Abyss Train

Chapter 748 Act.04 [Victim Sacrifice]

Foreword:

A hungry stomach has no ears.

  —François Rabelais

[Part ①: Overly Flexible Survival Strategy]

Faye Frosalin was not at all surprised by the Jewish Patriarch's sliding kneeling behavior.

——Because that’s the kind of person he is.

From ancient times to the present, this greedy parasite has inherited not only the principle of capitalism’s supremacy of profit, but also the weakness of the bourgeoisie.

For a moment, Fayi even felt that the fact that the Patriarch was able to kneel down, call for help, and beg for mercy in time was in itself an excellent and outstanding quality of life.

There are not many people in this world who can change their attitude at the speed of light, put aside their ridiculous dignity, not care about honor or disgrace, and go back on their words and deny themselves - even if Judas just said that the most terrible emotion is "shame", according to this statement, then at this moment, Billy Horn is stronger. He can appease the violent machine with peace of mind, please the violent machine, and continue to use the violent machine.

There is an old Chinese saying that a man is one who can bend and stretch.

——In order to survive, Judas took the essence of things and also removed the dregs.

He hugged Billy Horn's thighs, threw away all the dignity of a pastor, and squeezed a few hypocritical tears from his distorted features. Maybe that was not fake - it was real.

He was extremely scared and absolutely did not want to be swallowed by the blood eagle.

Although [Tian Shou] can resurrect him, how can he say that the other self from the parallel universe is his true self? !

It was just a substitute, a puppet, a puppet created to fulfill a contract, and the trading partner chosen by Goddess Io.

It does not matter who fills the Dagda's cauldron; what matters is that the Dagda's cauldron must be filled.

"Hero! Save me! Save me! Save me!" Judah was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, but he didn't dare to bite Billy Horn's legs. If he exposed his true identity as the blood donor, this man with vigorous blood and extraordinary strength would smash his head - he would die earlier than Blood Eagle.

"Get out of the way." Billy pushed Judas away to prevent this demented and crazy "civilian" from getting in the way.

His legs were not very flexible when he took steps forward. The callus in his ankles seriously affected his body balance, so he could only limp forward.

After fully regaining my vision, I looked out of the cabin door on the dim side of the deck and saw that the blood eagle monster had just climbed up.

Its limbs were out of control and it looked as miserable as Billy. The flesh and bones that originally belonged to the hybrid part had been shattered by the geological hammer, and it had to slowly adapt to the essence of fish, shrimp and river food - its movements were also much slower.

In Billy's eyes, the blood eagle's intention was very clear. It was to slowly crawl towards the corpse of its companion, eat the broken limbs and arms, and swallow the headless body.

"Damn."

Billy Horn cursed under his breath, turned back to Judas, and grabbed him with his big hand.

"Bring it!"

Judas still had Billy's backpack on his shoulder, and he stumbled and fell down after being pulled. His head hit the edge of the cabin's wooden floor, and he gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes full of resentment, and a bloody gash appeared on his forehead. He quickly covered the wound, fearing that the blood-giving monster's super-speed healing ability would be exposed to Billy - he didn't dare to say anything.

"Billy!" Fayi asked hurriedly, "Do you need my help?!"

Billy Horn hesitated for a moment, and his eyes became extremely clear.

He had never told these two strangers his real name -

——But there is no time to worry about these things. He doesn’t have the extra brain power.

"Stay here, little sister!"

In the dim light of the cabin, Fayi Frosalin's young face, which was only 21 years old, had a pale complexion of weak blood. Even though her skin was wheat-colored, her eye bags were purple and black, her stomach was empty and her holy blood was unbalanced, and there were many tiny acne and measles from the Vita mark crawling up her neck. In Billy's opinion, it was a blessing in disguise that this girl could withstand the spiritual pressure of the Blood Eagle and maintain consciousness.

He pulled out a rock pick from his backpack. This pick was more difficult to control than the mattock of a geological hammer, but Billy Horn had no other choice.

His expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed and his facial features were distorted. He looked like a bad student who was about to enter the college entrance examination room, but his heart gradually calmed down.

It's not that he gave up, gave up, or completely collapsed. But after experiencing the spiritual pressure of the Blood Eagle, his spiritual attributes were rising, and his will to survive and spiritual pressure resistance were getting stronger and stronger.

The most terrifying and powerful means of attack of these Vita Brand derivatives is the mental damage caused by inspiration pressure.

They can defeat the will of the regiment's officers and men to fight, make accurate shooters lose their aim, pollute the five senses of Homo sapiens by bursting capillaries, and feed back the damage and pain they have received to the enemy, further weakening humanity's killing capabilities.

Their twisted and deformed heads and limbs make people lose their courage and slowly fall into madness and despair.

Panacea can heal the body, but it cannot cure a broken and frightened heart.

There are very few soldiers who can survive this stage. If it is regarded as a test, its mortality rate is too high. The organized army group must adopt long-range artillery bombardment to deal with the incarnation butterfly instead of facing it directly.

Once you get close to it, within a straight-line distance of thirty meters, this kind of mental damage will turn a warrior with all the guns and superb martial arts into a lamb to be slaughtered.

Before he knew it, Billy Horn had completed his transformation. He skipped two or three levels in succession, ascending from the pupation stage to the eclosion stage - but he didn't know it yet, and he couldn't feel the changes in his spirit at all.

He picked up the pickaxe and moved closer to the blood eagle monster. His heart rate gradually increased as the spiritual pressure became stronger and stronger. The moment he fell into the "deep water area", the familiar numbness and tingling sensation came over him again.

His right arm gradually lost control. The overlong handle of the rock pick, stained with blood and rain, slipped from his palm, and the pick head was about to hit his palm - at this moment, a ball of emerald green light emerged from Billy Horn's shoulder.

The surging spiritual fire instantly dried the tattered clothes on his shoulders and neck, and his arms firmly grasped the pickaxe.

"Ha!" Billy felt his mind lifted, his facial features suddenly relaxed, and all the haze was swept away.

The blood eagle monster has crawled to the side of its companion's corpse. Its belly has turned into a big mouth, and it is almost impossible to see any human shape. After the spine was broken, its physical form was mixed with many genes of oviparous animals, and it became a mass of constantly wriggling twisted flesh and blood. Its skin has become softer and more elastic, and six arms have grown from its torso limbs, but without fingers or palms.

It cannot find more psychic catalysts, cannot acquire more “chirality” – it cannot delve deeply into the realm of human flesh, and can only develop vertically, making itself larger and more efficient in its feeding.

Compared to the last time they met, the spiritual pressure emitted by this blood eagle has not become stronger, because it cannot eat human flesh and cannot obtain more spiritual energy resources.

  Billy Horn didn't hesitate, and swung the pickaxe hard according to the spot where he was injured last time!

"Pfft!——"

The pickaxe hit the limp waist and tore a bloody wound.

At this moment, Billy Horn heard screams, which came from three places.

Six "mouths" emerged from the wound. They were the fleshy skirts of river clams pressed against each other, emitting high-frequency howls imitating the structure of human vocal cords. It seemed that the Blood Eagle had used all its strength to protect this fragile section of the spine.

  In the cabin, Fayi covered her head and screamed. She felt a big hole in her stomach, as if it had been pierced by a rock pick, and even her intestines were about to be pulled out!

Judas held onto the windowsill in so much pain, retching continuously, a gurgling sound coming out of his throat, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

When Billy Horn swung the pickaxe down, he also felt a phantom pain in his abdomen. His face turned pale, and he tried to pull the handle of the pickaxe to further expand the wound, but his arms became limp and weak, and the severe pain once again controlled his body.

  He just felt incredible - how did the gunsmith teacher bear such pain? How did he do it?

Stay focused! Stay focused!

Billy Horn! Stay focused!

The blood eagle monster was severely injured. It did not fight back immediately. Instead, it held the body of its companion with its big mouth in its abdomen and refused to let go.

It had its back to Billy Horn (if one counts based on the direction of its head, this mass of flesh and blood can even have a "back"). Sixteen eyes slowly emerged from the two "blood eagle wings" made up of ribs and strips of flesh on its back. They had evolved into partial eyelids and pupils and were staring blankly at Billy.

At this moment, Billy's sanity is tested once again.

He fell into a kind of illusion of disorientation and spatial dislocation, and seemed unable to control the weapon in his hand. He could not feel the distance in space, as if everything had become a two-dimensional and three-dimensional overlapping and disordered image. Raindrops hit the back of the incarnation butterfly and immediately turned into a flat splash of water. The handle of his pickaxe seemed to be infinitely far away from him, and it became a problem to grasp it.

This is an illusion created by the Incarnation Butterfly. This blood eagle has eaten a portion of its companions' essence and is slowly evolving towards its complete form.

  Billy's shoulders and neck flesh on both sides burst out with an even more turbulent and brilliant emerald green aura! He looked like an Acala! Two balls of fire shone from his eyes!

The spiritual threads gradually entangled into a solid mass, and gradually gathered into the left and right arms, completely lifting the rock pickaxe!

  In a flash, eight bundles of bones gathered in the blood eagle's wings, and the resilient muscle fibers intertwined with each other, and the sharp yellow-brown bone blades fiercely stabbed at the ungrateful human warrior!

The sharp weapon pierced through his body, and Billy could hardly react at all.

  ——He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, but he did not retreat. Instead, he closed his eyes. He could not use his eyes to observe the distance. His vision became a burden, so he simply gave up his eyes!

[Part②·Together in the Same Boat]

The Blood Eagle wanted to do the same thing. Many pits appeared on the front half of its body. The abdominal muscles used for biting had been deployed to the "back" and gradually merged into new bloody spears. Four more fierce stabs hit Billy Horn's soft spot, penetrated deep into the lungs, and tore the diaphragm.

The monster could feel that this Homo sapiens was becoming increasingly weak. It was reluctant to give up the meat in its mouth, so it had to allocate more of its essence to deal with the weapon behind it and more muscle segments to deal with this warrior.

Billy Horn held his breath. He couldn't breathe. He could feel these hot strips of meat constantly expanding and contracting and stirring inside his body. They were maggots on the tarsal bones, able to expand and contract. The hard bone razors destroyed his cardiopulmonary system again and again.

The pain was driving him crazy, and his eyes were gradually filled with bloodshot. However, it was so difficult to pull away the pickaxe and swing the weapon again.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

He spat out pieces of dirty blood and let out a shrill scream from his throat.

"Ah! --- cough! --- cough! ---"

He couldn't suppress his body's instincts. His lungs felt itchy and the Vita brand penetrated deep into his spinal cord once again.

Blood Eagle had to push the soldier's body down little by little, using his gun to pierce the soft flesh and restrain this strong body, forcing Billy to kneel down slowly - after losing the high point advantage, the pickaxe did not have the process of accelerating and adding force from top to bottom through the two arms, and also lost most of its lethality.

  Billy had no choice but to use his spirit to escape. As soon as the two arms made of spirit silk clumps left the pickaxe, new tentacles and flesh thorns shot towards him!

This is the last bit of strength of the Blood Eagle! It has completely stopped eating——

——The protein-rich shrimp and crab muscles have left its abdominal cavity and no longer demand the flesh and blood of its companions.

The thick shell slowly collapsed without the support of flesh and blood, and many shells fell loosely from the twisted limbs.

It has already exerted all its strength and is using all its energy to kill the enemy.

Billy Horn passed the first hurdle, passed the second hurdle, and seemed to be about to fail at the third hurdle—

——He has walked very far, but there is no such thing as a man of destiny. There is no goddess of luck to favor him in this land. There is no coincidence to change his fate, no miracle to turn the tide and suddenly burst out with the power of the soul.

If you can pass the three difficult stages of pupation, cocooning and emerging from the cocoon in succession, it means you have reached the end.

Like Dr. Maguire's superb soul power evolution process, he also received help from Beloberg, but Billy did not have the White God's sharp blade to save the situation.

Even if it was a gunsmith, if he had to use this kind of scrap metal to deal with the Incarnation Butterfly, he would be badly injured if he didn't die.

has it ended?

Billy Horn's spirit arm grasped the bayonet tightly -

  ——Seize these four deadly attacks shooting towards your head!

The pickaxe gradually slipped from his palm. He gritted his teeth and held his breath again, half-kneeling and trying to stand up again.

“Ah! Ahh ...

He used all his brute strength to wrestle with the elementary form of this mythical unit.

Repeated pulling and struggling - a full minute passed.

Several times he was in so much pain that he couldn't control his spirit body. In the moment when his consciousness was scattered, he used his flesh and blood body and his palms to continue to take over, tightly grasping the bone spur in front of his forehead and holding on to the swollen flesh whiskers of the flesh spear.

As soon as his knees were slightly off the ground, Blood Eagle began to drag the bayonet, shifting his center of gravity forward and causing his entire body to pounce into the arms of this horrific monster.

He wanted to free his hands to grab the pickaxe, but he felt a horrible, crisp sound of bones breaking between his heart and lungs.

He was almost in despair - he just hoped that Foianini would wake up soon.

A warrior is never alone and should never die alone.

Fuanini did not respond to him -

——What responded to him was a pair of rough, brown hands.

Judas' face was covered in cold sweat. He came to Billy's side as if possessed by a spirit, and repeatedly confirmed that Billy was still alive.

——In these few minutes that determined life and death, he watched for too long, and every time Billy fell into despair, he thought the story was over.

However, this tough body and this strong soul seemed to be jumping in and out repeatedly in front of the gate of the underworld.

The capillaries in Judas' eyes had long since burst, and he could only see a vague outline struggling in front of another mass of flesh that was constantly twisting and wriggling, spraying blood and exhaling scalding hot air.

  He grabbed the pickaxe and hit the Blood Eagle on the back!

The intense pain made Judas lose his mind!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck your mother!!! Fuck your mother!!!"

Billy Horn started to yell, "You hit the wrong place!"

"How do I know where to hit?!" Judas covered his chest and his heart stopped beating for several seconds due to the severe pain.

Billy freed up one of his spiritual arms and touched the blood eagle's muscle joints all the way to the center of the wing, and then touched the seventh vertebral joint of the head and neck.

"The transverse foramen of the seventh cervical vertebra is the smallest. Look carefully! Look carefully!"

  "It hurts so much! Damn it!" Judah dragged the pickaxe and used all his strength again!

For a moment——

——The rain and blood on the deck flew into the sky.

They lifted Billy's body and floated in the air.

The same thing happened to Judas. The moment the pickaxe smashed the gate of death, the terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared. He was at a loss, and the wind and waves rolled the passenger ship, causing him to lose balance and fall to the side of the river.

Billy grabbed Judah's arm tightly, and the two of them first crashed into the hardwood mast and then fell back to the deck.

Right now, right now.

Judas could see clearly that there seemed to be many monsters hidden in the shadows of the rising and falling waves and in the turbulent water from the upper reaches of the Wujiang River towards Taizhou. They were all minions of Fickwood, hybrids of fishmen from the Laibei government, and had transformed into all kinds of strange and bizarre blood eagle monsters.

He felt like he was trapped in hell, living in a bloody sacrifice, with himself as the sacrifice.

It won't be long before these monsters come knocking on your door.