Abyss Express

Foreword:

[When you die, I will fly here. ]

[—George Herbert Walker Bush]

[Part① The Mark of Shame]

On the northwest side of the RSH outpost, there is a Goubuli Steamed Bun Shop. It has a long history, which can be traced back to Su Aizong's time. It is a precious gift from the motherland for the underground development of the Soviet Union.

Yes, you heard it right, this bun shop is a very [precious] gift.

Because in the underground world, the food, clothing, housing and transportation needed for people's livelihood are all crucial industries for underground cities.

In a place as cold as the northern border, Chinese cooks know how to deal with the essence of disaster beasts, preserve the heat in the kitchen, and make good food with a very long shelf life.

However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Russia also abandoned this outpost near the country of death. Today, it has become a military station of the ladder of heaven.

The staff of the Salary King is called Cliff Guderian.

He was a Germanic man with beautiful black hair and red skin that made him look like a handsome devil from hell—

——People in the Stairway to Heaven respect him very much, because he once [fired] the king of salary, and this red skin is the soul imprint left in the process of [adding fire].

Just like the literal meaning of the word Tim Huo.

When the king of salary becomes the sun, but there is not enough fuel to maintain light and heat, he needs firewood to contribute the essence and become a part of the energy source of the sun.

This is also another [All things return to one] of the Mad Butterfly Sacred Sect.

Today's Cliff can no longer be called a firewood, and the people on the Stairway to Heaven regard him as ashes and as the guide of the Salary King.

Bad news reached the command post of Stairway to Heaven, the headless corpse located in the central plaza of RSH was transported back to the military depot.

Cliff's complexion was extremely bad. He asked his subordinates to reduce the scope of patrols, so as not to bleed in vain and lose precious energy of primordial energy.

He rubbed his black hair, tidied it up, wiped off the dust and black ash on his face, and asked the soldiers to hide all the carts carrying the corpses and send them to the kitchen as an alternative meat for military rations. Quality is also essential quality, and comrades in arms cannot be allowed to die without knowing why.

He shook off the dirt from his military uniform and tidied up his appearance, for fear that these corpses would be seen by King Xin, and that his nervous ugliness would be exposed in front of King Xin.

Immediately afterwards—he walked into the public dining room of Baozi Shop. Go to the penultimate row of the big cafeteria and report the bad news to the king of salary.

"His Majesty the Salary King."

Before Cliff could finish speaking——

——Salary King interrupted his flattery and honorific address.

"Did I live five hundred years ago? Why do you call me Your Majesty?"

It was a thin-faced, malnourished man.

His body was covered with black lacquered cloth strips, only his mouth, nose and eyes were exposed, and the rest of his body was covered by black graphite fibers.

No hats, rings or other jewelry.

No sticks, logs or carry-on packs.

He has almost nothing but a silver flute.

Salary King said, "Sit down."

Cliff swallowed, and sat nervously opposite the Salary King.

The king of salary continued: "If you have bad news, just tell it directly. I won't blame you. I don't have any demands on you, and you don't have to follow me."

Cliff whispered, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency—we've had some trouble."

"Let's talk about the result directly." Xin Wang is a straightforward person, and he doesn't want to waste any time with these fanatical fans.

Cliff: "Six soldiers are dead, all sentry frogmen."

Salary King: "Who did it? How did he die?"

Cliff: "They were shot, no shrapnel and shell casings were found, and the type of ammunition was unknown. The logs and combat records, personnel identification cards, and military flags on their bodies were all gone."

Salary King: "Did someone from RSH do it?"

Cliff: "I don't know. We have a verbal agreement with these Soviets. They give us half of the city's public facilities. We help them kill giants-this is unreasonable."

Salary King: "That's what the passengers on the Abyss Railway did."

Speaking of this, Cliff suddenly clenched his fists and his voice became louder.

"Why?! These ungrateful guys! Why did you kill our people?"

"Is this strange?" Wang Xin was in the same mood as usual: "We are [meat eaters] - Cliff, if you go to a strange place to collect information, will you calmly talk to the local indigenous people? Don't you just eat it directly? Get rid of their spiritual essence, and use these memories for your own use."

Cliff: "Just because we eat people?"

Salary King: "Of course. If you think about it from the perspective of Homo sapiens, we have a sworn enemy with the people of the Abyss Railway. We are the natural enemies of Homo sapiens."

"I don't understand, Your Excellency the Salary King—I have held a fire ceremony for other Salary Kings. But I still don't understand." Cliff pursed his lips, with resentment in his eyes: "We collect the essence, we light the sun , we create a land full of life in the underground world, they should come to help us! Not kill us!"

Salary King: "It makes sense."

Cliff: "These stupid, incompetent, cowardly bastards should obediently kneel in front of the strong, and the salary king will ascend to the throne of gods to release divine power, and these bastards living in this kind of sunshine, don't they feel Ashamed?"

Salary King: "Yes."

Cliff became more and more enthusiastic: "Their eating efficiency is low, and the way of collecting the essence is so primitive and barbaric. They want to come up with all kinds of strange reasons and excuses, but they can't do without the theme of money. If you want me to say, it's better to swallow it in one gulp and be straightforward, Your Excellency, you must agree with my point of view, right?"

Salary King: "Yes."

Cliff got the approval of the salary king and was as happy as a schoolboy who was praised.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it! The only value of these morons is to be food in your stomach and fuel for the sun"

"Cliff." The Salary King interrupted Cliff's self-promotion: "Come back to reality."

Cliff repeatedly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Salary King"

King Xin shook his head: "As I said at the beginning, I won't blame you, I won't expect anything from you, and I won't make any demands on the people on the Stairway to Heaven."

Cliff became flustered, as if their link with the Salary King was about to be broken.

"No, no, no, sir, we came to this place because of you. My attacking team, my giant hybrid warrior, was informed by Peter Sergey, so we made an appointment and came to Take the giant's essence here! Why are you so cold, are you really ready to become the sun? We have known each other for so long, and I still don't know your name."

"The sun has no name." The king of salary said lightly: "The sun never takes care of anyone. The sun will take care of the backs of the poor and the palaces of the rich. It will not blame who did something wrong. It will not ask Whoever has to do something, whether someone hates it or loves it, praises it or insults it, it doesn't care."

Cliff hesitated, hearing the words of the salary king, suddenly didn't know what to say.

The salary king is calm and indifferent.

"You want to worship the sun, engage in rituals and perform spells, gain fame or wealth, or think that you are superior to others. In fact, they are the same as people. They also engage in photovoltaic power generation. In my opinion, you all get what you need."

These words almost shattered Cliff's faith.

Salary King continued.

"I made it clear, I made it clear from the beginning, Cliff - I will not be sad or angry for your dead warriors, bring them up in their flesh, and I will eat them."

Cliff only felt fear, even though he had made the King too angry, another King had a good chat with him and was a like-minded friend, but the thought of the King in front of him was so weird that even he, an ogre, It's hard to guess.

Seeing that Cliff was going to greet the chef and prepare a human meal for the salary king.

At this time, Wang Xin talked about other things with the staff.

"Cliff."

"Is there anything else you want to order?"

"You show me my back."

Immediately afterwards, King Xin uncovered the graphite fiber cloth belt, exposing part of the skin of the scapula and trapezius muscle.

Cliff stepped forward to take a closer look, his face was serious——

——The same signs as other salary kings.

The epidermis of King Xin is dry, and his long-term cannibalism makes these essences look like ghosts, turning into miniature faces on the skin, as if possessed by ghosts.

On the shoulder blade near the neck, there is a scar of gold and red oil paint, like the brand of enslaving demons.

King Xin asked: "Is it still there? Is this shameful scar still working?"

Cliff nodded: "This despicable magic is still haunting your body, Your Excellency, what kind of evil magic is it that wants you to experience such a life that is worse than death? When? Where is it? ? Which bastard cast a poisonous curse on you?"

Among the oil paint scars, there is a string of characters.

It is English writing left by a hard-point pen.

The translation is called [shall not kill].

"It was the curse that David Victor planted on me." Salary King re-tied the cloth to cover his ugly body: "His soul power is very special, just like the fate contract from the devil in hell. I have to do what I wrote—I am afraid that only by igniting the essence and letting the flames burn away this character can I regain my freedom."

"It's a terrible ability." Cliff was worried: "He only left this sentence?"

Salary King talked about the past: "I stole runes in the ancestor's palace, and I was trapped in that weird time and space and could not survive. He opened my cell, woke me up, and wrote this before I fully woke up. In a word, he fled like the wind."

"Despicable and shameless!" Cliff scolded, "You can't kill! This is simply torture for you!"

After simple slicing and grilling, the dishes made by the soldiers' corpses were presented.

While eating, King Salary talked to Cliff about the magic power of this series of brand marks.

"On the contrary, I would like to thank Victor - this inexplicable confinement ritual has brought me closer to the sun. In the past six months, for the first time, I have tried to send humans to do things for me, to search for the essence for me, instead of Kill and prey with your own hands."

Saying so, the Salary King picked up the fork and handed a piece of brain to Cliff.

Cliff carefully swallowed the meat given by the idol, took out the camera from the bag, and looked nervous.

King Salary nodded, and Cliff took pictures of this scene, preparing to send it into the cult bible on Stairway to Heaven.

The spiritual essence rolled in the stomach bag, passed through the body of the [meatism] who gave blood, transformed the structure of the cerebral cortex, and finally turned into pure memory.

Cliff only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had experienced a direct hit from an AK-12 bullet.

From his eyes, he could see the scene of Jiang Xueming and Su Ling killing the frogman troops.

"That's right, they are passengers of the Abyss Railway! These beasts!"

[Part·②·Fans and Idols]

King Xin tore off the strips of meat, chewed the food, and a new baby face was about to be formed in the skin.

"Don't mention these people or things, Cliff-Victor's ability is really interesting, I can't kill the target myself, like this"

After finishing speaking, the Salary King suddenly picked up the fork and stabbed Cliff in the head.

The knife stopped halfway, and the golden-red brand on his back glowed. It was like a group of worms parasitic on the central nervous system of Xin Wang. As long as he made an attacking action and thought of infringing others, this mysterious soul The mighty force will immediately rush to the spinal center of King Xin, and then go to the cranial nerve center.

"As long as my killing intent suddenly arises, I can immediately feel peace and tranquility. It's really amazing."

The Salary King withdrew the knife, and Cliff was still in shock.

"All the murderous intentions are gone, all the anger or cold-bloodedness, all dissipated without a trace."

He continued to eat, his face beaming.

"I'm like a hyena or a vulture, only eating the carrion you send me."

Cliff was curious, and was very concerned about the past of the salary king: "Your Excellency, you seem to have a good impression of the passengers of the Abyss Railway? Are you also a passenger?"

Salary King: "Yes."

Cliff: "What kind of bizarre and wonderful story can give birth to such a powerful individual like you? Can you tell me? I will write these things into the Bible of Stairway to Heaven."

King Xin tapped the plate lightly, meaning that he had finished eating and wanted more food.

While Cliff was cutting meat on the grill, Salary King told a long story.

"I'm from 1937, I was a pilot in the Italian Wehrmacht during the Second World War."

"The war was defeated, the plane broke down, I glided all the way, fell into the crater of Iceland, and fell into the giant mountain station."

"My waiter saved my life, can you imagine? From a height of more than 5,000 meters, fell into an underground world of more than 15,000 meters, fell on the terrace of the meeting hall at Jushan Station, and smashed through the hot spring The pool, people and planes together turned into blood and mud, into steel biscuits."

"I didn't die on the spot, my consciousness was still next to my body, but my attendant found me at a glance and sprinkled her most precious panacea on my body."

"That's how I was brought back to the world by her."

"I thought, I should be going to die. The free fall of more than 20 kilometers almost smashed half of the meeting hall at Jushan Station. Ao Han Mingde wanted me to pay for it. I can't afford the money. So I had to sell myself to work to redeem my freedom."

"My waiter and I met here. It was a good beginning, but it didn't end well."

"I can't talk to her at all. I don't understand why Aohen Mingde arranged for me such a noisy and old-fashioned silly girl-she is against me in almost everything except saving my life."

"I just want to regain my freedom one day, return to the surface, squander my money and elixir, and restart my splendid life."

"But she wants to keep me at Jushan Station forever. I hate her so much that I can't understand what she's doing. But she doesn't allow me to take on any difficult tasks. These one-step shortcuts, these look The very attractive high-value target, in her mouth, turned into ridicule and insult to me, she looked down on me as a newcomer, even if I did a good job at the station, Ao Han Mingde also praised me I hope I can redeem myself as soon as possible and return home as soon as possible.”

"But this stupid woman, she is like a wolf competing with me for territory and the right to speak. The two of us are destined to be a combination of endless quarrels. When I go east, she uses her savage muscles to grab I'm going west."

"Until one day, I never saw her again, she really didn't care about me, she really didn't fight with me anymore, against me, said [you should do this, you shouldn't do that] anymore. "

Having said that, the Salary King paused.

The meat in his mouth was no longer fragrant, and he suddenly started to cry.

"I hate BOSS—"

Originally called Ao Han Ming De, who was cold and distant, has now become a BOSS.

"—I thought I was free, but I was put in another cell."

King Xin covered his head, his hand holding the knife was trembling.

While taking notes, Cliff asked: "This waiter... oh no, this queen, why did you leave you?"

Salary King: "She didn't leave, she just died."

Cliff also wanted to ask for some details: "How did he die?"

Xin Wang's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what he heard.

Cliff, as a staff member of the Stairway to Heaven, as a witness of the sun lighting ceremony, as a priest, of course, must record the deeds of King Xin in detail in the Bible.

He didn't realize at all how cruel this ritual of exposing people's scars is, as cruel as holding a knife and fork, cutting open the flesh and blood of the king of salary.

King Xin said flatly, "Killed by an armadillo hunter."

Cliff: "How could you be killed by this kind of person?"

Salary King: "Could it be that her death was not good enough? Didn't meet your wishes?"

Cliff said frankly: "This paragraph needs to be changed. Armadillo hunters have no pursuit, they only bully the scum of ordinary people-if the newcomers of the Stairway to Heaven hear this kind of story, they will not respect you. So to say Come on, your queen is really weak, you can't even deal with these hunters, and you don't need to tell me her real name. Weak people are not qualified to stay in our Bible."

"David Victor is also an armadillo hunter." The Salary King frowned and glared, "How dare you be so arrogant?"

Cliff finally sensed Wang Xin's anger and dared not speak again.

"Forget it, the sun won't be angry." It took a long time for King Xin to become calm and indifferent again: "I want to resurrect her—I want to pull her back from the underworld, just like what she did to me like that"

Cliff kindly reminded: "Your Excellency, the dead cannot be brought back to life. No matter how bizarre the spell is, it cannot do this."

King Xin never forgot: "But two-thirds of my life has been pursuing this matter. For this goal, I have used all means to trade with people from the Mad Butterfly Sacred Sect, to give blood to disaster beasts, to steal Taking the Rune Talisman and killing more than half of the people in the Ancestor’s Palace is to find a way to revive her—even if I can’t do it, I still want to live long enough.”

The meat on the dinner plate has been eaten.

King Xin put down the knife and fork, then closed his eyes, and began to absorb the essence, trying to find a suitable place for the new spirit body in the flesh.

"I want to live to the end of human history. If this body will decay and the dead runes in my body can't keep it, then I will use it as fuel. I want to absorb a huge amount of essence and embark on this salary. Wang Zhilu gathered countless manpower and material resources to complete the miracle of [all beings share karma]. In the distant future, with such powerful energy, it is not difficult to create her human form, right?"

Cliff was amazed, disgusted by this mysterious and stupid ritual.

"It turns out that Your Excellency King Xin crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, committed all kinds of crimes, killed people and ate meat, just for a woman?"

Salary King scolded.

"When you die, I will fly here."

After Cliff finished recording, he bowed falsely to the salary king.

Salary King is also a false thank you.

Perhaps this relationship between idols and believers is normal——

——For example, between idols and fanatical fans, there is usually no common topic.

For RSH's defense and hunting work, Xin Wang is indifferent, he is only responsible for dealing with the dead giants, and [eating]——The Stairway to Heaven wants this fairy to fight against the passengers of the Abyss Railway, I am afraid it is not an easy task.

Now Cliff was very worried——

——Judging from the combat records obtained from the brain matter of the frogman sentry, there is at least one VIP with outstanding combat effectiveness among these passengers. , without any room for maneuver.

The red-skinned devil scratched his head for a long time outside the freezing bun shop. She almost scratched her head of black hair bald.

He used his small brain to make various tactical plans.

Plan 1: Use the guise of the resurrection technique as a bargaining chip to deceive King Xin, asking him to torture the enemy himself, but not kill the enemy, and let the soldiers of the Stairway to Heaven take the lives of these passengers.

Conclusion: There is no point, according to this kind of wronged temper, even if the matter is done and his queen is not resurrected, it is estimated that this contract between the idol and the fan will have to be torn into a thousand or ten thousand pieces on the spot, and there is no possibility of cooperation.

Plan 2: Judging from the combat records, the two passengers and the old engineer are going to the power workshop, and they will kill them while they are ordering.

Conclusion: Thinking about it again, the soldiers of the Stairway to Heaven are also affected by the spiritual pressure environment. If they want to confront the VIP head-on, I am afraid it is the worst policy.

Plan 3: Try to capture the Soviets who are fighting against the dead giants, and eat one or two, through their spiritual essence, learn more information, and then proceed to the next deployment plan.

Conclusion: Risky, but doable.

"William!" Cliff Guderian called the strongest hybrid giant in the team. This giant never steals human flesh and is a reliable tool man: "Take all your equipment and go to the beach to find the Soviets. .”

A big man more than three meters high rushed out from the shack of the military station.

"Boss! Live or die?"

Cliff raised his head and looked at the descendants of [Fire Man].

"Leave the head, just keep the head intact."

William's red hair was tied back with thick knuckles.

There was a scar on the bridge of his nose, his face had a strange childish look, his eyes were big, and he began to bargain.

"How many soldiers? How many guns? How much? Are there any women and food?"

Cliff shouted orders.

"You alone! Go away! Do you think this is a difficult task? You are a giant!"

Kid William shrugged his shoulders indifferently, put on thick equipment, and walked out lightly, for fear that Staff Cliff would scold him for being impolite.

At the intersection of the street, the giant boy rolled his eyes, his face full of disdain.

"whispering sound"

He held the cuneiform stone on his chest, like a cultural relic, like a relic.

"Father, the child is unfilial—not only do you have to work for these Homo sapiens, but you also have to dig your grave, and you lose your dignity in the end, alas!~"

William stretched his waist, yawned in the cold wind, and inhaled the poisonous gas, but nothing unusual was seen.

"It's really hard to make money and fill your stomach"