Abyss Train

Chapter 817 The Great Flood

  [Part ①·Blood Sacrifice and Dream]

"Light, flowers, storms."

"Flint, earthquake, vulture."

"The Eagle, the Lion, and the Reed."

"Weeds, yellow dogs, and water."

"Rabbit, deer, skull."

"Snake, dragon, temple."

The son of the Indian war chief pushed his hands toward the fire and chanted, as if he was performing a mysterious ceremony.

Wen Bucai only half understood what he said, but Jack was full of curiosity.

——This Indian speaks English, but his vocabulary is nonsense.

"Mr. Keogh, what are you doing?"

"This is our divine calendar." Keo closed his eyes. "My daughter is going back to Tonatiuh, the sun god."

As he said this, he took out a mouse from his luggage bag, strangled the mouse's neck, and threw it into the fire as fuel.

Tonatiuh is the bloodiest and most blood-sacrificing sun god in all of human history. Most of the Aztec sacrificial rituals were related to this man-eating sun.

"Ometioto constitutes our soul"

"It comes from the stars in the sky and from everything in the universe."

"My daughter, follow these sacrifices back."

Jack Martin didn't understand this ritual, and his scalp tingled. A month ago, the warrant officer said that these Native Americans were beasts when they were alive, and they were beasts that could be exchanged for gold coins when they died.

When the ceremony was over, two blackbird carcasses were found in the fire.

"Mr. Keogh." Wen Bucai took Mrs. Bai's solvent and stopped the bleeding. He whispered, "Are you a Native American? Do you know the temple near the Colorado River Valley?"

"Don't be in a hurry." Kiopapu muttered mysteriously and suddenly started smoking.

He took out a bone incense burner made from a mountain lion's skull, stuffed it with strange mud, dug out thirteen holes, and began to blow fire and burn grass.

  The smoke was inhaled from his mouth and nose, and exhaled from his ears. The pupils of his eyes actually began to melt slowly! They turned into a chaotic form of smoke!

"What kind of evil magic is this?" David Victor asked in astonishment, "Is it soul power?"

"No." Vincent shook his head, not daring to approach this mysterious psychic prophet: "I'm afraid it's some ancient witchcraft that is more mysterious than soul power."

"His eyes have turned into smoke?!" Jack Martin leaned forward curiously and accidentally inhaled the smell.

In an instant, he felt dizzy, his body stiffened, and his hands and feet began to deform.

It seems that everything is slowly melting and turning into liquid!

In Jack's eyes, his knuckles and wrists looked like rubber melted by high temperature, and his pupils, like Kiopapo's, turned into thick smoke.

"Tesca Politka! Tesca Politka!"

Kiopap sang the incantation, calling upon the Smoke Mirror, the owner of the all-knowing and all-powerful obsidian mirror.

——This is one of the four Aztec gods and also a divination and spiritualism ritual of the indigenous people.

In an instant, Jack Martin crossed the red rock platform, and his mind flew to the other side of the Gobi Canyon, through the lush woodland, and crashed into the ruins of a temple covered with moss and vines.

Next to the makeshift shacks, many slave workers were working hard to dig out the ruins and transport waste stones through the mine tracks.

There was a white pony that kept sneezing, as if it couldn't stand the hot and humid air.

——Just beside the saddle, the big leader suddenly turned around!

"Jack Martin! Are you looking at me?! Are you secretly watching me?!"

Just this roar brought Jack's soul back into his body.

The spiritual ceremony has not yet ended. Wen Bucai and David Victor seem to have entered the world of fog mirror due to the effect of incense smoke.

Little Jack didn't know what they saw and didn't dare to push them. He seemed to be the first one to wake up.

After about ten minutes, Wen Bucai's cloudy pupils returned to normal, and Victor woke up with a start.

Kiopap murmured mysteriously: "Destiny has shown itself, warriors."

He stroked Wen Bucai's arm, sliding from the wound on his shoulder to his palm.

"The devil wants to seize Kukulkan's treasure, which is the embodiment of light and wisdom."

He pointed to the powdered remains of the Crazy Butterfly in the cave—

"——This is the Musical Eagle, the messenger of the Quetzalcoatl. Hearing its song, feeling it, and eating its eggshell will heal your wounds. The devil wants to be immortal, so we must stop him."

Wen Bucai did not respond to Keo immediately because everyone sees different things in the smoke mirror.

Kukulkan, the feathered serpent god, is a dragon-like beast in Aztec mythology. What Wen Bucai saw included not only this serpent god, but also many strange and bizarre landscapes.

An unprecedented disaster emerged from the earth. The tsunami almost brought Father Sky and Mother Earth together again, making it difficult to distinguish the horizon.

The Creator Ometioto, as Chiopap called him, emerged from the crack of this trench.

——It created nine layers of hell and thirteen layers of heaven, reflecting a bizarre mirage in the boiling sea. The four Aztec gods happened to stand in the atrium world, surrounding this hideous human-shaped flesh.

The creatures that climbed up from the depths of the earth were huge servants of the gods. They grabbed the roots of the trees and fought for acorns to fill their stomachs. As time passed, they disappeared into the ancient world.

Going further back, human civilization gradually came onto the stage, slowly put on clothes from the state of naked apes, and gradually began to build temples.

Jack Martin took the arrow from George Joshua and returned to his home on Broadway. On a stormy night, he grabbed the pendulum of the clock and tore out a piece of fresh flesh from the dark spirit of the "Death Knell".

He saw all of this, and the scenes shown in the prophecy flashed before his eyes one after another, until the three men picked up the golden bowl and drank the turbid blood wine, and it all came to an abrupt end!

"Hoo! Hoo! Ha!"

  Wen Bucai was covered in cold sweat. After seeing the witchcraft illusion of the smoke mirror, he realized that these Indians who liked to smoke were never doing it for pleasure or to live a life of drunkenness, but they could really predict the future!

He simply couldn't connect these broken images with reality, nor could he imagine what would happen next, but the ritual of Chiopap was indeed useful! It could point out the specific location of the temple ruins!

David Victor was so absorbed in painting that he had become obsessed——

——The broken memories were disappearing quickly, like a dream, and he wanted to record all of this in his diary, quickly drawing scene after scene.

Until the last bloody portrait was finally painted with great skill.

  David quickly closed the diary and dared not to spy on the secret again!

"Mr. Keogh," Jack Martin said in a frightened tone, "thank you for saving us. Without this bow and arrow, we would have died in the wine cellar of the Sheep Slaughter Inn."

“I want to explain again, and clarify again.” Keo tilted his head, and the chaotic pupils of the Smoke Mirror gradually recovered: “This is Kukulkan’s will—it’s not that I helped you, but that you helped me.”

"If the evil demon can spare my people and let my daughter go."

"My arrows will not find his head."

"If the demon can let you go——"

Keogh pointed to Jack Martin.

"—you won't come here."

"If the evil demon is kind and benevolent—"

Keogh pointed at Wen Bucai.

"—you wouldn't be here." "If."

When it was David Victor's turn, the Indian said something different.

"Compassionate and brave warrior, this is your mission. I am willing to help you on the rest of your journey."

  [Part②: I don't understand at all]

"Teacher Victor, what on earth is Mr. Keogh talking about? I don't seem to understand anything!"

The three of them set out from the cave and followed the route revealed by the smoke mirror to explore the situation around the rainforest.

The revelation Victor received was clear and natural, a scene of riding a horse and rushing into the depths of the temple, grabbing a box of treasure, and escaping. As for the last painting, he was reluctant to show it to his brothers.

"Mr. Keogh should be a psychic of the Indian tribe. The Sauk Black Hawk he mentioned is the tribe that made peace with the federal government eight years ago. As a tribe promoting peace, this group of native people traveled all over the West, asking people from other tribes to surrender with them."

Wen Bucai: “What’s the result?”

"The results are already written on the Ranger's bounty notice." Jack Martin's face was gloomy: "Eight dollars for a scalp."

When you arrive at the green area of ​​the rainforest, you can smell the smell of horse manure and the smoke of firewood from cooking and barbecuing deep in the forest.

"It's right here, Victor."

"We need guns," said David Victor, "and horses."

Wen Bucai was filled with rage. His soul power was originally indestructible, but he had no chance to display it along the way. He was restrained by all kinds of strange and fierce special abilities. His body was injured and his spirit was weak. He never had a full blood to fight the enemy head-on.

"Do we just go in and rob? Do we have to do what the prophecy says?"

"Kiopape saved us, he is helping us." Victor turned his face away from Wen Bucai and pointed at Jack: "Let him steal the horse."

"Me?" Jack panicked at first, then realized, "Yes! I can do it!"

He has awakened and can no longer hold back. This is the last and most difficult level.

The terrain of the rainforest is very complex. Without the means of quick movement and these strong ponies, the three brothers would not be able to catch the leader even if they ran themselves ragged.

If they wanted to steal the horses from the makeshift camp, the officers of the Perfume Bottle would always find out. It would be better to let Jack Martin walk in openly and take the weapons and horses in the tone of the big leader - they were actually the same person.

Kiopape's magic smoke mirror made up for the three brothers' shortcoming and brought their average intelligence to the level of normal people.

Just like that, little Jack tidied his clothes, took teacher Victor's red scarf, and put on Vincent's cowboy hat.

He had no guns or cannons, but he was full of courage, and he slowly walked into the deep mountains and forests.

He crossed the seventy-foot swamp and stepped on the rotten tree roots to the bustling camp. He deliberately chose a wide horse racing road and swaggered into the nest of the perfume bottle.

"boom!--"

The bullet found Jack Martin's boot first, hitting the upper of his shoe without injuring his ankle.

On the sunny side of the Mayan temple, there was a wooden platform on the towering stone pile. A burly man with scars all over his face asked in a stern voice!

"——Where did this wild dog come from!"

Jack Martin took off his hat, and at that moment he seemed to have become a different person, with a sinister look in his eyes and a fierce tone.

"You dare to shoot me?!"

The guard guarding the gate of the shack campsite immediately recognized the voice and his eyes instantly turned into panic and fear.

"Big boss?!"

The younger brothers who were still watching the show around put down their bottles and dropped their weapons. They were originally laughing and talking happily, but when they saw the big boss Jack reveal his true face, they all turned pale.

Jack slowly stepped into the camp and kicked the wine barrel away.

"Fuck it! This place is like a cesspool! It stinks! You scum! Can't you clean up your own kennel?!"

He grabbed a young man at random, his eyes shining brightly -

"—You! What are you looking at?"

The young man trembled and said, "Master, I, I, I look up to you. I respect and love you."

"Is it weird? There's something on my face?" Jack Martin spat at the bandit's face. He was extremely panicked, but he couldn't express it. He also felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

These paper tigers who bully the weak and fear the strong, once they bow their heads and admit defeat, it seems that they can no longer muster the courage to fight!

"You never show your face," the young man explained. "We didn't expect you to be so young."

Jack Martin was only eighteen or nineteen years old. The reason why the big boss didn't want to show his face was not only because he hoped to be able to clean up his name one day - his face was too young, and as a bandit leader, he looked too immature.

"And, big boss." The young man was sweating profusely as he explained the rules of the perfume bottle: "You made these rules yourself. If anyone sees your face, their entire family must die! Their entire family must die."

Jack Martin's heart was beating fast, and he became even more ferocious, with fire in his eyes.

"Did I say that?!"

"Yeah," the young man looked around, hoping to get support from his companions: "Really?"

The trembling little fat boy holding the bottle of wine next to him muttered: "Really? Really? Is there?"

"Butler Defen said so!" The old man who was still resting in the hammock suddenly shouted, "Butler Defen likes to make some strange rules! Maybe he said so!"

"Call him!" shouted Jack Martin.

At this time, the real big boss was still looking at the design drawings of the tunnel fortifications. Butler Defin was a tall, thin and decent man who came to America with Jack Martin. He was also an old contributor to the Schneider gun-making family and had always been with the big boss.

The big leader suddenly turned into a hanging painting yesterday. Perhaps it was the effect of [Black Mass]. It is certain that the incarnation has fallen into the hands of the collector. But within half an hour - this amiable and lovely leader changed back again.

Since then, the Big Leader has become anxious, as if the scythe of the god of death is already on his neck. God knows what stupid thing that stupid incarnation will do next.

Defen only felt helpless and regretful. With a head full of white hair, he only hoped that a hero would emerge from the lord's family to give birth to new hope in the afterglow of the British Empire.

He closed the door of the underground palace for the big boss and stopped disturbing the young man.

Then the old man straightened his military uniform, put on a lobster hat, and went to the settlement to greet the guests as a member of the British Royal Arsenal - the guard at the gate said, was it the "big leader" who returned?

Defen just felt it was unreasonable. These rude barbarians must have been drunk and crazy! They could say all kinds of nonsense!

  The big boss is clearly in the underground palace! Who will come back?

"Jack?"

As soon as they arrived at the campsite, the old butler immediately recognized Jack Martin.

"You said it! Whoever sees my face must die!!" Jack took the perfume bottle from the servant, his eyes reddened: "What kind of bullshit rule is this!?"

Defen looked at the messenger, then glanced at the platform, and finally saw the black muzzle of the gun.

——He wanted to call on the power of the soul to save his life! He wanted to summon the power brought by the divine arrow! But he found a burning pain coming from his forehead!

The bullet penetrated the skull and took the butler's life.

"boom!--"

The old butler finally heard the delayed gunshot and had almost no time to react.

Jack Martin's first shot was dead on.

(End of this chapter)