Abyss Train

Chapter 761 Soaring.16 [DareDevil·War Ghost]

Foreword:

The true power of art is the ordinariness blended with great emotion.

  —Jean-François Miller

[Part ①·Instinct]

After taking away the last elixir from Fayi, the gunsmith went to sleep.

When Phoenix came to interrogate Faye Frosalin, things became much simpler.

——There are no potential threats, no unnecessary nonsense. With the help of the visual spirit UI, Fayi only needs to fill in specific answers on questionnaires, and write down or draw the basic terrain and troop deployment of each county and checkpoint of Danqiu Kingdom in several ways.

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

She had no idea what the outcome would be, nor did she know that this series of attacks against the alliance had actually been planned six years ago.

The simple punch that looked powerful and swift, and hit the vital point, was actually full of power. As early as the moment Eureka was taken back, Aohen Mingde, the vengeful little babe, had been secretly preparing to find ways to chop off Judas' head.

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

Fayi simply drew the topography of Emao County based on the superficial impression in his mind, and estimated the number of troops based on the shifts of the engineering team of the Huozi Battalion. However, in the eyes of Commander Ke and the staff of the assault team, these rough data and information were enough to support the conditions for victory.

In order to overcome difficulties and fight to the death, 70% of the heavy casualties came from the process 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 Xiandan Cave Mansion in Danqiu Kingdom.

What are the capabilities of these Guiyi Sect cadres, how much damage can they cause, their basic forms and soul forms, as well as detailed data on blood-transferred species and natural hybrids. If we figure this out, we can save the lives of many scouts.

Taking the early battles at the Ai Zongling Mausoleum as an example, if there had not been the vanguard team of the Gate of All Wonders and the intelligence data collected early on by the Quick Knife Scouts, there would not have been the bold follow-up of the Phoenix later - and it would not have been the turn of the gunsmith to take the field. This was a strategic decision made by deploying appropriate forces round by round, and the generals and General Ke made decisions based on a nested chain of operational logic to evaluate the war resources.

The decision to deploy the second-level reserve team in East Malaysia to deal with Gloria Sebastian was actually full of helplessness. Their will was weak and unhoned, and they were in the form of the old dragon cavalry leading the new, facing Judas's life-saving feathers, and were able to deal with Gloria Sebastian and the spiritual disasters of the Wings of Light and shoot down the Incarnation Butterfly - a large part of the luck was involved, and the BOSS took this life-threatening risk.

This was also the biggest achievement of the serial explosions on the Xiandan Cave Mansion 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 Fikewood was.

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

Judah is like the ruler of an ancient empire. When the country is about to fall apart, most of the resources are used to maintain and manage this primitive social system and maintain the stability of the human trade relationship. He is obsessed with the replacement of power, constantly clipping the wings and weakening the fighting power of local warlords to maintain the previous balance, which makes the monsters and demons of Shambhala more centrifugal and weaker.

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

He no longer had any extra essence or energy to deal with the combined punches of the offensive group. What Judas had to face was never a solitary banner. It was a mighty army that attacked from a dimensionality reduction perspective in terms of administration, military, industrial base, cultural literacy, psychic skills, and fighting will.

Just as the Patriarch said in his speech to important members of the alliance many years ago in Hulu Valley.

"In this era, it is already difficult to find people who have no criminal record and are capable of working as undercover agents."

“Most of those who have some skills have found a suitable way out.”

"The world is changing, everyone please take care of yourself."

The original intention of the Patriarch was for all members of the alliance to be humble and endure for fifty years. It was estimated that by the next harvest season, the situation would be very good again.

But he underestimated the gunsmith's killing efficiency, underestimated Aohen Mingde's determination, and even more underestimated the hatred of the tens of millions of people who had 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 still happening to Fayi Frosalin.

She was controlled by a powerful inertia of thinking and bound by fantasy. She did not care about every word she wrote and every picture she drew while sitting on the "regret chair" - she thought it was just the beginning of her personal happiness.

Just like her blood-donating freak genetic instinct, only by eating certain things can she feel at ease and have a strong sense of fullness.

However, these cold data, these troop distribution maps and terrain marking patterns will become the butcher knife that Guangling will use to swing at the Guiyi Holy Army.

She was not aware of this at all, Ms. Fahy's frontal lobe was unable to organize sympathy -

——Just like the original design language of the Holy Blood Formula, the monster created by Judah and Fickwood together does not have these unnecessary emotions.

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

"Look! Look! Have I written enough details?"

Teacher Su Ling clapped softly: "Excellent! Please continue to display your talent!"

"You're so polite!" When Fayi heard the respectful title "you", she felt more and more that she was embarking on a promising path. Encouraged by the positive feedback, she worked harder.

You know, this is how Judas trained his dogs—

——The vast majority of blood-giving monsters in Shambhala will be transformed into meat dogs.

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

The same was true for the stubborn old man Fickwood. It took Judas repeated and earnest persuasion to barely control the management cost of this life-saving feather to an acceptable range.

As for why Faye Frosalin is Judah's favorite sweetheart? She can follow Judah freely in and out of the Hell of Betrays? Now you should understand, right? She is good at self-management and can find a suitable master to rely on without whipping. She is an obedient and useful meat dog.

Long before the gunsmith met the Zhao brothers, walked through the Black Wind Ridge and passed through Zhuzhou Taiye, he had already seen the epitome of the alliance management model - it uses fear, interests, desires and pain to control people's minds. This model has been used all the way to the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, which can be described as an extremely efficient man-eating machine.

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

The blood and flesh essence is packaged into elixirs and magic medicines as feed to reward meat dogs.

The holy scriptures are the tools they use to define the breeds of meat dogs and determine their class and caste.

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

The Crazy Butterfly Saint Cult's Platform Zero has already used all its unique moves, demonstrating this set of moves in full -

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

The deformed flesh and blood created by this machine cannot feel the power of faith. As for love and friendship, courage and responsibility, they are more like a luxury to the blood-donating freaks. Only after they have solved the problem of food and clothing and struggled out of the intense hunger can they barely experience that little bit of false light and warmth. Once they see the real sun, they are not far from destruction.

Xueming had no intention of saving Fayi's life from the beginning to the end.

——Why? Is it because the gunsmith has no compassion? Is it because he is a murderer?

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

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

If they can die sooner, die completely, the hunger in these monsters' stomachs will slowly subside. Only by beating them until their souls are scattered can these monsters completely escape the control of the Vita Mark, destroy their spirits and bodies, and gain freedom from the hunger and fear in their hearts.

Fayi's current impatient "predator state" can illustrate this point perfectly.

——She was so hungry that her eyes turned blue. She was completely dominated by the blood-donating genes and wanted to sell some "useless old things" in exchange for a better future.

She was dominated by illusions, 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 always act in accordance with the will of the Holy Blood of Grace, and she would not even think about the matter from the perspective of the gunsmith - nor could she guess the gunsmith's intentions.

Ogres who refuse to change their ways cannot integrate into human society. Fayi never thought she was wrong from the beginning to the end - she had no sympathy for the victims, no remorse, and only thought that this was business and work. Selling out her partners was just a trade-off of interests and a means of survival.

Because of the little love that the goddess Io gave her, she began to blame Billy Horn. An abuser made unreasonable demands on the victim, asking the victim to continue contributing essence and Billy Horn to continue serving her. Fayi never showed any intention of restraining herself. She showed her fangs and only wanted to suck blood and eat flesh. She was tortured by the holy blood and had long lost her human form.

After finishing sixty-six pages, Fayi was still making corrections, fearing that the deal was not good enough.

Teacher Su Ling stood outside the door, observing the podium of the complex and listening carefully to the noises coming from the construction machinery in the distance. "I've finished writing!" Fayi took two steps at a time and came to Su Ling's side.

She realized she seemed too tall—

——So he immediately hunched over and lowered his head, lowering himself to a position inferior to others.

Su Ling only said one word: "Okay."

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

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

So she simply stopped talking.

Fayi did not ask any further questions, she was always waiting for the savior. For Judah, the most important thing for training a dog is obedience - the dog cannot take the initiative to ask for something that the owner does not give.

Following Su Ling all the way, Fayi was curious and asked.

"VIP, what are you looking at?"

Su Ling: "Observe the weather."

Fayi said worriedly, "I don't know what stupid thing Fickwood did. When will the spiritual disaster subside?"

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

This conversation is meaningless, and VIP is not willing to be superficial sisters with Fayi.

  [Part②·Blood-stained Clothes]

Fayi was bored and started to observe the surrounding environment of the warehouse area. Suddenly, he saw a few workers wrapped tightly, carrying bloody goods and cleaning up street garbage.

"what is that?"

Su Ling: "The result of my work with the gunsmith."

Fayi had good eyesight, and she could see clearly that most of the bodies were the remains of the blood eagle monsters, transported from various parts of the complex's living area and to be incinerated.

Judging from the number, more than forty blood eagle monsters died, and some of them were fully transformed into butterflies with white-feathered eagle bodies and pink muscles.

She was sweating profusely and suddenly asked -

"——These monsters are all..."

Su Ling: "Most of them were taken care of by the gunsmith. He, a popsicle boy, didn't want me, an old man, to do rehabilitation exercises, so he took on all the dirty and tiring work."

Fayi couldn't believe it: "How could it be possible?"

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

Apart from the images of the Night Demon captured by sports cameras during the expedition, the specific cause of Pellerini's death was not sent back to the Alliance in time, and there was no audio and video material of the gunsmith.

As for the true ability of Fragrance Dream, there are different opinions among the small circles of many alliance members. This mysterious symbolic character seems to be simply labeled as "Death".

A Homo sapiens? A weak Homo sapiens with some of the spiritual essence of Aohan Mingde? He killed so many blood eagles? Killed at least six incarnation butterflies in a row?

Fayi's mind was blank. When facing the gunsmith's death threat, she could hardly feel any spiritual pressure. This was what made her shudder.

When entering the territory of a powerful disaster beast or facing a psychic disaster, spiritual pressure is a very clear risk 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 his expression, he did not seem to be a high-risk target.

"Hey." Su Ling said bluntly: "That old bastard Feckwood didn't take care of his own backyard after he started drilling. As a result, many fish sentinels couldn't stand the spiritual pressure, and I couldn't save them - I don't have that much blue stone stock to bless the mental shield."

"After they turned into blood eagle monsters, they started to go crazy and eat people."

"The gunsmith and I decided to help this old man this time. Since Quick Knife's brother is still in his hands, he has to find a way to deal with the spiritual disaster."

"There are too many Blood Eagles in the surrounding areas. Either we kill them all, or let some of the Incarnation Butterflies fill their stomachs and return to the embrace of the Original Seeds. Only then will this spiritual pressure throbbing slowly subside."

"As for."

Fayi still couldn't believe it and interrupted involuntarily: "The gunsmith did all this by himself?"

Most of the remains of these blood eagles showed damage from being hacked and chiseled by knives and axes. Only a few special targets with abundant essence and huge physique were hit by bullets. Those whose bodies were too broken should have been damaged by dust crystal arrows. The causes of death were clear and the means of killing were simple and straightforward.

"Oh, he's not alone either." Su Ling shrugged indifferently: "My Phoenix is ​​helping him."

Fayi was trembling as he spoke.

How did you do it?

Su Ling waved her hand and pulled open a red vertical scroll, which displayed the combat records.

  [Phoenix Operation 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 initial derivative of the Incarnation Butterfly, they have a great hybrid foundation and are the favorites of Chimera favored by God. This evil thought can almost turn into a sharp blade. Just looking at it makes my skin burn.]

[Su Ling: The battle lasted for sixteen minutes. I had the Heart-Broken debuff more than once. My blue stone reserves are running low. I need to change my fighting style. I have to be at least thirty-six meters away to effectively kill them. I have to kill them with one strike. Their health recovery rate is so fast.]

[Su Ling: I encountered some tough fish-man 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 out of control. If I fought indoors, I would be too limited. The gunsmith's ammunition reserve was less than half, so I had to save ammunition for emergencies.]

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

[Su Ling: The robe has been changed. He is covered in blood, but not injured. The Vita brand has left spots on his face, which can be cured with a little panacea.]

[Su Ling: Cutting off the heads is not safe either, we have to make sure these bodies are burned by flames.]

It’s normal——

——This is Feng Aotian’s strength. She survived this test.

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

Fayi followed and looked -

[Gunsmith: For those with an arm length of about 180 cm, choose to attack actively in the right-handed position. It is very fast, but not extremely fast.]

[Gunsmith: Yes, after the wingspan is increased, you can lower your body to control its deformed toes. Their muscle tissue is relatively stiff, but they can bend their joints to chase. This is something that the Phoenix can mark out the attack range - it is really convenient.]

[Gunsmith: My judgment is correct. If I leave the front, it will choose to stop the subsequent linked actions and directly kick or raise its head, turning its head to a weird angle of 170 degrees, and use the retractable tongue in its throat to attack me. This is an opportunity.]

[Gunsmith: Yes, I have 270 milliseconds of free time. I don't need to care about what moves it makes. The head is still a weak point, but there are also special cases where the brain is hollow. Attacking the spinal nerves is the best solution.]

[Gunsmith: Okay, dead, next.]

[Gunsmith: Go to the chili sauce workshop in the alley and choose a spot. There are clay pots everywhere. The pottery shards can tear open the glass and can be used as improvised throwing weapons.]

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

[Gunsmith: We are running low on bullets. Throw the weapons on the eaves first. You can come back and get them later. You need to have two hands free to deal with them.]

[Gunsmith: That's a bit much, but there's enough space. Capsaicin is also a natural insect repellent, so they shouldn't be able to find me.]

[Gunsmith: Well, dead.]

[Gunsmith: Well done, Fragrant Dream, now he's dead, don't do an autopsy!]

[Gunsmith: I have no clothes left, but I am dead.]

[Gunsmith: Beloberg is in good shape. We can open a new chapter in "The Great Rift of All Things". The content of the short sword fighting method, targeting large humanoid targets, can be written into another 800 words.]

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

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

[Gunsmith: Oh, it's a corpse.]

[Gunsmith: And the mad giant? It's too big for Beloberg to reach its vital points.]

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

[Gunsmith: Well, dead.]

[Gunsmith: The body is still moving. The temple (the lower part of the body) and the tendons (the middle of the third rib from the bottom, close to the diaphragm, where the fragile death gate is located) are very strong. There is something in the stomach. Is it an incarnation butterfly? The fish-man hybrid that the giant ate turned into an incarnation butterfly?]

[Gunsmith: It’s okay, it’s okay, you can continue to sleep, Teacher Su Ling. It’s flying, I’ll go find some tools.]

[Gunsmith: I have killed many incarnation butterflies. I can tell the attack distance by looking at their wingspan. I can kill them with the right tools. I can kill them with an axe or a spear. If they fall to the ground, the mental damage from the spiritual pressure will continue to weaken my muscle output, like a countdown. If it takes too long, I will die.]

[Gunsmith: Compared to Beowulf's move list, the attack methods of these demented angels are relatively simple. Occasionally, you can see a few flesh artists with elongated arms and teeth, or some weird creatures that simply throw their heads out as projectiles to bite people, which is not unacceptable.]

[Gunsmith: Well, dead.]

A long series of brief and plain battle logs gave Ms. Fay a little spiritual shock.

In the minds of the leaders of various sects, in the eyes of Patriarch Judas, the Incarnation Butterfly is the child of the Original Seed, a terrifying entity branded by Vita.

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

No matter how mentally tough a mercenary fighter is, he is unwilling to face a natural disaster head-on, just like a person will not fight with the waves or box with lightning in the sky. This is not something that a normal person can think of.

When encountering this kind of demented mad dog, the Guiyi Cult had to avoid it, after all, they paid too much and gained too little. Even if they won, they would not get any equipment, but if they lost, they would lose their lives. The Guiyi Crusaders did not have much combat experience against the Incarnation Butterfly. Occasionally, there were psychics with excellent range, but they were afraid that their spirits would be shattered by this natural disaster.

The Incarnation Butterfly is too efficient in killing carbon-based creatures, and the mental damage it causes is too severe. Even if they can win, it will be a miserable victory - similar psychic accidents have occurred in many Immortal Pill Caves and Platform Zero. The warriors who can kill the Incarnation Butterfly will also suffer from the sequelae of mental disorders and spiritual degeneration.

Xueming in the battle record was still confused. According to the random number draw results of [Unlock], he was not able to use the spoils skillfully, so he did not use the spiritual power after unlocking the lock.

He himself had forgotten what form and attributes most of the Hunwei were in. They had once occupied Platform Zero in various places underground. Many enemies couldn't even make it to the stage of summoning spirits in the talent show. They were beaten into a pulp before they could even shout out their Hunwei.

So never used = not knowing how to use it, this formula still works.

There were more than 400 large and small red butterfly at Platform Zero, and he had killed at least 600 high-value targets with his own hands. It was too idealistic and unrealistic to catch a random soul power and fully integrate it to achieve good results.

——This is almost a lifelong skill. Considering Xue Ming’s mana (sustainability), it will probably take a lifetime to learn it.

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

She knew nothing about the Night Demon's strength. It was the God of Death who had evolved again after going through countless trials and tribulations.