Abyss Express

Chapter 7g.1il·War Ghost]

Preface:

The true power of art is the ordinary that blends into great emotions.

——Jean Francois Miller

[Part①·Instinct]

After killing the last elixir on Fayi, the gunsmith went to sleep.

When it was Phoenix's turn to interrogate Fayi Frosalin, things became much simpler——

——There was no potential threat, no extra nonsense, with the blessing of the visual spirit UI, Fayi only needed to fill in specific answers on questionnaires, in several ways, to write down or draw the basic terrain and troop deployment of each county and checkpoint of Danqiu Kingdom.

This was a boring process. She had to try her best to keep her mind active and highly concentrated. Judah had already trained this brain. In Fayi's cognition, it seemed that as long as she worked hard to cooperate with the work of the anonymous person, everything would be fine.

She had no idea what kind of ending she would face, nor did she know that this series of attacks against the alliance had actually been laid out six years ago.

The simple punch that seemed to hit the vital point quickly and fiercely was actually full of power. As early as the moment when Eureka was recaptured, Aohen Mingde, the little vengeful baby, had been secretly preparing to chop off Judas' head.

It would be faster if we take it slowly. These two thousand days and nights are the last hospice care left by the various departments of the Transportation Bureau and the administrative district agencies, as well as the officers and soldiers of the Guangling Ending War Corps to the Eternal Alliance. If there was no Anonymous, no sharp knife team with strong decapitation ability to cut off the high-value targets of Platform Zero, and no powerful lethality that could kill with one blow - this time might be pushed back, but the will for revenge will never be extinguished, and Aohen Mingde will never give up.

Fayi simply drew the terrain of Emao County according to the superficial impression in his mind, and estimated the number of troops according to the shift rotation of the engineering team of the Fire Battalion, but these rough data and information, in the eyes of Coach Ke and the staff of the assault team, were already able to support the conditions for victory.

To overcome difficulties and fight to the death, 70% of the heavy casualties come from the link of spying on the enemy.

As the life-saving feather of Lingguang Buddha, Fayi Frosalin is well aware of the high-value target information of the Danqiu Kingdom's Xiandan Cave Mansion.

What are the abilities of these Guiyi cadres, how much damage can they cause, their basic form and soul form, as well as detailed data on blood-granting species and natural hybrids. If you figure these out, you can save the lives of many scouts.

Take the early battles in Ai Zongling as an example. If there were no vanguard team of the Gate of Wonders and no intelligence data collected by the early scouts, there would be no bold follow-up of the Phoenix later - and it would not be the turn of the gunsmith to play. This is a decision made by the strategic level to invest appropriate troops round by round, and the generals and Coach Ke made decisions by nesting and serially evaluating war resources with combat logic.

The decision to invest a second-level reserve team in East Malaysia to deal with Gloria Sebastian is actually full of helplessness. Their wills were weak and unhoned. With the form of the old and the new in the form of the dragon cavalry, they faced Judah's life-saving feathers, were able to solve the spiritual disasters of Gloria Sebastian and a group of light wings, and shot down the incarnation butterfly - a large part of luck was involved, and it was the boss who took this life-threatening risk.

This was also the greatest achievement of the serial explosion of the immortal elixir cave house more than three months after landing in Shambhala. It directly led to Judah's death door, and he decided to leave Danqiu Kingdom and make a safe visit to Daoheng County where Fickwood was.

The gunsmith had been lurking in the southeastern states for so long, and he could come into close contact with Judah in this combat environment, create such excellent combat conditions, have equipment support, and have the advantage of deploying first-attack ambushes. It was closely related to the talents of every comrade.

Judah was like the ruler of an ancient empire. At the moment when the country was about to fall apart, most of the resources were used to maintain and manage this primitive social system and maintain the stability of the human flesh trade relationship. He was obsessed with the replacement of power, constantly clipping wings and weakening the combat effectiveness of local warlords to maintain the previous balance, which then made the demons and monsters of Shambhala more centrifugal and weaker.

All this was foreseeable and not groundless. So as early as the moment when the first Wing of Light was defeated and Kangque Johnny died at the hands of a gunsmith, Judah's failure was doomed. This continuous collapse, after more than two thousand days and nights, finally manifested as the main cause of Judah's death.

He no longer had any extra essence or energy to deal with the combined punches of the offensive battle group. What Judah had to face was never a lonely flag. It was a mighty army that attacked from a dimensionality reduction in all aspects of administration, military, industrial foundation, cultural literacy, psychic skills and fighting will.

As the head of the church said in person to the important members of the alliance when he attended the meeting in Hulu Valley many years ago.

"In this era, it is already difficult to find talents who have no criminal record and can be undercover."

"Those who have some skills have mostly found a suitable way out."

"The world has changed, everyone should take care of themselves."

The original intention of the head of the church was to ask all members of the alliance to be humble and live a good life. After fifty years, it is estimated that the situation will be good again in the next harvest season.

However, he underestimated the killing efficiency of the gunsmith, the determination of Aohan Mingde, and the hatred of tens of millions of people who have been persecuted by the Vita brand in the past few decades.

This is an extremely powerful and unimaginable force, a miracle created by the common karma of all living beings.

At this moment, it is still working, and it is still being fulfilled in Faye Frosalin.

She was controlled by a powerful inertia of thinking and bound by fantasy. Every word she wrote and every picture she drew while sitting on the "regret chair" was ignored or ignored - she thought it was just The beginning of personal happiness.

Just like her blood-breeding freak genetic instinct, only by eating certain things can she gain a sense of security and a strong feeling of fullness.

But these cold data, these troop distribution maps and terrain markings will become the butcher knife that Guangling will wield against the Gui Yi Crusaders.

She didn't realize it at all. Ms. Fay's frontal lobe couldn't organize compassion--

——Just like the original design language of the Holy Blood formula, the monster created by Judas and Fickwood does not have these superfluous emotions.

After writing thirty-two pages, Ms. Fay had to pretend to be excited and playful to please the VIP in front of her.

"Look! Look! Did I write it in enough detail?"

Teacher Su Ling applauded gently: "Wonderful! Please continue to use your talents!"

"You are so polite!" When Fayi heard the honorific "you", she felt more and more that she was going to embark on a promising path. Encouraged by the positive feedback, she worked harder and harder.

You know, this is how Judas trained dogs——

——Most of the blood-giving monsters in Shambhala will turn into meat dogs.

The representative of disobedience was Gloria Sebastian. Now that she is dead, Judas will applaud her and not feel any pity.

The same was true for Fickwood, a stubborn old man. After Judah's repeated and earnest persuasion, he could barely control the management cost of this life-protecting feather within an acceptable range.

As for why Faye Florsalin is Judah’s favorite caring little cotton-padded jacket? Can he freely follow Judas in and out of the hell of betrayers? You should understand now, right? She is good at self-management. She hardly needs a whip to find a suitable owner to rely on. She is an obedient and easy-to-use meat dog.

As early as when the gunsmith met the Zhao brothers, walked through the Black Wind Ridge, and walked through the Zhuzhou Taiye Road, he had already seen the epitome of the alliance's management model - it uses fear, interest, desire and pain to control people This model has been used all the way to the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. It can be said to be an extremely efficient man-eating machine.

The moral sword is the weapon it uses to prune and standardize the thoughts of meat dogs.

The essence of flesh and blood is packaged into an elixir, which is used as a reward for meat dogs.

The Holy Bible is the tool it uses to delineate the breeds of meat dogs and determine the class and caste of meat dogs.

Demons, monsters and natural disasters are death threats that scare the meat dogs and force them to obey.

The Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult’s Platform Zero has used all their unique moves, and they have demonstrated this set of moves in full—

——As for the more primitive and barbaric Shambhala, it cannot escape these objective laws.

The flesh and blood deformities created by this machine cannot feel the power of faith. As for love and friendship, courage and responsibility, they are more like a kind of luxury for the blood-transferring freaks. Only when the problem of food and clothing is solved, and under the strong Only when you struggle out of the hunger can you barely experience that little bit of false light and warmth. Once you see the real sun, you are not far from destruction.

Xueming had no intention of leaving Fa Yi alive from beginning to end——

——You want to ask why? Is the gunsmith unsympathetic? Is he indiscriminately murderous?

No, this is not an excuse. He does not need Fayi's head to receive the reward.

For most blood-giving monsters, living in the human world itself represents great pain.

If you can die earlier, die thoroughly, and die cleanly, the hunger in these monsters' stomachs will slowly subside. Only by beating them until their souls are gone can these monsters completely escape the control of the Vita brand, destroy their spiritual and physical bodies, and return from panic. Can't be freed from the hunger and fear all day long.

Fayi's current impatient "prey state" can exactly illustrate this point——

——She was so hungry that her eyes turned blue. She was completely controlled by the blood gene and wanted to sell some "useless things" in exchange for a bright future.

She was dominated by hallucinations, thinking that Billy Horn could become her property and escape the control of Io and Judah, but it turned out that as long as she continued to do so, she would be acting in accordance with the wishes of the Holy Blood of Grace. , she wouldn't even think about it from the gunsmith's point of view - and she couldn't figure out the gunsmith's intentions.

An ogre who remains stubborn cannot integrate into human society. Fayi never believed that she was at fault from beginning to end - she had no sympathy for the victimized group, no remorse at all, she only thought it was business and work. Selling partners is just an exchange of interests and a means of survival.

Because of the little love that the goddess Io gave her, she began to blame Billy Horn. A torturer used strong words to the victim, asking the victim to continue to contribute essence, and asking Billy Horn to continue serving her—— Fayi never meant to restrain herself. She showed her fangs and just wanted to suck blood and eat meat. She was tortured by the holy blood of Meng En and had long since lost her human form.

After writing sixty-six pages, Fayi was still scribbling and revising, for fear that the business would not be done well enough.

Teacher Su Ling stood outside the door, always observing the podium of the complex and listening carefully to the noise coming from the construction machinery in the distance.

"I've finished writing!" Fa Yi took three steps and two steps at a time to come to Su Ling's side.

She realized she seemed too tall—

——So he immediately lowered his head and lowered himself to the level of the dwarf.

Su Ling only said one word: "Okay."

Fayi quickly asked: "Can you promise not to kill me?"

Su Ling has studied Taoism with Master Luo Ping'an for several years. She wants to be a real person, tell the truth and do real things.

So she simply stopped talking.

Fayi didn't ask any further questions. She was always waiting for the savior. When Judah wanted to train a dog, the most important thing was obedience - the dog couldn't ask for what the owner didn't give.

Following Su Ling, Fa Yi was curious and asked.

"Sir VIP, what are you looking at?"

Su Ling: "Observe the weather."

Fay said worriedly: "I don't know what stupid thing Fickwood has done. When will the spiritual disaster subside?"

"I don't know, it's too mysterious." Su Ling replied casually.

This conversation was not nutritious, and VIP was not willing to act like a superficial plastic sister with Fayi.

[Part②·Blood Clothes]

Fayi asked for trouble and began to observe the surrounding environment of the storage area. Suddenly he saw several small workers wrapped up tightly, carrying bloody goods and cleaning garbage on the streets.

"what is that?"

Su Ling: "The result of the work of the gunsmith and me."

Fayi's eyesight was very good, and she could see clearly that most of the corpses were the remains of the Blood Eagle monster. The materials transported from all parts of the living area of ​​the complex must be incinerated in a unified manner.

Judging from the number, more than forty blood eagle monsters died, and some were completely feathered, with white feathers, eagle bodies, and pink muscles.

She was covered in cold sweat and suddenly asked——

"——These monsters are..."

Su Ling: "Most of them were taken care of by the gunsmith. He is a popsicle boy. He doesn't want me as an elderly person to do rehabilitation exercises, so he takes over all the dirty work."

Fayi couldn't believe it: "How could that happen?"

The last time Rose Fairy faced the gunsmith was several years ago.

Leaving aside the image of the Night Stalker captured on those action cameras during the expedition, the specific cause of Pellerini's death was not returned to the Guild in time, and there was no sound recording of the gunsmith.

As for the data about Fragrant Fantasy's true ability, there are different opinions in the small circles of many members of the alliance. This mysterious symbolic character seems to be simply labeled as "the God of Death".

A homo sapiens? A mentally retarded person who possesses some of the spiritual essence of Ao run Mingde? He killed so many blood eagles? Kill at least six incarnation butterflies in a row?

Fayi's mind went blank. When she faced the gunsmith's death threat, she could hardly feel any spiritual pressure. This was what made her hair stand on end.

When entering the territory of powerful disaster beasts or facing psychic disasters, spiritual pressure is a very clear danger avoidance signal.

But when she was less than thirty centimeters away from the gunsmith, she still felt that he was just an ordinary person. Judging from the expression of his essence, it seemed that he was not a high-risk target.

"Hey." Su Ling said directly: "That old guy from Fickwood didn't take care of his own backyard after he started drilling operations. As a result, many fishman sentries couldn't stand this kind of spiritual pressure, and I couldn't save them either. Ah—there aren’t that many blue stones in stock to increase the mental shield.”

"After they turned into blood eagle monsters, they started eating people like crazy."

"The gunsmith and I decided to help this old man once, because Kuai Dao's brother is still in his hands, and he has to find a way to solve the spiritual disaster."

"There are too many blood eagles in the surrounding area. Either kill them all, or let some of the incarnation butterflies fill their stomachs and return to the embrace of the original seed. This throbbing of spiritual pressure will slowly subside."

"As for."

Fayi still couldn't believe it, and couldn't help but interrupt: "The gunsmith did this all by himself?"

Most of the remains of these blood eagles were damaged by knives and axes. Only some of the special targets with abundant essence and huge bodies were full of bullets. The corpses were too broken. They should have been damaged by dust crystal arrows. The cause of death was clear and distinct. , the killing method is simple and straightforward.

"Oh, he's not alone." Su Ling shrugged helplessly: "My phoenix is ​​helping him."

Fayi was trembling as he spoke.

"How to do it"

Su Ling waved her hand and opened a bright red vertical scroll to arrange the battle records.

[Phoenix·Combat Record Number: 1775101]

[Su Ling: I can feel the strong spiritual pressure of these monsters. Although this is not the first time I have faced the primary derivatives of the Incarnation Butterfly, they have a great hybrid foundation. They are the Chimeras favored by God. Beloved, this kind of evil thought can almost become a physical blade, and just looking at it makes my skin burn. ]

[Su Ling: The battle lasted for sixteen minutes. I produced a soul-shattering DEBUFF more than once. The reserves of blue stone are running out. I need to change my fighting style and make effective killings at least thirty-six meters away. , must be killed in one hit, their blood regeneration speed is so fast. ]

[Su Ling: I met some difficult murloc bosses. After they turned into blood eagle monsters, they seemed to be able to share their pain with me through spiritual pressure. My limbs were uncontrollable. If I fought indoors, the limitations would be too great. It's too big, and the gunsmith's ammunition supply is less than half, so he must save ammunition for emergencies. ]

[Su Ling: It fucking hurts. It hurts so much that I can’t breathe. How on earth did he endure this kind of pain? ]

[Su Ling: The robe was changed. His body was covered in blood, but he was not injured. The Vita brand left spots on his face, which could be cured with just a little panacea. ]

[Su Ling: It’s not safe to cut off the heads. We must ensure that these corpses are burned by flames. ]

It’s normal——

——This is Feng Aotian's strength, she has survived this level.

Then Teacher Su Ling opened the gunsmith's combat record.

Fayi followed and looked——

[Gunsmith: It has an arm length of about 180 centimeters. It chooses to actively attack from the right-handed position. It is very fast, but not particularly fast. ]

[Gunsmith: Yes, after increasing the wingspan, you can control its deformed toes by shortening the body. Their muscles are relatively stiff, but they can achieve the pursuit of reflexed joints. In this regard, the Phoenix can mark the attack range - it is really too convenient. ]

[Gunsmith: My judgment is correct. If it leaves the front, it will choose to stop the subsequent linking actions, and directly kick its legs or raise its head, turning its head to a weird angle of 170 degrees, using the canine in its throat. The retractable tongue attacks me, this is an opportunity. ]

[Gunsmith: Yes, I have two hundred and seventy milliseconds of free time. I don’t care what moves it makes. The head is still the weak point, but there are special cases where the brain is hollow. Attacking the spinal nerves is the optimal solution. ]

[Gunsmith: Okay, dead, next one. ]

[Gunsmith: Go to the chili sauce workshop in the street to choose a location. They are all clay pots. The pottery pieces can tear open the glass and can be used as improvised throwing weapons. ]

[Gunsmith: The bones of fish-man hybrids are very soft. I hope it will be like the previous log records. I have killed many such hybrids. ]

[Gunsmith: There are not many bullets left. Throw the weapon on the eaves first. You can come back to get it later. Keep both hands free to deal with them. ]

[Gunsmith: A bit much, but enough space. Capsaicin is also a natural anthelmintic, so I shouldn't be found. ]

[Gunsmith: OK, dead. ]

[Gunsmith: Well done, fragrant dream, dead, don’t do an autopsy! ]

[Gunsmith: My clothes are gone, but I'm dead. ]

[Gunsmith: Beloberg is in good condition and can open a new chapter in "The Great Split". The content of the short sword combat method can be written for another 800 words for large humanoid targets. ]

[Gunsmith: You can run pretty fast, but you can't escape death. ]

[Gunsmith: The health bar is gone! Its health bar is gone! Teacher Su Ling! Where is its health bar? ]

[Gunsmith: Oh, it turns out to be a corpse. ]

[Gunsmith: And the mad giant? It was so big that Belloberg had difficulty reaching its vital points. ]

[Gunsmith: Dust crystal flechettes should come in handy. ]

[Gunsmith: OK, dead. ]

[Gunsmith: The corpse is still moving. It has a strong Shentang (lower vagina) and sinewing (the middle of the third-to-last rib, close to the diaphragm, where the fragile door to death is). There is something in the stomach, which is the incarnation of a butterfly. ? The fish-man hybrid that the giant ate turned into a butterfly? ]

[Gunsmith: It’s okay, it’s okay, go back to sleep, Teacher Su Ling. It flew up and I went to find some tools. ]

[Gunsmith: I have killed many transformed butterflies. I can tell the attack distance by looking at their wingspan. I can kill them with the right tools, and I can kill them with axes and spears. If it hits the ground, the mental damage from the reiatsu will continue to weaken my muscle output, like a kind of countdown until I die if it goes too long. ]

[Gunsmith: Compared with Mr. Beowulf’s list of moves, the attack methods of these dementia angels are relatively simple. Occasionally, you can see a few flesh and blood artists with elongated arms and teeth, or simply use their heads to fly away. Weird things that come out to bite people are not unacceptable. ]

[Gunsmith: OK, dead. ]

A long list of short and simple battle logs gave Ms. Faye a little bit of a spiritual shock.

In the hearts of the leaders of various sects, and in the eyes of the Judas Priest, the Avatar Butterfly is a child of the original seed, a terrifying entity branded by Vita——

——It is the ultimate weapon of the Guiyi Sect and an uncontrollable natural disaster.

No matter how mentally tough a mercenary thug is, he is unwilling to face a natural disaster, just like a person cannot compete with the waves or box with the thunder and lightning in the sky. This is not something that a normal person can think of.

When encountering this kind of demented and mad dog, the Guiyi Sect has to avoid it. After all, it pays too much and gains too little. Even if they win, their equipment will not be exploded. If they lose, they will have to pay for their lives. The Guiyi Crusaders don't have much combat experience against the Incarnation Butterfly. Occasionally, there are psykers with excellent ranges, and they are also afraid that their spiritual bodies will be destroyed by this kind of attack. Cracked by natural disasters.

The incarnation butterfly's killing efficiency against carbon-based creatures is too high, and the mental damage it brings is too severe. Even if it can win, it will be a miserable victory - there have been similar psychic accidents in many elixir caves and platform zero. Warriors They can kill the incarnation butterfly, but they will also suffer the sequelae of mental disorder and spiritual body degeneration.

Xueming in the battle record is still confused. According to the random number lottery results of [Unlock·Unlock], he can't use these trophies easily, so he doesn't use the spiritual super power after unlocking at all.

He himself had forgotten the form and attributes of most of the soul powers. On Platform Zero, which once occupied various places underground, there were many enemies who didn't even make it to the part of the talent show to call for spirit bodies, and the soul powers didn't even shout out. It was beaten into a pulp.

So if you haven’t used it before = you don’t know how to use it, this formula still works.

There are more than 400 red morpho butterflies in platform zero, large and small, and he has killed at least 600 high-value targets with his own hands. It is really ideal to capture a random soul power and try to fully integrate it to achieve good results. , it’s too unrealistic——

——This is almost a lifelong skill. Considering Xueming’s mana (sustainability), I’m afraid it will take him a lifetime to learn.

As for the information about the gunsmith, Ms. Fayi has not updated this character card for a long time. Only the set of blood-stained monk robes in Su Ling's hand seemed to be telling a horror story that belonged exclusively to the Guiyi Sect.

She knew nothing about the strength of the Night Demon, which was the god of death that had evolved again after thousands of trials and tribulations.