Abyss Train

Chapter 762 Soaring.17 [Free Bird]

Foreword:

Art promotes life. Where there is death, there is no art.

——Romain Rolland

  [Part①·Three, Six, Nine, etc.]

"Death, Death"

"Don't be proud"

Fickwood Abby muttered softly and became a little mad.

This psychic researcher has spent most of his life focusing on researching ultra-deep hole drilling, but the deeper he digs, the worse his mental state becomes.

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

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

The hope of the entire village seems to rest on the final Unit 3, a relatively large "Fangzhang Xianshan".

The seismic wave detection equipment in the control tower was still sounding the alarm, but judging from the waveform spectrum, the activity frequency of the Primordial Seed was milder than in the previous few hours, and perhaps the drilling mission could be carried out in another twenty minutes.

Pit No. 16 of the tomb complex is the best place to drill. The scaffolding was built earlier, and there are four giant descendants helping to transport materials. The oil depot of the complex has little reserves. For Fickwood, without Judah's support and money - this may be his last chance.

The subordinates had not yet realized what changes had taken place in the Tiangong Courtyard. Everything was just as Tianzun had described to people - Lingguang Buddha sent Arhats to help, and the fishmen bewitched by the heavenly demon and the monsters controlled by Dimu were all defeated by the Arhats and the Dapeng (Phoenix).

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

After all, the Abbot is not like its predecessors. It is just a backup option and the last bit of stubbornness of Fickwood.

"This engineering team is too big." The gunsmith covered his head and felt a headache. He sat opposite Lao Deng and counted the maintenance points one by one according to the design blueprint. He also gradually understood why the ultra-deep hole machine needed a power mechanism like the Lightning Star.

Just like a sandworm, when digging holes, the worm does not need to deliberately mobilize the muscles and joints in its body. As a living organism, the sandworm has some self-healing functions, can always sense the movement status of each limb, and has a complete neural structure to control the behavior of drilling holes in the sand.

But mechanical bodies are different. They require a wealth of electrical sensor units, require manual circuit design, and require a variety of sensors to sense the overall state. Taking the aircraft's flight control system as an example, the more sensors there are and the more integrated the flight control is, the more likely it is to have problems.

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

Lightning Star can solve most of the difficult problems in the control system, such as heat dissipation problems in electromechanical digitization, power transmission, self-maintenance and damage control.

These fish warriors are all living people, intelligent individuals who can understand Fickwood's verbal instructions, have a firm sense of mission for the drilling business, and have strong execution. For this goal, the fish hybrid clan has sacrificed three generations of descendants. Going deeper to meet the earth mother - this task is like a pilgrimage. As long as it can be completed, this painful sacrificial ceremony will end, and all efforts will not be in vain.

As they lose their human form and become part of the drill ring joint, the madness index begins to rise.

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

This is also the reason why Penglai and Yingzhou are out of control. Fickwood hopes to find a powerful soul, a rebellious flesh and blood, a powerful spirit that is unwilling to return the essence to the earth - such an individual can continue to maintain good working conditions and send this living machine to deeper depths.

"I can help you." Despite the difficulty, the gunsmith still took the job. "Fickwood, I can really help you."

Fickwood was not surprised at all, he felt neither happy nor excited, he had no emotion -

——He just kept apologizing.

"I'm sorry, Gunsmith. I'm sorry."

"My frontal lobe is no longer able to produce any emotions. I have lost my judgment."

"There is only one voice, 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 Fayi Frosalin had ended, but he still had a lot to consider. The thing he was most concerned about was Billy Horn and Foyanini. He didn't know whether these two apprentices could arrive in Taizhou safely.

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

The scouts of Quick Blade are all elite soldiers. His comrades helped the Nameless One to complete the expedition. They should not be trapped and died in Mobius so easily. As long as there is a chance to save them, the Gunsmith will never let it go.

"I found the right derivative. It seems that fate brought her to me." Fikewood pointed to the dust-free and sterile workshop outside the window. "An incarnation butterfly also returned to Daoheng County with Judas."

The one we are talking about here is actually Lan Caiyun.

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

She is what Fickwood is looking for, the true love who can be stuffed into the power unit as the spiritual core.

Gunsmith: "Have you thought about it? This is your last chance."

"My soul's power affects my thinking all the time." Fickwood talked about another thing and did not rush to respond to the gunsmith: "It told me that fate cannot be defied, and everything is arranged by God - I think so too, I can't fight it. Maybe man can conquer nature, maybe humans can control their own destiny."

“But unfortunately”

"I'm sorry, Gunsmith."

Fickwood Abbey whispered--

"——I am not a person. I am not human anymore."

"For that incarnation butterfly, it seems like she has found a chance to become human again."

"I believe this is a test. After all, for this long journey, I have walked for too long, swallowed too much fire of sin, and used the money and flesh that Judas gave me to create countless monsters and deformities."

"The blessed holy blood that I designed and improved has brought countless disasters. I have known this for a long time."

"As a culprit, I have no chance of redemption. I cannot resist it."

Fickwood had this realization, and like Fay, his brain had lost the capacity for "regret, shame and disgrace."

  He just uses other parts of his brain to coordinate these words and speak these words. As for his true feelings? Very blue!

[A Way Out] and [Regret Medicine] have many similarities in their abilities. They both have amazing control and can transform the body's thoughts, which in turn can turn the body into a flesh and blood machine that constantly repeats soul power.

The Wings of Light of the Mad Butterfly Holy Church, including Johnny Kangque, most of whom have eagle incarnations and the blessed holy blood, all get their power from Judas and Fickwood. The Holy Blood Elixir is a product that was updated and improved by Lightning Star.

In other words, as Judas's accomplice, Fickwood indirectly created psychic disasters that killed at least millions of people - what about the [Death God]? Xue Ming was not even comparable to this scumbag. After all, the elixir did not require knives or guns to eat people. The plague, chaos, famine and death it brought created a series of chain reactions in various administrative districts with war gangs as units. It penetrated into the decision-making units of local governments, took root in families, corrupted people's minds, and infringed on people's thoughts.

  [Part②·Nursery of Life]

Originally, Jiang Xueming didn't want to say any 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 resolve 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 death sentence procedure.

Gunsmith: "The incarnation butterfly you mentioned is the one that can still maintain its own individuality - what does she think of this matter?"

Fikewood: "The great lords and generals of this land regard 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?”

Fikewood: "There is no such thing as appropriate or inappropriate. Hate education and value orientation are all overt schemes left over by humans. Gunsmith, for these hybrids of disaster beasts, I am their reborn parent and their source of food and clothing. Would you hate Aohen Mingde?"

Gunsmith: “Interesting statement.”

"The Central Plains is full of starving people, with only suffering and famine. Baibei Port is peaceful and prosperous all year round. Occasionally, there is a conscription order, but we can get away with it by paying a few coins." Fickwood laughed and said, "Patriarch Judas has given me so much. He can control people's thoughts and make them feel that they are living in happiness through this unequal and immoral comparison. The source of happiness comes from the rulers, from us, the Heavenly Fathers and Heavenly Mothers."

"Mercefowl hybrids are born with strong bodies and longevity genes. My [Life Path] can transform the lives of these nobles and aristocratic gentlemen, allowing them to remain in the camera forever and stay young forever."

"The world outside is too scary. Fear is the most powerful whip of faith."

"They have to hate whoever I want them to hate. I can make up stories out of thin air, and I can tell children through Bible stories that you are the devil who rapes pregnant women, beats and kills the elderly, and abuses and kills children. As long as they are fed or given some money on Sundays, Judas will always find a way to spread these ideas."

"It's hard for people to realize that they live in a happy world - unless they hear more miserable howls and see more horrible hells." 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, or enviable, I immediately start to feel hungry. Because I don't have it, I suffer. I begin to be controlled by hallucinations. This is Judas' magic weapon."

"Take away what everyone has, and then sell it back to them at a price that originally belonged to them. This is the most powerful skill of the Patriarch."

"For example, the dopamine that is already in your brain is the happiness factor that is already in your brain."

“It has become all kinds of symbols, money, signs, data in games, numbers, or illusory sounds and images.”

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

"Without it, people lose the ability to be happy. Their happiness factor has become hostages, kidnapped by more powerful carnivores."

"Gunsmith, I can sit here and say this because I still have a few hostages - is that correct?"

Jiang Xueming: “Not exactly.”

"Then let's get back to the point. You don't have to worry about the mental state of this Incarnation Butterfly. She has no personal will and doesn't have this concept at all." Fikewood explained patiently: "She grew up in the Lan Tao clan and has been educated by Tiangong Academy since she was a child." "It was me who made her who she is, not the life she freely chose."

"It was me who shaped her personality, not her opening her eyes to some strange world or awakening to some bullshit free will."

"If she is unwilling to help me with this matter and is unwilling to become the power core of the Abbot's Immortal Boat, her family will be disgraced."

"She will only feel that she has brought honor to her family. She is fearless and ready to die. She will definitely devote all her energy to complete this great cause."

"I am her savior. This is beyond doubt and an ironclad fact."

Fickwood pursed his lips, a little nervous—

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

"Without me, the Lan Tao clan wouldn't have had 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 support of the family."

Jiang Xueming: "Go on, there's still plenty of time."

Fickwood paused, then finally changed his words, his rich brain folds bursting with amazing talent.

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

"She has overcome her hunger and has gotten over the hump, gaining a little freedom from the First Seed's control."

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

Fikewood: "After the Abbot's Immortal Boat is activated, I can still use [Life Path] 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 like her compatriots and gradually return to unity, the Life Path can transform her and send her back from the wetware state to a human body."

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

This may be the closest he has been to the Original Seed since he came to the underground world.

John Borg's horror artist showed him all kinds of bloody and fleshy flowers, which were the miserable end of Homo sapiens after direct contact with the original seed.

In this completely unknown exploration process, one has to take a huge risk and entrust his life to the power of Fickwood's soul. Once this old man goes crazy and betrays, Xueming will not be able to rely on his own strength to escape back to the surface in the deep hole with an environment of more than 200 to 300 degrees.

Faced with the pressure of survival and the lives of his comrades, Xueming agreed without hesitation.

There is no other reason, he has always done this -

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

His students also inherited this stubborn and obstinate personality. In the process of covering Jason Megan's safe evacuation, the scout leader of the dragoon team chose to take a shortcut without hesitation. This was also imitating others - because the leader of the Anonymous would never abandon his comrades.

"I won't kill you for now, Fickwood." Jiang Xueming talked about another thing.

Fikewood nodded gratefully: "After boarding the immortal boat, I will release Guangling Zhixi's soldiers one by one according to the drilling depth data."

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

"The second half is three thousand meters below the ground. If the ultrasound 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 for nurturing life. It is much more complex than the nerve cilia that the original seed uses to perceive the outside world."

Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."

"There are many more active and powerful life forms releasing electromagnetic pulse signals here." Fickwood continued: "In fact, this is enough. I will send you back - there may be an accident."

"For example, we will see a softer, wider and stranger space. After drilling through the orange peel of the Moho surface, according to the "Introduction to the Celestial Order", there are various angels guarding around the life nursery of the original seed. They follow the [Garden of All Things] and wriggle and float in this loose stratum."

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

"For example, the power angels in mythology, the three lower level divine lions, and the various incarnation butterflies you have seen."

"The Throne Attendants, their apostles, the angels who are more like men, the Angels of Virtue and the Angels of Power."

"besides."

Jiang Xueming interrupted:

"——No need for popular science."

Fickwood laughed awkwardly and explained hastily and cautiously.

"It seems. I know very little about the Chinese, and Patriarch Judas often mentions you."

Jiang Xueming: "What did he say?"

Fickwood closed his notebook and began to search for the note.

Search for previous meeting minutes from the crack of the file bag.

"It's a disturbing and terrifying impression. It seems that the Chinese only have two skills, one of which is kung fu, which can kill monsters."

"Luckily the gunsmith only knows this one, he's a psychic idiot."

Jiang Xueming: "What about the other skill? What is it?"

"It could be voodoo," Fickwood shrugged. "In the movies, when weird, skinny yellow people start chanting spells, all kinds of unfortunate things happen."

Jiang Xueming: “This is a stereotype.”

Fickwood: “Indeed.”

Jiang Xueming: "I also know some magic."

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

Jiang Xueming: "In the past, there were always people spreading rumors that I was the incarnation of some night demon, but that's not true - I can't scare a child to tears, that's not my intention."

Fickwood: “Uh-huh.”

"Then what?" Jiang Xueming pondered, "Until one day, a little sister came from Galahad and wanted 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 archery skills." The gunsmith didn't change at all, and Fickwood was shocked.

"She was a very proud girl, and loved to twirl her pistol and show off her fancy shooting skills. When she was in school, she did not do her work but carved patterns on the slides under her desk."

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

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

Jiang Xueming chattered incessantly, chatting about family matters with Fickwood.

He didn't want to tell this monster any other information, whether it was recent events or the stories of his comrades. These things must not fall into the ears of Fickwood.

In order to pass the time, he tried his best to maintain a good attitude to deal with the final difficulties of Ai Zong's Mausoleum.

"I put heavy armor on her and shot thirteen bullets into her stomach."

"As a result, she burst into tears and ran to the cabinet to complain."

"So the boss said—"

"—she is a child!"

"This matter has spread, and I have been thinking about the night demon you are talking about."

“That should be what we are talking about.”

Originally, Fickwood wanted to say something praising the god of death -

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

The Immortal Boat is the place for sacrificial ceremonies. He wants to send himself as a sacrifice to the Garden of All Things, to the Nursery of Life. It is this priest who will complete this great ceremony.

But the image of the gunsmith now seemed a little different from what he had imagined in his mind.

(End of this chapter)