Abyss Express

"How difficult and difficult the road is?"

Fickwood Abbey stood motionless on the engineering platform between the complex's buildings.

The towering base frame and carbon alloy steel support the backbone of this steel behemoth. It is like a gradually enlightened Hanged Man. It comes from various mechatronics control consoles and from various mechanical table positions. All kinds of information.

The hot air blowing from the southwest peeled off Mr. Fickwood's clothes and tore a small gap along the zipper of his sun protection suit.

His neck, exposed to the sun, was like rough tree bark, rapidly losing water and cracking. After feeling the sting, Fickwood immediately held his head with his chin. In just a blink of an eye, he turned back into a mouse in the shadows, not daring to look at the brilliant sun.

"What a magnificent journey?"

He sighed softly, as if he was recalling his life. His ideals would eventually be realized, and he would go further than Ao Ru Ming De.

"This is my path."

There are many people in the world, and many, many people are running for life and fighting for survival. I’m not even qualified to talk about [ideal], I can only talk about [dream]——

——Fickwood is both lucky and unfortunate.

His luck comes from the blessed blood, from the blood and flesh of all living beings.

In order to complete this path, he has lost count of how much essence he has consumed.

It started with the collection of blood again and again at Platform Zero, and Judas came to sponsor the cause.

Then there are the prisoners brought by the barbaric war in Shambhala. These blood sacrifices can not only be eaten into his stomach, but also the murloc hybrids can be fed fat and fat, turning them into experimental subjects for the Lightning Star project.

Finally, a camera, through this religious symbol -

——Fickwood changed from a blood-giving monster to a god.

Starting from the laying of the first foundation pile of Aizong's mausoleum, Daxia craftsmen who were proficient in engineering infrastructure became Fickwood's good helpers. It took four generations for Fickwood's industrial complex to come to fruition.

Without Judas to make religious packaging, without Judas telling him the story of the Heavenly Palace, Fickwood would never be able to do these things.

He almost died at the hands of a gunsmith a few years ago, but he reluctantly accepted Judah's gift and returned to this primitive and barbaric land.

According to Fickwood, it was all worth it.

Even if blood flows like a river, every piece of iron under their feet, every colleague in front of them, and every lightning star in the distance, they are spilling human blood and flesh from the inside out, from head to toe. Everything requires a huge amount of manpower.

Fickwood doesn't care--

—The complex eats more than three hundred people every month.

It produces 340 kilograms of human flesh every day, 136 kilograms of bones, marrow, organs and brain, and 27 liters of blood. If the weather is good and there is no war and there are few blood sacrifices, Lightning Star will have to starve.

He didn't care what he swallowed, whose father or mother he was, or whose son or daughter he was. If they were sent to the meat processing workshop, they would all turn into meat dogs.

All he cares about is the complex, only this great cause that runs through the center of the earth.

He knew that death was coming——

——This is fate, even if his soul power can save him again and again.

Faced with death and ideals, Fickwood chose his ideals without hesitation.

[A Way Out·生路] The last photo he took of himself was the portrait left behind when he escaped from the fjord in District 77 a few years ago.

The gunsmith got the scene light and fired this shot——

——The selfie taken by Fickwood at that time was used to escape, and the predicted result was that his death was imminent.

The content shown in this photo is a scene of Fickwood facing the original seed.

It was a background composed of golden tentacles of mud flow, a strange temple made of lava and volcanic rocks stacked and squeezed together, and a group of ferocious and strange dangerous boulders arched from the depths of the ground, gradually squirming and constantly changing. The statue of the devil's palace. A branch of the original seed rose into the sky, and Fickwood Abby stood on the outside of the deck of the ultra-deep drilling equipment, with his back to the camera, and his body began to spontaneously combust.

This was the way he died, the day he was destined to die.

The god of death kept chasing him, forcing him to walk on this road of death.

Without the help of [A Way Out·生路], he wouldn't have been able to go this far.

If he no longer clings to the prophecy of [A Way Out·Shenglu], he will lose to the emptiness in his heart. It was this sense of fate that made him become a prisoner of [A Way Out] - he would always act according to the predicted path.

Once FE204863 lost to [Regret Medicine] and became a madman.

The same goes for Fickwood. [A Way Out·生路] has hollowed out the old man and turned him into an empty shell. The "Haoshou Tianzun" who no longer has a human form and lives in the human world has become a clay idol.

Including believers around the area and ordinary people who rely on [A Way Out·Shenglu] to make a living, they firmly believe in their hearts that as long as they dig into the center of the earth and see the Earthly Grandma, everything will be fine.

This huge idea, in turn, constantly reshaped Fickwood's thoughts, making him eat meat and drink blood with peace of mind, and accept his own death with peace of mind.

"Mr. Abby." Marlene held up a parasol for her uncle, "There are still twenty minutes left before the program starts. The power department has started self-checking. You must be prepared."

After crossing the layers of iron ladders of the observation platform, Fickwood followed his niece all the way down to the deepest part of the tombs.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the already old and frail body gradually begins to collapse. Just as he speculated, the geological layer here is very close to the original seed-Mother Gaia is recycling geothermal heat all the time. Fight with Io for the spirit body.

This phenomenon also occurs in the cold polar regions outside the Northern Sixty District, especially near Niflheim.

There are a total of six engineering team mechanical tables arranged in the shape of an astrolabe around the deep hole drilling machinery. There are thirty-six people in total. They are all Fickwood's students, including fish-human hybrids and inspired psykers. .

The ultra-deep hole drilling equipment looks like interlocking sandworms. It consists of seven sets of drill rings and a drilling mechanism. It is equipped with lifting equipment and power mechanisms for discharging soil and sand and removing flowstone rocks. The shield machines used by modern civilization to drill subway tunnels are much more sophisticated.

It seemed to be only twenty-six meters long. After miniaturization, it looked like a rocket that went straight to the ground.

There is not enough electricity, and there are no refineries to manufacture the copper and silver rare earths needed for integrated circuits, so the electromechanical integration part is left to the elixir breed with extremely strong computing power.

The engine timing of this drilling machine is controlled by sixteen elixirs, which reside on seven lightning stars and are connected in series with each other.

Four fishmen came out from the outer fence of the deck of the drilling equipment and had just completed the final calibration——

——Fickwood glimpsed the flesh and blood of Lightning Star from between the gaps in the guard plate.

These fish-men children have become one with the machine. As long as they follow the instructions of the elixir to regulate their physical bodies and continue to output power to the transmission gears and power gears, this "immortal boat" will come alive.

"Lord Tianzun!" A fish-man mechanic said excitedly when he saw Fickwood: "Ling Ao and Ling Xiao disappoint you, but Ling Tian will never!"

This fish-man is the father of the commander-in-chief and adjutant of the army of Daoheng County. He is considered a prominent family among the fish-men tribe of Aizong Mausoleum.

As for the Ling Tian he mentioned, he was also the most "promising" among the brothers, and was qualified to be the "boatman" of the Immortal Boat - he had been stuffed into this flesh and blood machine and became a member of the Lightning Star.

Fickwood smiled, his mind already on the verge of collapse.

He made design configurations again and again, repeatedly overturning and rebuilding his own deep-hole drilling rig.

Looking at the second mechanism of the drilling machine, there are pink and tender strips of flesh between the chains. They are tough, strong and full of vitality. Just enough human blood and flesh can make this stubborn, stubborn and rebellious flesh and blood work hard—— It is Ling Tian.

The fishman father's face was full of enthusiasm when discussing his youngest son, filled with only joy and happiness.

Even though Ling Tian has turned into an indescribable lightning star, its bones, blood and muscle segments are constantly shaking, and hot steam is coming out from it. It seems to be extremely excited. The elixir has become its eyes, and it can always turn from [immortal] Take a look at the mortal world in the boat - Ling Tian is going to become an immortal, go to see his grandma, and face his destiny with Tian Zun.

"Tian'er has such a good fortune. As the head of the Ling family, I don't know how to repay Tiangongyuan." The old father's knees weakened and he wanted to kneel down.

Fickwood didn't stop him or answer——

——He looked coldly at the leader of this primitive ethnic group, feeling only inexplicable terror in his heart.

He walked into the 26-meter-high "tower" and checked the warm-up conditions of the Lightning Stars one by one.

Open the layers of heat-insulating panels, check the combination of biogel and gold, and then look at the elixir-like blood eyes peeking out from these pliable and tender strips of meat.

The ecstasy and excitement in those eyes traumatized Fickwood's mind——

——This is the monster he raised with his own hands, the disciple and grandson he stuffed into the machine. This torture is about to end.

Marin used the elixir as a communication tool and said to her uncle at the command platform: "Is the Penglai in good condition?"

Fickwood: "Not necessarily, this is my first attempt."

Marlene: "Good luck."

If Judah is willing to fully support Fickwood's cause, [Midas into Gold] can replace most of the chemical refining work. Fickwood doesn't have to take the long way around and control these flesh-and-blood power units with brutal elixirs.

He returned to the top of the tower, stood in front of a bloody mechanical platform, looked at the biomass oil in his hands, and reluctantly typed out the first instruction set - these ganglion input terminals were connected to every lightning bolt The body of the star. The mechanical headquarters is also the area hardest hit by psychic pollution.

Fickwood felt like he was almost becoming one with this flesh and blood fairy ship.

The winch gradually began to slide, and a golden electrical signal burst out from between the drill rings. The lightning star was controlled to push and pull the mechanical outer armor and rotate the drilling teeth.

"Floor of the complex, follow the command center's dispatch."

More than fifty meters away, Ms. Marin gave orders to the platform engineering team.

"Release the safety suspension of the Penglai and prepare to start deep drilling operations."

At the same time, there are six team members in the command center, using the elixir radio to continuously transmit various orders.

"The attitude of the boat is normal, and the status of the intrusion into the bedrock has been transmitted back to the ground reconnaissance instruments."

"The suspension was successfully released, and the ring drill and main drill are in good condition. The core temperature of the Lightning Star power unit has reached expectations—it is currently 135 degrees Celsius."

"The platform surveying and mapping team and observation team continue to collect data, and the vibration status of the hull is within the acceptable range."

The sunlight shines on the four iron arms of the base frame and shines into the deep pit through the pores of the tombs.

The four giant's descendants were divided into four corners, and according to the schedule of the platform's work, they slowly lowered the fairy boat into the deep well.

"Fifteen seconds until expected depth is reached"

Marlene was sweating. This was the most critical and tense moment.

Calculated based on the geological conditions of the Aizong Mausoleum, the drill bit group needs to gnaw away a layer of relatively hard "orange peel" for the mechanical body and the living body to reach the best working condition, reaching about 230 degrees Celsius to withstand the subzero temperatures in deep holes. The frozen rock area at about 40 degrees Celsius - its drilling depth is only designed to last 55,000 meters. Although it cannot reach the center of the earth, it can observe the main limbs of the original species at close range and break through the obstacles of ciliary nerves.

"Ten seconds."

"Nine seconds."

The giants in unison loosened the handle of the winch, and the hinge began to guide the fairy boat to fall naturally.

Through the long and narrow "birth canal" drilled in advance, the trephine hook bites the basalt deep in the formation, and the working temperature has also reached the ideal state.

"eight"

Marlene continued to count down while observing the psychic signal readings on the oscilloscope and the command console, as well as the electromagnetic wave signal readings.

"Seven, six"

"Five, four, three"

"two.

"one."

The staff of the scientific research team held their breath, and could only hear the rumbling roar coming from the deep hole shaft.

Marin: "Penglai lost contact and this mission failed."

The signal did not disappear, but became more and more violent.

Under 1,600 meters, Fickwood was close to a state of mental collapse. His face was livid as he looked at the restraint rings that were gradually breaking apart, and at the increasing amounts of oil and flesh under the mechanical platform.

The seven lightning stars let out sharp howls and all went berserk.

This place is too close to the ciliated flesh of the original seed - the blood-giving monsters already rely on the sub-gold substance to maintain a highly integrated state. When they go deeper into the dark and cold underground, their still-living sanity has completely collapsed and become... Become a flower of flesh and blood without a master.

A cross crack suddenly appeared on Fickwood's arm, and then it changed rapidly, from a four-leaf piece of flesh to a sixteen-petal chrysanthemum pattern.

He was horrified in his heart, and saw his thighs and shoulders gradually turning red, and the Vita Brand beginning to run rampant - the original seed was transforming his body.

The biological gel in the isolation layer exploded into balls of dark, filthy mucus, and tough meat strips full of suckers emerged from it. When they touched the iron armor of the Penglai Immortal Boat, these sprouts immediately blossomed and spread - it seemed. Perceiving the environment, understanding the shape of objects, and gathering more information.

Arms crawled out from between the gaps in the boards. They were the instinct of the rampaging Lightning Star trying to save himself and maintain his human form. These soft and slender arms were like the limbs of a baby, and gradually grew more than ten fingers, and there were no The nails, from the fingers, merged back into a fist-sized head, and gradually grew five or six eyes - after seeing the petals blooming everywhere in the fairy boat, they gave birth to mouthpieces, lips and teeth, and screamed loudly.

Fickwood's eyes were bleeding, and his limbs were split and bruised.

When the information came from the command center, Marin confirmed the Penglai's specific location and the data was completely saved.

"[A Way Out·生路]!"

Haoshou Tianzun abandoned the Penglai and returned to the platform of the complex for the first time.

His face is very ugly, but it has not reached the point of despair, and his mind is frighteningly tough——

——He waved, and the ground crew members cooperated with each other to cast a beam of fierce sunlight from the lighting windows of the tombs, almost killing Haoshou Tianzun on the spot.

The flames washed away the flesh buds and flowers on his body, revealing the bloody skull from the layers of blackened and rotten dead skin. After being exposed to the sun for sixty-six seconds, Fickwood Abby almost knelt on the ground, and the ground crew on the other side took the Using a simple fire-breathing anti-virus device, Tianzun was burned into a piece of mature barbecue.

Fickwood got up again, and Marlene held the steaming "nutrient solution" in her arms, pouring six liters of flesh and blood onto her ancestor.

His limbs were slowly healing, and the holy blood brought him back to earth.

Without saying a word, he put on new sun protection clothing and another set of protective gear, ready to continue trying.

"Go to Yingzhou No. 2 Base and notify Yingzhou's Lightning Star to start warming up."

Marlene was in shock and whispered: "Okay."

The Penglai is just an attempt. In addition to this ship, Fickwood is also preparing four other alternatives.

But to the Ling family, Ling Tian has become a failure——

——The fishman father knelt down in front of the shaft. He cried bitterly and grabbed the ground with his head. His son failed to complete the task, which was a great shame for the family.

Just as Fickwood was about to leave, he heard a scream coming from the direction of the shaft, and turned back to take a closer look.

The father of the Ling family has already jumped into the wellhead, and the follow-up work of dealing with the psychic disaster and the task of sealing the well continues in an orderly manner. The giants filled piles of soil and gravel into the deep pit to prevent the psychic contamination of the original seed. Things burst out of the earth through this tunnel.

He still didn't say anything. Although this failed attempt cost him at least more than 60,000 adult blood sacrifices - it was not deep enough, far from deep enough. Time waits for no one.

He pulled out a bloody photo from the subcutaneous tissue of his neck. This was what he had risked his life to bring out from the Penglai.

The content of the photo is unexpected——

——The gunsmith is looking at him, crossing the boundaries of time and space through the frame. This man is sitting on the side of the mechanical platform of the ship Xianzhou, looking coldly at the camera.