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A hand that was a little fat but well maintained was tightly shaking with a few light pieces of paper on his hand.

It can be seen that the owner of this hand must be pampered in normal times. His nails were meticulously trimmed. The only trace on his thick fingers was the cigar left, with a little yellow calluse.

Ruby cufflinks without any impurities on their wrists, exquisite and elegant classical mechanical watches, and even neat, the fabric is soft and textured, and the extremely fit cufflinks all show that the owner of this hand must be elegant in normal times, slowly doing things that suit their identity, giving guidance to the country, and determining the lives of millions of people.

But now, this hand seems to have lost control. This hand that guides the servant, this hand that picks up the fruits of other people's labor, and dislikes like garbage, this noble, noble hand that is always at the center of people's sight, trembles like a loss of control. Even if it is just a few thin pieces of paper, it is as heavy as a mountain.

"Absurd! Ridiculous! Arrogant! Who did he think he is? What is he? Can he challenge us?" An angry and fearless voice sounded, as if it contained endless resentment and deep fear. "Apocalypse, who is he? He is just a clown who popped up from nowhere. He deserves to question us. Does he want to challenge us?"

"Does he know our power? The gold inlaid on my toilet can kill him! Do he know what kind of power he provoked? I want to teach him a lesson and a lesson to those madmen! Isn't it just fusion nuclear energy? Isn't it just high-energy battery? Is it just buying it and do whatever I want! I want the whole world to use electricity so that they can use it!"

Saif forgot his current identity. He fantasized about using money to smash General Electric Corporation in the United States, looking at the group of arrogant, damn people, lying at his feet and licking the soles of his shoes, just like before. American energy companies flattered him with a flattering smile, doing whatever he wanted, a nine-year-old girl, or everything even more crazy.

"I want to offer his life first. I want to see that guy's head, such as 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 I succeed?" Saif suddenly stood up, the beard on his face trembled. Before he could finish his turban, he hurried to the video call.

"There are more than one billion people living in the world relying on the oil industry, and more people relying on ethylene and petrochemicals to survive. The automobile industry, the plastic industry, aerospace, this world is the world of oil. It is our world. We stipulate it, we control it, and if we don't want to die together, we have to listen to us!" Saif said hysterically with red eyes.

In this state, almost everyone in the hall exists. Saif is not the most extreme of them. These people in robes, suits and well-dressed clothes run around like headless cockroaches, talking nonsense about things that he doesn't understand. The huge fear swallows their hearts.

They once had the influence of stomping their feet. The world was also shocked by it. They had the first and second oil crisis, which triggered the economic crisis and severely damaged the glorious results of the world economy. They were once the elites who influenced the world, and countless people worked hard all their lives. In order to be slaves for them and make money for them, countless elites of humanity squeezed their heads and wanted to have dinner with them.

Their taste is fashion, their hobbies are trends. They dig out the dark underground wealth and sell it to the world at the same price as gold, enjoying the most luxurious and unrestrained life. There is no need to learn but have skills, no need to work hard, open up and innovate. They are born noble!

This seems to be a natural axiom. They have power and are excellent. They have drawn a deep groove between themselves and ordinary people.

But all this ends in the hands of a person.

He knocked Gaogui down to the mortal world and fell into the mud, making everything ridiculous.

Saif looked at the old king in the video and murmured: "Father, we are trying to find a way. We have so many friends, and 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 great. No matter how dangerous he is, he is just a person."

"No!" On the opposite side of the video, the king looked at the video numbly and rejected: "He is more than just one person!"

"Father, the world stands with us. Yesterday, the Secretary of State told me that America is our strong backing. Apocalypse is just a dog released by the Americans. Just like Laden, now he is touching the thread, he is destroying himself!" Saif said excitedly, "We don't even have to take action, 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, which was a deep despair and helplessness. Saifen had seen it in the eyes of those lifeless refugees. He had a similar look, that numbness to life. At this moment, he even doubted whether the opposite was his father?

"Saif!" the king sighed.

Saif made a respectful gesture of listening with tilted ears.

"Let us pray to the Lord!" Saif looked at his father in shock, looking at the noble old man, abandoning his gorgeous carpet, abandoning his comfortable mat, kneeling on the hard marble, facing the sky, and crawling on the ground.

Hearing his father, praying in a different prayer, he whispered:

"Yazlar! Forgive us!"

Saif finally confirmed that his father was crazy, which seemed to be a good thing. As the only one of his father's hundreds of sons who discovered this, he had a great chance of inheriting his father's position. But Saif had long forgotten about this and looked at the screen tremblingly.

Beautiful orange-yellow pupils.

If this was a beauty, Saif would marry that woman for this simple and sacred look. Anyway, he could marry countless wives. The sacred taste would make his blood boil.

But now, he just wants to fall to his knees.

The smooth curves, wide wings, the strange creature wearing scales, as he stepped gracefully from the door, the shock of death was accompanied by Saif like a shadow, the shock of the upper layer of the food chain to the lower layer, the nobleness of wisdom to ignorance, and the sacredness of pure refutation.

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

"Yazlar! Forgive us!" Saif whined.

At the same time, Saif's father, the old man crawling on the ground, turned into a light and merged into the halo of the angel of death. Every cell, old as it encountered the ice of hot water, melted silently in the reflected sunlight of the creature.

It was like Nirvana. A smaller creature flew out of the sun, with its slender body, cold orange-yellow pupils, and a body shape full of killing and death. The two creatures gently looked at Saif on the opposite side of the video, allowing him to experience a second like a nightmare, then spread his wings and disappeared into the sky.

Seeing the sacred scene in the sunshine, Saif was only confused and fearful: What happened just now? What happened to the king?

This deep fear made him lose all the desire to confront him. He stumbled and pushed away the person who was blocking him. He thought in distractedly and feared. He trembled, curled up on the ground, and let out an out-of-control whine.

"That's a alien!" A voice came to his ears, and Saif looked up and saw an ordinary big boy standing in front of him, holding him. His body exuded the smell of poor people that Saif hated the most, but the boy was confident and looked him in the eyes without any hesitation.

"Who allowed you to come in! This is a private territory, get out!" Saif said as if he was conditioned.

He seemed to have angered the boy. He saw the white man standing up and in a tone that Saif never wanted to hear in his life, saying to him: "Do you think it was the past? Wake up! The apocalypse has destroyed everything about you, he interrupted anything you deserve to be proud of, he interrupted the backbone of your nation."

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

"The oil is gone!"

Saif heard the last sentence, and his face without expression and eyes without spirit suddenly burst out with great anger and hideousness, "What did you say? What did you say? It's ridiculous, absurd, do you know what oil is? Do you understand Luther? You are just..."

"Oil was destroyed!" The young man interrupted Saif's words, "The eighth floor of the world's production and five floors of reserves were destroyed! The oil is over! The oil industry system is over! Your country and nation are over!"

"Nonsense! Let your mother gossip!" Saif's face was covered in ferociousness. He grabbed the man's collar and tried his best to raise him.

The man's hand was like an iron hoop, firmly tied Saif's hand and sneered: "Do you know Apocalypse? Do you understand his terribleness? The maggots rotting in the dust dare to claim to be noble. You rotten maggots, I tell you, Apocalypse destroyed you, and he strangled your lifeline like a worm."

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

"Idiot! Open your eyes and see! He is not alone, he is a disaster, an ultimate test for mankind, the apocalypse of the end, the whole mankind, the whole world is fighting 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 life, the nightmare of civilization!"

The young man looked straight into Saif's eyes and sneered, "What can you do? Little bug?"

"In his shadow, shivering!"

"Why? Why did he do this? What is alien? What happened to oil?" Saif finally calmed down, at least willing to think with his brain.

"You are blocking the way! The bugs! So they are crushed to death. Things are so simple. All power, strength, effort, and wisdom are as powerless as insects in front of that person, and finally crushed into scum. As for the alien species, they are the famine messengers under the apocalypse, which bring about fatal famine."

"Energy famine!"

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

All of this made Saif's mind full of chaos. He didn't know or even understood what the man said. Oil was destroyed! This news broke his backbone. Without oil and money, their country and nation would be a nightmare, a deep nightmare.

Deep fear swallowed his soul. Saif never considered what kind of despair, luxury and glitz would be like in the world without oil. It was instantly shattered. There was no oil, no industrial system, no working people, and long-term luxurious living habits. Their country and nation would be even more miserable than the current refugees.

The desert without resources instantly becomes another, the most terrifying poor area. Their wealth will become the most beautiful lamb in the mouth of several great powers and the consortium. Their fate will be even more miserable than the Indian untouchables. Thinking of this, Saif's heart has never been so calm. Others cannot care about it, but he can never fall into this state.

The education he received made his mind clear.

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

"My name is Jean! Come and find the person who supports me to defeat Apocalypse! You have seen the last side of the king and the most favorable heir, the future lord of the royal family, I need your support!" Jean faded away, as an ordinary young man, showing his freedom and confidence in front of Saif with ease.

The frightened elites, politicians and Saif's tribesmen in the hall, do not know that the end of the world has come! At least for them, their wealth, their power, everything they think is proud and noble, was crushed into the dust by a shadow, and what awaits them will be a nightmare, a nation's nightmare.

Jean looked at the elites who were disguised as noble before his death and showed an extremely malicious smile. He thought happily: "So what about wealth? So what about power? If you don't know the future and don't know the general trend, you will be crushed and fall into hell!" He looked at the people who were arrogant in the past maliciously, showing their confusion and fear.

Imagine that when they hear the news, the expression of despair on their faces.

The deep memory appeared in my ears, the voice of the old man, the child, the man, the woman, the saint, and the sinner: "No one is born noble, but we will be kings!"

Gene thought a little tragically: This is the era of mankind, the era of mankind as king. And the king must first break his sword! But we will eventually be king! This is our era, let the nobleness and power of the past be destroyed in the flames of the future! (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!