Abyss Express

The appetizer has been digested——

—— While enjoying the staple food, neither of the two ancient living undead spoke.

Jack shuts his mouth, and he becomes icy, like tearing off the mask of a amusement park clown, and chopping the complete O of J[O]KE into fragmented J[A]CK.

Mary Stuart weighed her shoulders, her dress and furs fluttered in the wind.

Her eyes were sharp and radiant. The pupils moved disorderly, flashing quickly from Jack's knees, shoulders, elbows and necks, measuring the arm span and height, and observing the attack range of the weapon.

The two moved almost simultaneously——

——Jack chased after him with a knife, and Mary rolled down the car window and hid in the narrow and long car environment. Use the distance of the heavy stabbing sword to control the enemy.

She had just rushed into the corridor, listening to the sound of the wind breaking beside her ears, her body changed according to the effect of the soul power, her hips, crotch and lower limbs shifted instantly, making room for the big knife.

The shiny silver saw blade smashed through the rosewood armrest of the car seat, and then changed its route and attacked Mary.

She didn't dodge, she just raised her legs to meet him.

A three-inch-thick bat-claw toe grew from the heel, and Jack's throat was slit open by the severe deformation in just an instant.

But no blood flowed out, only iron sand mud flow slowly wriggling around his neck.

In just an instant, half of Mary's torso was about to be sliced ​​open by the meat saw.

The golden and high-temperature holy flame followed the blade of an eye for an eye, and ruthlessly separated her from the side ribs to the murloc line.

No blood came out, and there was no cry of pain.

Mary Stuart could feel that this opponent was unkillable.

If it's just ordinary swords and bullets, it can't kill this kind of undead.

Jack Martin is very similar to the [Desperado] who was influenced by the Undead Rune, but compared to the Desperado, this guy's physical form is more spiritual, it is chaotic energy and dust, like a fusion of soul power One, the physical form is the undead.

Sometimes it turns into smoke and dust, and sometimes it gathers sand into a tower.

If there is no magical magic attached to the weapon, no strong magnetic and strong electric energy flow impact, no human-shaped soul power penetrating through the body to hit Jack's body, it will be a very difficult opponent.

In just 0.17 seconds—

—Mary has finished thinking about these things.

Like Xueming, she is a rational and ruthless person with a strong will to survive.

But 0.17 seconds can already do a lot of things, and Jack Martin's soul power has begun to take effect.

In the narrow carriage, the length of the carriage is no more than three meters, enough for the silk thread of the pendulum of the spirit body to lay a net.

When Mary's open wound was still smoking, she didn't look back, and went straight to the electrical center of the carriage. Her body was cut into seventeen pieces by the sharp steel wire in an instant, but it healed as quickly as blood tofu, ignoring this threat. An injury with a 100% fatality rate for ordinary people.

Her body trembled and became countless irregular polygons under the cutting of the silk thread. As soon as the tissue fluid and blood sprayed out from the wound, it was sucked back by the skin of the limbs moving at high speed.

Only the torso was cut open by the silver saw, and the carbonized skin looked like a twisted worm, hideous and terrifying. During the drastic changes in the body, the scorched blood scabs also turned into powder and became intact.

Jack dissipated, turned into a black mist and rushed towards Mary——

—He blocked the middle of the avenue again.

Mary didn't stop, she raised her sword and struck sparks fiercely on the thick iron sheet.

Under the friction and roasting of the steel skin, the heavy rapier quickly turned into a soldering iron needle at 320 degrees Celsius.

Immediately afterwards came a stormy attack——

——The sculptural sword-holding posture almost made Jack lose his interpupillary focus.

It is a cruel way to hide the blade in front of the enemy's eyes, almost in line with the angle of Jack's exit pupil.

Mary is an old swordsman who has experienced many battles. She knows which angle is the most suitable and efficient to send the heavy rapier into the enemy's head.

The two attacked each other at a very close distance, but never heard the sound of the saw blade and bayonet colliding.

They don't care about physical trauma, they just want to defeat the opponent's fighting will in twelve attacks.

Sword Flower and Dao Guang exploded brilliant sparks in the iron carriage.

From the beginning of the attack, to the round when the stabbing sword was out of the range of the attack and readjusted the center of gravity of the body, it had already completed the flame enchantment. It changed from a 320-degree branding iron to a dark red light, and turned into a nearly 1,000-degree flame. sword.

Looking at the mottled and messy knife wounds on Mary's body, she is missing three fingers, which were caused by Jack's slashing to disarm.

Three pieces of flesh were missing from her shoulder and elbow, which were stuck to the window glass and were still shaking when the fire burned violently.

Her spine was almost severed in two, and the scar stayed deep in the right lung, almost hurting the motor center.

She moved her steps, turned her body backwards, threatened with a sword, and switched to an assassination stance from high to low. She needs a little time to adjust her metabolism and heart rate, just two seconds.

The picture expressed by Jack's body injury is even more curious——

His dusty body was inlaid with countless precious diamonds, allowing the nearly thousand-degree high-temperature heavy lance to poke out fist-sized silicon carbide vacuum areas.

He bent his body like a lone wolf who had been badly injured, his expression remained unchanged, even though there was a hole the size of a chestnut on his head and right eye, which was filled with silvery vitreous sand, and his eyeballs were already broken. Get poked into a gem by the enchanted attack of the heavy barbed sword.

From the beginning of the official battle, the two of them didn't babble, and only thirty-one seconds passed.

At thirty-three seconds—

——Mary showed even weirder body control ability.

Half of her torso exploded, a sudden explosion—a rupture without warning.

Slender and younger bats flew out of it.

They are covered with the flesh of Mary Stuart, and the connective texture of Mary's flesh can be observed from these daughter bodies.

Among them, six bats are composed of Mary's head, and the small bat in the center has Mary's two eyes on its wings. The other five's shapes can be seen with bloody brain tissue.

Some of these little bats burrowed out of the window, as if trying to escape.

Some of them came towards Jack, as if to stop the lingering pursuer.

Only Mary's head was suspended in the observation position, facing the enemy with swords raised by the other eight daughters.

This is the magical ability of Mary Stuart Hunwei, which almost brought into full play the power of the blood race to transform its own body.

Jack Martin set off again, his knee cracked, and the horrible wound on the kneecap and meniscus separated his calf from his thigh. here.

The battle of the undead is coming to an end——

—ordered from Mary Stuart's neural command center.

About sixty-six blood bats with flexible skin roared out ultrasonic shock waves in an instant.

——At that moment, all the glass in the carriage cracked, and even the extremely tough resin glass could not remain intact under this terrifying spiritual pressure.

Jack's body was stabbed by the scorching epee, and the originally loose sandstone became densely crystallized. Under the bombardment of the sound waves, fine quicksand burst out from the wounds in the crow's feather coat, like blood.

The Ripper was quartered by five horses at that moment, his pupils dilated.

He still maintains the posture of raising his right arm high and attacking forward.

But every part of the body has turned into stiff fragments, being entangled and grabbed by the baby bats in twos and threes.

"Click -" a sound.

Along with the arm, the silver-plated meat saw knife fell on the wine rack, falling to pieces.

The heavy thorn hanging in the air fell down.

Among Mary's many blood bats, only the eyes and brain were still observing Jack's head.

The rapier is like a pile driver, every time it is thrust out, every time it is pulled away. It's like casting tools and hammering nails.

She is not fast, but very steady——

—like a precise sewing needle, it was going to pierce through the anterior lobe and cerebellum of Jack Martin's skull, crushing both the brainstem and thalamus.

She wasn't sure she could kill Jack by doing so, but how would she know if she didn't try?

She finally had time to breathe, and under the repeated onslaughts of the meat saw, she sent out her left hand to let the dexterous bat-shaped daughter look for the spare pistol in the bookshelf.

Is the outcome already decided?

Yeah?

Really?

Mary thought so, but she didn't dare to be careless at all.

From Jiang Xueming, from Heart of Steel, she has learned a lot, the most important of which is whipping corpses to prevent resurrection.

White wine dripped from the shattered wine rack, Mary remembered that this was the base wine used to mix human blood, it was strong wine——

—as far as she knew, fire could kill any living thing on earth.

——Fire itself is divine art, and fire itself is magic.

She only ignited the fire with a hot steel needle, and watched Jack's head turn into a crystal under the heat of the flame, as if it was about to become a new pyroxene.

She just hesitated for a moment——

——Really, only for a moment.

That pyroxene is really fascinating.

As we all know, Mistress Mary is a woman who loves beauty to the extreme and loves beauty to the point of madness.

In the battle with Jack Martin, showing her an inhuman ugly posture has already driven her to a dead end, and she has to fight to the death.

At this moment, three and a half liters of spirits roasted Jack Martin's body, and the prismatic pyroxene born from it captivated her eyes.

So much so that she didn't even have time to look at the scenery outside the window.

A bullet severely shattered her skull.

It was the scorching bullets fired from the sniper rifle six hundred meters away from the ventilation duct in the depths of the mine in the Gold Country.

Russian Mirage H civilian sniper hunting rifle.

It belonged to Katyusha, Jason Meghan's valet.

This little girl is located in front of the platform of the air passage, keeping a squatting shooting posture, always on guard, and running away as soon as there is any trouble.

But before running away—

—she's sending ten bullets.

The first bullet shattered the language block in the middle of the right brain of Mary Stuart.

With the accuracy of the phantom sniper rifle's 0.1 MOA, the second bullet completed ballistic correction and pierced Mary Stuart's two eyeballs.

The third hot silver-clad steel bullet hit Mary's sword-holding hand, blasting the blood bat into cinders, and the epee's gauntlet also turned into a twisted piece of iron.

The fourth bullet had just sprung out of the muzzle, and Mary heard the gunshot belatedly.

The sniper ammunition with a muzzle velocity of 900 meters per second almost caught her off guard. If she was still on the train, if the train was still moving—it would be difficult for Katyusha to hit the high-speed moving target.

Only at the moment when Jack Martin's skull turned into pyroxene, the damned bat's brain stopped for a few seconds.

Mary Stuart was dying here.

The little bat quickly returned to the body, trying to make up for the damage of the brain at the first time, to reconstruct the nerves, and regain the consciousness of the body.

This refined egoist froze in place. After four hundred and eighty-three years of solitude and waiting, a life-and-death struggle awaited. In the past, according to Mary's personality, she would definitely try her best to escape.

But at this moment, she was not facing Jack Martin, not the Ripper fighting alone.

She is facing the encirclement and suppression of the entire [JoeStar], the entire Anonymous School.

Everything was due to the divine power of the Heart of Steel. This pyroxene made her mental power soar several times in a short period of time, giving her the illusion that she could gamble.

As long as these villains who come from the underground world to carry out the [Operation Chastity] can be defeated, she believes that this kind of deterrent force will make the little black cat stay away, and the [Philosopher Foundation] will also start to consider the cost of paying off the vampires again. Labor costs.

If a reconciliation can be reached through violence, the next thing will be an armistice agreement and land cession for compensation—the world will start a new cold war and start a new human flesh trade.

But the little bourgeois finally waited for her destined Bolshevik.

Before the person arrived, the stick spun first, smashing Mary's neck with hot blue anger, and the little bats chased after the broken and deformed head, as if they were chasing the most precious treasure in the world.

They are like numb and ignorant mortal beings. They only know that the idol transformed by the head is so beautiful and powerful, but they don't know that in order to survive, the head will only turn these flesh and blood into part of it.

A motorcycle smashed into the side door of the train, and Mary's body was crushed tightly in the luggage rack of the carriage.

Xiao Qi twisted the handlebar, and in the weird and terrifying spiritual pressure environment, he suppressed the panic in his heart, only to see the spinning tires bursting rapidly in the sharp physical essence of the Holy Mother of the Blood Race.

Under the steel wheel, flesh and blood turned to mud——

——Xue Ming got out of the car while pulling up the iron mace, only to hear six solid and thick voices of club strikes, the head flapping wings in mid-air split into three parts, and was finally kicked out of the car door by Xue Ming.

When Mary was still hovering in mid-air.

For a moment—

——She thought she was free, or this rigorous and meticulous Jiang Xueming finally got careless for a while.

In this world, as long as there is a little bit of Mary Stuart's essence, like a mold virus that is difficult to remove, she will become the moss of this railway track, she will become the lichen of this railway , and bring it back to the station along with the steel wheel.

Maintenance crews will soon be there to clean the train of its stains, so that it will be stained with the blood of grace that belongs to Mary Stuart.

She will be reborn in another way, but with a different body, a different personality, and a different way of living.

It's not over, and this fight will never end.

But she wakes up immediately—

——How could Jiang Xueming let her live?

She flew out of the car and hovered in the air for an instant, and saw three motorcycles parked beside the railway maintenance road shoulder.

Xue Ming: "Robert Downing! Get rid of her!"

In Mary Stuart's eyes—

——Seeing my own jaw split into two parts, splashing out together with the brain.

It was the first time she saw Robert Downing's appearance.

It was a blond boy with a fresh and handsome face.

So before the revolving lantern of life——

—she began to think.

Is this the man Martha loves deeply?

It is another me who is willing to sacrifice my life to protect.

so good.

I really envy.

He is crying, why?

Is it because I look like Martha?

People are indeed visual animals, and they like beautiful and wonderful things.

--No.

No no no no--

--no.

His eyes were full of hatred.

Perhaps these tears were shed for Jack Martin.

Did I kill him? Is he really dead?

I can't think anymore, let's take a break.

Mary Stuart -

——The world went dark. It feels warm and safe.

A place with no light suits me. The temperature on these people is too high.

Especially the big guy, that smug smile is really annoying.

Breathing out dragon's breath from SG-2's muzzle.

A bottle of Barathone solution was thrown high in Bu Meteor's hand, and it was thrown next to Mary's skull.

Pushed by the thunderbolt primer, the silver buckshot shattered the solvent bottle and turned into a wall of fire.

It leaves almost no dead ends——

——The ethanol solvent and the secondary deflagration produced by the anti-virus pesticide turned into a big fireball.

Immediately afterwards, more anti-virus bottles were thrown by Dilong Xiaomei.

She hugged the hand of her employer Robert, and in the sub-trigger frame of SG-2, she pulled the trigger with her slender tail for fear of hurting her employer's fingers.

The flames from the second shot were like deadly hearts.

When the flames dissipated, nothing could be seen anymore.

The flames spewed out by the shotgun gave birth to charred smoke, leaving a huge [V] on the ground.

The brake marks of the motorcycle add a touch to it--

- make it complete [A]

Tangning was roaring, his face was red and his neck was thick, and the moment he took revenge, he felt a sense of loss.

He shouted angrily, broke away from the waiter, and stamped his feet frantically.

His eyes were full of tears, and he wondered where Uncle Winston had gone.

He didn't dare to look at the scene in the carriage. He caught a glimpse of the coat made of crow feathers, and saw the broken human figure without blood and flesh. He could only think of the unimaginable friendship like a crazy dream in these more than a hundred hours.

He snatched the G26 from Dilong Xiaomei several times before and after, and stuffed the Glock's black muzzle into his mouth when everyone was shocked and caught off guard.

Then he knelt in front of the train and pulled the trigger frantically.

But the empty barrel was as empty as his empty heart.

—cannot kill him.

"Enough of you! Enough! Enough! Employer!"

Little girl Dilong crawled in front of Tangning.

"Are you going to torture me! How long will you torture yourself?!"

Her toes wiped away the tears from the corners of Tangning's eyes.

"I obviously worked so hard! I tried so hard to survive! But why can you kill yourself with just a few bullets without saying a word?"

Tangning was at a loss.

"I killed a lot of people. I don't know what to do. I don't know that Martha was killed by me because of my innocence. Uncle Winston saved my life and protected me when I was transformed. He wants To avenge me, to help me kill the heart demon, also by me."

"Don't you take my words to heart at all? Robert!" Dilongmei opened her mouth wide, almost wanting to bite Tangning's head off, "My name is Anna! I am your waiter. If you die , My brain can't match other employers, I'm useless, the cat will send me as a scientific research specimen!"

She leaned against Robert and finally got the gun back.

"This is the gun that Mr. Jiang Xueming gave me! He hoped that I could fight the enemy bravely and protect myself well! He also gave you a gun! You brat really pissed me off! You pissed me off! I'm only six months old! You're two hundred and twenty-six months old! Is that what you do to a baby?"

"Excuse me." Jiang Xueming jumped off the train and took the COMBAT·MASTER from Robert's arms, "Give it back to me."

Robert wanted to say something more.

Elder sister Xueming hurried back to the station to change back to brother Xueming, and got on Tangning's motorcycle to leave.

"Pretentious." Xiao Qi took two G26s from Dilongmei and Tang Ning, and wanted to bring them back for Jessica to play with, "Whispering."

Before Robert could say goodbye, the couple disappeared in a flash.

After a long, long time, it was hard for Bu Meteor to say anything, and it was hard to ask anything.

He decided it was time to leave Anna and Robert alone for a while, and was about to go—

——like an extinct volcano showing signs of activity again.

Flames burst from Jack Martin's Crow Feather cloak. Like a phoenix nirvana, a golden crow flutters its wings, and a vigorous blond uncle emerges from a mass of black flames.

Jack Martin had just stepped off the grating of the train, speaking innocently.

"Ah! I'm dead! Hey! Actually not!~"