Abyss Express

Chapter 7g.20 [Beautiful World]

Preface:

Art is an endless exploration.

——Leonardo da Vinci

[Part①·London Bridge is about to fall down]

A deflated scream came from the locking shaft of the second power unit.

The temperature was gradually dropping. Fickwood was busy and finally blocked most of the alarm signals. He checked the overall status of the drilling rig again. After doing all this, he first opened the pressure relief valve of the hood and exposed his rotten and swollen face to the air.

"According to the agreement! Gunsmith!"

He was afraid that the gunsmith could not understand or see clearly. Without the magic pill as a megaphone, the patched hood could not read the lip language——

"——These are the last sixteen photos."

He came to the front of the blood throne and wiped the blood off the glass cover of the helmet for the gunsmith. Only then did he realize that the young man seemed to have just woken up——the gunsmith seemed to have taken a nap in his busy schedule.

[A Way Out·生路] released the last eight innocent and helpless passengers in the cracks of time, and all the soldiers of the Fast Blade Synthesis Brigade returned to the real world.

For Fikewood, this is his last life-saving gold medal - at this stage, his deal with the gunsmith has ended.

The god of death can also tear up the armistice agreement. This place is very close to hell and heaven. There is almost no need to take a taxi. Just walk a few steps outside to find the nursery of life, the nursery of Mother Earth, and the source of life.

The Abbot Immortal Boat gnawed down hard at a speed of six meters per second. It was close to its design life, and the mechanical structure was about to reach the end.

From a hazy red fog, Jiang Xueming saw Fikewood's face through the glass -

- This old man almost turned into a "mud man", and the muscle protein attached to various parts of the skull was completely deteriorated. This blood-bearing body could no longer squeeze out much vitality.

Since Fikewood can be exposed to the air, it means that the temperature of the first unit has returned to normal.

Xueming pulled the oxygen meter on his waist. The pointer was affected by the abnormal air pressure in the underground environment and could no longer read normally. He estimated that there was not much oxygen left, so he simply took off the helmet hood to make it easier to talk.

"Aren't you afraid of turning into butterflies? Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble?" Jiang Xueming just opened the hood and did not rush to unlock it completely, but asked a few more questions.

Fickwood replied: "It won't come again, I'm sure."

Jiang Xueming: "Why do you think so?"

Fickwood took the elixir from the neck buckle of the space suit -

"- It's going to return to one."

The originally chubby little bug now looked shriveled and thin, and Xueming could hardly recognize it. It looked like a shrunken date, full of wrinkles - its dial had fallen off, it could not dial or send letters, nor could it be used as a POS machine to keep accounts. It no longer had to work hard, and it was finally going to face death.

Its skin showed a strange and warm pink color, and in the cracked scars, there were clusters of bright red dry powder. These powders were flying in the air, and from time to time they gathered into a group, showing the eye pattern and scale wings of the flash butterfly, and then they collapsed and dissipated because of the call of the nursery of life and the existence of the Garden of All Things.

"It's the same with the incarnation butterflies. These things have no spirit and no soul." Fickwood said with a smile: "They are not qualified to have [shape]. We are different. Our souls are firmly locked in the flesh. We bite the fertilizer tightly and refuse to let go."

Jiang Xueming looked at the CCTV monitoring area. Many electronic eyes were paralyzed. There were several observation points outside the ring drill of the third unit of the drilling rig. Scattered monsters could be seen rushing over. Whenever these incarnation butterflies in groups of three or five tried to break through the carapace of the drilling rig-they approached the Garden of All Things, and their bodies began to disintegrate and turned into a mass of pure elemental substance, and were sent back to the body of the original seed by the powerful suction.

The depth of the stratum increased little by little. When it reached [-1130M], Xueming felt that it was getting cooler and cooler. Just like the stratum environment of Niflheim, it seemed that the original seed was doing its best to absorb geothermal heat and preserve energy.

Fickwood took off the last bit of armor, wearing only a warm duck down coat, and sat next to the mechanical table.

He had no elixir, and next he had to rely on the subjective initiative of the spiritual core and other group members - in other words, just leave it to fate.

"The oil pressure and temperature are very good"

The old man smiled playfully, leaning on his knees with both hands, hunched over and staring at the dashboard.

"The speed is just right, just right, the descent rate has returned to normal."

"We have passed the most difficult stage, Gunsmith"

"Thanks to you."

Jiang Xueming didn't understand these. He didn't care about the scientific research of this crazy old man, but asked about what happened just now--

"--How long did I sleep?"

Fickwood sighed: "Just more than two minutes, you seem to be very tired, I really don't know how you did it, the priest is unlucky to meet a bad star like you, and there is no opponent under his command who can match you."

"Only two minutes?" Jiang Xueming was puzzled. After the surprise attack with the incarnation butterfly, he lost part of his consciousness and froze in his seat. When he woke up, he realized that he had fallen into a coma, but now he is mentally healthy, not like he only slept for two minutes. And there is another important point-he can't control his sleeping behavior and has lost this part of his ability.

"It's very close to your mother, so it's normal for you to feel sleepy." Fickwood explained: "In this place, anything can happen. If you think about it, your body may change."

Saying this, the old man gently stroked the rotten flesh on his face——

"——I feel like I am gradually getting stronger."

"The temperature is getting colder and cooler."

As his fingers stroked these scars, a pair of invisible and intangible "hands" were gradually kneading and squeezing the rotten flesh on his face.

The rotten white masseter muscles have regained the color of blood, and the skin is squirming. They are gradually re-biting, forming a younger face.

Jiang Xueming couldn't help but become vigilant - this is not the power of a blood-granting monster! It is definitely not the ability to heal itself at a super speed!

There seems to be another mystery to Fickwood's "wishful thinking". At this depth of the earth, can the thoughts of intelligent creatures affect the physical body? !

In fact, this was the case. The old man became slightly younger. Relying on this power, he healed his face. The vitreous body that had been tortured by high-temperature steam gradually became brighter. His qi and blood became strong and he regained some vitality.

"Gunsmith, would you like to give it a try?"

Jiang Xueming hesitated: "How did you do it?"

"Relying on the subconscious mind." Fickwood said with a smile: "I have been thinking, always thinking, if I could be younger, have more time, more opportunities, more money, manpower and material resources - just Thinking about it this way, they will never come to me."

"But here, near the nursery of life, at least there will be no shortage of [life]."

"That's how the panacea comes -"

"——We take the essence of Mother Earth and the fertilizer of the earth to create the physical body of Guangyintian."

“It transforms us, it nourishes us, it destroys us.”

"As long as your body is still intact and healthy and strong in your subconscious mind, then the Garden of All Things will respond to you."

"When I was still a homo sapiens, I also tasted the taste of panacea."

Fickwood's eyes were full of longing and hope——

"——I have almost forgotten its taste. This blood-imparted body cannot taste any elixir. It is extremely poisonous to me. It will only cure the insect nest brought by the holy blood of grace and make me become a new person. Become an arakkoa monster."

"All substances in the world must obey the law of conservation, but Panacea has no intention of obeying this rule."

"I was just thinking, I was thinking - is it going to overdraw my life?"

Fickwood closed his eyes and carefully smelled the sweet smell in the air. The Nursery of Life was almost within reach——

"——The result is not like this. The increase in human metabolism does not seem to have any toxic side effects or make people age prematurely."

"After seeing the underground ecology created by Aohun Mingde, I have also met many centenarians. With the help of panacea, they look no more than sixty or seventy years old. Except for some chronic diseases caused by living habits, It’s not even a disease—it’s just a sub-healthy state. Other than that, these people are no different from the long-lived old people in the surface world.”

"Then the theory of metaphysics still holds true. The things I have worked hard to figure out for most of my life don't seem to be that important."

"So I wanted to dig deeper and prove one thing, just a trivial thing."

"I want to know what is it that replenishes our essence, heals our wounds, and helps us maintain our human form."

"Thirty-one years ago, I figured it out, but not completely."

"I had another chance four years ago, but my cult fell under your butcher's knife."

Jiang Xueming responded awkwardly: "To be honest, I can't remember it clearly."

Fickwood laughed heartily: "Hahahahahaha!"

At this time, he seemed to have looked away, let go, and didn't care about anything anymore. There was only freedom and ease in his smile.

"It is very natural, Gunsmith - when a predator kills its prey, it cannot remember what it has eaten. What is the name of the prey? What is its life story? These are not important to you at all. "

Jiang Xueming did not respond. He was waiting for Fickwood to make a choice. Judging from the current situation, it is still a bit difficult to climb back from this depth. If [A Way Out·生路] can give him a ride, that would be great. thing.

"Would you like to walk a little further down with me?" Fickwood asked.

Jiang Xueming is still the same down-to-earth person: "You mean, I can go back now, right? Nothing happens to me? I've finished fighting the monsters, can I leave?"

"Of course!" Fickwood spread his hands, "If you want to leave, please take off your spacesuit. I need to take a photo of you. It must be clear and fully developed, so [A Way Out·生路] I can send you back to the previous studio."

Xueming immediately began to take off his armor. At this moment, Fickwood murmured——

"——Gunsmith, have you heard the Mother Goose nursery rhyme?"

Xueming responded casually: "No."

Fickwood: "There's a song called 'London bridge is falling down·London Bridge is falling down' - you should have heard it."

Xueming: "My wife has listened to it and often sings it to the baby."

Fickwood: "The age in which I was born is the age in which it was born."

Xueming: "Is there any profound meaning?"

"No," Fickwood sighed, "It's just chatting. In AD 50, this small bridge was built across the Thames."

Xueming: "Then your body can also go to the British Empire Museum. Even a single denture is priceless."

"Hahahahaha!" Fickwood laughed: "Gunsmith! I like your sense of humor!"

After a while, Fickwood continued to talk about this children's song——

"—Five years later, the bridge collapsed because of the war."

"——Thousands of years later, the bridge collapsed again, again because of the war."

"The Viking kings tore it down to isolate the north and south sides of the Thames."

"It's the Industrial Revolution, it's the era when capitalism determines how the world should run."

"It was sold to Arizona, to a real estate owner."

"Everything revolves around the land, around the blood, around killing each other, creating and destroying. It goes around in circles, around in circles."

"From birth until death -"

"—Gunsmith! Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"

Fickwood's breathing began to become rapid, and a ball of red mist flew out of his mouth.

Just like the Incarnate Butterfly, as a blood-granting monster, he will also suffer the curse of the Nursery of Life and will gradually return to normal.

[Part②·Sweet Death]

Suddenly, the drilling rig "stopped" for a moment!

Formation depth data is advancing by leaps and bounds——

——It wasn’t until [-1877M] that the growth rate of dashboards slowly slowed down.

"We're past the shell, we're in the nursery of life." Fickwood stood up again.

All reconnaissance instruments and all electronic eyes were paralyzed, and were destroyed by the powerful geomagnetism the moment they entered the eggshell.

As the core of spiritual intelligence, the fish-man sister Caiyun has persisted to this point, but her colleagues can no longer persist.

A series of blasting sounds came from above, but there was no certainty as to who was going first and who was last - Abbot Xianzhou was at the end of his battle.

"That doesn't sound right." The gunsmith looked up.

"When Lightning Star comes here, he also wants to accept the call of the Garden of All Things." Fickwood was spitting red smoke from his mouth as he spoke: "It's time to say goodbye! Gunsmith!"

Unit 16 was the first to be paralyzed. Lightning Star's body turned into a ball of red smoke, and countless butterflies flew away from the machine——

——Tianji Star Officer didn’t have time to inform his brothers and pressed the release button earlier. The moment the lock well was completely opened, he saw the outside world.

From the iron cell, there was almost no light, walking down the dark and rugged cave.

But in fact, the outside world is more beautiful than he imagined——

——At that moment, the head of a Shambhala native emerged from the "spine" of this steel monster.

He stared at the world hungrily. As the power drill ring was completely paralyzed, the terrifying note of mechanical bodies squeezing and deforming came from behind.

He saw it all, he saw it all.

Arriving 2,700 meters deep into the ground, the most reliable Tianxuan star officer who had been following Fickwood was about to leave.

The second power unit gradually disintegrates - originally used as a filler, as a lubricant and protective substance for the organism, the biological gel in the drill is also gradually disintegrating. Any corpse without a soul or a substance without psychic energy is in this strange state. Under the influence of spiritual pressure, drastic changes occurred.

The electromechanical system has been completely paralyzed. Tianxuan Star Officer unlocked the link lock of the first unit. After completing the airtight isolation work, it turned into a dull clang above the head - it will stay in [-2870M] forever, maybe many Years from now, explorers searching for "ancient civilization" will also discover these relics.

"Are you ready?" Fickwood raised the Polaroid. This camera was also in extremely unstable shape. Many of its rubber parts had begun to melt, as had the photo paper.

Before Jiang Xueming could answer, Fickwood added a condition.

"You can't take anything back with you except the clothes from the last photo, Gunsmith."

"So I'm asking you, tell other people, tell other people, write this in your mission report."

"We got here and we were able to get here."

"We have the ability to get here."

Xueming nodded.

"Kacha!——"

The shutter falls, and Death is seated opposite Fickwood, in the same scene as the previous photo, and in the same scene as his death preview.

The gunsmith quickly turned into a shadow, and at this moment, the drill bit gradually stopped spinning.

Fickwood hurriedly changed the dressing bag and stuffed the photo into it. He didn't have time to wait for the gunsmith's photo to be fully developed. He didn't have much time. To fulfill the agreement, Lan Caiyun must be sent back.

He became younger and stronger, and the flesh and blood on his body gradually piled up, changing from a skinny and bones state back to a young man - he felt that his spiritual power was becoming more powerful, and his spiritual power reserve had already Closely connected to the original seed.

He quickly clicked the shutter for the second time. The moment the drilling rig completely stopped working, the spiritual core in Merkaba's sacred cube quickly dissipated - the fish-man girl turned into a bolt of lightning and ran towards the ground.

He did not rush to take pictures of himself, but sat next to the mechanical table.

He came and went so many times, and from beginning to end, he never walked out of the cave. He could only see the shadow cast by the flames in the cave.

He did not have the courage to face death. Once he really looked into the eyes of the original seed, he would die without rebirth - but if you don't look at it, how can you say you have truly seen it?

Now the god of death is holding a sickle and driving him out of the cave. This is his last chance.

"What a crazy thing"

"Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"

Fickwood's sanity gradually disintegrated, and when the depth of the formation reached [-3100M], he began to talk nonsense——

——There are many voices! Lots and lots of sounds! Countless souls are watching him!

There was a strange rustling sound coming from the drill bit. It did not stop and lost the guidance of its spiritual core. The machine seemed to be still working due to its huge inertia. What is the environment like outside? Perhaps it was like a sticky gel, Fickwood wondered. Or loose, soft gravel? Just like egg liquid.

The next second, Fickwood got the answer.

The drill bit also began to fester and disintegrate. Even diamond and steel would turn into pure essence when reaching this depth.

They turned into a brilliant golden translucent substance and turned into extremely fluid plasma. They were constantly twisting and changing shapes, and Fickwood was thrown into a bright "sky". He couldn't distinguish between up, down, left, and between heaven and earth. His body was spinning rapidly, and streams of thick red smoke continued to come out of his mouth and nose—these were the remnants of Vita's brand of grace's holy blood, and his stomach. The insect nests inside are gradually becoming unified.

There is light everywhere, and they are all colorful nebula-like light curtains. Where they are more intense and dazzling, there are countless huge limbs. These limbs are changing shape all the time. They are like molten bodies. Some of the magmatic rocks are like gummy jelly, while others are distributed in various directions like tree-like veins.

Fickwood finally stopped spinning. He lost gravity and felt that his lungs were filled with a strange warm current, but he did not suffocate.

He gestured with his thumb, trying to find a reference object to see the distance clearly and distinguish the size of these things. He still wants to measure his mother, know his mother, and feel his mother.

He raised his hand, only to find that the young and powerful body was dissipating. The nails and skin slowly turned into a trickle shape, and even seven or eight fingers grew out. Some thin granulations could also be seen, like delicate Hair is constantly moving on the skin and will start to grow when it finds the right location.

They were between liquefied and atomized states, and they did not leave this naked body immediately - yes, the moment he fell out of the abbot's fairy boat, the clothes on his body had long since returned to the same state, whether they were duck down or chemical fiber materials, They have all become the most basic elements and become part of Mother Earth.

The first thing that began to decompose was Fickwood's "dead" keratin. His hair and nails were completely atomized. In this strange space where air, solid, and liquid were mixed, they were more like pure blocks of color, pure. of light.

Wanting to summon the spirit power, the moment Fickwood shouted [A Way Out·生路], the arm part corresponding to the spirit body completely disappeared! The moment the soul leaves this body, he must accept the death penalty!

"Gunsmith."

"Gunsmith."

Fickwood cried, wishing that someone could be with him. He was so lonely——

——The tears flowed upward, rolling in this chaotic ocean, and gradually turned into crystal clear powder.

"What an incredible miracle!"

"The deviant and selfish flesh and blood gene! How crazy it is!"

"Life! Life! Life!"

"It exists!"

A cross-shaped scar split from the forehead, and it expanded rapidly, like the holy mark left by the crucifixion of Jesus——

——Fickwood's aura is rapidly disappearing, and his hypothalamus consciousness center is exposed to this ocean, contacting and merging with the material of the Garden of All Things.

The first truly unified saint was born, but he did not recite scriptures or believe in religion.

Like a ball of fireworks——

——In the nursery of life, it becomes the foam of the sea.