Abyss Express

In the core area of ​​Aizong's Mausoleum, there is a scientific research complex covering an area of ​​16 hectares.

The podium spreads all the way down the pit of this oval-shaped tomb complex, which has almost hollowed out four generations of manpower in Daoheng County. The fish-human hybrids took over the physical work, and there were fifty-eight Tiangongyuan disciples specializing in psychic disciplines as division heads of various agencies.

Everything is just for one thing——

——That is to dig through the core of the earth.

The core area of ​​the complex is based on the sea of ​​Pompeii as the altitude standard. It is 170 meters underground and is also the main tomb of Xia Aizong. However, the previous emperor did not have the opportunity to live in this top-notch mansion, so it became Fike Mr. Wood's ideals and hopes.

"Teacher Abby, there are no new messages from Star Officer's Chaos Egg." The female assistant whispered.

Fickwood Abbey replied: "Death is coming."

The female assistant couldn't believe it. Although Haoshou Tianzun always believed that the gunsmith was not dead yet - but after hearing these words with her own ears, she was unwilling to accept this fact.

"Lingguang Buddha doesn't allow you."

Before he finished speaking, Old Abby interrupted: "What else could it be? My six star officers were so close to death that they didn't even have the strength to press the shutter. In just one minute, they were left in the archives. All the negatives turned into waste paper - their souls have returned to the earth, their souls were taken away by the God of Death, and they went to the dreamland one step ahead of me. "

"Facts speak louder than words, my little niece."

Mr. Fickwood patted the female assistant on the shoulder, looked at the nephew's work badge, and then pulled it off.

"Marlene, if you don't want to die, leave here as soon as possible."

Marlene Abby is Fickwood's distant cousin and a middleman who made her fortune following the Crazy Butterfly Cult. Since the end of the expedition era, this woman has hugged her uncle's lap tightly and has risen rapidly in the cadre system of the Alliance of Eternals—— With Lord Feather's help, she got the job of Tiangongyuan, and she no longer had to be a poor line-filler like other mercenaries, and she didn't have to face the cruel and cruel Nameless Doe.

"I am willing to follow you until the last moment." Marlene looked to be in her early thirties, but her actual age was over two hundred years old.

Fickwood smiled happily and immediately asked about work.

"Crystalline rock is hard. We also have 13 spare diamond drill bits, and the drilling operating temperature is below 400 degrees Celsius."

Marlene: "Yes."

Fickwood: "The lightning star is the basic unit of psychic energy. Now that the star officer is dead, what is the status of the other backup energy sources?"

"If it is to be used as a power machine at the bottom of the hole, it can match the mechanical power of an impact rotary drill. But turbine drills and screw drills cannot - the torque of these power units will gradually decrease when output is continued, and the working state is not stable enough."

The "Lightning Stars" mentioned here are the leading star officials that Jiang Xueming killed at the Baibeigang Hotel.

In addition to the internal and external affairs of Tiangongyuan, Fickwood's main purpose of creating [Lightning Star] is to turn these critical blood-donating nobles into pure flesh-and-blood mechanical power units.

The Lightning Star, which is genetically based on a fish-human hybrid, can provide an average power output of 743 kilowatts per person, which is approximately one thousand horsepower per meter.

Tiangongyuan’s ultra-deep hole drilling machinery is composed of twelve Lightning Star parallel engine units——

——You may be wondering, if you only need an output of a thousand horsepower, why not choose gas power? Or electricity?

Because the answer has already been written in the history books, for Fickwood, the most difficult thing to solve in the ultra-deep hole drilling project in Area 77 is temperature and pressure.

Mechanical engineering needs to face high temperatures from 150 to 400 degrees deep underground, and the air pressure reaches more than 150 MPa. Cables, oils, polymers, and steel are no longer reliable—almost everything will slowly turn into soft mud. The coolant will boil, and the pipelines for oil and electricity transmission will quickly oxidize and crack. If there is even the slightest spark, exceeding the flash point of the fuel will trigger a series of explosions.

Fickwood cannot solve these problems with scientific means, including Ao Mengde. This is the limit of applied disciplines in materials engineering in the underground world. Galahad Magic Academy, located on the edge of the Pacific Plate, can only look at the steep slopes. The natural chasm sighed sadly - human beings can no longer go on.

A long road was born, and around the subject of [Lightning Star], a murloc hybrid that was not afraid of the high temperature of hot springs was born, followed closely by a new, extremely unstable holy blood configuration.

Lightning stars can solve many problems. As long as there are enough human flesh, these stars line up deep underground and push and pull hinge ratchets in the most primitive way. They can replace the power unit at the bottom of the hole.

Compared with the huge industrial machinery, these hybrids are miniaturized and delicate. The psychic tide goes back and forth, and under the control of a parallel power sequence group, the lightning star's spiritual pressure itself is the best refrigeration equipment.

Fickwood needs Yajin and a lot of blood sacrifices to fulfill his ideals. He could only seek refuge in Judas, and Ao Mingde would never approve of this approach - even if the black cat thought King Xin was reasonable but illegal.

Like the underground sacred sun, Fickwood believes that his career is a bridge. It is an excellent opportunity for countless lives to communicate directly with Mother Earth. Sooner or later, there will be a sect like the Sun Ladder that worships the King of Fire—— As long as you dig deeper, the secrets of Yajin and the Original Seed are no longer secrets. The incarnation butterfly is not a mythical creature, but an experimental material.

"How is the progress of the specimen group?" Fickwood asked next.

Marin responded in a low voice: "The hardness of the rock core is within the allowable range of the program, and the natural fluidity of the rock cuttings has also been tested. It is a value that the mechanical engineering team can withstand - more than 3,100 meters down, the ground reconnaissance team The waveform given by the instrument is not accurate enough. It should be that the electric field of the original seed affects the observation results. "

"What about liquid and gaseous samples?" Fickwood took a brochure from the bookshelf in his office.

Marlene responded immediately: "The results of the six drilling sample points in the tomb cluster have just come out, and the best drilling location has been determined."

"Let's start tomorrow. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." Fickwood said, turning to the first page of the booklet.

The opening message contains a personal introduction to the British poet John Donne, as well as the title of the sonnet——

——"Death, don't be proud"

"Death, Death"

"Don't be proud"

As if he sensed that the end was approaching, the old man's mood was unusually calm.

Marlene didn't mean to be alarmed. Ever since her uncle read this poem, she seemed to have looked away.

"The formations here don't look like Conrad, and they don't look like Moho."

"No real life comes here except waves of all kinds."

Fickwood then read the poem——

"——How powerful and terrifying."

"You, you... actually don't live up to your name."

"You think that all living beings cannot escape death. Until now, I am still alive."

"Dreamland is a reflection of you, you make people feel comfortable and comfortable."

"The best among us have long since departed with you."

"Let the soul be saved and the body rest in peace."

"You are fate, you are chance, you are the slave of kings and madmen."

“Poison, war and pain go hand in hand, opium and witchcraft always work.”

"They are more powerful than you, so why are you anxious? Why are you bossing around?"

"Let me take a nap, Death, Death."

"Make me clear forever, and I will never die again——"

"——The God of Death is also going to die."

After confirming that the gunsmith himself was in good health, Billy and Foianini set off on the road with the intelligence, rushing back to the war command center to convey to Keshuai in detail everything that happened in Daoheng County.

Su Ling was not in a hurry and immediately entered the area of ​​Aizong Mausoleum. She found another restaurant in Baibei Port District and decided to act at night.

Jiang Xueming poured a panacea on his head as a hair growth agent, and now changed his clothes and transformed into a farmer with a slovenly beard. The local soldiers could not find this strange monster monk.

As for the changes in Fragrant Fantasy?

The moment it twisted the lock plate, Xueming quickly dismissed the soul power——

——He dare not engage in psychic research and invention in the downtown area. Moreover, SD’s spirit body is rich in sub-gold material, which is the spiritual essence of the original seed. If Fragrant Fantasy performs a hand-rubbing butterfly transformation for him on the spot, The picture was too beautiful and he didn't dare to look at it.

The formula that has never been used = will not be used still works. Before night falls, Xueming must follow Teacher Su Ling's instructions and clean up his spirit body - to ensure that this big steel cat will not be killed in the next assassination operation. It would be a disservice.

After explaining the basic matters and clarifying the time for night action, Teacher Su Ling went downstairs to pay the room fee, made a bed in the guest room, rolled up the plastic cloth as a sleeping bag, and fell asleep.

Xueming was not idle either. He still had four hours of free time. Before the meal arrived, he ordered a meal from the restaurant waiter and chatted to learn more about the local customs of Daoheng County. .

The waiter who receives guests on the first floor is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy who comes from a military family. His father is a messenger in the general's palace who sends letters and handles affairs. It is said that it is organized by the warlord government, but in fact he is just an errand boy.

When the waiter met the bearded nobleman "Zhang Congfeng", he was very polite. When he heard that the other person was a doctor, he spoke out everything that was in his heart.

"My dear sir, you came all the way from Japan and went through all kinds of hardships, just for one thing? Are you going to study at the Imperial Hospital?"

Jiang Xueming responded: "Yes."

The waiter sighed: "Then you can be regarded as a living Bodhisattva. My father said that those who travel to the sixteen countries from south to north and can walk across the Tonghe River must either have the means to reach heaven or have made a great vow - like us here Yeah, it’s so close to Xia Aizong’s old cemetery that I can afford a meal.”

Jiang Xueming: "Sounds like a story?"

"Of course! The old emperor didn't do many good things while he was alive!" The waiter didn't follow up one sentence to the next, and there was no logic in his gossip: "If the rice is distributed to Taizhou, it will also be the territory of eating the emperor's grain, and there will be an extra payment every year. For the three kinds of diplomatic taxes, I have to do corvee work, and the canal is still being built in Huainan County, Wujiang! At least four hundred laborers starve to death every year!"

"Fortunately, the old emperor died, and he died at the right time. General Chen and Haoshou Tianzun are here! I have the opportunity to serve you tea and water, right?"

There is a kind of strange and strange admiration in everything he said.

When the waiter talked about Tiangongyuan, his face was full of hope.

Jiang Xueming then asked: "Who is this Haoshou Tianzun?"

For a while, he couldn't find a suitable adjective, and his mind was stuck.

"Well"

The gunsmith was extremely restrained when discussing local religious idols. If the time had been set two or three years ago, his role would have been an anti-terrorist officer sent by the central government to suppress cults.

"Little brother, can you tell me about Tiangongyuan?"

The waiter said disgustedly: "You're an outsider, aren't you? Sir! If you want to know more about it, you can go to the Cai Family Ancestral Temple in the east end of the Bay Area. In the early days, gentlemen used to hold tea and settle cases. Later, when Haoshou Tianzun opened a school, there were many Mr. Shao failed in the imperial examination and became a volunteer."

"You want me, a person who has only learned arithmetic, to talk about the Immortal Family? I really don't dare to talk nonsense."

"If you insist on me saying a few words, he seems to be an old man."

The waiter scratched his chin and thought carefully.

"Just like an ordinary person, he is very talkative, and he especially likes children."

"I am willing to pay to teach people how to count. If I am good at numeracy, I can also open a granary to store grain. He is a living Bodhisattva."

"When Tiangongyuan comes to distribute food, it also selects good men and women to build the Aizong Mausoleum and make some strange mechanisms - if it is done well, they will be accepted into the inner sect and become direct disciples."

"I don't have the brain, but it's a pity that I can't get in."

"If I were to go to Aizong's Mausoleum, Guangzong Yaozu! I'm afraid the counselors around General Chen would yell at me to say that they were immortals when they saw me! Hey!"

This time Xueming understood. The local religious affairs in Tiangongyuan were in full swing and had been deeply integrated with the warlord's administrative system. He became a moral role model in the hearts of the people.

As for how these blood-giving monsters feed and how they collect blood sacrifices, I'm afraid they have already been cut and completed by professional violent machines.

Before Xueming could ask, the waiter had already told him the answer.

"It is difficult to achieve peace in this place. General Chen is guarding the end of Tonghe River. To the south are Sentai and Taiye, and to the north are the two countries of Huaibei, Songshan Island and Bailangguan. Those two generals are both ruthless characters - this Throughout the year, the autumn harvest is counted once, and the spring plowing is counted once. There are occasional festivals, and there is also a Midsummer Toast Festival. "

"There are three wars a year. If winter didn't come and go late, the recruiting officers in Daliang would have no time to rest. It's thanks to my father's ability, otherwise I would have to go to the front line to shed my blood."

The waiter has not yet adapted to the title of Chen Guo. When talking about these things, he still calls him "Daliang"——

——With such frequent wars in the agricultural era, changing the country's name does not seem to be a big deal to the common people.

It is this war-torn era that will create countless slaves. Families that have lost their main labor force have to sell off their property. The contents of the sale include not only land, but also the elderly, women and children.

People who become captives in wars usually do not have good results. Perhaps the blood sacrifices in Daoheng County are transported and exchanged through a small part of the war - this is another literal "exchanging children and eating". Eating one's own subjects is too barbaric and can easily lead to public outrage and rebellion, but eating the defeated generals of other countries becomes a heroic act.

"When will it end?" Jiang Xueming sighed -

——When he told this question, he was asking the waiter about the ultimate ideal of Tiangongyuan.

Any religious uprising must talk about a core doctrine. This is the banner of rescuing people in distress and rescuing sentient beings, and it is what the people care about most. Even if it is a bit illusory, it is worthy of people's respect and worship.

"Hi! It's tomorrow!" The waiter said excitedly: "My lord, you are in luck! The ancestral hall just came down to announce that tomorrow Haoshou Tianzun will ride on the fairy boat to meet the Grandmother of the Earth."

The so-called Xianzhou is an ultra-deep hole drilling equipment manufactured by the Tiangongyuan Scientific Research Complex.

As for Dimu Niangniang, that is, the localized translation of Shambhala, she is the original seed.

The gunsmith didn't understand at first, but after what the waiter said, he had no idea that the members of the Guanyi Sect would actually go deep underground to face Mother Earth - according to his experience in killing enemies, in the past, the cadres and leaders of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult were relatively small. A religious leader who was afraid of death, not to mention being reunited, had no fingers on his hands, and had never killed a few people in his life, would scream in pain even if he cut off even one of his fingers.

This Haoshou Tianzun actually wants to see Mother Earth? Is he tired of living?

"Looking at your expression, sir, are you scared?" The waiter said proudly: "In the beginning, Tiangongyuan came to Baibeigang to preach, and what he preached was the "Di Lao Jing", which said that blessings and misfortunes are interdependent and the cycle of heaven."

"Every living creature on the earth begs for food from the land. Peasants work in the fields, gentlemen collect rents from the land, generals work hard for a piece of land, and ministers travel to various ministries and states to regulate the fertility of the land. Transferring money and goods to various places.”

"The emperor is going to farm with a golden hoe on his back!~"

The waiter talks about his fantasies confidently, and there are also classic content from Tiangongyuan.

"All living beings are vying for this geographical advantage. There are massacres, cruel officials, and natural and man-made disasters. Haoshou Tianzun came to the grave of the old emperor just to see my grandmother and petition for all living beings."

"As long as Di Lao is willing to give out more land, wouldn't the problem be solved?"

"There is no more fighting and fighting, and there is no such chaos in this world."

When talking about this, the waiter's expression became more and more enthusiastic.

"It's not like the devils and ghosts are evil. How many alchemists want to eat a mouthful of human flesh? How about using people from one village after another, hundreds or thousands of people, as medicine guides to make elixirs?"

"Haoshou Tianzun is my idol!~"

The waiter said confidently.

"If I want to become such a big shot, I also have this ambition! I also have this ideal! All the beasts in the mountains and the dragons in the river will listen to me!~"

Jiang Xueming finished eating the noodles and threw down a silver dollar: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Hey, sir!" The waiter wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, the man with a slovenly beard disappeared.

Xueming chose a deserted highland and called for the power of his soul on the leeward slope of the rock platform.

"Fragrant dream!"

He wanted to test the ability of the spirit body and determine the state of the fragrant dream.

The big cat emerged from the body. It was still wearing a gold armor and looked at the main body with confusion on its face.

"Ah?! Gunsmith! What happened to me?"

Jiang Xueming felt like facing a formidable enemy: "I saw you were about to unscrew the lock plate on your chest. I was afraid of an accident, so I brought you to this place - there is no one around here, so you try to open the lock slowly."

FE204863's [Regret Medicine] and FE33031's [Fragrant Dream] have a keyhole on their chests.

During the period of studying at the Royal Court, Xueming not only mastered Pankrasin, but his spiritual body also underwent subtle changes——

——The knight armor of Fragrant Fantasy is filled up. It is this perfect and flawless breastplate that allows Xueming to use the "ultrasonic blasting fist". The essence of his Pankrasin is the control and application of sound waves. .

The same is true for Meteor. The swordsmanship practice with Teacher Beowulf allowed him to master part of the wolf swordsmanship, but due to this "weak" body, he was unable to exert the full essence of the wolf swordsmanship.

According to legend, the broadsword ranger Osin and the wise king Beowulf are both nearly two hundred and fifty centimeters tall. These tall "demigods" can take stormy arrow steps and make slashes that look like a strong wind tearing everything apart. cut.

After becoming a blood granting unit, Meteor took on the form of a werewolf and mastered the ability to control spiritual elements. His spiritual body underwent earth-shaking changes.

After the fragrant dream came into contact with the sub-gold substance, it must have changed. As for whether it was good or bad, it was hard to say.

First start experimenting with basic functions——

——Xue Ming was very dexterous. He climbed up the big banyan tree on the rock platform to dig out the bird's nest. After a while, he caught a little sparrow that was the slowest in flying and the unluckiest.

He immediately called out Fragrant Fantasy, and his spirit body and body reached out together to hold down the little bird's head.

As expected, the bird immediately fell asleep.

It seems that the ability of [Hypnosis] is still effective. The big cat's spirit and flesh parts have not changed in any way. It is still a cat with a strong expression of the BOSS's essence. The sub-gold substance cannot change its species - this is a good thing.

As for the lock, Xueming originally didn’t want to open it——

——The unlocking process of FE204863 was extremely difficult and dangerous, and after unlocking, the regret medicine turned him into a natural elf wandering among multiple universes, and he no longer had a stable material form. It has become something close to Laplace's demon.

But the keyhole's condition is no longer so stable. Now that Fenxiang Huanmeng bends slightly, the iron block on its chest will fall out. In this state, the hollow keyhole kept making noises, and he was unable to release Pankrasin.

After trying back and forth several times, Xueming's fist kept hitting the boulder on the ledge.

But no matter how hard he tried, the sound the spirit made was like a broken gong, and Pankrasin's seagulls could no longer be heard screaming.

Xueming had no choice. When one path didn't work, he had to try another one.

Without Pankrasin, once the dust crystal arrows are exhausted, he lacks the means to kill the enemy with one hit.

"Unlock it"

"Are you sure! You asked me to open it!" Fenfang Huanmeng was not sure at all. It clung to the lock plate tightly. The moment the "heart mirror" with a diameter of only eight centimeters on its chest was filled with steel, it The lock opening procedure will be executed naturally, as if it were full of clockwork - once the key is inserted, the lock cylinder will automatically start running.

Jiang Xueming urged: "Try to go as slowly as possible."

As the gear set was fully engaged, a strange clicking sound came from inside the golden armor.

After the disk was completely inverted one hundred and eighty degrees, it seemed like nothing had happened.

Fragrant Fantasy loosened her claws: "Is it over?"

Jiang Xueming: "Have you felt it?"

There was no change in spiritual pressure, or Jiang Xueming couldn't smell his "body odor", so naturally he couldn't feel his spiritual pressure. Without other reference points, it is difficult for him to make accurate judgments.

"Uh." Fenxiang Huanmeng frowned with a pair of colorful eyebrows, returned to the original body, and maintained the possessed state.

Xueming punched the boulder——

——Pankrasin’s howl sounded successfully!

Layers of cracks suddenly appeared in the stone, and the repeated sound waves of different frequency bands tore it into four pieces!

At the same time, Xueming's fist also began to crack. It was the damage caused by Pankrasin!

"No problem! It can still be used!" Jiang Xueming perked up.

The fragrant dream left the main body, and I felt very confused.

"Did this sub-gold substance just give me a new suit of armor? Does it think our tastes are too old-fashioned? Do we want to change from a Silver Saint to a Gold Saint?"

Except for the somewhat complicated action of unlocking the door, the basic functions of Fragrance Dream have not changed at all, including the basic power, speed and range of the spirit body, and the precision seems to have dropped slightly.

Wait a moment.

Jiang Xueming squinted: "I asked you to help me make bullets before, but you said you couldn't do it. You were lying to me, right?"

"Hey hey hey." Fenxiang Huanmeng just smiled without any change in precision.

So this dark gold armor is really just a color change? Does technology come from changing skin?

at this time--

——The rocks that Pankrasin knocked away suddenly changed.

The scattered smoke, dust and gravel slowly floated up, as if they had lost natural gravity.

They gradually float toward the dome of the sky, getting faster and faster, faster and faster!

"This is."

Judging from the familiar but unfamiliar natural falling speed, the direction in which it is subject to gravity has changed!

"Oh! My! God!" Fenfang Huanmeng held her head in her hands and shouted out the name: "This is the soul power trait of Kangqiao Johnny!"

Jiang Xueming said in surprise: "[Subversive·The world is turned upside down]!"

The moment he read out his true name, a golden arrow emerged from the palm of Fragrant Dream, and the big bow that originally belonged to the God of Love also extended from his arm——

——The sub-gold substance creates a new spiritual body.

The stones affected by the golden arrow of the God of Love fell freely for fifteen seconds and hit the grotto on the dome.

Another thick branch broke from the trunk and hit the ledge, causing a ball of blood to appear.

The gunsmith anxiously stepped forward to take a closer look. The little sparrow that had been sleeping soundly just now had turned into minced meat.

A strange gray color appeared all over it, just like the lead arrow released by Concho Johnny, the exponential gravity was exerted on the poor bird, crushing the bird's nest, breaking the branches, and crushing the little bird. Shattered to pieces.

Feng Fang Huan Meng was at a loss as she held the big bow, and pointed directly at the main body with her free hand.

"Brother! You're wrong!"

In the endless abyss, beneath the earth.

In the hell palace of Pandemaninan, Glory wore a dim golden crown.

The loyal and despicable Mr. Kangqiao knelt under the hot crystal stone platform. His tattered body was bound by the twisted limbs of the black horse, almost completely swallowed up, and merged with the strange horse that was constantly changing its shape——

——This power does not belong to the gunsmith, it comes from the dream.