Abyss Express

Chapter 7g.17 [Free Bird·Free Bird]

Foreword:

Art promotes life, and where death is, there is no art.

——Romain Rolland

[Part ①·369, etc.]

"Death, Death"

"Don't be proud"

Fickwood Abby muttered softly, becoming a little dazed.

This psychic researcher spent most of his life focusing on the research of ultra-deep hole drilling. However, the deeper he dug, the worse his mental state became.

This is also the reason why the good cats forbid people to explore the original seed in depth. Unless humans reach the next stage, have a stronger will and a more tenacious spirit, otherwise Mother Gaia will only turn these curious babies into mentally disturbed monsters. .

Penglai No. 1 and Yingzhou No. 2 drilling rigs both suffered tragic failures, and the pit filling project alone consumed most of the complex's manpower.

The hope of the whole village seems to be placed in the last machine No. 3, a relatively large "Abbott Fairy Mountain".

The seismic wave detection instrument in the control tower is still alarming, but judging from the waveform spectrum, the activity frequency of the Original Seed is milder than in the previous few hours, and the drilling mission may be carried out in another twenty minutes.

Pit No. 16 of the tomb complex is the best place to drill. The base frame was built earlier. There are four giant descendants helping to transport materials. The oil depot of the complex is running out of reserves. For Fickwood, there is no Judas. Support, no money - this may be his last chance.

The subordinates have not yet realized what changes have taken place in the Tiangong Courtyard. Everything is as Tianzun described to people - Lingguang Buddha sent Arhats to help. These fish-men who were bewitched by the demons and the monsters controlled by the Earthly Lama were all controlled by Arhats. and the roc (phoenix) defeated.

The Abbot stands just above the wellhead. It looks like a skyscraper. It is 61 meters high and has 33 drill rings. Its drill bit comes from 2007 and is the design of the German ZMV pilot hole. For The rock structure of 17,000 meters underground can barely adapt to the temperature of 385 degrees Celsius at the bottom of the well, but it is still unknown how long it can sustain it.

After all, the Abbot is not like its predecessors. It is just an alternative, the last bit of Fickwood's stubbornness.

"The scale of this engineering team is too big." The gunsmith covered his head and felt a headache. He sat opposite Lao Deng and followed the design blueprint to count the machine maintenance points one by one. He gradually understood why ultra-deep hole machinery needs lightning. A power mechanism like a star.

Just like a sandworm, when the worm is digging a hole, it does not need to deliberately adjust the muscles and joints on its body. As a living organism, the sandworm has a part of its self-healing function and can sense the movement status of each limb at all times. It has a complete nerve system. Structure to control the behavior of drilling sand and making holes.

But machinery is different. Machinery requires a wealth of electrical sensing units, manual design of circuits, and a variety of sensors to sense the overall status. Take the flight control system of an airplane as an example. The more sensors there are, the higher the level of integration. The higher the flight control, the more likely it is that something will go wrong.

But the aircraft has to use this flight control system, because without it, if there is any problem with the wings or engines, the pilot may have to stick his head out of the cabin to discover these problems.

Lightning Star can solve most of the problems in control systems, such as heat dissipation problems in electromechanical digitalization, power conduction, self-maintenance and damage control.

These fish-man warriors are all living people, intelligent living individuals who can understand Fickwood's verbal instructions. They have a firm sense of mission for the drilling industry and have strong execution ability. For this goal, the fish-man hybrid clan Three generations of descendants were dedicated. Go deeper to see Grandma—this task is like a pilgrimage. As long as you can complete it, this painful sacrificial ceremony will end, and all efforts will be in vain.

When they lose their human form and become part of the Diamond Ring, the madness index begins to rise.

Entering the dark and gloomy underground, your sanity will slowly collapse. As the working temperature further increases and the flesh and blood of the wetware begin to fuse, the personality gradually disintegrates. In this state, under the influence of Mother Gaia's spiritual pressure, it is easier to transform into an incarnation butterfly and become part of the original seed.

This is also the reason why Penglai and Yingzhou lost control. Fickwood hopes to find a strong soul, a group of deviant flesh and blood, and a strong spirit that is unwilling to return the essence to the earth - such an individual can continue to maintain good working conditions. , sending this living machine deeper.

"I can help you." Although it was difficult, the gunsmith still took the job, "Fickwood, I can really help you."

Fickwood was not surprised at all. He was neither happy nor excited, nor had any emotion——

——He just kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, gunsmith, I'm sorry."

"My frontal lobes are no longer capable of any emotion, and I've lost all judgment."

"There is only one voice, and it urges me to complete my mission. Only by completing it can I become a free bird again."

Jiang Xueming only slept for one hour and forty-five minutes. The interrogation of Faye Frosalin was over. He still had many things to consider. The things he cared about the most were Billy Horn and Foianini. Know whether these two apprentices can reach Taizhou safely.

But the most important thing right now is to meet Fickwood's conditions and let this powerful kidnapper release the hostages.

Kuai Dao's scouts are all elite soldiers. Their comrades helped the Nameless Ones complete the expedition. They should not simply die trapped in Mobius. As long as there is a chance to save them, the gunsmith will never let it go.

"I found the right spawn. It seems that fate brought her to me." Fickwood pointed to the dust-free and sterile workshop outside the window. "There was also an incarnation butterfly who followed Judah back to Daoheng County."

What I’m talking about here is actually Lan Caiyun.

This blood eagle did not go crazy. Instead, it maintained its ability to think because of its strong will to survive and survived this spiritual disaster.

She is what Fickwood is looking for, the right girl who can be plugged into the power unit and used as the core of intelligence.

Gunsmith: "Have you considered that this is your last chance?"

"The power of my soul affects my thinking all the time." Fickwood talked about another thing and did not rush to respond to the gunsmith: "It tells me that fate cannot be defied, and everything is arranged by God - —That’s what I think, I can’t fight it. Maybe man can conquer nature, maybe human beings can control their own destiny.”

“But it’s a pity”

"Sorry, Gunsmith."

Fickwood Abbey whispered—

"——I'm not human, I'm not human anymore."

"For the butterfly, she seems to have found a chance to become a human again."

"I believe this is a trial. After all, for this long journey, I have been walking for too long, swallowing too many flames of sin. With the money and flesh and blood handed over by Judas, I have created Numerous monster deformities emerged.”

"The Holy Blood of Grace designed and improved by me has brought countless disasters. I have known it for a long time."

"There was no chance of atonement for me, the culprit, and I couldn't resist it."

Fickwood has this realization. Like Faye, his brain has lost the ability to "regret, shame and shame."

He just dispatched these words through other brain areas and said these words. As for the true feelings? It’s very blue!

The abilities of [A Way Out·Shenglu] and [Regret Medicine] have many similarities. They also have amazing control, can transform the thoughts of the body, and can in turn turn the body into a flesh and blood machine that constantly rereads the power of the soul.

Most of the Wings of Light of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, including Johnny Connolly, have falcon incarnations and possess the blessed holy blood. Their power comes from Judas and Fickwood. The holy blood elixir is originally the lightning star. Updated and iteratively improved products.

In other words, Fickwood, as an accomplice of Judas, indirectly caused psychic disasters that killed at least millions of people—what to say [God of Death]? Xueming can't be ranked in front of this scumbag. After all, the elixir can eat people without using knives or guns. The plague, disaster, famine and death it brings create a war gang in each administrative region. A series of chain reactions. Go deep into the decision-making units of local governments and take root in families, corrupting people's minds and violating people's thoughts.

[Part②·Life Nursery]

Originally, Jiang Xueming didn't want to talk nonsense to Fickwood. Letting this old man breathe for one more second in this world would be disrespectful to the victims.

However, in order to solve the spiritual disaster in Daoheng County, he had to board the abbot's fairy boat to help Fickwood fulfill his wish - this was also Fickwood's execution procedure.

Gunsmith: "The incarnation butterfly you are talking about is the individual who can still maintain himself - what does she think about this matter?"

Fickwood: "The great lord general of this land regards me as a god. The fish-man hybrids under their jurisdiction were raised by me personally. No matter what I say, they will listen and do it - without any complaints. "

Gunsmith: "Is this appropriate?"

Fickwood: "There is nothing appropriate or inappropriate. Hate education and value orientation are all leftover human conspiracy. Gunsmith, for these beast hybrids, I am their re-created parent, food, clothing and clothing." Department, will you hate Aohun Mingde?"

Gunsmith: "Interesting statement."

"The Central Plains is full of hunger and death, and there is only pain and famine. Baibei Port has good weather and peace all year round. Occasionally, there is a military recruitment order, and it can be fooled with a few coins." Fickwood said with a smile: "Priest Judas gave me too much. He can control people’s thoughts and make people feel that they are living in happiness through this kind of inequality and immoral comparison. The source of happiness comes from the rulers and from us, Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother.”

"Murloc hybrids are born with strong bodies and longevity genes. My [life path] can change their lives, so that these dignitaries and gentlemen will always stay in the camera and stay young forever."

"The outside world is too scary, and fear is the most powerful whip."

"Whoever I want them to hate, they must hate. They can make it up out of thin air. They can read stories from the Bible to turn your image into a demon and tell it to the children. You are the demon king who rapes pregnant women, kills the elderly, and kills children. Judas always found a way to spread these ideas by giving money to those who stuttered, or giving them money on Sundays.”

"It's hard for people to realize that they live in a happy world - unless they hear more miserable howls and see a more terrifying hell." Fickwood shook his head helplessly: "This is strange, isn't it?"

The gunsmith made no reply.

Fickwood continued: "But once I see something happy, beautiful, and enviable, I immediately start to feel hungry—because I don't have it, so I suffer, and I start to be controlled by hallucinations. This is Judas's magic weapon."

"Take away the things that everyone has, then set a price, and resell them what belongs to them. This is the most powerful skill of the Imam."

"For example, there is dopamine in your brain, and there is a happiness factor in your brain."

"It has turned into various symbols, turned into money, turned into symbols, turned into data in the game, turned into numbers or illusory audio and video."

"It becomes a switch, but the button is in the hands of various companies - they control this part of the desire, and you need to top up to buy it."

"Without it, people lose the ability to be happy. Their happiness factor has turned into meat tickets and been kidnapped by more powerful carnivores."

"Gunsmith, I can sit here and say this because I have several hostages - is that right?"

Jiang Xueming: "Not exactly."

"So back to the topic, you don't have to worry about the mental state of this incarnation butterfly. She has no personal will and has no concept at all." Fickwood explained patiently: "She grew up in the Lan Tao clan. Just accept the education from Tiangongyuan.”

"I made her who she is, not the life she freely chose."

"It was me who shaped her personality, not some strange world she saw when she opened her eyes and some shitty free will she awakened."

"If she is unwilling to help me with this matter and become the driving force of Abbot Xianzhou - her family will be humiliated."

"She will only feel that she is honoring her ancestors, she is working hard, she is willing to die, and she will definitely devote all her efforts to complete this great cause."

"I am her savior. There is no doubt about it. It is an ironclad fact."

Fickwood pursed his lips, a little nervous——

——When talking about these things, he could clearly feel that the temperature was gradually dropping.

"Without me, the Lan Tao clan would not have access to these survival resources, and this little girl might not have been born. I taught her how to eat human flesh, I made her strong, and I gave her noble blood and the family's support."

Jiang Xueming: "Go on, there is still a lot of time."

Fickwood paused and finally changed his mind, his rich brain folds bursting with astonishing talent.

"I will find a way to keep this warrior alive, at least."

"She has conquered her hunger, has come through, and gained a little freedom from the control of the First Seed."

"What are you going to do?" the gunsmith asked.

Fickwood: "After the abbot's fairy boat is activated, I can still use [Escape] to send you back to the studio. The same is true for this little girl, as long as she can maintain her sanity and not go crazy and gradually return like her compatriots. First, the way to survive can transform her and return her from a wetware state to a human body."

After explaining these things clearly, Jiang Xueming was still a little scared.

This may be the closest he gets to the original seed after coming to the underground world.

John Borg's horror artist showed him a variety of flowers of flesh and blood. This was the tragic end of Homo sapiens after direct contact with the original species.

In this completely unknown exploration process, you have to take huge risks and entrust your life to the power of Fickwood's soul. Once Lao Deng went crazy and rebelled, Xueming could not rely on his own strength to escape back to the surface in the environment of more than 200 to 300 degrees in the deep hole.

The pressure of survival and the lives of his comrades were placed on both ends of the scale. Xueming nodded without hesitation.

There’s no other reason, he’s always done this—

——Anonymous will not be afraid of challenges, and there is always a way to survive in desperate situations.

His students also inherited this stubborn personality. In the process of covering the safe evacuation of Jason Megan, the scout leader of the Dragoon team did not hesitate to take shortcuts. This is also a pattern—— Because the nameless leader will never give up on his comrades.

"I won't kill you yet, Fickwood." Jiang Xueming talked about another matter.

Fickwood nodded with gratitude: "After boarding the fairy boat, I will release the soldiers who stopped in Guangling one by one according to the drilling depth data."

Jiang Xueming: "Tell me the potential risks again."

"Three thousand meters below the ground is the second half. If the ultrasonic detection data shows that it is correct." Fickwood's eyes turned worried: "We will arrive at the [Garden of All Things], which is a nursery that breeds life. Compared with the original The nerve cilia used to sense the outside world are much more complex."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."

"There are many more active and powerful life forms releasing electromagnetic pulse signals here." Fickwood continued: "Actually, this step is enough. I will send you back - accidents may happen."

"For example, we will see a softer and wider strange space. After drilling through the orange peel of Moho, according to the "Preface to the Heavenly Order", there are various angels around the life nursery of the Original Seed. Waiting, they follow the [Garden of All Things], crawling and floating in this loose layer.”

"If we encounter them before we reach the target formation"

"For example, the angel of power in mythology, the third-level divine lion, and the various incarnation butterflies you have seen."

"Throne attendants, their apostles, are more like human angels, divine angels, and angels of authority."

"besides."

Jiang Xueming interrupted——

"——No need for popular science."

Fickwood smiled awkwardly and explained hastily and cautiously.

"It seems that I rarely know Chinese people, and Judas Priest often mentions you."

Jiang Xueming: "What did he say?"

Fickwood closed the notebook and began to rummage through the notes.

Search the archives for past meeting minutes.

"A disturbing and terrifying impression. It seems that Chinese people only know two skills, one is Kung Fu, which can kill monsters."

"It's a good thing the gunsmith only knows that, he's a psychic idiot."

Jiang Xueming: "What about another skill? What is it?"

"Maybe it's voodoo magic," Fickwood said with a shrug: "There are weird, skinny yellow people in the movies who start to chant curses, and all kinds of unfortunate things will happen."

Jiang Xueming: "This is a stereotype."

Fickwood: "Indeed."

Jiang Xueming: "I can also do some magic."

Fickwood: "Would you like to hear the details?"

Jiang Xueming: "There were always rumors in the past that I was the incarnation of a night devil, but that's not the case - I can't scare children into tears. This is not my intention."

Fickwood: "Uh-huh."

"Then," Jiang Xueming thought, "until one day, a little sister came from Galahad and asked to find me. She was only thirteen years old."

The lightning in the dark cloud happened to hit the lightning rod of the complex tower——

"——She showed me her shooting skills." The gunsmith didn't change at all, and Fickwood was startled.

"She is a very proud girl. She likes to spin the pistol and show off her fancy shooting skills. When she was in school, she did not do anything serious and would carve patterns on the sleeve under the desk."

"I said this isn't right, this isn't right, kid."

"That's not how the gun was fired, and she didn't believe it."

Jiang Xueming chattered endlessly, chatting with Fickwood about household matters.

He didn't want to reveal other information to the monster, whether it was recent events or stories about his comrades, these things must not fall into Fickwood's ears.

In order to pass the time, he tried to maintain a good attitude to deal with the final difficulties of Aizong Ling.

"I put heavy armor on her and fired thirteen bullets into her belly."

"As a result, she cried and ran to the cabinet to complain."

"So BOSS said——"

"——She is a child!"

"This incident has spread, and I have been thinking about that night devil you are talking about."

"That's probably what I'm talking about."

Originally Fickwood wanted to say some lines in praise of the God of Death——

——He has always regarded the gunsmith as the most sacred priest in life. After all, this is the answer [Shenglu] gave him.

The Immortal Boat is a place for sacrificial rituals. He wants to send himself as a sacrifice to the Garden of All Things and return it to the Nursery of Life. It is this priest who will complete this great ritual.

But the current image of the gunsmith seems to be slightly different from what he had in mind.