Abyss Express

Chapter 721 Zugabe① [Dear God·Dear God]

Preface:

The uniqueness of our human beings can be mainly summed up in one word: "culture".

——Richard Dawkins丨"The Selfish Gene"

[Part①·The Long Journey]

The immortal feather master turned into a pool of meat paste.

Bu Liuxing hugged the BOSS and slowly walked towards the exit of the cave.

He had too many questions in his heart, too many incredible mysteries——

——But these are no longer important, no longer so persistent, no longer so hard to get to the bottom of it.

"I"

"I"

Since leaving the ship and landing, he has encountered powerful enemies again and again. He has hardly had a good sleep and no time to breathe. Gloria is like a grindstone, almost torturing Liuxing to a mental breakdown.

He won again and again, and lost again and again.

When he won, he was crazy and ecstatic, and when he lost, he was heartbroken.

Some people tried their best to live, some people would rather die than live, and some people followed the wind and left.

He was so tired that he could hardly say a word. At the moment when the powerful enemy was killed - just like Gloria's mood, Gloria was waiting by the water for the crying general to break through the fork in the cave and struggle out of the dark underwater vortex. This kind of loneliness and loneliness almost drove him crazy.

"Don't worry, I'm with you." The good cat held the oxygen mask, and when it saw the sun, it was also lazy and listless - it was too far away from the flesh, and was locked in a cage made of candy for five days.

The string in his heart was broken, there was no more powerful enemy that frightened him, no pressure of inspiration that suppressed his mania, no cold and piercing murderous intent, and the same - the warm and cheerful sound of the clappers that urged people to fight a decisive battle also disappeared in this noisy city.

He stepped barefoot on the solid moss, walked through the wet rocks on the beach, and stepped on the dry and hot beach.

——Time passed so slowly, and so quickly. After the tropical storm and the rain, snow and hail left the city, the sky was clear. The blood-red sunset near dusk was like a half-cooked egg. It was stained with a red glow in the mist, like a cowboy's scarf, blowing out bursts of hot smoke.

The comfortable salty and humid monsoon in the coastal area blew away Meteor's hair, rushed into his throat and nasal cavity, and caused urticaria and papules on his body, which was the overwhelmed body asking for help when the heart and mind were exhausted.

"It's so beautiful"

Meteor was not well-educated. Looking along the bay to the city, he could no longer walk a step.

It seemed that all the salt in his body had flowed out of the sweat, and his soul was shining out with the blood.

"I have another mission. There is more."

Meteor muttered incoherently, and he still remembered that he had to go to Huacheng Bay to help Wood Prak out of the siege, and there was a magic pool waiting for him to destroy, and there was also Fret Caesar's Horcrux, and there were nine layers of hell to go through.

"Little brother, you look like you need an oxygen mask more than I do." Good Cat put his life support equipment on Meteor's face - asking the out-of-breath general to take a deep breath.

Meteor took a deep breath of oxygen, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

BOSS continued: "Don't worry, don't worry, everything will be arranged."

Meteor took out the summoning bell from his tattered pocket. It was the only way for him and his wife to contact each other.

"The soldiers always travel between stations." BOSS raised his head and grabbed Meteor's hand, "When the bell rings, the waiter will always follow closely."

Meteor has never shaken this bell on his own initiative.

Because he thought, a man must make his family feel at ease when he is out there.

But BOSS pushed his hand and wanted to ring the summoning bell.

"We have to find a way to get this thing out." Qi Ji wanted to move MK-28, and the temporary command center sent an order that this thing must be taken to a safe place - MK-28 was too close to its detonation site.

"Not defusing the bomb?!" A soldier from the scout group asked, "Commander, should we remove the barometer and altitude meter? Or can we remove the conventional detonator?"

"It's too risky." Qi Ji said calmly, "There is no such person in the scout group. Have you handled a nuclear bomb? It came from more than 70 years ago. Who has such qualifications? Who has such experience?"

No one present answered, but they all had the answer in their hearts - the closest person who had the ability to handle a thermonuclear bomb was Wood Prak.

"The Nine Realms Headquarters sent a message." Brother Hong Fan from the scout group took out his summons bell, which did not belong to the combat team, but his passenger bell: "There is a message to be deciphered."

At the same time, the passengers and waiters on duty in the Dragoon Regiment took out their private summons bells.

These bells don't usually ring. Guangling Zhixi's warriors rarely bring bells when they are on a mission. After putting on the regiment's robes, carrying gear and wearing the regiment badge, they have to bid farewell to the exploration career and go to protect the people in the city. The bells often expose their positions and put themselves in danger.

As a second-level reserve team, they came to Shambhala to perform this rescue mission, but without exception, they all brought the summoning bell.

Qi Ji and several brothers in the regiment carefully carried the nuclear warhead, flattened it smoothly, and landed it on the paraglider cloth. They followed their companions to cut the parachute rope and prepare for the subsequent transportation mission.

"Translation?"

The second group of observers immediately said: "General Crying has won!"

At the same time, three groups of observers said: "He is fine, BOSS is with him."

"Their sending speed is very slow." The companion who followed Qi Ji from the headquarters added: "General Crying has no strength. The boss is ringing the bell. It cannot send messages quickly and can only use a bell to deliver the message. ”

The thirty-five people present did not say a word nonsense at first, did not express emotion, and did not cheer.

They maintained the greatest restraint, still remembered what they were going to do, and continued to complete the task in accordance with Mr. Gunsmith's execution standards. However, when a new bell rang, some people's will immediately collapsed, like a drowning person who fell into an emotional whirlpool. After climbing down from the dangerous peak and completing his personal stage task, he completely collapsed on the ground.

"Win?! Win!" This guy comes from the third group of scouts of the Dragoon Regiment. He is thirty-five years old this year. He is an eldest sister who has just entered the cooling-off period of divorce. She has a son and a daughter. Her husband is also her waiter. After five years of The summons bell at the Wang Council Director's Counter sent her new news.

She was almost in disbelief and could no longer control her emotions. This hot bell made her heart happy and allowed her to take a deep breath of oxygen from the fear of death in a nuclear explosion.

"Win! The crying general is not dead! Hey! Hey!"

"I didn't want to confess to him! I want to come here."

"Come to this hellish place"

"It's okay to give the child to him!"

She had already started talking nonsense, talking about the things she cared about and missed the most.

"I may not be able to go back. There is no way."

"I do not know what to do"

"Dear God"

Hot emotions are like an infectious disease, which is countless times more contagious than the Vita brand.

At the other end of the ocean, with the joint efforts of the director's counter and the head of the customer service department, the King Hunter found the people these warriors cared about - including Ah Hao's waiter, who was more than 20 years older than him, and who was also his teacher. Mother's waiter.

If you want to convey the news that everything is safe and sound across a distance of more than 8,000 nautical miles, you can only use these bells.

The more miserable wails came from the two candidates of Group 6. They lost their leader and handed over Jason Megan to his comrades who were proficient in medical affairs from Group 7. Before they had time to collect the remains and bones of the group leader, they were transferred to the special level. The hazardous materials handling team came to face the nuclear bomb.

Originally, Hou Zhiyong could overcome these emotions. As the scout vanguard of the sixth group, he has a stronger fighting will than the leader, and must come up with countermeasures as soon as he encounters the enemy. However, on the way to transport Jason Megan, he hesitated, and the group leader completed it for him. This time it was a suicide bombing.

He was twenty-seven years old. As a member of the dragoons, the regiment took advantage of its marching ability and served full duty with the unknown.

The observer in the same group as him was a twenty-four-year-old named Nathan Cooper—a New Zealand boy with reddish brown hair.

They had always maintained a relatively calm state to deal with the difficulties, but just as the team leader's summons bell rang, the brothers' will also collapsed.

How should I reply?

How to face all this?

"My dear little kitten" someone was whispering and sobbing. After finally having some rest, he leaned on the ledge and sat on the cold stone. He immediately stood up and looked at Commander Qi Ji worriedly.

The one-ton nuclear bomb was carried by six people——

——They gritted their teeth and embarked on a long and difficult road again.

[Part②·Together]

"Can you hold on? There will be a replacement for the next section!"

As a disaster beast hybrid, Mr. Hong Fan has amazing arm strength and is also a vital role in the transportation team.

The umbrella rope hung on Qi Ji's shoulder, causing two bright red scars. He could not bear the burden.

"My leader is with me."

Lady Luck never deserted them, ever.

Without Gloria to lead the way, this strange team moved surprisingly steadily.

Their memories are very good, and they can recognize the way they came from just once. Perhaps their railway career frightened them, so they wandered from cave to cave, spending lonely nights in front of the bonfire, looking at the walls. shadow, looking at the road map drawn with gray chalk and the simple portraits of relatives and loved ones.

We walked through a cave of more than 800 meters and an underground palace of more than 1,600 meters.

We walked through 1.5 kilometers of complex corridors and 3.6 kilometers of mountain roads.

Walk on the gentle winding mountain road of Mount Everest and walk down the steep and complicated rocky beach.

Walking to the Queshan Street of the Dionysian Church, there were ten shipwrecked crew members waiting for them——

——Of course, there are two little donkeys.

They stood ready, looking at the brothers and sisters of different surnames and races who came from the same place of departure and were raised in the same civilization.

MK-28 lay on the cart and was led forward by two donkeys who were not very obedient.

By the time he got here, Qi Ji's waist was almost broken. He couldn't imagine that this was something he could accomplish——

——Just a year ago, he was a shady "vampire" in the attic of a fast food restaurant, living a regular life of sleeping day and night.

The moment the baton was handed over to someone else, he almost collapsed, and his spirit collapsed along with it.

The commander sat down next to the breakwater and began to cry loudly, almost without any hesitation, so suddenly.

He thought of his friends in Lingyun Group, his home more than 20,000 meters away, and the simple IDs he met on the Internet. Thinking of all this, it seemed that all the connections had become closer, and everything was related to He is concerned.

It felt like I had been soaking in the dark sea for too long, and finally I could breathe.

The setting sun is about to sink into the sea, emitting a warm red glow. On the southwest coast of the East Malaysia Peninsula port area, you can see the sunrise and sunset at the same time, you can see laughter and tears at the same time, you can foresee life and death at the same time - this The road is too far, too far, too far.

"Today is the twenty-seventh, Friday."

The phased mission has been completed, and Bruce, the Crow man, withdrew from the headquarters. As a hybrid, he came to Queshan Street early to receive the nuclear bomb.

Arriving next to Qi Ji, Bruce talked about the war in Huacheng Bay.

"Fridays are always bad, the British love executions on Fridays, Jesus Christ died on Fridays. Cain killed Abel on Fridays, Apollo 13 exploded on Fridays. Everything sucks, my brother. "

"Where are the magic pool and the Horcrux?" Qi Ji raised his head and asked while wiping his tears.

Bruce took Qi Ji's arm and pulled the young and promising commander back into combat mode.

"There's good news and there's bad news. You don't have to ask which one to tell first, because it's all going to be told together."

"The war on the shallow sea beach has ended, but in the sewer system, Fred Caesar's four Horcruxes are still alive and kicking, and there is also a huge magic pool. The preliminary work of surveying the terrain has been completed, and a lot has been gained. ”

"A strong reinforcement came from the southeastern war zone. It is also the substitute teacher who often instills combat knowledge in you - Su Ling came here because of BOSS."

"Mr. Wood Plaque used origin magic again. After the phantom of the War King appeared, she held down the heads of the Horcrux father and the wildebeest knight and beat them up - but failed to kill them completely. From the original seed Yuan Zhi seems to recognize these devil's creations, and there is a sense of brotherly sympathy."

"They fled deeper into the underground waterway and waited for further instructions."

"The resurrection of Fred Caesar is only a matter of time. How to deal with this difficult devil has become a top priority."

After Bruce finished speaking, he pointed to the nuclear bomb on the donkey cart.

"You successfully brought it back. What Mr. Wood Placker means is that since there is a nuclear bomb, it must explode."

"Ah?" Qi Ji didn't understand.

Bruce then explained: "What is the safest bomb in the world? The gunsmith teacher once said - is it a dismantled bomb? Is it gunpowder soaked in water? Is it a flammable and flammable bomb with the fuse and explosives properly separated and stored? Explosive item?”

"No, the truly safe bomb is the bomb after the explosion."

"Friday is unfortunate, terrible, and the saddest day." Brother Bruce sighed: "But the weekend is coming soon, and the Sabbath is coming too."

A temporary military station was set up next to Si Yaoju Road in Huacheng Bay.

Teacher Su Ling, who has just arrived at the scene, is verifying the effect of the origin magic——

——The phantom of the War King only lasted for twenty-six minutes. She came to the material plane from Pandemaninan. The wildebeest knight and the father of the Horcrux were no match for this terrifying monster at all. They were beaten up by the black horse knight. He crawled around and rolled back into the sewer.

She wanted to confirm a fact with Woodpluck again.

"Can you really be resurrected on Saturday?"

Wood was sitting in the rest area of ​​the military depot, sipping tea and recuperating to prepare for the early morning blasting mission.

"Liar is a puppy."

Su Ling shrugged in vain, since she was not the one holding the nuclear bomb jumping into the magic pool anyway.

Yes - you heard it right, Woodpluck is ready to take the MK-28 into the magic pool and go straight to the Yellow Dragon.

As for Woodpluck's reputation in Shambhala, was he the Chosen One of the fertility god Amon or the goddess Io? Possessing the power of literal immortality on this special Sabbath day, Saturday?

Su Ling didn't know these things clearly. She didn't understand them. They were completely outside her cognitive realm.

At this time, Ms. Duran, who was also relaxing in the lounge, burped.

She had turned into a puddle of mud. Charlie Knight had almost drained her of her mental energy. She was in the same state as when she first arrived at East Malaysia Port. She made strange noises of unknown meaning and seemed to have swallowed several tuna fish. , half dead.

At this time, the sun had just begun to set——

——Flaviya has been following Teacher Su Ling, nervously listening to the two Morpho butterflies analyzing the current situation. In [Phoenix]'s system vision, a symbol suddenly popped up on his forehead.

[EXP+100]

[Number of kills +1]

"What happened?" Flavia was very confused. She clearly didn't do anything, so why did she suddenly increase the number of enemies she killed?

Maybe Gloria who turned into a bird biscuit can answer this question.

On the other side, Jason Megan was brought to the frontline military station by the soldiers of the scout team, ready to evacuate at any time.

In the medical area, Katyusha hugged her good husband and cried loudly.

"Sir! Sir! I thought you were going to die."

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Her cries were like air raid sirens.

Jason's limbs haven't grown back yet. Too much of his essence has been taken away by the incarnation butterfly, and his life is still hanging by a thread.

He was rational yet desperate, with little will to survive. His deformed torso was wrapped in a thick and warm blanket.

"Katyusha"

"If I hadn't"

"Didn't make it through"

"I"

"I hope you."

Katyusha scolded with more and more tears.

"What nonsense are you talking about! What are you talking about?!"

"You are not allowed to speak!"

Jason couldn't fight the vision of death inside him.

"It's just. It's just that my heart is too heavy. I can't bear it. I can't win it."

"Katyusha"

"No, no, no! No, no, no, no!" The waiter covered his ears, not even bothering to wipe his nose: "I won't listen!"

Jason whispered: "Are you willing to be a widow for me?"

The wedding of the two has not yet been completed, and the agreement to stay together for a lifetime seems to be over before it has begun.

Jason: "You are not allowed to look at handsome men or other men."

"Oh my god! You're starting to talk nonsense." Although Katyusha covered her ears, she could still read the lip language.

Jason: "Promise me"

Katyusha: "Where's the doctor! Where's the doctor!"

Jason was too weak to speak: "Don't drool while staring at the male model on the cover of a fitness magazine."

Katyusha: "My good gentleman is insane! What is he talking about?"

There was only the sound of popcorn being chewed.

Teacher Su Ling held a bag of dried corn kernels and asked Mr. Wood to touch it.

Then bright sparks burst out of the bowl, and there was a crackling explosion——

——She threw up the snack and dropped it between her lips and teeth.

"Wonderful."

The Evil God of Nine Hells, Lamashtu, was not surprised at all by the child’s failure——

——Frette Caesar once again failed to live up to her expectations and rolled back to the prison from the material plane in embarrassment.

"I've given you enough chances, poor little bug"

This evil god was condescending, looking down at the deformed child in front of him with his huge deformed beast body.

Fred Caesar has returned to his miserable and hateful disabled form, and all his powers come from the evil god.

"Mother! Mother! Please! Please."

"Give me another chance! Let me return to the material plane! Transform me! Transform me!"

"I will definitely kill all these unscrupulous bastards when I get back! I will take their most precious pieces of meat and offer them to you!"

The specific image of Lamashtu is difficult to describe. She has three heads, a lion on her left shoulder and a bird on her right shoulder.

Her belly was like a piece of gray and swollen donkey skin, each hand was a vicious two-headed snake, and there were apostle hounds hanging on her chest. She was suckling these children.

"You must be punished! You must be punished!" The blood-red skull between the lion's head and the bird's head screamed.

Countless dead souls poured in from all around the funnel-shaped ramp of the hell world. Their limbs were in dislocation, and most of them were strange evil spirits who had been tortured and lost consciousness. When they dug out the blood eggs from their stomachs, they had sharp teeth and sharp mouths. The red baby breaks open the egg shell - this is also a trophy collected from the material plane by Lamashtu as a vicious banshee who mutilated babies.

These infants had no eyes, ears, noses, and empty mouths. After receiving instructions from the Evil God and the Demon Mother, they immediately pounced on the deformed spirit body of Fred Caesar and began to feast on flesh and blood.

Fred suffered the pain of being devoured and almost went crazy from the pain. What he saw before him was the sight of the evil resentful baby eating his flesh and drinking his blood. He was so frightened that his spirit body split open and his head was split into two parts on the spot.

Lamashtu only felt happy in his heart——

——Since the last time, a strange spirit came to the prison world and beat her to pieces, almost leaving her soul. This bad breath has never had a chance to come out.

After finally seizing the opportunity for Fred Caesar to return to the prison world, he must squeeze this soft persimmon to vent his anger!

A few hours later, Fret's consciousness almost completely dissipated, and the evil god and demon mother barely spared his life.

When the two demons want to establish a kinship again and sign a flesh-and-blood contract——

——The dark bombs fell rapidly along the funnel pit in the prison world!

Woodpluck hugged MK-28 tightly, with an innocent and healthy smile on his face, followed by the loyal Horcrux No. 2.

The son of the giant was completely panicked, and could not catch up with the self-destructive desperado in front of him in the strange spiritual world with imbalanced gravity.

The wildebeest rider was left far behind, and the wildebeest's hooves were burning blue and could not catch up with the nuclear bomb.

The scary mother was standing still, squatting next to the rotten and smelly demonic pool of flesh and blood, scratching her head. She was followed by three or four baby nocturnal beasts that had just hatched from the breeding pool - this monster beast dressed as a black-robed nun. The mother didn't know what happened. She only knew that a madman rushed into the magic pool carrying a strange "black stick".

The last fat brother, who looks like a numb steel-nailed butcher, has just walked out of the corpse suture room. He holds two sets of elemental materials for otherworldly monsters in his arms. He has half finished the invention and is ready to call it a day.

And the master of their destiny, Fred Caesar, let out a shrill scream. When he recognized what was in his father's arms, he was frightened and fell into 100% despair!

A ball of pure light exploded in the center of the prison crater, and its round sphere expanded rapidly, swallowing everything.

It was energy, enormous and beyond imagination.

Frater hasn't finished speaking yet!

"I'm super! So——"