Abyss Train

Chapter 738 Death, Don’t Be Proud

In the core area of ​​Emperor Aizong's mausoleum, there is a scientific research complex covering an area of ​​16 hectares.

The podium spreads down along the pit of this oval tomb complex, which almost emptied the manpower of four generations of Daoheng County. The fish-human hybrids took on the manual labor, and there were 58 Tiangongyuan believers who specialized in psychic subjects as the division heads of various agencies.

All for one thing——

——That is to dig through the center of the earth.

The core area of ​​the complex is located 170 meters underground, with the altitude of Pompeii Sea as the standard. It is also the main tomb of Emperor Aizong of Xia. However, the former emperor did not have the opportunity to live in this top-notch tomb. It has become Mr. Fickwood's ideal and hope.

"Teacher Abby, there is no new message from the Star Officer's Chaos Egg." The female assistant said in a low voice.

Fickwood Abbey responded: "It is Death that is coming."

The female assistant couldn't believe it. Even though Haoshou Tianzun had always believed that the gunsmith was not dead - but after hearing these words with her own ears, she was unwilling to accept this fact.

"Lingguang Buddha will not allow you."

Before he could finish his words, Old Abby interrupted him, "What else could it be? My six star officials were on the verge of death, and they didn't even have the strength to press the shutter. In just one minute, all the negatives left in the archives became waste paper - they have returned to the earth, their souls have been taken away by the god of death, and they have gone to the dreamland one step ahead of me."

"Facts speak louder than words, my little niece."

Old Mr. Fickwood patted his female assistant on the shoulder, looked at his nephew's work badge, and then tore it off.

"Marin, if you don't want to die, leave here as soon as possible."

Marlene Abby is a distant cousin of Fickwood, and also a middleman who made her fortune with the Mad Butterfly Saint Cult. Since the end of the expedition era, this woman has clung to her uncle's thigh and has risen rapidly in the cadre system of the Immortal Alliance - with the help of Lord Feather, she got a sinecure in the Tiangong Academy, and she no longer has to be a poor filler like other mercenaries, and she doesn't have to face the ferocious and cruel Nameless.

"I am willing to follow you until the last moment." Marlene looked only in her early thirties, but her actual age was over two hundred years old.

Fickwood smiled with relief and immediately asked about work.

"Crystalline rock is hard. We have thirteen spare diamond drill bits. The drilling temperature is below four hundred degrees Celsius."

Marlene: “Yes.”

Fickwood: "The Lightning Star is the basic unit of psychic energy. Now that the Star Officer is dead, what is the status of other backup energy sources?"

"If it is to be used as a bottom hole power machine, it can match the mechanical energy of the impact rotary drill. But the turbine drill and screw drill cannot do this - the torque of these power units will gradually decrease during continuous output, and the working state is not stable enough."

The "Lightning Stars" mentioned here are the top star officials killed by Jiang Xueming in the Baibei Port Hotel.

In addition to the internal and external affairs of the Tiangong Academy, the main purpose of Feckwood's creation of the [Lightning Star] is to transform these critical blood-donating nobles into pure flesh-and-blood mechanical power units.

The Lightning Star, which was created using the genetic blueprint of the fish-man hybrid, can provide an average power output of 743 kilowatts per person, which is approximately 1,000 horsepower in metric terms.

The ultra-deep hole drilling machine of Tiangong Institute is composed of twelve lightning star parallel engine groups.

——You may wonder, if you only need a thousand horsepower output, why not choose gas power? Or electric power?

Because the answer is already written in history books. For Fickwood, the most difficult things to solve in the ultra-deep hole drilling project in Area 77 are temperature and pressure.

Mechanical engineering deep underground has to face temperatures ranging from 150 to 400 degrees Celsius, and air pressures of more than 150 MPa. Cables, oil, polymer materials, and steel are no longer reliable - almost everything will slowly turn into soft mud. Coolants will boil, and pipelines for oil and electricity will quickly oxidize and crack. Any spark that exceeds the flash point of the fuel will cause a chain explosion.

Fickwood could not solve these problems with scientific means, and the same was true for Aohen Mingde. This was the limit of the application of materials engineering in the underground world. The Galahad School of Magic, located on the edge of the Pacific Plate, could only look at the steep chasm and sigh - humans could no longer go down.

A long road was thus born. Around the topic of [Lightning Star], a fish-man hybrid that was not afraid of the high temperature of hot springs was born, followed by a new and extremely unstable holy blood configuration.

Lightning stars can solve many problems. As long as there is enough manpower, these stars can be lined up deep underground and push and pull the hinge ratchet in the most primitive way. They can replace the bottom-of-hole power unit.

Compared to the huge industrial machinery, these hybrids are small and exquisite. The spiritual pressure of Lightning Star itself is the best cooling equipment under the control of a parallel power timing group.

Fikewood needed Arkin and a large amount of blood sacrifices to fulfill his ideals. He could only turn to Judah, but Aohen Mingde would never approve of this approach - even if the black cat thought that the Cinder King was reasonable but illegal.

Like the Sacred Sun underground, Fikewood believed that his career was a bridge, a great opportunity for countless lives to communicate directly with Mother Earth. Sooner or later, a sect similar to the Stairway to the Sun that worshipped the Cinder King would appear. As long as they dug deeper, the secrets of Argentum and the Primordial Seed would no longer be secrets. The Incarnation Butterfly was not a mythical creature, but an experimental material.

"How's the progress of the specimen group?" Fickwood asked.

Marlene responded in a low voice: "The hardness of the core is within the range allowed by the program, and the natural fluidity of the rock cuttings has also been tested. It is still a value that the mechanical engineering team can withstand. More than 3,100 meters below, the waveform given by the ground detection instrument is not accurate enough. It should be the electric field of the Primordial Seed that affects the observation results."

"What about liquid and gas samples?" Fickwood took a booklet from the bookshelf in his office.

Marlene responded immediately: "The results of the six drilling sample points in the tomb group have just come out, and the best drilling location has been determined."

"Let's start tomorrow. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." Fickwood said this and turned to the first page of the booklet.

The opening message contains a personal introduction of the English poet John Donne and the title of the sonnet:

——《Death, Don’t Be Proud》

"Death, Death"

"Don't be proud"

As if he sensed that his end was near, the old man became unusually calm.

Marlene did not seem to be frightened. Ever since her uncle recited this poem, she seemed to have let it go.

"The strata here don't look like the Conrad discontinuity, nor do they look like the Moho discontinuity."

"No real life comes here except various waves."

Fickwood then reads:

"——How powerful, how terrifying."

"You, you, actually don't live up to your reputation."

"You think that all living beings are doomed to die. But I am still alive."

"Dreamland is a reflection of you. You make people feel comfortable and at ease."

"The best of us have long gone with you."

"Let the soul be saved and the body rest in peace."

"You are fate, you are chance, you are the slave of the monarch and the madman."

"Poison, war, and suffering go hand in hand; opium and witchcraft always work."

"They are more powerful than you, so why are you so anxious? Why do you have to be bossy?"

"Let me rest for a while, Death, oh Death"

"Make me clear forever, and I will never die again--"

"——The God of Death is about to die."

After making sure that the gunsmith was in good health, Billy and Foianini set off with the intelligence, heading back to the combat command center to report in detail all that had happened in Daoheng County to Coach Ke.

Su Ling was not in a hurry to enter the Ai Zong Mausoleum area immediately. She found another restaurant in Baibei Port area and decided to act at night.

Jiang Xueming poured panacea on his head as a hair growth agent, and changed his clothes to look like a farmer with a scruffy beard. The local soldiers were unable to find this strange and evil monk.

  As for the changes in Fragrance Dream?

The moment it turned the lock plate, Xue Ming quickly dissipated the soul power -

——He didn't dare to conduct psychic research and inventions in a downtown area. Besides, SD's spirit was rich in sub-gold substances, which were the spiritual essence of the original seed. If Fragrance Dream performed a hand-rubbing butterfly transformation for him on the spot, the scene would be too beautiful for him to watch.

The formula of never used = can't use still works. Before nightfall, Xue Ming must follow the instructions of Teacher Su Ling and clean up his own spirit - to ensure that this big steel cat will not cause trouble in the next assassination operation.

After explaining the basic matters and clarifying the time for the night action, Teacher Su Ling went downstairs to pay the room fee, made a bed on the floor in the guest room, rolled up the plastic sheet as a sleeping bag, and went to sleep.

Xueming was not idle either. He still had four hours of free time. Before lunchtime, he asked the waiter for a meal. While eating, he chatted and learned about the local customs and folkways of Daoheng County.

The waiter who greeted guests on the first floor was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. He came from a family of soldiers. His father was a recruit who was in charge of delivering letters and doing affairs at the general's mansion. He was said to be working for the warlord government, but in fact he was just an errand boy.

When the waiter met the bearded distinguished gentleman named "Zhang Congfeng", he was very polite. When he heard that the other party was a doctor, he told him everything in his heart.

"Sir, you came all the way from Japan, through so much hardship, just for one thing? To study at the Imperial Hospital?"

Jiang Xueming replied: "Yes."

The waiter sighed, "You are a living Bodhisattva. My father said that those who could cross the Copper River in the Sixteen Kingdoms either had extraordinary abilities or made great vows. For example, here, we are close to the old mausoleum of Emperor Aizong of Xia, and we can only afford to eat a bite of food."

Jiang Xueming: "Sounds like there's some story?"

"Of course! The old emperor didn't do many good things when he was alive!" The waiter didn't follow up his previous sentence, and there was no logic in his gossip: "If Dao Heng was assigned to Taizhou, it would also be a territory that eats imperial grain, and he would have to pay three additional taxes every year. I would have to do corvée labor. The canal is still being built in Huainan County, Wujiang! At least 400 laborers starve to death every year!"

"Fortunately, the old emperor died, and died at the right time. General Chen and Bai Shou Tian Zun are here! I have the opportunity to serve tea and water to you, my guest, right?"

There is a strange and bizarre kind of worship revealed in his words.

When the waiter talked about Tiangongyuan, his face was full of hope.

Jiang Xueming then asked: "Who is this Bai Shou Tian Zun?"

For a moment, he couldn't find a suitable adjective and his brain was stuck.

"Uh"

When discussing the religious idols of the locals, the gunsmith was extremely restrained. If it were two or three years ago, his role would have been that of an anti-terrorist sent by the central government to local areas to eradicate cults.

"Little brother, can you tell me about Tiangongyuan?"

The waiter said disdainfully, "You are being too polite, aren't you? Sir! If you want to learn more, you can go to the Cai Family Ancestral Hall at the east end of the Bay Area. In the early days, gentlemen used to tell stories and solve cases over tea. Later, when the White-haired Heavenly Master opened a school, many failed imperial examination candidates went there as volunteers."

"You want me, a person who has only learned arithmetic, to talk about immortals? I really don't dare to speak nonsense."

"If you insist on me saying something, he seems to be..."

The waiter scratched his chin and thought carefully.

"Just like an ordinary person, mysterious and likes children very much."

"He is willing to pay to teach people to count. If he is good at math, he can also open the warehouse to release grain. He is a living Bodhisattva."

"The Tiangong Academy comes to distribute food, and also selects good men and women to repair the Aizong Mausoleum and make some strange mechanisms. If they do a good job, they will be accepted into the inner sect and become personal disciples."

"I don't have the brains for it, so it's a pity I can't get in."

"If I were to go to the tomb of Emperor Ai, I would bring honor to my family! I'm afraid that the counselors around General Chen would call me an immortal when they see me! Hey!"

This time Xueming understood that the local religious affairs in Tiangongyuan were in full swing and had been deeply integrated with the warlord's administrative system. He had become a moral role model in the hearts of the people.

As for how these blood-giving monsters feed and collect blood sacrifices, they must have already been cut and completed by professional violent machines. Before Xueming could ask, the waiter had already given the answer.

"It's just that this place is hard to have peace. General Chen guards the end of the Tong River. To the south are Xiantai and Taiye, and to the north are the two countries of Huaibei, Songshan Island and Bailang Pass. Those two generals are both fierce characters. Throughout the year, the autumn harvest is counted once, the spring plowing is counted once, and there are occasional festivals. We will also fight during the Midsummer Toast Festival."

"There are three major wars in one year. If winter hadn't come and gone late, the recruiting officers in Daliang would have had no time to rest. Fortunately, my father is capable, otherwise I would have had to go to the front line and shed my blood."

The waiter had not yet adapted to the name of the Chen Kingdom, and when he talked about these things, he still reported "Daliang" -

——With so many wars in the agricultural era, changing the country’s name did not seem to be a big deal for ordinary people.

It was this kind of war-torn era that created countless slaves. Families that lost their main labor force were forced to sell their property, which included not only land but also the elderly, women and children.

People who become prisoners in war usually do not have a good ending. Perhaps the blood sacrifices in Inahiro County were transported and exchanged through a small number of wars - this is another literal "eating one's own children". Eating one's own subjects is too barbaric and can easily cause public outrage and mutiny, but eating the surrendered soldiers of other countries becomes a heroic and brave act.

"When will it end?" Jiang Xueming sighed -

——When he asked this question, he was asking the waiter about the ultimate ideal of Tiangongyuan.

Any religious uprising must talk about a core doctrine. This is the banner of saving the suffering and saving all living beings. It is what the common people care about most. Even if it is a little illusory, it is worthy of people's respect and worship.

"Hey! Tomorrow!" The waiter said excitedly, "Sir, you've come at the right time! The ancestral hall has just announced that the White-haired Heavenly Venerable will take the immortal boat to meet the Earthly Mother tomorrow."

The so-called Xianzhou is an ultra-deep hole drilling equipment manufactured by the Tiangong Institute’s scientific research complex.

As for the Earth Goddess, which is the localized translation of Shambhala, she is the original seed.

The gunsmith didn't understand at first, but after hearing what the waiter said, he never expected that the people from the Guiyi Sect would actually go deep underground to face Mother Earth directly - according to his experience in killing the enemies, the cadres and leaders of the Crazy Butterfly Saint Sect were all more afraid of death than each other, let alone Guiyi. Some religious leaders who had never done any housework and had never killed many people in their lives would scream in pain if one of their fingers was cut off.

  This White-haired Heavenly Venerable actually wants to meet Mother Earth? Is he tired of living?

"Look at your expression, sir. Are you scared?" The waiter said proudly, "When Tiangongyuan first came to Baibei Port to preach, he talked about the Dimu Sutra, which said that fortune and misfortune are interdependent and the laws of nature are cyclical."

"All living things on earth get their food from the land. Farmers work in the land, gentry eat land wages and collect rent, generals fight to death for a piece of land, and ministers travel to various provinces to coordinate the fertility and advantages of the land and transfer money and goods from place to place."

"The emperor has to carry a golden hoe to farm the land!~"

The waiter spoke confidently about his fantasies, which also included classic content from Tiangongyuan.

"All living things are fighting for this land. There are killings, cruel officials, natural disasters and man-made disasters. The White-haired Heavenly Venerable came to the old emperor's tomb just to see the Earth Goddess and plead for all living things."

"As long as the Earth Goddess is willing to give more land, won't the problem be solved?"

"No more fighting and chaos in this world."

When talking about this, the waiter's expression became more and more fanatical.

"It's not like the evil ways of demons and monsters. How many alchemists want to eat a bite of human flesh? They use hundreds or thousands of people from villages as medicine to make elixirs?"

"Haoshou Tianzun is my idol!~"

The waiter said confidently.

"If I become such a big shot, I will have the same ambition! I will have the same ideal! The beasts in the mountains and the dragons in the rivers will all listen to me! ~"

Jiang Xueming finished his noodles and threw down a silver dollar: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Sir, hey!" The waiter wanted to say something, but when he turned around, the man with the scruffy beard was nowhere to be seen.

Xueming chose an uninhabited high ground and called out to Hunwei on the leeward slope of the rock platform.

"Fragrant Dreams!"

He wanted to test the ability of the spirit and determine the state of the fragrant dream.

The big cat crawled out of the body, still wearing the amber armor, and looked at the original body with a puzzled look on its face.

"What?! Gunsmith! What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Xueming was as if facing a formidable enemy: "I saw you were about to unscrew the lock on your chest. I was afraid that something might happen, so I brought you to this place - there is no one around here, so try to open the lock slowly."

FE204863's [Regret Medicine] and FE33031's [Fragrant Dream] both have a keyhole on their chests.

During the time of studying in the royal court, Xue Ming not only mastered Pankrasin, but also his spirit body underwent subtle changes.

——The knight armor of Fragrant Dream was filled. It was this perfect and flawless breastplate that allowed Xue Ming to use the "Supersonic Explosion Fist". The essence of his Pankracin was the control and application of sound waves.

The same is true for Meteor, whose sword practice with teacher Beowulf allowed him to master some wolf swordsmanship, but due to his "weak" body, he was unable to bring out the full essence of wolf swordsmanship.

According to legend, the Broadsword Ranger Osin and the Good King Beowulf were both nearly 250 centimeters tall. Only these tall "demigods" could take steps as fast as a storm and make cuts that were like a gale tearing everything apart.

After becoming a blood-donating unit, Meteor acquired the form of a werewolf and the ability to control spiritual elements, and his spiritual body underwent a drastic change.

After the fragrant dream came into contact with the sub-gold substance, it must have changed, but it is hard to say whether it was good or bad.

First, start the experiment with basic functions——

——Xue Ming was agile and climbed up the big banyan tree on the rock platform to dig out the bird's nest. After a while, he caught the slowest flying and most unlucky little sparrow.

He immediately called upon Fragrant Dream, and both the spirit and the real body reached out and pressed down the bird's head.

As expected, the bird fell asleep immediately.

It seems that the power of [hypnosis] is still effective. The spirit and flesh of the big cat have not changed at all. It is still a cat, with strong expressions of the BOSS's essence. The sub-gold substance cannot change its breed - this is a good thing.

As for the lock, Xueming didn't want to open it.

——The unlocking process of FE204863 was extremely difficult, and after unlocking it, the regret medicine turned him into a natural spirit wandering between multiple universes. He no longer had a stable material form and became a being close to Laplace's demon.

But the state of this keyhole was not so stable. If Fragrant Dream stooped a little, the iron block on its chest would fall out. In this state, the hollow keyhole kept making noises, and he had no way to release Pankrasin.

After trying several times, Xueming's fists kept hitting the huge rocks on the ledge.

But no matter how hard he tried, the sound emitted by the spirit was like a broken voice, and the cry of Pankrasin's seagulls could no longer be heard.

Xueming had no choice. When one way didn't work, he had to try another one.

Without Pankrasin, once his dust crystal arrows were used up, he would lack the means to kill the enemy with one blow.

"Unlock it!"

"Are you sure? You asked me to open it!" Fenfang Huanmeng was unsure, and it gripped the lock tightly. The moment the "heart guard" on its chest, which was only eight centimeters in diameter, was filled with steel, it would naturally execute the unlocking procedure, as if a spring was fully wound - once the key was inserted, the lock core would start to operate automatically.

Jiang Xueming instructed: "Try to go slower."

As the gear set fully engaged, a strange clicking sound came from inside the golden armor.

After the disc turned completely 180 degrees, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

Fragrant Dream loosened his grip: "Is it over?"

Jiang Xueming: "Do you feel it?"

There was no change in his spiritual pressure, or in other words, Jiang Xueming could not smell his own "body odor", so he could not feel his spiritual pressure. Without other reference points, it was difficult for him to make an accurate judgment.

"Uh." Fragrance Dream frowned his colorful eyebrows, returned to his original form, and remained possessed.

Xueming punched the boulder—

——Pankrasin’s howl was successfully heard!

Suddenly, cracks appeared in the stone, and the recurring sound waves of different frequencies tore it into four pieces!

  At the same time, Xueming's fist began to crack, it was the damage caused by Pankrasin!

"No problem! It can still be used!" Jiang Xueming was cheered up.

The fragrant dream left the body and felt very confused.

"Did this sub-gold material change my armor? Does it think our tastes are too old-fashioned? Do you want to change from a Silver Saint to a Gold Saint?"

Apart from the somewhat complicated unlocking action, the basic functions of Fragrant Dream have not changed, including the basic output, speed and range of the spirit, and the precision seems to have decreased slightly.

Wait a moment.

Jiang Xueming narrowed his eyes and said, "I asked you to help make bullets before, but you said you couldn't do it. You lied to me, right?"

"Hehehehe." Fragrance Dream was just focused on laughing, so there was no change in precision.

  So is this dark gold armor really just a different color? Does technology come from changing the skin?

at this time--

——The stones that Pankrasin had thrown into the air by his attack suddenly changed.

The scattered smoke and debris slowly floated up, as if losing the natural gravity.

They gradually floated towards the dome of the sky, getting faster and faster!

"This is."

Judging from the familiar yet unfamiliar natural falling rate, the direction in which it is affected by gravity has changed!

"Oh! My! God!" Fragrance Dream held her head with both hands and called out the name: "This is the soul power characteristic of Kangque Johnny!"

Jiang Xueming was surprised and said: "[Subversive·Turning the World Upside Down]!"

The moment he pronounced his real name, a golden arrow shot out from the palm of Fragrance Dream, and the bow that originally belonged to the God of Love also extended from his arm.

——The sub-gold material creates a new spiritual body.

After fifteen seconds of free fall, the stone affected by the golden arrow of the god of love hit the cave in the dome.

Another thick branch broke from the trunk and hit the rock platform, splashing a pool of blood.

The gunsmith walked forward nervously to take a closer look, and found that the little sparrow that had been sleeping soundly just now had turned into meat paste.

A strange gray color appeared all over its body, just like the lead arrow of Cupid released by Johnny Coot, and the exponential gravity was applied to the poor bird, crushing the bird's nest, breaking the branches, and crushing the bird to pieces.

Fragrance Dream was holding the bow, at a loss, and pointed his free hand at the main body.

"Brother! You're cheating!"

In the endless abyss, deep beneath the earth.

In the Hellfire Palace of Pandemaninan, Glori wore a dull golden crown.

The loyal and despicable Mr. Kangque knelt under the hot crystal stone platform, his tattered body was bound by the twisted limbs of the black horse, almost completely swallowed up, and merged with the strange horse that kept changing its shape.

——This power does not belong to the gunsmith, it comes from a dream.