Abyss Express

The story begins with a bottle of panacea containing anesthetic waste liquid.

For Maguire Copenhagen, only twenty-four hours have passed, from the time when the rescue team sent Alphonse, who was seriously injured, to the medical clinic, to the inexplicable robbery, the inexplicable priest who came to the rescue, and the inexplicable series of events. Homicide and psychological hypnosis.

It seems that everything has become strange.

There was once a voice that kept urging him. It was the spirit of Belloberg. It made Maguire stronger. It made the old horse full of strength and determination.

Even though I took a long detour and almost lost my humanity under the devil's temptation, it was still okay.

"Fortunately. I still have a chance to take a bottle of medicine, which is only for five people."

In order to give an explanation to the military station, Maguire wanted to surrender, so he brought a sample of the panacea from the operating room to recreate the scene, which happened to be in a 125 ml reagent bottle.

Depending on the dose determined by body weight, twenty-five milliliters of the panacea should be able to turn a dying adult back to his "original appearance", as long as the patient's consciousness center is still healthy and the brain is not fatally damaged.

The devil crawling in the darkness does not dare to act rashly. Saint Josh Joris has been watching, trying to pick up the courage again.

His will to fight wavered, and he never thought that his best psychic attack would have the opposite effect on Maguire - Joris' best magic was to attack people's inner weaknesses, but after these words, he actually Maguire Copenhagen's spirit body has a complete half body.

That is a characteristic of the late stage of emergence, and it is only the last step before the Morpho butterfly flaps its wings.

This is a change that St. Josh cannot understand. What he doesn’t know is that Maguire is already thirty-six years old——

——Before this, this doctor did not have any psychic talent. He had been practicing medicine in the underground world with his father since he was eleven years old, running around in the ranks of mobile traders, and he had never slacked off for twenty-five years.

The doctor had a back-and-forth battle with the gunsmith himself in the first half of the night. Although he was beaten unilaterally, his elemental structure and spiritual body abundance were among the best among psykers. A group of people.

The various experiences in the second half of the night, the violent ups and downs of emotions, various fears and pressures, and the enlightenment when overcoming fear. This series of changes created the light of Maguire's soul.

St. Josh can no longer escape. If he returns to Limbo, what awaits him in the prison world is the angry ghost of the gunsmith. He will die without a burial place, and Maguire Copenhagen must be eliminated here! The only thing standing in front of him was this weak Morpho butterfly that had just emerged from its cocoon - Maguire didn't seem to realize this yet. He didn't even seem to understand how to flap his wings. He must not understand how to use this spiritual body. !

This is the best chance to kill Maguire - St. Josh thought so, so he used the devil's magic to cast a curse.

He crawled on the roof and recited the spell in a low voice. The eyes of the flesh and blood puppet were all staring at the target of the spell. For a moment, a dark wind rose, and Maguire was surrounded by sudden evil thoughts.

The middle-aged man did not panic. He felt the cold and vicious spiritual thoughts stabbing into his ventricle like a knife. The stinging pain in his chest seemed familiar. He often felt similar pain when staying up late for surgery. , the mental power is rapidly consumed - this is one of the magic spells of Saint Josh Joris, which can effectively weaken the target's mental power, causing it to enter the death door state of mental exhaustion.

In just five seconds, all this happened so fast that Maguire couldn't react. He was already thirty-six years old and was too slow to respond to the instantaneous changes in the battle situation. His face was visibly tired, and he finally I was suddenly alerted, and it turned out that the devil hiding in the darkness had not done nothing - the vicious psychic attack had already worked!

He covered his heart and breathed heavily. His eyeballs, mouth and nose began to feel dry, his joints began to stiffen, and he became photophobic and phonophobic. This was a symptom of neurasthenia, just like the feeling after staying up late for several days. .

Joris was not careless after he succeeded. After reciting the forty-five verses, the cunning devil used the magic power of the amber butterfly to immediately enter the death curse stage - he wanted to use the insect summoning magic of [Locust Curse] to kill him. Maguire never wants to get close to Maguire's strong body.

The ceiling and beams of the lake house are four and a half meters above the ground, and Maguire can't reach St. Josh's devilish body at all. At this distance, he could only be beaten passively.

After a while, there was a rustling sound outside the house. Maguire glanced sideways at the window and saw a "figure" outside the house. Upon closer inspection, his scalp began to tingle.

Where is the "person"! That was the Spongeton ladybugs gathered into human shapes. They were attacking the window frame crazily. Another batch of bugs came in from the front door and flew straight towards Maguire.

Soon after, Joris stared at Maguire. Seeing the strong man running away from the back door of the house, he followed closely. Without the guidance of the locust plague spell, these insects would not find their target. Leave on your own and never let Maguire escape.

Joris crossed the wooden wall between the porches very quickly. The flesh puppet had four pairs of eyes and could quickly locate Maguire in the dark. However, when he chased him to the restaurant, he found no trace of Maguire.

Where did you hide?

"Where are you hiding, sweetheart Maguire?"

St. Josh was filled with surprise as he peered into the huge kitchen, fishing gear utility room, and a boat repair room.

He hung upside down from the ceiling, not daring to land. The ladybugs crowded into the dining room and scattered in all directions. They couldn't find their prey and turned into headless flies and started flying around.

The monster searched for it, and finally lost patience. He hung on the main beam, tried to lower himself, and searched the cabinets near the kitchen counter. These cabinet doors had handles and switches that the Spoonton ladybug could not open. He had to search for the heavy handle himself.

At this moment, Joris felt something bad——

——The part of the body from Lilia’s mother seems to be stained with some strange mucus.

He manipulated the head of a victim and looked down at Lilia's two arms. He originally thought of using this part of his body to grab the wooden beam and send his body down.

There's blood on these two arms

Maguire sprinkled his own blood on this strongest main beam as a bait bomb. There were already a dozen greedy ladybugs lying on the wooden beam, crushed to pieces by Lilia's arm.

In an instant, the violent swarms of insects swarmed up, tearing at the broken corpses of their companions, crawling all the way into Saint Josh's flesh puppet and burrowing into the skin.

St. Josh was so hurt that he lost his mind. He lost Lilia's body. He still had three mouths to use, trying to regain control of the insect swarm. Looking at Lilia's arms, he had turned into two white bones——

"——Idiot! You are killing people! You are killing people! Maguire! Lilia is going to be killed by you!"

The cacophony of bugs blocked out some of the sound, and Maguire couldn't pinpoint St. Josh's location. This roar became the best guiding light.

He emerged from the cupboard with a stab wound on his arm. The spirit followed him closely. The suit on the tall and mighty ruby ​​statue turned into strips of cloth, and the silk threads on the vice sleeves spread out and became a sutured wound. temporary thread.

The moment Lao Ma appeared, he was attacked by ladybugs. The stinging limbs and axe-like jaws of these bugs immediately opened numerous wounds on his body. He covered his face to protect his eyes, holding the wine bottle and the chef. Knife - this is a weapon he found in the kitchen.

Stepping onto the tabletop and flying towards St. Josh's devilish body, the surgeon began the surgical procedure.

He noticed the texture of the flesh and blood polymer between the tattered clothes. The knife in his hand was too dull! But it’s enough!

St. Josh was unable to dodge, and the locust curse insect plague he had personally summoned turned into his enemy at this moment. Almost at the same time when he was attacked, except for Lilia, the remaining three fleshy bodies all attacked the old horse.

Sixteen bone toes stabbed firmly into Maguire’s body——

——Maguire did not retreat. He was like a showerhead, blood spurting out from his body, forgetting the pain.

The knife did not hit the bone, which is a very good thing. Cut the thick meat of the waist and separate it from the spine, just between the twenty-fifth and twenty-sixth joints, and then hug her and hug Lilia .

The injury on my body can only make me bleed - it does not kill, it does not kill.

The damage is too spread out, my body can withstand this test, it can, it is strong!

Maguire hugged half of Lilia's body and snatched the mother back from the devil's hands.

A handful of flames lit up in the dark swarm of insects. Maguire used the trick of blowing fire. The wine was his magical power to open the way. There were more and more blood holes on his body. The sudden strong light and high temperature suffocated the saints. Josh couldn't open his eyes——

——Lao Ma fell back to the dining table, opened the back door of the kitchen, took out the panacea from his tattered white coat, tried his best to control his arms, sprinkled ten milliliters on half of Lilia's body, and then fed it into his mouth. Fifteen milliliters of water was poured into it, and then Lilia was immediately thrown out into the field next to the pier.

Without any hesitation, he almost used whatever he found, and quickly searched for an oar from the boat. He only glanced at the narrow passage of the house, immediately raised his knees and broke the oar into two pieces, using the pointed end as a club. Before St. Josh could chase him out, Maguire turned back.

St. Josh was blinded by the smoky stench that filled the room. The bugs gathered and dispersed, causing the big fireball that had just exploded to create a vacuum area. At this moment, the wine on the ground had not burned completely. Then he saw a stick wrapped in white spiritual cloth coming towards him!

It hit St. Josh's sarcoma skull hard, causing him to tremble. He seemed to wake up from the pain, and he immediately wanted to flee to the ceiling!

He climbed up the main beam again, feeling that the locust cursed bug was blocking his way, so he quickly dismissed the helpers in front of him. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a burly man clinging to the beam, coming from the second floor.

Maguire stood just above St. Josh—

——What a pair of calm and terrifying eyes.

St. Josh was horrified to see this. Was this still the hesitant and confused patient he had seen before? Is he a weakling who needs psychological treatment?

There were thirty-three bloody holes in Maguire’s body, all of which were wounds caused by St. Josh. There were also fatal injuries on his face, shoulders, stomach, and even his throat and neck.

But why? Why does he still have the energy to fight back?

These wounds seemed to be blocked by a layer of special cloth, carefully sutured by this abominable and terrifying spirit, and simple hemostatic treatment was performed.

Looking carefully, the large blood vessel on the right side of Maguire's neck is still squirming, pumping blood repeatedly with the strong heartbeat. A thin layer of white cloth tightly blocked this fatal hole.

"Fuck you."

Before he finished speaking, the spikes of the oar pierced the flesh golem. The suture monster gathered several victims together. Lilia was the first possessed individual and the core of the golem. Maguire He stabbed the bloody center, and his body lost strength and fell down. He held on to the handle of the paddle board tightly, and the kitchen knife cut all the way down!

St. Josh began to scream in pain, and another head fell into Maguire's hands.

That was the head of Ike Maddens, with half of his torso and left arm attached.

Maguire succeeded again and had no time to take care of Ike. He poured some panacea on him and relied on his medical experience to quickly calculate the dosage. He felt Ike's heart was still beating violently and threw Ike away with all his strength. Outside the back door, throw it onto the dock.

He turned around and continued to deal with this devil——

——Saint Josh is dying and has lost two bodies. He can no longer be fierce. It seems that to this surgeon, the wounds on his body are nothing, and the puncture damage that this golem can cause becomes a joke.

"If I have something to say, please tell me."

St. Josh's body was unbalanced. Since Ike Maddens still had most of his body left in the golem, this part of his body had lost the command of his skull. It was like a deformed sarcoma, slowing down his body. shape.

He almost jumped to the main hall and fled, while discussing with Maguire, who was exhausted and exhausted behind him, angrily.

"Don't be impulsive. Don't, it won't happen."

Maguire was almost so tired that he fell asleep——

——He was cursed twice, once by the Death's Door Curse and once by the Locust Curse.

What’s next? he does not know

But the panacea is for five people, and there are still three people in need of help.

Just as St. Josh thought, Lao Ma didn't know what the spirit body on his body did. He didn't even have time to take a good look at this strange companion and didn't know its name. To be honest, he seemed to have never noticed how his soul and body moved? He didn't even know why those wounds stopped bleeding inexplicably——

——Because Maguire never lowered his head, never took a good look at his body, and had no time to take a look at his own condition.

He focused all his mental energy on the golem of St. Josh.

He didn't dare to speak, for fear that his rapid breathing rhythm would be interrupted. There was a saying in "Knight Combat Skills"——

——Unless the enemy's defense can be broken down, any words are redundant during the duel.

At this time, Maguire had a flash of inspiration.

"Mr. Joris!—"

He roared loudly, trying to defeat the enemy's will and completely cut off the cannibal demon's will to fight.

"——Take a look at the kitchen knife in my hand! Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

St. Josh seemed to be under a spell and had already run to the side door of the main hall to meet Sophia's body. He was in urgent need of nourishment.

"what? What?"

Saladin is a remote border town, close to the Mimir Hot Springs Market.

Hot Spring Market is a city that attaches great importance to catering culture, and kitchen and bathroom knives have strict requirements. There is only one knife factory in Saladin that is qualified to produce knives for processing the flesh and blood of disaster beasts.

"Does it look like the one that killed you? Look carefully!"

Maguire's beard had not been repaired for two days, and the sticky blood on his face covered his eyebrows and eyes, but it could not cover his hearty smile and white teeth.

"Hahaha"

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahahaha! I'm going to use it to kill you!"

St. Josh Joris's legs went weak, and he recalled the cause of his death.

Recalling that when he was still in human form, during Saladin’s magical days, everything was because of this terrifying knife—the murderous weapon that disembowelled him.

He finally lost all courage and entered a state of hysterical madness. He stopped running away and wanted to kill Maguire Copenhagen immediately!

He had to use the most vicious blood-boiling curse and evaporate all the blood from Maguire's body to relieve the hatred in his heart!

The devil straightened up while holding on to the water bar in the main hall. He recited a spell with his remaining two mouths at the same time and faced Maguire on the kitchen porch - only twelve steps away.

In just a few seconds, Maguire's eyes went blind. He felt that his dry eyes were rapidly losing moisture, his brain began to slow down, the blood in his body was about to boil, his skin began to fester, and strange things appeared in his body. The high temperature!

This fatal curse magic cannot be sustained, because the old horse has already crossed these short twelve steps.

He couldn't see anything, and just relied on his amazing memory and experience of the physical structure to operate again!

Time slowed down at that moment, and St. Josh tried his best to kill the unsightly surgeon, and his inner fear had completely taken over him.

"[Platina Jazz·Platina Jazz]!"

The tall god transformed into a purple gem emerged from Maguire's body!

Knock open St. Josh's devilish body with fierce punches! There was a deafening echo in the wooden house!

This voice drowned out the sinister and terrifying curse. Saint Josh wanted to continue casting the curse, but the flesh golem had already begun to quarrel and refused to obey!

The white cloth robes were like bandages, tightly sealing the mouths of the two victims!

boom! boom! ——

Two more fierce straight punches!

The golem's hands and feet were tightly bound with the cuff fabric called [Platina Jazz·Platina Jazz] and turned into a ball of rice dumplings.

Maguire picked up the knife and cut the meat ball in two, poured the elixir on it as holy water to exorcise demons, and then followed with a rain of punches!

This purple-red gem-shaped god opened his bow from left to right, as if he was beating meatballs. The cloth on the cuffs became less and less, until his complete naked upper body was exposed. After punching seven or forty-nine times, he could only hear the joints coming from the cloth. There was a snapping sound of reset, and Sir Platinum pulled the bandage, and two naked young men fell out of it. They had been cured by the panacea.

Maguire opened his eyes again, and the burly giant statue beside him tightly grasped the wizard's golden arm, as well as the shadow of Saint Josh. The spiritual ceremony was not over, and his spirit body was still trapped in this arm. among.

Ms. Sophia, who was under control outside the door, squeezed into the room, hoping to save her master. As soon as she climbed to the door of the entertainment room, she was poured the panacea and fell asleep, and there was no more sound.

The old horse was exhausted. He controlled his soul power to hug this golden arm, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

There's only one panacea for five people. There's only one panacea for five people.

There were many holes in his body, there was more and more blood, and his spirit body began to become dim. The excitement caused by adrenaline made him ignore the pain. At this moment these puncture wounds began to torment him, weakening him.

"Answer me! Answer me!" St. Josh Joris is still unwilling to return to Limbo. He wants to occupy Maguire's body. He only needs to wait until Maguire's soul power dissipates and the strong man's spiritual power is exhausted. In an instant, he will become the ultimate winner.

Maguire took the catalyst to the edge of the dock and sat down slowly.

"I feel like I'm falling all the time"

"Keep falling, falling"

"The world is falling apart, everything is falling, falling, falling."

He didn't have any strength left, and the vision he had just regained was leaving him.

"Mr. Joris, I have always respected you."

"I think"

He was panting like an ox, and without the help of Soul Power, the wound was opened to bleed again.

"I think the health of the mind is just as important as the health of the body."

"Before I met you. Ahem."

He was almost speechless, and the fatal wound on his neck began to show its severity again.

"How I look forward to Saladin. You and I. Can"

"Cough cough cough"

St. Josh didn't speak, and suddenly began to laugh.

Maguire: "We're in our respective posts."

Saint Josh's tone was cold.

"Don't be stupid, you are just like a child in my eyes."

"Maguire, your name has already been written on my menu."

"To be honest, after so many years of medical experience, your naivety is unique among my patients - maybe this is also related to the fact that you were born in the territory of the Red Stone People. This land is too kind to people. It can be raised With a brain as simple as yours."

"Fools are always the best helpers of evil. I like to deceive fools like you."

"Wait. What do you want to do?"

Maguire pursed his lips, laughed, and was speechless.

St. Josh shouted nervously——

"——You don't have any panacea anymore? Dead rotten meat is of no use to me! Hey! Tell me! You still have some in stock, right? You will drink the last bit of the panacea! And then in this Go to sleep at the dock! Leave your body to me! Right?!"

Maguire was elated. He rummaged through his coat pocket and took out his identification card and his blood-stained medical license. A lighter and an empty cigarette box, two packs of nicotine patches, a mobile phone and a bus pass for an intercity bus.

He opened his trouser pockets, and like a beggar, St. Josh watched helplessly as this kind patron took out all the change he had on him, but still didn't have the banknote he wanted.

A few Blood Butterfly shopping coupons, and a handful of lottery ticket stubs from the Hot Spring Market - Maguire has been buying sports lottery tickets, and also likes to bet on the Luna Cup. His wallet is full of commemorative tickets, starting from twenty-five years ago. He watches the Luna Cup every year. He buys new stamps and lottery tickets every time they come out.

"You're fucking dead! Maguire! You idiot!" St. Josh cursed.

The second before Platina Jazz disappeared, Maguire threw the golden arm to the Moon River Lake.

It rolled on the surface of the lake, was thrown tens of meters by the huge power of the soul, and disappeared into the sparkling lake bottom.

Everything went dark, Maguire thought to himself -

——That’s great.

Mr. Gunsmith, would you be proud of me?

Do you think the same way when you face the devil?

Will you proudly display your treasures to the defeated enemy?

These twenty-four hours are so long.

I wonder if my father is still practicing medicine in the ranks of mobile vendors.

Is he okay? Are you still energetic?

At the very beginning, he told me not to go to Saladin, because people cannot go back as they live.

Mimir Hot Springs is a big city with many doctors there, but Saladin doesn't have many doctors.

Mr. Gunsmith, have you found Beloberg?

I can't seem to think anymore, it's so cold.

It turns out that Saladin’s winter is really that cold——

——I have never felt it before. It is this body that is protecting me.

"I can not be reconciled!"

As we all know, if gold enters water, it will definitely sink to the bottom.

St. Josh's spirit was attached to the wizard's arm. He watched the lights of the town getting further and further away. He was gradually sinking into the mud and losing his freedom forever.

"Hey! Hey, hey! That flat-headed eel over there! Look at me! Look at me!"

The eels that burrowed in and out of the mud seemed to have no interest in the shining golden arms.

"Let me touch it! Touch it!"

As the fish swam, St. Josh grew more and more desperate.

He sank into the mud at the bottom of the lake and suddenly came across a skeleton arm——

——That was the remains of the unfortunate Dickens.

This set of bones kept St. Josh company, making him even more lonely.

"Brother, were you also tricked and thrown into the lake?" Uncle Dickens was lying in the mud, chatting with the devil.

"Fuck you! Who do you think you are? Brother? Are you worthy?" St. Josh has a bad temper. He still remembers the four little ones of the war gang who said this to Father Zhang Congfeng.

Dickens, the water ghost, was angry at that time. He had been thinking for so many years that if someone was willing to fish up his bones, maybe he could use his spirit body to do something to repay the kindness of the salvage team - but he didn't expect to meet him. Such a bad luck.

The skeleton immediately began to pupate its body, and the soft mud bed wrapped the golden arms, gradually burying Saint Josh completely in the mud.

"What are you doing?! Hey!" St. Josh exclaimed.

Uncle Dickens scolded: "You are a little Karami who is neither a human nor a ghost! You are still fighting against me! Go and eat shit!"

Until St. Josh's voice was completely buried in the mud, Dickens's skeleton turned over and continued to lie in the river bed, unable to move.

Half an hour passed.

Saint Josh finally lost his temper and felt the bitter loneliness in the darkness.

"Is there anyone? You might as well talk to me."

There were no loaches, not even insects.

"Hello"

He became interested and brave enough to return to Limbo.

Maybe the Lord of Hell is gone, and the ghost of the gunsmith may no longer be in the prison world.

This thought is like poison, like an irresistible psychological comfort——

——Like all patients in psychological counseling, St. Josh always says to them.

Just eat human flesh and you'll be fine.

Just go back to Limbo and you'll be fine.

A twisted devil's shadow fell into the endless funnel again.

St. Josh Joris felt the joy of weightlessness and felt refreshed. This half-hour of painful torture was like a kind of prison to him.

This is the life a devil should have! Playing and fighting in the human world, killing creatures, and finally getting away intact!

It’s a magical day!

But in front of the boundary monument next to the short slope, there was a familiar figure, and the shadow was getting closer and closer.

Jiang Xueming just stood there, motionless. I watched helplessly as St. Josh Joris fell on the boundary monument again and turned into a puddle of flesh.

"Are you thinking about me?" He tore the piece of meat off the boundary marker.

St. Josh's flat head returned to its original shape, and he was about to struggle and escape——

——From the steel claws of Fragrant Fantasy, "chickpeas" made of mountain rocks fell patteringly. The devil immediately lay on the ground, unable to run away anymore.

"One."

"Two. Three. Damn it. Why do these stones look so much like beans? Four, five, six."

Saint Josh raised his head tremblingly.

"Six, six. Six, do you want to use your terrifying fists on me? Beat me to pieces? Seven, seven."

The incarnation of the fragrant and dreamy god clenched his fists, and breathed out scorching air waves from his armor.

"YES! YES! YES!"

St. Josh's devil body was originally lying on the ground, but Xueming kicked it and made it fly up.

Half of his spirit body was blasted with several bones by this powerful kick, almost hovering in mid-air!

The shadow of the fist hit Joris's head, shoulders, neck and chest like raindrops! Pieces of bones were beaten into fine sand and gravel, with sticky dark demon blood splattered on the boundary monument!

St. Josh couldn't even cry out, his two corners were completely broken, his brain was all over the place again, and he couldn't think anymore!

Almost starting from the tail! The spine was broken, the belly was shattered, the chest was cracked, the mouth and nose were hollowed in, and the head was punched!

The two scarlet magic eyes make Fragrant Fantasy clutch tightly! Sent into the iron teeth and chewed up! Spit out a mouthful of stinking pus and blood! Sprayed on Saint Josh's shapeless face.

"It's so damn unpalatable! No matter how good a cook is, there's no way he can cook this piece of garbage like you!" Jiang Xueming was furious, and the wind of his fists caused a loud roar! Almost smashed Saint Josh's demonic body to pieces!

The sprayed flesh foam floated deeper into the prison world and landed on the faces of the three gatekeeper monsters. They just glanced at it, then retreated, got on the funnel-shaped slide, and fled all the way to other prison realms.

at this time--

——Maguire’s spirit body rolled down from above.

He seemed to be dead, confused and confused, and was about to fall into the prison of lust, cross the prison of greed, break into the prison of heresy, and lead to the hell of anger and violence. This is where he ends up.

The strong man shaped by the purple-red crystal stone was captured by Fenfang Huanmeng.

Jiang Xueming looked at this soul curiously. Judging from the facial contour of the stone sculpture, it looked inexplicably familiar.

"Who the hell asked you to come down? What a fucking unlucky person! Get back here!"

He caught Sir Platinum, and like a goalkeeper kicking the airy spirit body into the sky, he got all the way into the narrow gourd-shaped hole and kicked it back to the world.

On the boundary monument, St. Josh's flesh trembled with the shock wave of the kick.

Jiang Xueming reacted like a conditioned reflex and punched again.

The stone tablet at the junction of the Sex Hell and the Limbo Hell was broken into ten thousand pieces, and there was no longer any spiritual tide of the devil between the clear sky and the earth.

Xueming was finally convinced——

——This beast is dead!