Abyss Express

Wu Xiuwen temporarily fell into an uncontrollable state of madness. This situation is very common during expeditions. In the gunsmith's opinion, many companions cannot pass this level. We have seen this type of symptoms of mental fragmentation and depersonalization before - Teacher Beichen who is now teaching in Galahad is one of them. Part of his soul will always remain in the battlefield with noisy artillery fire.

Sensing something strange about his companion, Xueming immediately came to the student's side, ignoring the strange crowd in the interrogation hall.

He reached out, took off his anti-cut gloves, and clenched his right fist to harness the power of the Heart of Steel. The spiritual power that gave birth to fragrant dreams must be used with all strength to send Wu Xiuwen into the dream.

On the other side, Xiao Qi felt the chain of psychic reactions from the Heart of Steel. She looked at her husband with a complicated expression——

——Although he didn’t know where this kid came from or what Wu Xiuwen’s background was, Xiao Qi’s excessively high madness index could tell that this young man had suffered too much mental damage.

Whether it was mental exhaustion or emotional stimulation, Wu Xiuwen was too tired and too exhausted to get a healthy sleep during the pupation stage. This kind of psychic was very likely to die suddenly and suddenly die midway.

"Can he be saved? You seem to care about him."

Jiang Xueming held Xiuwen's head tightly, and the boy immediately went limp. He picked up Wu Xiuwen, carried him to Jianxiong's side, and turned around to respond.

"He's come too far and needs a break."

The sun dried the bloodstains all over the long street, and the bright red grass and trees gradually turned into dark red.

Xiao Qi said in a smooth tone but not seriously: "You have found two more young and strong boys to accompany you? Tell me about this story when you have time, sweetheart?"

"What if I'm looking for a girl?" Xueming asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Hahaha! You can also talk about these weird things!~" Bai Zijin took off his helmet, revealing the contusions and bruises on his neck, as well as the blood splattered on his earlobe during a deadly fight with the enemy.

This was the first time that Zhao Jianxiong saw his wife. He was still in a daze, anxiously guarding Guan Xiangxiang, and had no more attention to give to the unknown hero - he was very confused in his heart, mostly thinking about his elder brother. I was thinking about Wu Xiuwen.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the gunsmith felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. Wu Xiuwen's mental damage was very serious, and Fragrance Dream had to consume most of his concentration to maintain that sweet dream.

He didn't talk to Xiaoqi about his family affairs, and he didn't have the energy to say nice things.

Xiaoqi's eyes followed the butterflies flying among the trees, waiting for her husband's next instruction.

After about six or seven minutes, everything seemed to be quiet during this period. All that was left was the boring re-reading by many officials in the prefect's mansion, and the sound of fireworks and firecrackers coming from the distance in the city.

When the shadow of the gate tower gradually retreats to the side of the stone lion, the sun also fully emits its heat.

The head of Yue Zhi Gongcao turned into a timer, gradually exuding a burning smell under the baking of the sun. Pale bird feathers grew from the hair on the temples. The symptoms of this dead head becoming more and more obvious.

Gunsmith: "I'm leaving."

Xiaoqi: "Together?"

Gunsmith: "Do you still have any ammunition?"

Xiao Qi first spread his hands, then checked the gun: "It's all gone."

Gunsmith: "Then if you can't keep an eye on me, why not keep an eye on my two students? I have a way."

"Okay." Xiao Qi didn't hesitate at all. She was very reassured about her husband, and there was almost no communication barrier: "When you go in, use the Heart of Steel to report to me that you are safe. I will definitely be able to find you."

The gunsmith checked the equipment for the last time. The next step should be the decisive battle in Taiye County, but judging from the intelligence obtained before the battle, the difficulty of this attack will not be very high.

The retainers killed in Yanwuping last night, the twelve divine generals Liu Ding Liu Jia, and this month's meritorious officers should be the most powerful high-value targets in the Prefecture's mansion - if Li Kunhai and his personal bodyguards have two The brush will not hide until dawn.

He was alert and on guard.

Step by step, they walked to the hearing hall, walked through the long garden street, and entered the tree-lined avenue, without killing anyone again. When the parents and officials of Taiye County saw the gunsmith, they immediately knelt down to greet the guests and did not dare to speak.

Arriving at the outer door of the trial hall, the state judge and Lingtai Cheng immediately opened the door for the enemy.

Arriving at the inner door, the gunsmith knocked on the door, but at first no one answered.

He knocked hard again, and the doctor's question came from inside the door——

"——What's going on?! Who's here!"

The gunsmith said: "Zhang Congfeng."

There was a burst of noise in the hall, and the noisiest one was Li Kunhai.

"He's coming! He's coming!"

"The demon monk is here! How to fight him! Judge the case! Zhongxian School! You go! You go!"

Colonel Zhongxian: "Ah? Me?"

Judgment of the case: "How can a lowly serving inspector of the sixth grade deal with this god? Mr. Li, do you want me to die?"

Li Kunhai was furious: "I don't care! Who can stop him?! I will reward him with ten thousand taels of gold!"

There is no one available around this prefect. He is the face of Taiye County, and the blood-giving monsters raised in his home cannot get close to him - he has to mix with these sapiens in order to keep his righteous skin.

Now that all the blood-granting monsters and immortal soldiers in the palace are dead, how can there be anyone to protect him?

Doctor Feng Yi, who had been making the prefect happy, was a clever guy. When Chengxin School and Zhongxian School were not paying attention, he secretly unlocked the inner door, picked up the bolt of the door, and opened the door to welcome guests.

The gunsmith finally had the "decency" to come in.

When the captains on the left and right saw this bloody black-armored murderer, they immediately lost their will to fight and retreated towards the courtyard wall, not even daring to show their weapons.

The gunsmith walked straight to the steps of the hall. When he crossed the threshold, the civil servants and military officers in the room involuntarily moved out of the way. Those who were sitting in the main room sipping tea and listening to the verdict, and the high-ranking and powerful ministers also stood up.

Li Kunhai, who was sitting in the main seat, looked pale, holding on to the chair handles with both hands, and his whole body was limp.

He remembered this outfit and this image——

——This is the "god of death" mentioned by Lingguang Buddha, with its facial features and armor shape, as well as the soothing spiritual stone (pyroxene) magic weapon. These characteristics belong to the gunsmith.

"You, you, you, you!"

Under the pressure of the gunsmith's spiritual pressure, this blood-giving monster almost showed its true form.

"You're not dead?! You're not dead?!"

Judah had already informed all his subordinates of the gunsmith's death through the elixir communication network, hoping to boost the morale of the Shambhala troops and prepare for an early counterattack on Eureka.

The gunsmith didn't respond immediately. He was searching for other blood-giving units in the house, and he was sure that there was only this one. He then stood in the hall, opened his helmet and saw people with their true faces. He wanted to follow the rules of Shambhala and talk about the benevolence, righteousness and morality of Shambhala with this group of meat-dog zombies.

"If I want to kill Li Kunhai, I will kill him alone, and tell him my true feelings before killing him."

As soon as they stood up, the faces of all the officers and generals changed, almost out of instinct. Most of them couldn't manage their expressions well, and their faces were full of joy - Taiye cannot live without a prefect, which is a good thing.

The gunsmith locked his prey and talked about personal matters with Li Kunhai.

"Judas is your boss, you have the elixir, give it to me."

"It's impossible!" Li Kunhai quickly begged for mercy: "It's impossible! Immortal, please forgive me!"

Gunsmith: "Why not?"

"Anyway" the governor still wants to keep the human skin.

The gunsmith asked in a trembling voice, his spiritual pressure surging.

"You and True Lord Kunwu are colluding inside and outside, killing the people of Taiye, performing evil sacrifices, and doing things for the monster Lingguang Buddha. I want you to abandon the secret and surrender to the law to atone for your sins, why can't you do it?"

"Aren't you going to arrest me? Why did you hide all night? All the helpers Yuezhi Gong Cao called are dead. I killed them."

"Are these immortal soldiers and generals not human in your eyes? They want to save you and protect you."

"Master Li Kunhai, why do you ask me to spare my life?"

"Still, you know, you know it in your heart."

"You are an ungrateful, despicable, cowardly dog ​​official who framed Zhongliang! Do you know that you are in danger?!"

"When I got to the street, I saw Guan Xiangxiang was about to be tortured with a guillotine. What crime did she commit?"

"Do you want to talk to me about the laws of Daxia? Li Kunhai?"

"Take off your skin! Or I'll dig out your heart! Take out your liver! See if there's any elixir in your belly!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the blood-granting monster could no longer withstand the gunsmith's spiritual pressure——

——The eunuch's body swelled, bursting through his official uniform, and his original beard immediately turned white, turning into thick feathers on his neck, and turned into an eagle-bird monster.

Just as the gunsmith said, the elixir was in his belly, near his diaphragm and near his heart and lungs. The holy blood of the insect nest in his belly was out of control. The moment the lycanthropy broke out, the strong hunger and thirst almost overwhelmed him. Driven crazy.

"Gunsmith. Gunsmith"

"Please please please"

"Don't kill me"

"The elixir is here. The elixir is here."

While his body was not yet fully transformed into a beast, he tore his inner clothes, revealing the sarcoma on his chest and abdomen. There was a dark red swollen eyeball embedded in the skin, and it looked like it was about to be covered with feathers.

With a puff, Li Kunhai became anxious and used his sharp claws to cut open his stomach and take out the contaminated seed of chaos.

This was originally Ao Mingde's trading tool, a payment terminal used for accounting in the human world. Through the psychic transformation of the Vita Brand, it became Judah's telephone station.

The gunsmith didn't step forward immediately. He could feel the strong psychic tide on the blood-giving monster - this was the Wings of Light, a red morpho butterfly. Even if it was motionless like a dead man, it would take two more shots to get close.

He quietly observed Li Kunhai's complexion and waited until the blood was completely drained before he dared to take back this vital prop.

After the prefect turned into a monster, more than 30 officers and generals in the hall hid in corners, but they didn't mean to scream. They had already expected it in their hearts - whether Li Kunhai was a human being seemed to them. Not that important.

"I want to live! Gunsmith!" Li Kunhai urged, stretched out his toes and handed out the elixir, "Let me live! Let me live! I can help you!"

The gunsmith still didn't respond.

Li Kunhai's voice is hoarse, and without the blessing of the elixir, he is getting weaker and weaker.

"Every one of these officials in this room has been blessed by True Lord Kunwu to some extent. The Rakshasa in them is still there, so Kunwu is not dead! Since Kunwu is not dead! Why do I have to die?!"

"I can live too! I have value. I have it!"

Gunsmith: "Tell me about it."

Li Kunhai: "I know many, many, many things"

Gunsmith: "Focus on the key points."

Li Kunhai's throat has completely transformed into a beast, and his voice has changed.

"There are three vital feathers in Judah's alliance. As an important manager of the southeastern checkpoint to command the demons, I must also cooperate with these feather masters to raise fairy fetuses."

"If you fight Judas to the end, you will not be able to get around these three feathers."

"These are the last three trump cards of the Alliance of Eternals. These three people will always protect Judah and are his life-protecting talismans."

The gunsmith slowly approached the monster, convinced that Li Kunhai had no ability to resist, and even his breathing intervals had slowed down.

The sun shines in through the inner door, and the prefect still maintains the half-kneeling posture of handing over the elixir, prostrate on the carpet.

"Take it. Take it to the gunsmith."

"I want to live, I want to live."

"The soul power of these three Feather Masters."

"I know all their names"

Jiang Xueming tried to pick the elixir. He took out a roll of emergency bandages from his carrying bag and wrapped the seed of chaos in it, trying to get away quickly.

A strong spiritual energy surge erupted from Li Kunhai's body, which was a sign of the activation of soul power!

Xueming only felt that the bandage that came into contact with the elixir melted quickly. Its texture was originally rough textile, but it turned into liquid in an instant!

The fabric became "sticky" and hung like a puddle of muddy water between Li Kunhai's toe claws and Xueming's palm.

The elixir is still connected to the blood of this monster and can be used as a flesh-and-blood medium to activate the soul power! Just like a gunsmith can use his severed fingers to unleash fragrant dreams!

This section of liquefied bandage quickly turned red. It absorbed the blood in the prefect's body and turned the cloth into a new soul power catalyst——

——This process is very fast, almost only a few tenths of a second.

Xueming had no time to react, and the right hand connected to the bandage began to melt.

First, the nails on the backs of the fingers, and then the palms, together with the heart of steel, turned into soft mud! The right hand was folded down and limp, just hanging to the side, and the arm was slowly turning into liquid!

It didn't break or bleed, it just turned into a highly viscous liquid. It felt no pain and didn't seem to cause any harm.

"What are you going to do?" Jiang Xueming immediately took out a knife with his left hand and prepared for the slaughtering process.

Li Kunhai said pitifully——

"——I am useful"

"My immortal power, my magical power."

"Is my soul power useful?"

"Is it useful? As long as it's useful to you, I won't die. Right?"

It seems that this psychic ability can turn any object into a liquid state, but it has little lethality. After the Heart of Steel was affected, the pyroxene jewelry still worked.

The talent of this red morpho butterfly only stops here. It may be sent to modern society and a fluid mechanics laboratory to continue to shine in this field.

"I want to live"

Li Kunhai Shen Shen muttered.

"I know a lot. I know everything."

"Let me live as a gunsmith, you definitely don't want to kill me."

"I"

But the gunsmith didn't give him this chance. The sudden psychic reaction was like a nuclear bomb. When Li Kunhai unleashed his soul power on the gunsmith to show off his talents, the gunsmith had already begun the execution process.

Belloberg stabbed the beast through the head. The eagle-bird monster was still wailing, and he had no time to turn his head into liquid, but even after it turned into liquid form, Belloberg's high temperature could still roast his brain.

“No, no, no, that’s not right.”

"you can not"

"If you want to know."

The gunsmith didn't have much time or opportunity, and he had no intention of testing the poison on his own body. He was much more cautious than the god of death that Li Kunhai expected.

This time it was Hunwei’s harassment, what will it be next time? Do you want to give these ogres a chance to counterattack in the second round? Xueming would not be so kind - according to the battle plan, there would be no room for cooperation.

"Spare my name, Lord Feather."

"Master Feather's name is Fayi Fayi Frosalin"

"Fayi."

The Eagle Bird's body gradually became limp, and Beloberg made a deep hole in his head, from the temple to the Tianling Gai.

After the psychic power expired, Xueming could feel that his right arm returned to its solid form, and the limp arm changed back again. Only then did he feel relieved, packed up the elixir, and waited.

When the sun burns this monster into ashes, it is certain that it will not be resurrected——

——Yes, he is finally dead.