Abyss Express

"I don't have time for your boring rocket launch routine. I have a lot of work ahead of me."

Judas was slumped in a magnificent sedan chair, and eight blood-giver bearers carried the carriage. As a religious icon of the Alliance of Eternals, he must maintain dignity at all times.

"I have to leave tonight."

At the intersection of Changfeng Avenue in the Aizong Ling area, Mr. Fickwood was dropped off here and did not plan to follow him any further.

He did not intend to tell the leader a word about the war intelligence around the Baibei Port area - including the scouts from the Gate of Wonders and Kuai Dao, as well as the recent sudden death of the star officer. Break your teeth and swallow them.

The old gentleman was very frightened. Maybe in a few days, the unknown person who knew Judas's whereabouts would come and kill him. If Judah continues to rely on the Tomb of Aizong, his deep-hole drilling complex will also be reduced to ruins - his ideals will be shattered and turned into a vain dream in the flames of war.

"That's not a rocket launch program, my leader." Although he hoped that the boss would get out of the house quickly, he still said hard: "That's a deep-hole drilling project. I didn't mean to correct you. That's it."

"Who cares?!" Although he couldn't see his expression under the Yakin mask, Judas's impatience could be heard from under the cloak: "Aren't they all wasteful things that cost money?"

"What if you put your energy elsewhere? Fickwood! Your soul has great potential, and your spiritual talent could have created more valuable careers! But you have let me down time and time again."

"How many times is this? How many times has this been your attempt?"

"Tell me, starting from the surface, then going underground, choosing a site from District 67 to District 77."

"How much did you spend on me? How many people were taken away? How many blood sacrifices were wasted?"

Judas's voice became louder and louder. He wanted to continue to maintain his leadership style in front of the cadres.

"You, your blessed holy blood, and the latest version of the lightning star genetic configuration have indeed helped the alliance a lot, but at what cost?"

"This business is a loss-making business - to be honest, I feel like I'm doing charity."

"Fakwood Abbey, my dear Lord Feather."

"Axue has replaced Gloria Sebastian's position this time. I believe you should also understand that my life-protecting feathers are not irreplaceable. Don't think that because you have such a little talent, you can sit back and do whatever you want."

After finishing this Pua speech, which was behind the times, Judas felt extremely relieved. He looked at Old Abby, who bowed his head and said yes repeatedly, and was sure that the other party had no rebellious intentions in his heart. The suspicious Judas finally put his heart back into his stomach, and the anxiety caused by Gloria's death gradually dissipated.

"And you keep emphasizing and talking about the gunsmith."

Fickwood immediately responded: "Yes, according to your opinion, he is already dead."

"This is right!" Judas was overjoyed: "This is right! This is right! Abby! My dear Abby! This is right! How did he die?!"

Fickwood: "Weak Homo sapiens can't compete with time. Everything went as you expected. The weak Night Devil was injured by the Storm Eagle and died on the train bound for Balazon. He died in Ao Menming The side of virtue's bed."

Judas: "That's right!"

Fickwood: "Our Lord is wise and will surely lead the Alliance back to Eureka."

Judas: "What else?!"

Fickwood: "We will definitely be able to return to the Nine Realms. The underground order will be completely reshuffled. The starting point of civilization is determined by the writers of history, and the end point of civilization is determined by you."

At about four o'clock in the morning, before sunrise at Shambhala, Judas had to leave.

Fickwood's words made him feel happy and ecstatic - this was what he wanted to hear.

As his caring little cotton-padded jacket, Faye Florsalin sang to Judas every day, but she felt tired after listening to it too much - after all, she couldn't feel the warmth after being soaked in warm water for a long time.

His thoughts need stronger stimulation. The lonely soul that has crossed the long river of time needs to confirm its own time and space coordinates at all times, and must make more changes, such as changing Fickwood's thoughts.

Even if it's just a few words of verbal flattery and letting old Abby bow down in front of the cadres of the alliance, it's enough.

Now is the critical moment when the alliance is in danger of deciding whether to live or die. An informant from Eureka Volcano City has sent news that as long as we continue to operate and maintain the "True God Religion", it won't be long before this prosperous port will return to its original state. Under the control of the Wings of Light.

He was not aware of Marshal Crozo's strategic intentions at all. Four major ports, including Eureka, and even the capital of Zula, a large agricultural region, were disturbed by Protestantism. The decision-making units of these cities gradually began to devote themselves to charity. , laundering money for personal gain through funds hosted by the church - this is only the first step, the second and third steps are the reconstruction project of Platform Zero.

The carriage was on the road again, and Judas lay lazily in his chair, still dreaming of the dream of eternal hegemony.

"Hahahahaha"

He couldn't help but laugh, thinking again about the loss of caves in the southeast war zone, and suddenly felt a strong sense of peace of mind.

"You are so proud and ruthless! I laugh at your eagerness for quick success! You just finished a big battle and you dare to come to Shambhala to fight me!"

In the more than a year since Pellerini's death, all the tips Judah received pointed to one result.

The Guangling Zhixi War Corps is going to have to reduce its military forces on a large scale. Soldiers who are used to eating the imperial rations of the legion and originally had a stable job have to return to blue-collar jobs to participate in post-war reconstruction. The political difficulties brought about by this part of ideological work are not something that can be solved in a short time.

Judas would naturally put himself in the shoes of Aohen Mingde from his own perspective and think from the perspective of his opponent.

This is the post-gunsmith era, an era when the underground world is recovering from serious injuries and needs to keep a low profile.

With his own administrative ability, it is difficult to maintain the normal operation of 62 regions under the restrictions of the "Guanjue Convention" - because the United Nations Security Council does not allow Aohen Mingde to establish a country. Without a mature political concept and a highly cohesive religious entity, the different laws and customs of these administrative regions will become the beginning of various conflicts.

The loss of Platform Zero means that a great deal of power has been returned to the local governors. For the Transportation Department, the management cost to be paid is also super doubled. Once the cruel order that was originally stable and built by the ogres was broken, in order to restore the balance and avoid the barbaric era of civil strife and civil war, Aohen Mingde must have tried his best.

This time, a large number of Guanglingzhixi war groups appeared in various parts of the southeast. The intelligence obtained by Judah showed that at least 13,000 armed forces had created multiple armed conflicts in various parts of the southeastern state.

In fact, there are only more than 2,400 people in the hands of Coach Ke, including two-thirds of the logistics supply line personnel. Only 1,200 mixed synthetic brigade soldiers mainly composed of quick swords actually participated in this offensive operation.

This kind of data information with great errors made Judah more and more confident in his judgment.

He believed that Aohen Mingde must have lost his mind, and the members of the think tank fell into a methodological misunderstanding and fell into the trap of inertial thinking.

"Everyone in the various administrative districts managed by the Transportation Department believes that as long as the Mad Butterfly Saint Cult is driven away, everything will be fine."

"It is this idea that has led to this ocean landing operation." Judah said disdainfully: "What's the point of coming to Shambhala? To solve the employment problem of the war group? Are you afraid that the elite soldiers in various regions can't find the enemy, lose their jobs, and the problem of overproduction on the military assembly line can't be solved?"

"Hahahaha! Aohen Mingde, you are just like that."

"A strong fortress is always broken from the inside. Don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Whether it is the "gunsmith is dead" said in the mouth, or the emptiness in the heart, these are all symbols of the continuous opening and closing of the death door and repeated unlocking. This series of tactical intrusions opened by [REMIX·Remix], one after another, has created the dilemma of the current Eternal Alliance.

Judah believes that the problems he cannot solve, Aohen Mingde will definitely not be able to solve.

Judah believes that the flood and beast that appeared in the governance of Shambhala will also appear in the Nine Realms Continent and even the secular world.

Because society is made up of people, and society is what people are like - no matter how the times change.

He was trapped in a cage, which existed ten years ago and has never changed.

Through the gaps between the bars, he could see the miniature outside the cage, but he had never fought with the tiger outside the cage, nor had he been threatened with death - no matter what, Judas would not face the gunsmith directly. In the leader's mind, he always thought that the person sitting across the chess table could only be the supreme leader of the underground world.

As for the gunsmith, a violent machine, he was also a chess piece fighting on the chessboard, a tool man.

The tool man under his command could not defeat this chess piece, and it was just a temporary loss in the chess game, and he could save the decline through various operational methods.

He was more confident than ever, and more vulnerable than ever.

When he saw the spirit of the gunsmith in the Hell of the Betrayer, he would be hysterical and lose his mind, and would be confused and surprised.

- Why could this chess piece come directly to his door and kill him, a chess player?

Apart from being suspicious and looking for trouble, Judah had no other thoughts. Everything went according to plan. Even if Guangling Zhixi's army came to Shambhala, he was not surprised at all.

All the living beings in this land are meat dogs. The death of the meat dog at home is just a loss of property, which can't hurt his bones. On the contrary, the ports in various administrative districts can steadily advance religious undertakings in good weather and rain - this is his core asset.

The more fierce Aohen Mingde made in the southeast, in Judah's view, it meant that this little black cat was getting more and more anxious - it couldn't catch the invisible enemy, and could only get angry at the flag of the Eternal Alliance.

For Judah, all of this was something that could be discarded. This alliance could change its flag, change to another form, change in a thousand ways, find a suitable host, and spread out in another land. All of this was acceptable. As long as the enemy began to obsess over destroying a symbol and smashing a statue, they often ignored Judah's true intention.

For thousands of years, this has been the way for the leaders of the alliance to survive.

At the same time, Fickwood Abby also breathed a sigh of relief.

There were only three hours left before the deep hole drilling project officially began.

After sending the leader of the alliance away, he devoted all his energy to his career and his ideals.

While organizing resources and mobilizing construction personnel from various departments, Mr. Abby could still feel a strange call——

——That was the breath of the god of death, it was the gunsmith calling him, and there was a wonderful spiritual pressure that affected his thinking all the time.

He didn't have much time left, it might not be a few days, it might only be an hour or two before the gunsmith would be in front of him.

He only hoped that Hunwei could help him again, help him delay this night demon and block the pace of this god of death.

The little niece saw her uncle's face gloomy, so she asked one more question.

"Mr. Fickwood, are you okay?"

"He's coming. I can feel it." Fickwood looked out the observation window at the deep-hole drilling supports that the complex had erected in the underground palace. That was all he expected.

Marlene's little niece asked: "Who?"

Fickwood: "Death is coming"

Marlene was not ready to die yet. Although she did self-hypnosis, when she heard these words from her great-uncle, she still felt that she had not lived enough and was not willing to die like this.

"But the Immortal just left."

Fickwood held his wrinkled forehead, his face was like a dying tree.

"We all have our own careers and our own ideals, whether good or bad, the dean doesn't understand, he doesn't understand."

"When you are obsessed with your own career and moving towards a goal, you don't feel the passage of time or the changes in the environment at all."

"I had to send him away. Anonymous followed him after smelling his scent. In order to ensure the smooth execution of the plan, today is the last day."

"Today, I have to drill down and take a look at the center of the earth."

Judas didn’t know, and there were many, many things that were unclear.

The Huimeng uses pure interests to win over people's hearts and build an immortal secret society. This is the core appeal of most Huimeng cadres.

But on the eve of the imminent collapse of the Eternal Alliance——

——His three life-protecting feathers didn’t think so.

When Judah was weak and weak, the Zero Platform of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult was uprooted by an unknown person. Gloria Sebastian had already set up another mountain and seemed to have been waiting for this day.

In order to resist the emptiness brought by a long life, she wants to pursue a brave and free life and have fun.

When Judas needed comfort, regrouping, establishing a corporate image, and regaining the core power of the Alliance, Fickwood Abby was working hard for deep hole drilling, and he had no extra energy to take care of the leader.

Also in order to resist the emptiness brought by a long life, he must pursue his ideals and complete his exploration career.

As for the newly promoted Feather Master?

Ashue is an out-and-out crazy butterfly cultist and a very pure follower of the Unity Sect.

Judas had no way to rely on this kind of young man with a weak will to survive, to confide his many inner thoughts——

——The Storm Eagle who understood him best is dead.

Even if this lapis lazuli wolf dog that ate human flesh turned into a noble life-protecting feather, one day its mental state might be shut down, and it would crash into the body of the incarnation butterfly while shouting "Reunite".

Then we gave the camera to Billy the Kid and to Foianini, and temporarily moved the camera position. Sixteen kilometers away, in the lower reaches of the Wujiang River, in the rapid river, a passenger ship was going down the river.

Could something go wrong with Judah's last protective feather?

"I have been pursuing something, just like butterflies and bees chasing flowers, chasing nutrients in nature in order to survive."

"After solving the most basic survival problem, I have many ideas that go beyond just living an ignoble existence."

"Priest Judas, if you keep living, just living, what is the meaning of living itself?"

Faye Florsalin, she is Judah’s last feather, the closest, most trusted, and safest insurance.

At this moment, she was sitting on the second floor of the passenger ship, above Billy Horn's head.

She was wearing a gray burqa, hiding her face in the shadows, holding a photo in her hand, which was a photo with Billy Horn on the train——

——This photo came from not long ago. If your memory is not good enough, then go back to Chapter 15 of "Volume 25丨Pastoral Events"·Small Town Girl.

In this section you can find some clues.

Fayi followed the recording of the WALKMAN and listened over and over again to what Wang Xiaomei, the announcer at the director counter, said.

"The first relationship in life is like a chance encounter on the train. There will always be regrets and the imperfections of youth. Something like this also happened on the journey from District 54 back to District 1 of the Nine Realms. "

"In order not to disturb my good friend's sleep, I decided to sit separately from Foianini, went to another carriage, and found a seat at random."

"Another strange girl found her seat. She and I were side by side, and neither of us spoke."

"Maybe it was the anonymous craftsman's badge that gave this girl an inexplicable sense of security. She actually fell asleep on my shoulder."

"There were so many people coming and going. Travelers would take a second look when passing between the carriages, but I couldn't move at all."

"Two hours later, she stood up with a strange expression, still without speaking, and hurried away into the distance, to a small town I had never heard of or seen. We parted ways for the day, and one day we would meet again. "

Fayi cut off the audio of the WALKMAN, then stretched his waist and yawned.

"He didn't recognize me, which is a good thing. It shows that my ability to change my appearance and my role-playing skills have been perfected."

"Master, I don't understand. I can't understand my behavior. Why do I still want to take a sneak look at him after the mission is over?"

"Come to him quietly and spy on him from a distance, or be bold and sleep on his shoulder."

"It's just that when I left, I felt empty. I don't know, I don't understand."

"I have many [lovers]. In order to gain their favor and obtain survival resources, I can self-hypnotize myself, change into various personalities, and change my appearance - since the time I was born, women have been He survived by being so dependent on men.”

"Sun, can you answer me?"

The Great God Amun outside the window had just flown over Shaoyun Peak and over the second ridge.

The sunlight shining from between the waterfalls did not hurt the blood-giving monster. Instead, it made her vitality and blood strong, and her complexion became better and better.

"Billy Horn, you are not a distinguished man."

"You and Foianini are from Bolivia, and you moved to South America with your Mexican ancestral drug trafficker family."

"I know everything about you. Your father was a down-and-out reporter. By his generation, the drug trafficking business had stopped. Because he often reported on current political news in Mexico, he was hunted down by the gang hired by the political party. He fled with his wife and children. to Brazil.”

"You are young and ignorant and don't understand anything - you only know that telling the truth will cost you your life. There is no justice in this world. Your father just took pictures of the coast, the resort and Slums, you, an innocent child, have to say goodbye to your hometown."

"The wandering life caused you to lose this family. Your mother divorced your father with two younger brothers, and you became your father's spiritual comfort until he began to fight for his life to save himself."

"It was an accidental, casual reminder."

"Billy Horn, after your father had diarrhea for three consecutive months, you occasionally reminded this stubborn fifty-one-year-old man that he should go to the hospital for a check-up."

"So Old Horn found out that he had rectal cancer. This was a fatal blow to your family."

"Father Horn quit his job at the winery, started writing again, and took his camera to expose the social truth. He once again returned to the U.S.-Mexico border. In the last moment of his life, he wanted to let you know why he did what he did. To make you understand what this country relies on to elect a president and what it relies on to determine how millions of people live.”

"In order to seek medicine for your father who is seriously ill and dying, you followed the guidance of the ticket to the underground world, but before you could deliver the medicine, he died."

"You followed this weak and sick man for the last part of the journey, until he died in the motel. You didn't know, you didn't understand, you couldn't understand why a twelve or thirteen-year-old kid had to suffer like this."

"Perhaps this money can be turned into treatment fees and inheritance, which will at least allow little Horn to live in peace for a while and receive an education from normal peers."

"You always said that if I had a more powerful father, I would become a great person."

"I know everything. I've found out everything. I care about you so much."

"You say you want to live with a rich woman, no matter whether that person is good or bad, but if you follow Anonymous, you become a fighter against counterfeiting who is not afraid of death."

At this point, Fayi started to laugh, a strange smile that was a little sarcastic and envious.

"I can't believe it. It's hard for me to convince myself that you are really stupid. You don't listen to advice when you do things, and you never consider the consequences."

"It's so easy to get to you, just pretend to be a victim, squeeze out a few tears and you see me in the ghetto."

"I can't stand the way you cheerfully introduce me to everyone you meet - it makes me panic."

"Every main member of JoeStar has met Faye Florsalin and this fictional character. I will tell the story and the life I made up over and over again, as if I believe it myself. It seems like I believe it myself.”

"It seems that I do have a father from the melee gang, an unfilial brother, and a miserable mother."

"It seems that I am indeed that person, Billy. When you brought me in front of Ao Ruomingde, I was almost scared out of my mind."

"You seem to have conquered the whole of Europe and tied me as a trophy to your motorcycle and your horse. When you meet familiar people, you will say - this is my lover!~"

"When you meet people you don't know well, you will say - this is my lover!~"

"I suddenly overlooked one thing"

Faye Florsalin is the protective feather of Judah.

Her soul's real name is [Skyborn·Tianshi], and her specific ability is to bring things from another world to FE33031 - this is also the ability of the goddess Io.

In other words, Judah was able to run his own business in Shambhala, maintain a long-term win-win relationship with Fayi Florsalin, and also sign a contract with the goddess Io and the sun of Shambhala.

[Faye Frosalin丨Dedicated to my rose fairy]

The description of the life-protecting feather is a blessing from Io to this incarnation.

The word "Rosery" for the goddess Io comes from "Rose Garden" written by Sadie, which mainly describes the author's travel experience of more than thirty years. It has created various characters such as tyrants, magistrates, judges and patrolmen, saints and priests, literati, entertainers and singers, traders and travelers, lovers, woodcutters and fishermen. The theme is to praise brilliant life.

The same is true for Ms. Fayi's soul power. As a sentinel of Judah, this soul power does not have any lethality. But its vitality is extremely strong, and Fayi can bring beings from other worlds to this universe and summon another self from another world.

The task of going deep into the Traffic Department to detect intelligence is extremely challenging for Fayi, and she cannot escape unscathed every time. Qingjin and Guangling stopped, and there were many VIPs with special powers. These enemies caught her more than once, but before the trial process was carried out, Fayi could always escape - the way to escape was to die.

As long as she dies, she can return to Shambhala "safe and sound". Although he is no longer the previous "Fa Yi". It's not the specific Faye Florsalin herself, but another rose fairy from a parallel universe. It's a bit abstract to say that - let's use another metaphor.

In the endless branches of time, there are many Fay Florsalins living in different moments. They have different lives, different personalities, and they may even be men.

But [Skyborn·Tianshi] can make her constantly "resurrection" and "resurrection", which is a little different from replicants.

When the clone comes to FE33031, it must first undergo the transformation inspired by the goddess Io. The new rose fairies must gradually accept the dead Fayi, and their personalities must gradually assimilate.

Remember Wen Bucai? If not, Wen is Gaia’s mother’s eldest son. Then the Rose Fairy is the darling of the goddess Io - this sun imitates the original seed, using Faye Frosalin as a test seedling to feel every bit of the material plane.

Every time Fayi dies, a new "Fayi" will take over her life.

Similarly, Judah uses Fayi as a life-protecting feather because of the super power of [Skyborn], which can bring another Judah from another world to resurrect the leader of the alliance and slowly accept the old life.

Unless absolutely necessary, Judas did not want to use the power of the Rose Fairy. Judas never believed that consciousness could be transmitted through this method - the guest from another world summoned by [Skyborn·Tianshi] was definitely not him.

But Judas has no choice. If one day something unexpected happens to him, [Skyborn·Heavenly Grant] will become his last trump card. He must let the flag of the Eternal One continue to fly and let another "Judas" survive.

Not only Faye Frosalin, but also visitors from other worlds like Wood Plunk and Wang Damin were all summoned by the superpower of [Skyborn·Tianshi].

Back to what Ms. Fay said——

"——I overlooked one thing. I seem to have made a mistake."

She had always believed that getting close to Billy Horn was to complete the mission. After the last Ms. Faye got the detailed information about the gunsmith, she had already committed suicide and returned to Shambhala as quickly as possible.

But when the next Ms. Fayi was summoned by [Skyborn·Tianshi], things started to get strange.

She was no longer focused on the cause of the League and did not want to listen to Judah's complaints.

She mistakenly thought that this was just a sequelae caused by work and an accidental empathy. After all, she had lived for so long and had long known that love was an illusion caused by hormones.

But after changing his body several times and changing the configurations of his physical essence, Fayi was almost unrecognizable.

Only then did she realize how terrifying this curse was. It was not just a passing moment in the long journey of life.

Even if she had a thousand faces and ten thousand bodies - she would still fall in love with this person.