Abyss Train

Chapter 764 Soaring.19 [Inner Universe]

Foreword:

Art makes nature more perfect.

—Joshua Reynolds

  [Part ①·Clean Chair]

“As agreed.”

Fickwood still gave a thumbs-up and took out another six photos when the drilling depth reached [-500M].

He did the same thing, clapping his hands and chanting to summon the Soul Power True Body. Half of the black and white vulture emerged. Like Fickwood, it had a bird head and a human body, and it looked old and solemn. Its feathers had lost their oil and scattered, and it seemed to be on the verge of death at any moment. Its beak had lost a layer of skin, and was covered with pits and black spots. Only the back and chest were shiny.

——It began to stir the photo according to Fickwood's gestures. In the whirlwind that was difficult to observe with the naked eye, some of the sharp-blade warriors returned to the real world.

Xue Ming responded to Fickwood this time. There was no elixir in his space suit, and he had no way to communicate with Fickwood directly using words - he gave a thumbs up, meaning that he would continue to fulfill the agreement as usual.

One minute later, the speed of Abbot No. 3 slowed down significantly.

"-This is the most difficult level. We have arrived at the gate of hell." Fickwood turned his head and hoped that the gunsmith could read some lip language while observing the instrument.

"Beyond the depth of 1,200 meters, outside the flower garden of life, there seems to be an invisible and intangible shell. It is slightly harder than the orange peel of the earth's crust, and its temperature is slightly higher than the lava layer. Gunsmith, you must be prepared at all times. It's very close, very close."

Fickwood emphasized——

"——Open this eggshell, and Lightning Star will begin to mentally collapse. We have come to the neural network range of the Garden of All Things, to the abundant capillaries in the delivery room. Compared with the outer layer of neural cilia, the guardian angels will be more powerful and more numerous."

The old man's expression began to become dazed, and he was also affected by the strong spiritual pressure. He no longer had time to chat with Xue Ming, and began to concentrate on checking the real-time status of the abbot's fairy boat.

Xueming unbuckled the safety belt of the PK-2 fixed seat. The five-point safety belt had originally pinned him firmly to the side of the machine platform. Now he had to get into combat readiness - if he continued to sway with this huge machine, he wouldn't be able to see anything clearly.

Coming to the narrow area on the side of the mechanical table close to the multimedia panel, it seemed that the combat space left for him was less than six square meters. This unstable environment continued to shrink. He could feel the spiritual pressure like a tide, continuously squeezing in from the gaps between the various parts of the body, from the bio-gel protective plates, from under his feet and above his head.

The feeling it gave Xueming was very strange. It was not as sweet as the chaotic, evil, smelly and rotten incarnation butterfly, and it was completely different from the Vita Brand.

The spiritual pressure emanating from the Original Seed was more like warm water - as if the soul was soaking in a pool of about 40 degrees Celsius. From time to time, a stream of colder water would rush into the mouth, nose, and throat, bringing with it a peculiar salty taste of inorganic salts. It smelled like egg white that was about to undergo a qualitative change.

All kinds of things were shaking and trembling, following the sandworm bionic drill ring of the abbot's boat. Its speed was getting slower and slower, and the friction and energy generated by the collision between the machine and the rock were getting stronger and stronger. The biogel in the guard plate could be seen faintly emitting high-temperature smoke. That was a dangerous working condition that was far higher than the operating temperature of Lightning Star, close to 400 degrees Celsius. At this temperature, any semiconductor component would begin to fail, and steel would no longer be reliable. The only thing that could be trusted was stone.

The originally dark purple muscles gradually began to glow. Following Fickwood's instructions, the mechanics in various parts of the Abbot's Immortal Boat began the fourth injection of the Magic Flute Inhibitor Blocker - it was a sub-gold solvent, a special medicine full of elemental essence that entered the bodies of these Lightning Stars. On the one hand, it could suppress their Vita brand, and on the other hand, it could provide more fuel for these wetware engines.

Just like the Pied Piper in historical legends, he could use a flute full of magical powers to lead the mice to commit suicide by jumping into the river to benefit the villagers. He could also use this flute to seduce children and disappear with them.

The high temperature and high pressure environment caused this backup machine to emit an unbearable loud noise. Even with the sound insulation and heat insulation of the space suit, Xueming could feel the temperature about to invade this bulky aerospace armor. Cracks had begun to appear on the electromechanical counter and the ceramic tile insulation shell, and they quickly spread throughout the room, as if everything was falling apart.

He was extremely alert, but still couldn't catch up with the sudden change!

More than 20 pieces of fireproof tiles used in sealed wall rooms burst out from one side of the machine platform. These asbestos materials followed the turbulent airflow and rolled into the room from a weak link! They first hit the pipe of the first unit, and then after two or three refractions, they bounced randomly in this small room.

  Fragrance Dream protected the main body at the first moment, Jiang Xueming was unharmed, his extraordinary survival instinct barely protected this life-saving armor, but looking at Fickwood.

Didn’t have time to take a closer look!

  ——Fragrant Dream had already sprinted forward and grabbed the old man's arm. The huge force almost tore old Abby's shoulders and neck apart!

The butterfly's powerful claws just landed on the chair in front of the mechanical table. The beast was only just a little bit away from taking away Fickwood's head.

It starts from the weakest link of the drill bit connection buckle, like a patient hunter in the rock formation, carefully observing the direction of the drill bit from the outside, and from the sparks emitted when the drilling rig is working, it discovers this shortcut from the gap between the guide chain and the connecting buckle.

SD brought Fickwood, who was vomiting blood, back to Jiang Xueming.

A corner of Fickwood's helmet was broken, and oxygen leaked out from the shell. It was immediately affected by the horrific temperature and turned into white water vapor.

He could no longer scream, his entire face was red, revealing a strange "youthfulness". His skin began to swell and fester, and the terrible high temperature that quickly penetrated his armor almost steamed him - he was not a fish-man hybrid and did not have such strong heat resistance.

Almost immediately, Xueming carried the old man and ran to the emergency life support box on the side of the machine table without any hesitation.

He knew something was stopping him—but he didn't know what it was.

This thick layer of explosion-proof glass almost made him half blind. He had no way of recognizing the details of the Incarnation Butterfly at a distance of twelve meters. But if he didn't move forward, Fickwood Abby would be dead.

In a few seconds, all the liquid in the old man's body would turn into steam, and the heat would rush into the main control center of the first unit through the gap, gradually filling this enclosed space - Fickwood would be cooked.

At the critical moment, the brave man took another determined step forward.

He didn't have time to think, so he followed the slaughtering process based on his rich surgical experience.

The fragrant dream started almost at the same time. The two shining knives emitted a pure white light of nearly a thousand degrees, which instantly ignited the air. In this hot and manic environment of nearly four hundred degrees Celsius, everything seemed to begin to melt and everything began to distort.

It seemed as if time was slowing down, but in fact Jiang Xueming was going faster and faster——

——He got faster.

As soon as he caught a glimpse of the vague shape of the incarnation butterfly, he was sure that it was the Lion of God, the third level of the original seed. The Blood Butterfly Bible quoted the "Prologue to the Heavenly Order" as a half-human, half-beast monster. In the team structure of the incarnation butterfly, the Eye Demon God Angel acts as a scout to determine the location of the prey, and then the incarnation butterflies hunting in groups will immediately send out vanguards. The half-beast monsters of the third level of the Lion of God will consume the prey's physical strength and quickly injure and fatigue the prey.

——Information is processed faster.

The physical body and the incarnation simultaneously swept across the monster's shoulders, neck and torso, cutting along the thick muscles and tender veins at the same time. They moved one after the other, and the braking and starting movements were like a precision machine.

The Lion of God had just stepped firmly on the iron floor, and had never expected that this Homo sapiens would take the initiative to attack - Xue Ming also did not expect that this bulky space suit would not slow down his pace.

It seemed that the narrow space made him extra cautious. After entering the Garden of All Things, his mind went into a state of rampage. The quality of this cut was surprisingly high - it entered from the navel and abdominal muscle line, and exited from the chest muscle dead end, cutting open a piece of boiling red pulp.

He followed Fragrance Dream's knife moves closely to expand his advantage. If the previous knife was just to open the door, then the next knife would be fatal.

The blade is like a rally car that turns, accelerates at full speed, and it cuts a silky J-shaped line along the solid ribs, cutting the blood supply organs. It stops immediately when it cuts the enlarged main heart, and immediately accelerates to change the line and expand the wound. Its end point is the throat of the Lion of God - the larynx is constantly beating, and there is another secondary heart in the twisted and deformed three-petal mouth that keeps moving. That heart is the organ that supplies blood to the brain of the incarnated butterfly.

  A bright and colorful "rose" spread out from the tip of Beloberg's knife! It burst into a blazing golden and red fire, and the sub-gold material and red morpho butterflies mixed with sticky blood plasma splashed out together!

[Part ②: The Blood-Forged Throne]

Fickwood didn't even know what was happening - it all happened too fast for him!

It was too fast! Death had already taken away a life, the guard of the nursery of life.

  And he was holding this old man, and he easily tore open the vital points of the incarnation butterfly.

By the time he reacted, a colorless and transparent hemostatic gel poured in from the crack in the helmet of the space suit. It could barely replenish water and insulate. Then Fragrant Dream began to mend the tattered armor of Fickwood, sewing and tightening the stitches. The arms of this big iron cat could change into various shapes. After finishing the needlework, its arms turned into nozzles, blowing out strong hot winds.

Jiang Xueming took out his gun and fired three bursts at the pit mouth. The angel that just popped its head out was trying to crawl in, but its head was already covered in blood before it could even fold its wings. He casually threw a bunch of broken glass to his good friend.

Fragrant Dream then compared them one by one, identifying the gloss and transparency of the materials, and quickly used Beloberg as a heat source to cut the material of the temporary patch with the flame blade of the nozzle, like doing electric welding, and slowly blew the glass back into the crack of Fickwood's helmet.

Meanwhile, while the steel cat was working hard—

——The gunsmith was on a killing spree. There were too many monsters outside the drilling rig! Too many!

He couldn't get the slightest chance to pull, and there was only about eight meters of space for him to maneuver. For these monsters with strong bodies, no sense of pain, and amazing speed and explosive power, it was too easy to get close to the gunsmith! Too easy!

If you put them all in at once, there will be only one result - death.

The gunsmith had no intention of retreating even a single step. He had to hold on for at least twenty-three seconds before the Fragrant Dream was completed.

In these short twenty-three seconds, the power angel who squeezed in headfirst tilted his body and was shot and fell down. His torso was caught in the gap between the drill bit and the rock layer, and his lower body was grabbed and eaten by his companions.

——Another lucky guy followed the blood trail and crawled into the cabin. The flexible multi-legged form allowed the cherubim to move on the ceiling. It wanted to break free from gravity and attack the enemy from above, taking advantage of its height.

But when his hairy legs could not take another step, his ankles were blasted to pieces by Jingguang's eight bullets.

——The Cherubim wanted to bite the hole with both feet and get in completely.

The trigger was pulled, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed all the way from the ankle to the knee. Xue Ming had no intention of saving bullets. He stared at the deformed shape that looked like an arachnid creature, and immediately stopped and changed guns when the creature was fully injured.

Jingguang's magazine flew to Fenfang Huanmeng and hit it on the back of the head. It then took it into its mouth and said, "Don't rush me! I got it!"

The Cherubim's movement was blocked, but there was still a good brother number three waiting behind it. Its limbs suddenly squeezed uncontrollably into the cabin, and the fat heart hidden in its six pairs of buttocks also popped out, like a plump fruit.

——Divana's thunder and fire made the angel tremble all over, and its rich nerve tissue made it still fall forward when its body became incapacitated and died suddenly, and it still continued to attack with strong resentment.

After penetrating the weak spot of the death door, the bullet was like a sharp sword, and the trajectory moved sideways along the sight. The gun was pulled to make a sweeping transfer. At such a close distance, the gunsmith would not miss any bullet. Six of the twelve limbs of the Cherubim were broken as soon as they squeezed into the room. The body lost balance and fell down, and died.

  When the trigger was pulled all the way down and the firepower returned to zero, the gunsmith pulled out the heat-melted deformed sight, and when he changed the magazine, he only pinched a handful of soft plastic!

The temperature was already too high to bear, and the guns were unreliable, the engineering plastics had completely melted. The bullets in the bag would explode immediately if they were put into the gun chamber!

He raised his knife again, ready to continue hand-to-hand combat with these unrecognizable, ferocious monsters.

The angel who came first was very aggressive, swinging a soft whip with a smooth and flexible bone chain, which was cut into four pieces by Beloberg! The whip blade was kicked back by the gunsmith! It shot through the head of the angel who was about to come to help!

A knife!

Two knives!

The angel's offensive means were disabled, and the flesh and blood of its thick arm-like appendages flew out, and a good mouth with ring-shaped teeth opened from its big round head! It was going to eat the gunsmith alive!

Three swords!

  Its lower body felt light, and it could not catch up for a few steps. It was hindered by its companions and seemed to have fallen to the ground together. Looking around, its stomach and neck were pressed together, but its wings had fallen into the mouth of the cherubim behind it!

Blood, blood everywhere—

——The only thing missing was the gunsmith’s blood, and he wasn’t even scratched.

Fickwood regained full consciousness and glimpsed a red-faced astronaut from the corner of his helmet.

That was the gunsmith. He had just "helped" another divine lion to go to the pit mouth. His movements were incredibly fast and his steps were natural, as if he was dancing. He pulled his dance partner towards the wound on the body, as if he was on the guillotine and being chopped by the guillotine. With a slight pull, the angel's head flew out!

In an instant, there was another change. The Grim Reaper chopped off the angel's head, but the sharp white blade in his arms was always thinking about the pursuers behind him. He did not turn back to determine the direction, and pierced the Gospel Angel's intestines with two consecutive knives. These annoying little demons screamed, but they could not escape the palm of the Grim Reaper. They were used as useful weapons, like two bloody gourds. After their spines were broken, they could only struggle and smash into the pursuers who were running wildly outside the rock pit tunnel. Two bright flowers of flesh and blood appeared on the wall of the cave.

Fragrant Dream came to help, but not to kill the enemy.

——It restored the bent steel bit by bit, lifted the iron floor to plug the hole, and Tobeloberg acted as a welder, barely repairing the pit.

The gunsmith couldn't wipe the blood off the helmet cover, so he found the locking shaft of the second unit and gently knocked on the switch, but without the authority of the mechanical station, he couldn't open the cabin on the upper level.

He and Fickwood gave each other a thumbs-up, and the meaning was self-evident—

"——Open the upper cabin, the main control needs to lower the temperature, it's too hot here."

Fickwood was finally freed from his panic and fear. The narrow road, less than eight meters in length, was almost filled with the blood and flesh of the incarnated butterflies. Most of the limbs had lost the ability to move, and some of the dark golden bones connected to the nerve center were completely shattered, leaving no chance of resurrection or fight back.

But the bad news is that this part of the essence is about to infect the essence of the spiritual core and begin to affect Lan Caiyun's mind!

The old man hurried to work, fearing that something might go wrong again.

——When everything was over, he looked back at the gunsmith.

Death simply returned to the PK-2 chair, which was stained red with blood. The man's fingers were trembling unnaturally. Although the amplitude was small, he might have suffered serious mental damage. The gloves of the space suit were also shaking along with it.

Fickwood's head was covered in cold sweat, and he thought to himself - that person still can't see anything, as if everything is accomplished by relying on inspiration and incredible fighting skills, relying on strong fighting will, and the soul power is still helping me out of trouble.

"It's really... really," Fickwood stammered, "It's really beautiful."

What is Jiang Xueming thinking about?

Along with these incarnated butterflies came an endless supply of sub-gold substance to his side.

Ever since Fragrant Dream absorbed the sub-gold substance, it seemed that it could sense their existence without eyes or ears.

——Inside this blood-red curtain, he saw an inner universe.