Abyss Train

Chapter 744 Act.Zero

After Penglai No. 1 began ultra-deep hole drilling operations, the spiritual pressure environment in the area around the Ai Zong Mausoleum changed dramatically.

It was like a depth charge, penetrating more than 24,000 meters below the earth's surface, coming into close contact with the capillary nerves of the Original Seed, as if a mysterious switch had been activated - or like a naughty child suddenly tickling a sleeping beast.

The original seed gradually became active. It began to climb mountains and search the earth for uninvited guests.

The seven lightning stars were originally used as wet parts (mechanical components composed of biological organisms) of deep-hole detection equipment. They could not withstand the interference of spiritual pressure deep underground, and gradually collapsed and disintegrated from the relatively stable lightning star form, turning into the flesh body of the incarnation butterfly.

Argentum and bio-gel, these protective devices cannot protect the lightning star. For Fickwood Abby, this is also the fragile side of the organism, and it is a technical difficulty that he cannot overcome at present. He can only try again and again, and test again and again, hoping that these fish people can face the spiritual pressure of Mother Gaia, can undergo the transformation of fish dragons under strong pressure, and can find courage in madness.

Yingzhou Unit 2 and Fangzhang Unit 3 were placed in the core area of ​​the Aizong Mausoleum. Their mechanical configuration and personnel grouping were exactly the same as Penglai Unit 1. Theoretically, their drilling depth and mechanical design life could meet Fickwood's scientific research requirements. As long as they drilled through the earth's strata at an altitude of 30,000 meters and crossed the Moho surface, Mr. Fickwood could truly see the main limbs of Mother Gaia, instead of circling around in these soft and weak cilia areas.

"The Earth Goddess has woken up! Hey! Arhat! The Earth Goddess has woken up!" the farmer said excitedly, "Arhat! Can you feel it?"

At the moment when Penglai No. 1 mission failed, Jiang Xueming felt the familiar psychic tide——

——It was very much like the prelude to the butterfly incarnation ritual. There was a resentful and chaotic thought deep underground, like a violent torrent of water bursting out from a dam after the floodgates were opened.

Even if the male owner of the farm has no inspiration or clairvoyance, these ordinary people can still make judgments through the itching sensation on their skin. The concentration of spiritual disasters in the area is steadily increasing, and the Vita mark will gradually crawl onto the bodies of these ordinary people. Perhaps it won't take long. In another twenty hours or so, they will become food for the crazy butterflies.

Jiang Xueming racked his brains but couldn't figure out why Haoshou Tianzun wanted to do these things at this critical juncture.

In the past, when the Mad Butterfly Saint Cult summoned the Incarnation Butterfly, most of the time it was to fight to the death with Guangling Zhixi, or when digging a new Site Zero, it would make a sturdy city miserable and downgrade the entire city hub - leaving it isolated and helpless.

Over time, these areas with excessive concentrations of spiritual disasters began to spread infectious diseases, and had to take closed isolation measures. When the incarnated butterfly returned to deeper into the earth and back to the arms of Mother Gaia, it would be the turn of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Church to appear on the stage and perform a drama of saving the world.

Xue Ming has already learned from the farmer the real name of Haoshou Tianzun - Fickwood Abby.

He leaned against the door, searching the name in his mind, and finally recalled some vague memories.

This was the leader of a cult that had occupied District 77 in the early years. At that time, Fickwood traveled around the North under the name of "Lord of Reincarnation", collecting blood sacrifices to develop the sect's subordinates. It seemed that he was doing this to study the Original Seed and develop various psychic technologies.

Now this old Deng has changed his appearance and adopted the title of "Tianzun". He was originally Judah's life-saving feather.

"Arhat! The Heavenly Venerable must have seen the Earth Mother!" The farmer's mental state was worrying, with a strange red glow on his face, and he entered a strange state with his blood surging and his heart rate accelerating: "You should go and have a look! If there is good news, please report it as soon as possible!"

Jiang Xueming remained silent and nodded gently. He saw the farmer's little daughter. The little girl was also like this. She snuggled up to her father and her fingers began to swell. This was a sign of high blood pressure. The bad spiritual pressure environment caused the girl's body to have a series of abnormalities similar to stress reactions.

Her knuckles swelled up, and tissue fluid began to accumulate in the joint cavities. Although this phenomenon did not cause pain or discomfort, within a few days, when the Vita brand would erupt, edema would occur all over her body, and ulcers would begin to grow on the ends of her hands and feet away from her heart.

Xueming has seen this kind of "precursor" countless times. The one with the mildest symptoms is her own sister, Jiang Bailu.

When Bai Lu was diagnosed with the Vita Mark, the sun came to take care of her. Although the Vita Mark pressed on her optic nerve, controlled her intraocular pressure, and made her afraid of light, natural sunlight could kill some of the virus.

For the common people in Aizong's mausoleum, Dimu's turnaround was not good news.

If the concentration of spiritual disasters continues to rise and the source of the disaster cannot be controlled, the immortals' originally peaceful and prosperous residences will turn into a hell of red butterflies.

"Take this." Jiang Xueming quickly took out a can of sugar pills from his luggage.

The outer packaging of this candy pill still has the trademark of the Fairy Tale Kingdom. It is a small snack that Flavia uses to take care of the people in the disaster area. It has the effect of resisting spiritual disasters and spiritual pressure, especially for children who have not yet grown up. It can significantly alleviate the symptoms of the Vita Mark.

"Ah" The little girl held the plastic can, opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

The farmer immediately shouted, "Thank you, Arahant!"

The girl finally came to her senses and said, "Thank you, Arhat!"

When Xueming heard this, he had already walked far away. He walked along the terraced fields towards the podium of the complex, greeting and asking for directions whenever he met someone, to determine the location of Fickwood Abbey.

When the elders and villagers in the Aizong Mausoleum area saw the black-robed monk, they all bowed to him and were friendly. The White-haired Heavenly Venerable and the Lingguang Buddha protected them together, so they naturally had a good impression of the passing monk.

Two kilometers further along the dirt road towards the complex, Xueming saw a sentry box and a section of asphalt road.

As the road continues to extend inward, you can see the Tiangong built of reinforced concrete. The tall gatehouse used to receive guests is the Kaiwu Hall built by the Xia Dynasty court, and there is also a Tang-style arched building of the Ministry of Works Supervisor's residence. Apart from this, all other buildings are modern flat-roofed buildings.

There were many fishmen guards wearing armor and equipped with muskets at the sentry post. When they saw Jiang Xueming coming towards the complex, one of the patrol leaders shouted -

"——What are you doing here?! Monk?!"

Jiang Xueming replied, "I am a disciple of Lingguang Buddha. The Buddha left in a hurry and left something in the Tiangong Courtyard. He asked me to come back and get it."

The fish-man leader was skeptical, and communicated privately with the messenger in the outpost, and used the elixir to send a letter to the complex to inquire.

On the other hand, Fickwood focused on the exploration mission of Yingzhou II.

When he received the call, Fickwood didn't understand the monk's purpose at first, until the fishman guard mentioned Jiang Xueming's attire.

Fickwood picked up the photos and compared them. He felt like the sky was falling.

——Death might come in these few days, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon.

He tremblingly put down the Chaos Egg, changed into a decent set of clothes, walked out of the podium of the complex, and stopped the warm-up program.

He walked very slowly along this road, and he began to have wild thoughts. Perhaps Judah had been killed by the gunsmith and was unable to get out of the tomb of Emperor Ai, and was taken away by the god of death.

He began brainstorming just to continue to advance the experimental plan. If a fight broke out within the complex, the consequences would be disastrous and all his efforts would be wasted.

When they arrived at Kaiwu Pavilion, Mr. Fickwood saw Jiang Xueming holding a mobile phone, taking photos and videos of various places in the hall.

The feathered man tensed up and asked stutteringly.

"You're here after all?"

Jiang Xueming didn't look back and took photo after photo of the exhibition area in the Kaiwu Pavilion.

"you remember me?"

These exhibition areas display Fickwood's scientific research results, including the proper classification of Homo sapiens' essence, the process standards for proper classification from slaughter to cutting and impurity removal, and amber specimens of blessed holy blood products.

There is a tall fishman that has been sealed with resin material and has become the most spectacular exhibit in Kaiwu Pavilion.

"Of course I remember." Fickwood didn't dare to look the man in the eye. "When I first heard the news of your death, I was the first to question it, and I may be the last one."

"Judas is dead." Jiang Xueming switched to the photo album: "The death certificate is here."

He took a look at Fickwood. Judah's golden face had turned into scrap copper and iron, and the official dirt road outside the boundary monument of Emperor Ai's mausoleum was left with a bombardment area of ​​arrows and bullets.

"It's not that simple." Fickwood saw the contents of the phone clearly. He knew the content of the deal between FF and Judas, and also knew the power of [God's Gift], so he immediately said: "It's not that easy for him to die."

When the gunsmith heard this, he immediately perked up.

"——Tell me more."

Old Mr. Fickwood led the gunsmith to the side of the hall, intending to give Death a chair.

The gunsmith did not sit down. He had no intention of letting his guard down—sitting down would mean giving up his defense, giving up the action in the first round.

Fickwood: "Gunsmith, you didn't kill me the first time."

Gunsmith: “Uh-huh.”

Fickwood: "Because outside the complex, there are thousands and tens of thousands of ordinary people who speak well of me."

Gunsmith: “Uh-huh.”

Fickwood: "So I can still stand here and still have the right to breathe, right?"

"No, judging from the exhibits in the main hall, each of these devices for extracting human flesh is enough to kill you several times." Xue Ming shook his head: "For example, this one."

He tapped lightly on the screen of his phone, his nails scratching against some delicate machine.

"The hair removal and skinning machine is so sophisticated. As long as the body is in adult shape, it can be transported to this skinning machine through the conveyor belt, and in just a few minutes, you can get a clean human flesh without blood, hair, and connective tissue, regardless of whether it is male or female."

"You were so thoughtful to make a children's version, suitable for children aged eight to thirteen."

"The knife head used to draw blood in the display cabinet has been upgraded three times. At first, it was a saw. Later, your team found the femoral artery and changed it to a bone drill. The collection container was also changed from an ordinary separation funnel to a negative pressure hose with a siphon effect to increase the speed of drawing blood from the femoral artery. These amazing talents make me feel terrified and angry."

Jiang Xueming found a multi-functional military knife from Fickwood's work clothes.

He shaved his beard on his own and was sentenced to death.

"You're dead, old man. The only reason I can talk to you is because..."

"There are still eight brothers of the Quick Blade trapped in your soul power, trapped in a crack in time and space, right?"

The gunsmith had seen through the ability of [Life Path], and Fickwood nodded: "You are really as perceptive as a candle - even without being attacked by the soul power of [Mobius], you can see through its working principle."

The gunsmith has encountered countless red morphos butterflies in his life, and they all possess amazing soul power talents.

"Back to what I just said, I came to you for two reasons." Jiang Xueming showed the photo: "The first thing is to release the brothers of the Quick Blade Scout Team."

Fickwood did not reply immediately. He deliberately kept these hostages in order to negotiate terms.

Jiang Xueming talked about the second thing: "You are studying the original seed? Right? This is the second thing I want to question. I advise you to give up."

"No." Fickwood's attitude became tougher, and his expression gradually became fierce: "Gunsmith."

"Why? Why are you stopping me?"

"This has nothing to do with you, and it has nothing to do with Aohen Mingde."

"It has nothing to do with your just cause of hunting down Judas."

"You are a soldier, you must obey military discipline, and your mission is to kill Judas."

Jiang Xueming: "You don't want to talk anymore?"

"No, no, no, no." Fickwood suddenly felt a chill -

——It was too easy and simple for the gunsmith to destroy his guards and blow up his complex.

Jiang Xueming sighed, "I heard merchants around Ai Zong's mausoleum and in Baibei Port area speak highly of you."

He took out a cigarette box, threw one to Fickwood, then lit his own and handed him the kerosene lighter.

"You are a murderer, a cannibal, a demon who is against humanity to the core. How dare you accept the worship of these mortals?"

Fikewood sneered, "Moral and legal criticism is useless to me, Gunsmith. When the Cinder King ate human flesh, no one accused them of being immoral. After they held the ascension ceremony, those who tried every means to attack the Cinder King became lawless lunatics."

Jiang Xueming was not going to reason with him. Fickwood had gone completely crazy. He wanted to talk about something that would actually happen. "Your drilling project has awakened the original seed. Before long, this place will become a dead city."

Fickwood: "I only have this one chance."

Jiang Xueming: "Let alone how many lives these scientific research activities have cost, even if all your followers died, it wouldn't matter?"

Fickwood lowered his head: "I have been prepared for a long time. As long as I can drill through the Moho surface, everything will be worth it."

"Why? Is it so important?" Jiang Xueming didn't understand: "The original boss forbade people to touch the original seed in order to prevent this kind of situation from happening. There is no benefit in digging down - too much is paid, and too little is gained."

There is not only the spiritual disaster pollution of the incarnation butterfly, but also the consequences of opening the door to hell. There is also an ancient legend known to everyone in Shambhala.

Back when the goddess Io was still a weak "moon", all kinds of monsters would run out from the depths of the underground rifts. They did not distinguish between good and bad people, regardless of morality or good and evil - they would only take away countless lives and spread plague and famine.

Psychics who come into contact with the Primordial Seed usually do not have a good ending, even the famous patriarchs and popes of the Mad Butterfly Holy Church, as long as they can't get over it and suddenly their intelligence drops offline and they have to study this thing and have close contact with Mother Gaia - at best they will go crazy, at worst they will turn into a piece of rotten meat of the Incarnation Butterfly on the spot.

"Because." Fickwood was hoping for a lucky break. He blew a smoke ring out of the hall door, put his other hand behind his back, and prepared to take a photo of the gunsmith. "I first studied the Dagda's Cauldron with Pellerini."

"The psychic circuit of this Holy Grail is more like a set of symbols - it uses twelve pyroxenes as command symbols, outputs psychic energy through abundant essence, and fulfills wishes."

"After completing the Dagda's Cauldron project, I devoted all my efforts to digging deep into the Earth's core."

"A truth about the Earth itself is about to be proven: the most powerful life outside the Moho is the giants."

"They can harness some of the power of the basic elements, such as wind, fire, earth and ice, water and electromagnetism."

"If you think of runes as the command symbols of a computer, then what is being controlled is the Earth itself. This is the language of Mother Gaia, and it is the switch she uses to control environmental changes, adjust the geomagnetic field, and adjust the temperature. It is the tool Mother Gaia uses to select, eliminate, and create life."

"The outline of the Earth will reflect the basic form of Gaia."

"Point Nemo, the farthest point from land. It is located at 48 degrees south latitude and 123 degrees west longitude in the Pacific Ocean."

"The farthest place from the ocean in the world is in the western desert of Kazakhstan. It is also the drilling site I chose last time. It is the other pole of Point Nemo."

"I prefer to believe that the iron-nickel core of the Earth is not a rolling, rotating spherical mass. It moves back and forth between the two poles, and the molten rock drives it back and forth to various regions of the mantle and core, constantly flowing, forming the neural limbs of Mother Gaia, creating underground volcanic activity, and evolving countless neural cilia."

“It determines the geographical location between oceans and continents, the lifestyle of every Homo sapiens, the territories of various countries, national borders, languages, cultures, and even human civilization itself.”

"We have seen most of the derivatives of neural cilia, such as the incarnation butterfly that is used to press the death switch and quickly return the life form to the Luca (the starting point of life), and various hell monsters. They live in the Nine Hells, in the deeper layers of the earth, and survive in an extremely unstable state in an environment with abnormal geomagnetic fields and surging spiritual energy."

"I think."

Fickwood threw away the cigarette butt.

"Like Philipps Aurioles d'Overast Bombast von Hohenheim."

"The portrait hanging in front of the gatehouse in the special teahouse shows him stealing the Philosopher's Stone from the gods and teaching Aohen Mingde how to use the Philosopher's Stone to help people overcome difficulties. This is the same with what I do."

"I will unveil the rune spell and the primordial seed, making mysterious things no longer mysterious, and making this magical power ordinary."

“Let it transform from a spell of the gods into chemistry, into medicine, and into a physical phenomenon that can be controlled.”

"As long as I can dig through 30,000 meters and cross the barrier of the Moho, someone will be able to follow my method and continue to dig through 35,000 meters, 40,000 meters, and finally reach the other side of the earth 10,000 kilometers away."

"If Gaia is considered a supercomputer, and its nerve cilia are like command symbols, then the central limbs under the Moho are the hard disks that store and transform spirits, including your dreamland. Gunsmith, don't you want to find out what it is? Don't you want to go down and take a look yourself?"

"Don't you want to know your own disk symbol? Do you want to live your whole life in a muddle?"

“As long as you can drill into it, analyze it, understand it, and study it.”

"Throughout the ages, all souls and all the mysteries of the spirits that started with the Big Bang of life will gradually be revealed, gradually restoring the true face of history. Life itself is the best witness of time - the ultimate answer to human pursuit is also under our feet."

Fickwood was about to launch a sneak attack, and he suddenly took out his Polaroid camera.

——The gunsmith drew his gun and fired without any hesitation.

Three bullets shattered the Polaroid camera and Fickwood's fingers at the same time. This cunning old man also wanted to seal the gunsmith into [Mobius].

As a result, the photo was turned into crumbs all over the floor before it was even spit out.

Fickwood broke two fingers. He covered the wound with gritted teeth. Unable to take out the second camera, he shouted loudly: "Guards! Come on!"

The gunsmith did not replace the bullets for Jingguang, so there were still eighteen bullets left.

He pulled Divana out of his robe, remained on high alert, and pointed his rifle and pistol at the narrow angle of the hall door.

According to the principle of closer and smaller, anyone who steps into the door must first be exposed to the gunsmith's field of vision.

He was very calm, no matter how crazy Old Deng was or how he called for help.

——Four murloc vanguards came in, standing in a row and taking bullets. As soon as their heads crossed the threshold, they turned into broken watermelons.

He bit Jingguang's sleeve and used his free hand to change Divana's magazine. During this time, Fenfang Huanmeng stuck his head out, took over the main body's secondary weapon and changed the bullet at the same time.

Fickwood wanted to run outside, but as soon as he took a step, his knee flew onto the amber statue in the display cabinet, and his meniscus was shattered.

Two more giants came in, both of them were sturdy men nearly three meters and five centimeters tall, with tattoos on their faces of the Arhat Vajra's angry eyes of flames and lightning bestowed by the Lingguang Buddha. They saw the monks with guns in the hall and had not yet reacted.

Fragrance Dream was quick to take out Dust Crystal No. 1 from her luggage bag.

——The arrow slammed into the giant's offspring's eye socket, first moving a few inches towards the soft optic nerve area, and then exploding into a ball of pink mist.

Fickwood was almost frightened - the gunsmith with a weapon in his hand was really terrifying.

With these blood-giving monsters and the giant King Kong, Tiangongyuan was able to walk across the southeast region. Whether it was mountain spirits or local warlords, they all had to give Tiangongyuan some face. But in just one minute, the nameless night demon killed another eight elite soldiers.

He struggled, trying to crawl to the body to get the Polaroid camera.

Jiang Xueming had no intention of changing the direction of his attack, he just gave a verbal warning.

"Don't do it, Fickwood. You'll regret it."

Fickwood did not obey obediently -

——He didn’t listen to Judas. He was so stubborn.

When he touched the Polaroid camera, he immediately aimed it at the gunsmith and pressed the shutter. However, before the photo was developed, four bullet holes appeared on his chest, and the black photo turned into a pile of burnt and smelly paper scraps.

Old Deng was shaken by rifle bullets and bleeding all over the ground. He rolled over in the magnificent hall, struggling and wailing on the floor.

As the photosensitive film gradually developed, some blurry images appeared in the shredded paper. The gunsmith's figure quickly retreated. He was sent back to the previous studio, back to Teacher Su Ling, and back to the road outside the boundary marker.

Fickwood was still in shock.

——He looked at the photo that had been burned to ashes. These things could not trap the god of death in [Mobius].

Ten minutes later, he finally understood the meaning of that sentence.

"You're going to regret this, Fickwood."

The gunsmith was covered in blood and fought back again. This time he did not hold back.

——A human head made of braided hair rolled in front of Fickwood.

There are a total of six guard posts, counting from the perimeter of the complex, and the heads of the sixteen military commanders are all located here.

They died with their eyes open, their heads pierced by bullets. Then Fenfang Huanmeng skillfully cut off their heads, weaved them into a string of Buddhist beads and threw it in front of Fickwood.

"Go on. I've turned on the recording on my phone, so you have to say it again."

The cloth shoes stained with animal blood stepped over the threshold and kicked away the corpse of the giant's offspring. The shadow of the god of death blocked part of the sunlight, so that Fickwood's stiff body no longer emitted a burnt stench.

Fickwood Abby finally came to his senses, and amidst the pain of the burns, he regained a bit of sanity.

"I"

"I have nothing to say about the gunsmith"

Jiang Xueming threw another cigarette over: "Violence will only breed violence. You want to use violence against me, and that happens to be what I am best at - if you are done, I am ready to ask the next question."

Fickwood covered his knees. There were several bloody holes in his vest, which were gradually healing.

"Please ask"

Jiang Xueming threw the kerosene lighter away impatiently.

"Now I know that you are doing research here and you want to achieve your scientific research ideals at all costs. You want to become a religious idol like the Lord of Cinder - to make people worship the psychic god religion you founded."

"My comrades are still in your hands. I'm not sure if I can subdue you using the power of Fragrant Dreams. It's too weak. Perhaps hypnotizing you would also put me in the Death Gate state."

Fragrant Dream popped up his head: "You scold again?!"

Jiang Xueming ignored Hun Wei——

"——You have a kind of non-violent stubbornness, and your eyes reveal the stupidity of not having been beaten up by the Nameless Warriors."

"Judging from the mechanism of your soul power, I can at least destroy this film before Mobius takes full effect."

"Now let's talk about the last question. Just now you said that Judas' death was not that simple."

Fickwood looked confused, as if he was hiding something.

Jiang Xueming spoke directly to his point and did not intend to beat around the bush.

"You have hostages, and so do I. If you hesitate any longer, one of you and your bloody and human-stained scientific research complex will have to go first."

"Tell me, is he dead or not? How can I kill him completely?"

Fickwood still didn't dare to speak the truth -

——This is about the secret of the goddess Io, and is also the true location of Fayi Frosalin.

He also had an illusion that maybe if he died here, Judah could still say a few good words to the goddess Io, and Io would activate [Divine Grant] and use the incarnation of FF to pull another Fickwood Abby from the parallel universe and resurrect him in this way.

"You're not going to talk, Fickwood?" The gunsmith turned his gun and pointed at the amber. "How about starting with your specimen?"

"No! No, no, no! No!" Fickwood immediately became anxious. What he cared about most were these treasures.

"——I say, I say, please don't waste them anymore."