Abyss Train

Chapter 743 Path

“What a difficult and hard road!”

Fickwood Abbey remained motionless, standing on an engineering platform between the complex's buildings.

The towering base frame made of carbon alloy steel supports the backbone of this steel giant. It is like a hanged man who is gradually gaining enlightenment, sending all kinds of information from various mechatronic control consoles and mechanical stations.

The hot air current blowing from the southwest lifted the corner of Mr. Fickwood's clothes and tore a small gap along the zipper of his sun protection suit.

His neck, exposed to the sun, quickly lost water and cracked like rough bark. Feeling the sting, Fickwood immediately nodded and held his head. In just a blink of an eye, he turned back into a mouse in the shadows, not daring to look at the bright sun.

"What a magnificent journey!"

He sighed softly, as if recalling his life. His ideal would eventually come true, and he had gone further than Aohen Mingde.

“This is my path.”

There are many people in the world who are struggling for life and survival. They are not even qualified to talk about [ideals], they can only talk about [dreams]——

——Fickwood is both lucky and unfortunate.

His luck comes from the blessed Holy Blood, from the blood and flesh of all living beings.

In order to complete this journey, he could no longer remember how much essence he had consumed.

It started with the repeated blood collection at Platform Zero, and Judas came to sponsor the cause.

Then there were the captives brought by the brutal war in Shambhala. These blood sacrifices could not only be eaten by him, but also used to fatten up the murloc hybrids and turn them into test subjects for the Lightning Star project.

Finally, a camera, through this religious symbol -

——Feckwood transformed from a blood-giving monster into a god.

Since the first foundation pile of Emperor Ai's mausoleum was laid, the Daxia craftsmen who were proficient in engineering and infrastructure became good helpers of Feckwood. It took four generations of efforts for Feckwood's industrial complex to be successfully established.

Without Judas to do the religious packaging and without Judas to tell him the story of Tiangongyuan, Fickwood would never be able to do these things.

He nearly died at the hands of a gunsmith a few years ago, and reluctantly accepted Judas' gift and returned to this primitive and wild land.

To Fickwood, it was all worth it.

Even if the blood flows like a river, every piece of iron sheet under your feet, every colleague in front of you, every lightning star in the distance, they are all overflowing with human blood and flesh from inside to outside, from head to toe, and each and every thing requires huge manpower.

Feckwood doesn't care—

——This complex consumes more than 300 people every month.

Every day, 340 kilograms of clean human flesh, 136 kilograms of clean bones, marrow, organs and brains, and 27 liters of clean blood are produced. If the weather is good and there is no war, there will be less blood sacrifices, and Lightning Star will starve.

He doesn't care what he swallows, no matter whose father or mother, son or daughter they are. Once sent to the meat processing workshop, they will all become meat dogs.

All he cared about was the complex, this great cause that ran through the center of the earth.

He knew that death was coming.

——This is destined, even if his soul power can save him time and time again.

Faced with death and ideals, Fickwood chose his ideals without hesitation.

The last photo that [A Way Out] took of himself was the portrait left behind when he escaped from the fjord in District 77 several years ago.

The gunsmith took Jingguang and fired this shot -

——The selfie that Fickwood used to escape predicted that his death was approaching.

What is shown in this photo is the scene where Fickwood faces the Original Seed.

It was a background made up of golden mudflow tentacles, a strange temple built by the stacking and squeezing of magma and volcanic rocks, and a group of hideous and strange rocks rising from the depths of the earth, gradually wriggling and changing the statues of the magic palace. A branch of the original seed soared into the sky, and Fickwood Abby stood on the outside of the deck of the ultra-deep hole drilling equipment, his back to the camera, and his body began to spontaneously combust.

This was how he was to die, the time he was destined to die.

Death kept chasing him, forcing him to walk down this dead end.

Without the help of [A Way Out], he wouldn't have been able to get this far.

If he no longer clings to the prophecy of [A Way Out], he will lose to the emptiness in his heart. It is this sense of fate that makes him a prisoner of [A Way Out] - he will always act according to the path of the prophecy.

Once FE204863 was defeated by [Regret Pill] and turned into a madman.

The same is true for Fikewood. [A Way Out] has hollowed out the old man, turning him into a hollow shell. He no longer has any human nature or form. The "White-haired Heavenly Venerable" living in the world has become a clay idol.

Including believers in the surrounding areas and ordinary people who rely on [A Way Out] for their livelihood, they firmly believe that as long as they dig to the center of the earth and meet the goddess of the earth, everything will be fine.

This huge idea, in turn, constantly transformed Fickwood's thoughts, allowing him to eat meat and drink blood with peace of mind, and to accept his own death with peace of mind.

"Mr. Abby." Marlene held up a parasol for her great-uncle. "There are only 20 minutes left before the program starts. The power department has already started self-checking. You must be prepared."

Crossing the layers of iron ladders on the observation platform, Fickwood followed his niece all the way down to the deepest part of the tomb complex.

The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the already old and frail blood-donating body gradually began to collapse. Just as he had speculated, the geological strata here were very close to the original seed - Mother Gaia was constantly recycling geothermal heat and competing with Io for the spirit body.

This phenomenon also occurs in the cold polar regions outside the sixty northern regions, especially near Niflheim.

There are a total of six engineering team mechanical stations arranged in the shape of a star disk around the deep hole drilling machine. There are a total of thirty-six people, all of whom are students of Fickwood. There are murloc hybrids and psychics with extraordinary inspiration.

The ultra-deep hole drilling equipment looks like an interlocking sandworm. It consists of seven sets of drill rings and a drilling mechanism. It is equipped with lifting equipment and power mechanisms for draining soil, sand and removing loose rocks. It is much more sophisticated than the shield machines used in modern civilization to drill subway tunnels.

It looks to be only twenty-six meters long, and after being miniaturized, it looks like a rocket going straight into the ground.

There is not enough electricity and no refineries to manufacture the copper, silver and rare earths needed for integrated circuits, so the electromechanical integration part is left to the elixir-like creatures with extremely strong computing power.

The drilling machine's engine timing is controlled by sixteen elixirs, which are hosted in seven lightning stars and connected in series.

Four fishmen came out from the outer fence of the drilling equipment deck, having just completed the final calibration.

—Fickwood peeked at Lightning Star’s flesh and blood through the gaps in the shield.

These fish-man children have become one with the machine. As long as they dispatch their bodies according to the instructions of the elixir and continue to output power to the speed gears and power gears, this "immortal boat" will come to life.

“Master Tianzun!” A fishman mechanic saw Feckwood and said excitedly, “Ling Ao and Ling Xiao may disappoint you, but Ling Tian will never disappoint you!”

This fishman is the father of the general flag and adjutant of the Daoheng County military force. He is considered a prominent family among the fishmen in the Ai Zongling Mausoleum.

As for Ling Tian, ​​whom he mentioned, he was also the most promising one among the brothers and was qualified to be the "boatman" of the immortal boat - he had been stuffed into this flesh and blood machine and became a member of the Lightning Star.

Fickwood smiled, his wits on the verge of collapse.

He made design configurations again and again, repeatedly overturning and rebuilding his deep-hole drilling rig.

Looking at the second mechanism of the drilling rig, there are strips of tender pink flesh in the gaps between the chains. They are tough, strong and full of vitality. Only enough human blood and flesh are needed to urge this stubborn, rebellious flesh and blood to work hard - it is Ling Tian.

The fish-man father's face was filled with enthusiasm as he discussed his youngest son, showing nothing but joy and happiness.

Even though Ling Tian had turned into an indescribable ball of lightning, his bones, blood, and muscle joints were constantly shaking, with boiling hot steam coming out of them. He seemed extremely excited, and the elixir had become his eyes, allowing him to look at the mortal world from the [Immortal Boat] at any time - Ling Tian was going to become an immortal, to meet the Earth Goddess, and to face the destiny together with the Heavenly Venerable.

“Tian’er is so lucky. As the head of the Ling family, I don’t know how to repay Tiangongyuan.” The old father’s knees softened and he wanted to kneel down.

Fickwood did not stop him, nor did he answer.

——He looked at the leader of the primitive tribe with cold eyes, feeling inexplicably terrified. He walked into the 26-meter-high "tower" and checked the warm-up conditions of the Lightning Stars one by one.

Open the layers of thermal insulation panels, check the combination of bio-gel and sub-gold, and then look at the bloody eyes of the elixir peeking out from these flexible and tender pink strips of meat.

The ecstasy and excitement in those eyes traumatized Fickwood's mind.

——This is the monster he raised with his own hands, and his apprentice he stuffed into the machine. This torture will soon end.

Marlene used the elixir as a communication tool and said to her uncle at the command desk, "Is the Penglai in good condition?"

Fickwood: "Not necessarily. This is the first attempt."

Marlene: "Good luck."

If Judah is willing to fully support Fickwood's cause, [Turning Stone into Gold] can replace most of the chemical refining work. Fickwood does not have to take a long detour and use barbaric and crude elixirs to control these flesh and blood power units.

He returned to the top of the tower, and in front of a bloody mechanical platform, looking at his hands full of biomass oil, he reluctantly typed the first set of instructions - these ganglion input terminals are connected to the flesh of each lightning star. The mechanical main platform is also a disaster area of ​​psychic pollution.

Fickwood felt like he was almost merging into one with this immortal boat of flesh and blood.

The winch gradually began to slide, and golden electrical signals burst out between the drill rings, manipulating the Lightning Star to push and pull the mechanical armor and rotate the drilling teeth.

"Comprehensive platform, follow the command center's instructions."

More than fifty meters away, Ms. Marlene gave orders to the ground engineering team.

"Release the safety suspension of the Penglai and prepare to start deep drilling operations."

At the same time, there were six group members in the command center who used the Xiandan radio to continuously transmit various commands.

"The boat's posture is normal, and the status of its intrusion into the bedrock has been transmitted back to the ground reconnaissance equipment."

"The suspension was successfully released. The ring drill and main drill are in good condition. The core temperature of the Lightning Star power unit has reached the expected level - currently one hundred and thirty-five degrees Celsius."

"The ground surveying and observation teams continue to collect data, and the vibration of the boat is within an acceptable range."

The sunlight shines on the four iron arms of the pedestal and pours into the deep pit through the gaps in the rock caves of the tomb complex.

The descendants of the four giants were divided into four corners and, according to the dispatch of the platform service, slowly lowered the fairy boat into the deep well.

"Fifteen seconds left to reach the expected depth"

Marlene broke into a sweat; this was the most critical and tense moment.

According to the geological conditions of the tomb of Emperor Aizong, the drill group needs to chew through a layer of relatively hard "orange peel", and the mechanical and living bodies need to reach the best working state, reaching about 230 degrees Celsius to cope with the frozen rock area of ​​about minus 40 degrees in the deep hole - its drilling depth design life is only 55,000 meters. Although it cannot reach the center of the earth, it can observe the main limbs of the original seed at close range and can break through the obstruction of the ciliary nerves.

"Ten seconds."

"Nine seconds."

The giants simultaneously loosened the winch handles, and the hinges began to guide the fairy boat to fall naturally.

Through the pre-drilled narrow "birth canal", the ring drill hook bites the basalt deep in the formation, and the working temperature also reaches the ideal state.

"Eight"

Marlene continued to count down while observing the psychic signal readings on the oscilloscope and the command console, as well as the electromagnetic wave signal readings.

"Seven, six"

"Five, four, three"

"two.

"one."

The staff of the scientific research team held their breath and could only hear the rumbling roar coming from the deep hole shaft.

Marlene: "The Penglai has lost contact. This mission has failed."

The signal did not disappear, but became more violent.

At one thousand six hundred meters below, Fickwood was close to a state of mental collapse. His face was ashen as he looked at the restraint buckles that were gradually breaking everywhere, and at the increasing amount of oil and flesh under the mechanical table.

The seven lightning stars let out sharp howls and simultaneously went into a state of rampage.

This place was too close to the ciliary flesh tentacles of the Original Seed - the blood-giving monsters had been relying on sub-gold matter to maintain a highly fused state, and as they came deeper into the dark and cold underground, their remaining sanity had completely collapsed, turning them into confused flesh and blood flowers.

A cross crack suddenly appeared on Fickwood's arm, and then it quickly changed from a four-petal flesh piece to a sixteen-petal chrysanthemum pattern.

He was terrified and saw his thighs and shoulders gradually turning red. The Vita Brand began to run wild - the Original Seed was transforming his body.

The biological gel in the isolation layer exploded into balls of black, dirty mucus, from which emerged tough strips of flesh covered with suction cups. When they touched the iron armor of the Penglai Immortal Boat, these flesh buds immediately blossomed and spread out - as if they were sensing the environment, understanding the shape of objects, and collecting more information.

Arms crawled out from the cracks between the boards. They were the runaway Lightning Stars trying to save themselves, trying to maintain their human form. These soft and slender arms were like a baby's limbs, gradually growing a dozen fingers without nails. The fingers then merged into a fist-sized head, which gradually grew five or six eyes. When they saw the petals blooming everywhere in the fairy boat, they grew throats, tongues, lips and teeth and let out a sharp roar.

Fickwood's eyes were bleeding and his limbs were broken and bruised.

When the command center sent the information, Marlene confirmed the specific location of the Penglai and the data was saved intact.

"[A Way Out·生路]!"

Haoshou Tianzun abandoned the Penglai and returned to the platform of the complex for the first time.

His face looked very ugly, but he was not in despair yet, and his mind was terrifyingly strong.

——He waved his hand, and the ground crew cooperated with each other, casting a beam of fierce sunlight from the skylight of the tomb complex, almost killing Haoshou Tianzun on the spot.

The flames cleansed the granulations and flowers on his body, revealing a bloody skull from layers of charred and rotten dead skin. After sixty-six seconds of sun exposure, Fickwood Abby almost fell to his knees. On the other side, the ground crew used a simple flamethrower and disinfectant device to burn Tianzun into a piece of medium-rare barbecue.

Fickwood got up again, and Marlene personally held the steaming "nutrient solution", six liters of blood and flesh essence, and poured it on the old ancestor.

His limbs were slowly healing, and the blessed holy blood brought him back to the world.

Without saying a word, he changed into new sun-protective clothing, put on another set of protective gear, and prepared to continue trying.

"Go to Yingzhou Base No. 2 and notify Yingzhou's Lightning Star to start warming up."

Marlene was still in shock and whispered, "Okay."

The Penglai was just an attempt. In addition to this ship, Fickwood also prepared four other alternative plans.

But for the Ling family, Ling Tian has become a failure——

——The fishman father knelt down in front of the shaft. He cried bitterly and banged his head on the ground. His son’s failure to complete the task was a great shame for the family.

Just as Fickwood was about to leave, he heard a scream coming from the direction of the shaft and turned back to take a closer look.

The head of the Ling family has already jumped into the well. The subsequent work of dealing with psychic disasters and sealing the well is also proceeding in an orderly manner. The giants are filling piles of soil and gravel into the deep pit to prevent the psychic pollutants of the Original Seed from rushing out of the ground through this tunnel.

He still said nothing, although this failed attempt had caused him to lose at least 60,000 blood sacrifices equivalent to adult units - but it was still not deep enough, far from deep enough, and time waited for no one.

He pulled out a bloody photo from the subcutaneous tissue at his neck. This was something he had risked his life to bring back from the Penglai.

The content of the photo was unexpected——

——The gunsmith was looking at him, through the frame, across the boundaries of time and space, this man was sitting on the side of the mechanical table of the warship Xianzhou, looking coldly at the camera.