boy, and he saw the white man stand up and say to him in a tone that Saif never wanted to hear again: "Do you think it was the old days? Wake up! The Apocalypse has destroyed everything about you, He has broken anything you can be proud of, He has broken the backbone of your nation. ”

"You can't stand and talk to me anymore!"

"The oil is gone!"

When Saif heard the last sentence, his expressionless face and unsparkled eyes suddenly erupted with great anger and hideousness, "What did you say? What did you say? Ridiculous, ridiculous, do you know what oil is? Do you understand Luthor? You're just a ......."

"The oil is destroyed!" The youth interrupted Saif by saying, "The world's eight-tier production, five-tier reserves, have been destroyed!" The oil is finished! The oil industry system is over! Your country and nation are finished! ”

"Nonsense! You fuck your shit! Saif had a hideous face, and he grabbed the man by the collar and tried to lift him with all the strength of his life.

The man's hand was like an iron hoop, firmly fastening Saif's hand, and sneered: "Do you know the apocalypse? Do you understand how terrible he is? Maggots that rot in the dust dare to be noble, you scavenging maggots, I tell you, the apocalypse has ruined you, and he has strangled your lifeblood like a worm to death. ”

"We can deal with him, we can destroy him! He's just a man, what is he? Saif struggled.

"Idiot! Open your eyes and see! He is not a man, he is a catastrophe, an ultimate test for humanity, the apocalypse, all mankind, the whole world is against him, the entire American continent is trembling in his shadow, he is the enemy of the world, the destroyer, the apocalypse, the nightmare of our lives, the nightmare of civilization! ”

The young man looked Saif in the eye and sneered, "What can you do?" Little bugs? ”

"Tremble in his shadow!"

"Why is he? Why did he do it? What is Xenogene? What happened to oil? Saif finally calmed down, at least willing to think with his head.

"You're in the way! Bugs! So, being crushed to death, it's as simple as that. All the power, strength, effort, and wisdom were as powerless as bugs in front of that person, and they were finally crushed into slag. As for the xenos, they are the famine messengers of the apocalypse, and they bring deadly famine. ”

"Energy famine!"

"They build nests on oil, multiply mycelium, extract carbon and chemical energy, they evolve, they survive, they reproduce, and then like crushing eggs, they destroy your country, and the army sent by the United States and oil tycoons, and in just one day, we see that they have changed from beasts to gods."

All this stuffed Saif's mind with a mess of things, he didn't know, he couldn't even understand what the man said, the oil was destroyed! This news broke his backbone, there is no oil, there is no money, their country, the nation, will be a nightmare, a deep nightmare.

A deep fear consumed his heart, and Saif had never considered what kind of despair, luxury, and glitz the world without oil was, shattered in an instant, and that a country without oil, without an industrial system, without a working citizen, and with a long-standing habit of luxury, their country, the nation, would be even more miserable than the current refugees.

Desert without resources. In an instant, they will become another, the most terrifying poor region, and their wealth will become the fattest lamb in the mouths of several large countries and conglomerates, and their fate will be even more miserable than that of the untouchables of India. Thinking of this, Saif has never been so calm in his heart, others can't take care of it, but he can never fall into this situation.

The education he has received has made his mind sober.

"Who are you? Tell me this, what's the purpose? Saif regained his elite appearance and began to calmly consider his own interests.

"My name is Jean! Come and find the one who will support me in defeating the Apocalypse! You have met the last and most advantageous heir of the king, the future lord of the royal family, and I need your support! Jean faded, and the youthfulness of an ordinary young man showed his ease and confidence in front of Saif with ease.

The terrified elites in the hall, the politicians and Saif people, do not yet know that the end has come! At least for them, their wealth, their power, everything they think they are proud of, noble, has been crushed into the dust by a shadow, and what awaits them will be a nightmare, a nightmare for a people.

Jean looked at these elites who were still disguised as noble before they died, and showed an extremely malicious smile, and he thought with some pleasure: "What about wealth? And what about power? If you don't know the future, you won't know the general trend, you will be crushed and fall into hell! He maliciously looked at those people who had been high up in the past, showing their confusion and fear.

Imagine the look of despair on their faces when they heard the news.

In my ears came the voice of an old man, a child, a man, a woman, a saint, and a sinner: "No one is born noble, and we will be kings!" ”

Jean thought a little out of his mind: this is the age of man, the age of man being king. And the king must fold his sword first! But we will be kings in the end! This is our time, let the nobility of the past, the power, destroy it in the flames of the future! (To be continued......)