Abyss Train

Chapter 765 Soaring.20 [Beautiful World]

Foreword:

Art is a never-ending exploration.

  —Leonardo da Vinci

[Part①·London Bridge is about to fall down]

A deflated scream came from the locking well of the second power unit.

The temperature was gradually dropping. Fickwood was busy running around and finally blocked most of the alarm signals. He checked the overall status of the drilling rig again. After doing all this, he first opened the pressure relief valve of the hood to expose his rotten and swollen face to the air.

"As agreed! Gunsmith!"

He was only afraid that the gunsmith would not understand or see clearly. Without the magic pill as a megaphone, the patched hood would not be able to read lips.

"—These are the last sixteen photos."

He came to the front of the blood throne and wiped the blood off the glass cover of the gunsmith's helmet. Only then did he realize that the young man seemed to have just woken up - the gunsmith seemed to have taken a break from his busy schedule and taken a nap.

[A Way Out] released the last eight innocent and helpless passengers in the cracks of time. At this point, all the soldiers of the Quick Blade Combined Brigade returned to the real world.

For Fickwood, this was his last life-saving gold medal - at this stage, his deal with the gunsmith was over.

Even the god of death can tear up an armistice agreement. This place is very close to hell and very close to heaven. You almost don’t need to take a taxi. Just walk a few steps outside and you can find the nursery of life, the nursery of Mother Earth, and the source of life.

The Abbot's Immortal Boat was chugging down with difficulty at a speed of six meters per second. It was approaching the end of its design life and its mechanical structure was about to reach the end.

From the hazy red mist, Jiang Xueming saw Fickwood's face through the glass.

——This old man has almost turned into a "clay man". The muscle protein attached to various parts of his skull has completely deteriorated, and this body of flesh and blood can no longer squeeze out much vitality.

Now that Fickwood was able to be exposed to the air, it meant that the temperature in Unit 1 had returned to normal.

Xueming pulled the oxygen meter on his waist, but the pointer could no longer read normally due to the abnormal air pressure in the underground environment. Estimating that there was not much oxygen left, he simply took off his helmet hood to make it easier to talk.

"Aren't you afraid of the incarnation butterflies? Aren't you afraid that they will cause some trouble?" Jiang Xueming had just opened the hood and was not in a hurry to unlock it completely. Instead, he asked a few more questions.

Fickwood responded: "Not again, I'm sure of that."

Jiang Xueming: "Why do you think so?"

Fickwood took the elixir from the neck ring of the space suit -

"--it's going to be unified."

The originally plump little bug now looked shriveled and skinny. Xueming could hardly recognize it. It looked like a shrunken date, full of wrinkles. Its dial had fallen off. It could no longer dial or send messages, nor could it be used as a POS machine to keep accounts. It no longer had to work hard, and was finally about to die.

Its skin was an eerie and warm pink, with clusters of bright red dry powder floating out of the cracked scars. The powder danced in the air, occasionally gathering into a ball, taking on the shape of the eyes and scaly wings of a Morpho butterfly, but collapsed and dissipated because of the call of the Nursery of Life and the existence of the Garden of All Things.

"It's the same with the Incarnation Butterfly. These things have no spirit or soul." Fickwood said with a smile, "They don't deserve to have [a shape]. We are different. Our souls are firmly locked in our bodies. We are biting the ground tightly and won't let go."

Jiang Xueming looked towards the CCTV surveillance area and found that many electronic eyes had been paralyzed. There were also several observation points outside the ring drill of the third unit of the drilling rig, where scattered monsters could be seen rushing over. Whenever these groups of incarnation butterflies tried to break through the shell of the drilling rig - they approached the Garden of All Things, their bodies began to disintegrate and turned into a mass of pure elemental substance, which was then sent back into the body of the Original Seed by the powerful suction force.

The depth of the strata increased little by little. When it reached [-1130M], Xueming felt that it was getting cooler and cooler. Just like the geological environment of Niflheim, it seemed that the Original Seed was doing its best to absorb geothermal heat and conserve energy.

Fickwood took off the last bit of armor and sat next to the machine table wearing only a warm down jacket.

Now that he has lost the elixir, he will have to rely on the initiative of the spiritual core and members of other groups - in layman's terms, he will have to leave it to fate.

“The oil pressure and temperature are very good.”

The little old man had a playful look on his face, his hands on his knees, hunched over and staring at the dashboard.

"The rotation speed is just right, just right, and the descent rate has returned to normal."

"We've made it through the hardest part, Gunsmith"

"Thanks to you."

Jiang Xueming didn't understand this. He didn't care about the crazy old man's scientific research. Instead, he asked about what happened just now.

"—How long have I slept?"

Fickwood sighed, "It's only been two minutes, and you seem to be extremely tired. I really don't know how you did it. The head priest is extremely unlucky to have run into an evil star like you. There is absolutely no opponent under his command who can match you."

"Only two minutes?" Jiang Xueming was puzzled. After the sudden attack with the incarnation butterfly, he lost part of his consciousness and froze in his seat. When he woke up, he realized that he had fallen into a coma, but now he was mentally healthy, not at all like he had only slept for two minutes. And there was another important point - he could not control his sleeping behavior and lost this part of his ability.

"It's normal to feel sleepy here because you're so close to my mother," Fickwood explained. "Anything can happen in this place. If you think about it, your body may change."

As he said this, the old man gently stroked his rotten face.

"——I feel like I am gradually gaining strength."

"The temperature is getting lower and lower, and it's getting cooler."

As his fingers stroked the scars, he felt like a pair of invisible and intangible "hands" were gradually kneading and squeezing the rotten flesh on his face.

The rotten and decayed white masseter muscles once again took on the color of blood, the skin was wriggling, and they were gradually re-biting each other, forming a younger face.

Jiang Xueming could not help but become alert - this was not the power of a blood-giving monster! It was definitely not the ability to heal at super-speed!

There seems to be another mystery behind what Fickwood said: "May your wishes come true." At this depth, can the thoughts of intelligent creatures affect their bodies? !

In fact, this is exactly what happened. The old man became a little younger. Relying on this power, he healed his face. The vitreous body that was originally persecuted by high-temperature steam gradually became brighter. His qi and blood were vigorous and he recovered some vitality.

"Gunsmith, would you like to try it too?"

Jiang Xueming hesitated: "How did you do it?"

"Subconsciously." Fickwood smiled. "I have been thinking, and I have been thinking, if I could be younger, I would have more time, more opportunities, more money and more manpower and material resources - just thinking like this, they would never come to me."

“But here, near the nursery of life, at least there is no shortage of [life].”

"That's how the panacea came about—"

"——We use the essence of Mother Earth and the fertilizer from the earth to create the physical body of the Heaven of Light and Sound."

"It transforms us, it nourishes us, it destroys us."

"As long as your subconscious mind keeps your body intact, healthy and strong, then the Garden of All Things will respond to you."

"When I was still a sapien, I also tasted the taste of panacea."

Fikewood's eyes were full of longing and hope.

"——I'm about to forget its taste. This blood-bearing body cannot taste any elixir. It is poisonous to me. It will only heal the insect nest brought by the blessed holy blood and turn me into a crow man monster."

"All matter in the world must obey the law of conservation, but Panacea doesn't intend to follow this rule."

"I was just thinking, I was thinking - will it overdraw my life?"

Fickwood closed his eyes and sniffed the sweet smell in the air. The nursery of life was almost within reach.

"——The result is not like that. The increased metabolism in the human body does not seem to have any toxic side effects and does not cause premature aging."

"After seeing the underground ecosystem created by Aohen Mingde, I also met many centenarians. With the help of the panacea, they looked no more than 60 or 70 years old. Apart from some chronic diseases caused by their lifestyle, they were not even considered sick - just in a sub-healthy state. Apart from these, these people were no different from the centenarians on the surface."

"Then the theory of metaphysics still holds true. The things I have been trying to figure out for most of my life don't seem to be that important."

"So I wanted to dig deeper, to prove something, just a trivial thing."

"I want to know what is it that replenishes our essence, heals our wounds, and helps us maintain our human form."

“Thirty-one years ago, I figured it out, but not completely.”

"Four years ago, I had another chance, but my cult fell to your butcher knife."

Jiang Xueming responded awkwardly: "To be honest, I don't remember this incident very clearly."

Fickwood burst into laughter: "Hahahahahaha!"

At this moment, he seemed to have let go of everything and no longer cared about anything. There was only a carefree look in his smile.

"It's very natural, Gunsmith - when a predator kills its prey, it can't remember what it ate before. What was the prey's name? What was its life like? These are not important to you at all."

Jiang Xueming did not respond. He was waiting for Fickwood to make a choice. Given the current situation, it would be difficult to climb back from this depth. If [A Way Out] could give him a ride, that would be great.

"Would you like to go down a little further with me?" asked Fickwood.

Jiang Xueming was still the honest man: "You mean, I can go back now? There's nothing else for me to do? I've killed the monsters, can I leave?"

"Of course!" Fickwood spread his hands. "If you want to leave, please take off your space suit. I need to take a photo of you. It must be clear and fully developed so that [A Way Out] can send you back to the last studio."

Xueming immediately began to take off his armor. At this moment, Fikewood murmured:

"—Gunsmith, have you ever heard Mother Goose's nursery rhymes?"

Xueming replied casually: "No."

Fickwood: "There is a song called "London Bridge is falling down" - you should have heard it." Xueming: "My wife has heard it and often sings it to her baby as a nursery rhyme."

Fickwood: "I was born in the same era as it was born."

Xueming: "Is there any deeper meaning?"

"No," Fickwood sighed, "Just chatting. In 50 AD, this small bridge was built across the Thames."

Xue Ming: "Then your body can also be put in the British Empire Museum. A single denture of yours is worth a fortune."

"Hahahahaha!" Fickwood laughed. "Gunsmith! I like your sense of humor!"

After a while, Fickwood continued the nursery rhyme:

"—Five years later, the bridge collapsed because of the war."

"——A thousand years later, the bridge collapsed again, still because of war."

"The Viking king tore it down to separate the north and south banks of the Thames."

“The Industrial Revolution, the era when capitalism was dictating how the world should be run.”

"It was sold to Arizona, to a real estate owner."

"Everything revolves around the land, around blood, around killing each other, creating and destroying. It keeps going in circles, in circles."

"From birth to death—"

"—Gunsmith! Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"

Fickwood's breathing began to become rapid, and a cloud of red mist flew out of his mouth.

Just like the incarnation butterfly, as a blood-giving monster, he also has to suffer the curse of the nursery of life and gradually return to one.

  [Part②·Sweet Death]

Suddenly, the drilling rig "stopped" for a moment!

The depth data of the formation has advanced by leaps and bounds.

——Until [-1877M], the speed of the dashboard slowly slowed down.

"We have passed that shell and we are already in the nursery of life." Fickwood stood up again.

All the reconnaissance equipment and all the electronic eyes were paralyzed and destroyed by the powerful geomagnetic field the moment they entered the eggshell.

As the core of spiritual intelligence, the fishman sister Miss Caiyun has persisted to this point, but her colleagues can no longer hold on.

A series of loud explosions were heard from above, but there was no definite information as to which came first or later - the abbot's immortal boat was already at the end of its strength.

"That doesn't sound right." The gunsmith looked up.

"Lightning Star has come here to accept the call of the Garden of All Things." Fickwood spoke, and red smoke was coming out of his mouth: "It's time to say goodbye! Gunsmith!"

Unit 16 was the first to become paralyzed. Lightning Star's body turned into a ball of red smoke, and countless butterflies flew out of the machine.

——Tianji Star Officer did not have time to inform his fellow disciples and had already pressed the button of the release program. The moment the Locking Well was completely opened, he saw the outside world.

There was almost no light visible from the iron cell as we went down through the dark and rugged tunnel.

But in fact, the world outside is more beautiful than he imagined——

——At that moment, the head of a Shambhala native emerged from the "spine" of this steel monster.

He stared at the world hungrily. As the power drill ring was completely paralyzed, horrifying notes of mechanical bodies squeezing and deforming each other came from behind him.

He saw it all, he saw it all.

Arriving at a depth of 2,700 meters in the earth, the most reliable Tianxuan star official who had always followed Fickwood was also about to leave.

The second power unit gradually disintegrated - the biological gel in the drill, which originally served as a filler, a lubricant and a protective substance for organisms, was also gradually decomposing. Any corpse without a soul and any substance without psychic energy underwent drastic changes under the influence of this strange spiritual pressure.

The electromechanical system has been completely paralyzed. Tianxuan Star Officer unlocked the link lock of the first unit. After completing the closed isolation work, there was a dull clanging sound above the head - it will remain in [-2870M] forever. Perhaps many years later, explorers searching for "ancient civilizations" will discover these relics.

"Are you ready?" Fickwood held up the Polaroid camera. The shape of this camera was also extremely unstable. Many rubber parts had begun to melt, as did the photo paper.

Before Jiang Xueming could answer, Fickwood added a condition.

"You can't take anything back with you except the clothes you took in the last photo, Gunsmith."

"So I ask you, tell others, tell others, write this in your mission report."

“We are here, we can be here.”

“We have the ability to get here.”

Xueming nodded.

“Crack!——”

The shutter fell, and Death was sitting opposite Fickwood, in the same scene as in the previous photo, and the same scene as his death notice showed.

The gunsmith quickly turned into a shadow, and at this moment, the drill gradually stopped rotating.

Fickwood quickly changed the medicine bag and stuffed the photo in. He didn't have time to wait for the gunsmith's photo to be fully developed. He had little time left. He had to fulfill his promise and send Lan Caiyun back.

He became younger and stronger, and his flesh and blood gradually piled up, turning from a skin-and-bones state back into a young man - he felt that his spiritual power was becoming more powerful, and his spiritual power reserves were already closely connected with the Original Seed.

He quickly pressed the shutter button for the second time. The moment the drilling rig completely stopped working, the spiritual core in the Merkaba sacred cube quickly dissipated - the fish girl turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards the ground.

He didn't rush to take a picture of himself, but sat next to the mechanical table.

He came and went so many times, but from beginning to end, he never walked out of the cave and could only see the shadow cast by the fire in the cave.

  He did not have the courage to face death. Once he truly looked face to face with the Original Seed, he would be doomed to die - but if he did not look at it, how could he say that he had truly seen it?

Now the Grim Reaper, holding his scythe, drove him out of the cave. This was his last chance.

"What a crazy thing"

"Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"

Fickwood's intelligence gradually disintegrated, and when the depth of the stratum reached [-3100M], he began to talk nonsense -

  ——There were many voices! Many, many voices! Countless souls were watching him!

There was a strange sandy sound coming from the drill. It didn't stop. Without the guidance of the spiritual core, the machine seemed to be still working due to its huge inertia. What was the environment like outside? Fickwood guessed, maybe it was like a sticky gel? Or loose and soft gravel? Like egg liquid.

The next second, Fickwood got the answer.

The drill bit also began to rot and disintegrate. Even diamond and steel would turn into pure elemental matter when reaching this depth.

They turned into a brilliant golden translucent substance, into a highly fluid plasma, they were constantly twisting and changing their shapes, and Fickwood was thrown into a bright "sky". He couldn't tell up from down, left from right, or between heaven and earth, his body was spinning rapidly, and streams of red smoke kept coming out of his mouth and nose - that was the remnant of the blessed holy blood of Vita's brand, and the insect nest in his stomach was gradually returning to unity.

There is light everywhere, which is a series of colorful nebula-like light curtains. In places where it is stronger and more dazzling, there are countless huge limbs. These limbs are changing shape all the time. Some of them are like molten lava, some are like gummy jelly, and more are distributed in all directions like tree-like veins.

It was not until Fickwood finally stopped spinning that he lost gravity and felt his lungs filled with a strange warm current, but he did not suffocate.

He raised his thumb, trying to find a reference to see the distance and the size of these things. He still wanted to measure his mother, know her, and feel her.

He raised his hand, only to find that this young and powerful body was disappearing. The nails and skin slowly turned into a trickle, and even seven or eight fingers grew out. Some thin buds of flesh could be seen, like delicate hairs, constantly moving on the skin, and would begin to grow once they found a suitable position.

They were between the liquefied and atomized states and did not leave this naked body immediately - yes, at the moment he fell out of the Fangzhang Immortal Boat, the clothes on his body had long since returned to normal, whether it was duck down or chemical fiber materials, they all turned into the most basic single elements and became part of Mother Earth again.

The first thing that began to decompose was Fickwood's "dead" keratin. His hair and nails were completely atomized. In this strange space where gas, solid and liquid were mixed, they looked more like pure blocks of color and pure light.

  In order to summon the soul, the moment Fickwood shouted [A Way Out], the corresponding arm of the spirit completely disappeared! The moment the soul leaves this body, he will be sentenced to death!

"Gunsmith."

"Gunsmith."

Fickwood burst into tears, wishing he had someone to accompany him, he was so lonely -

——The tears flowed upwards, tumbling in this chaotic ocean, and gradually turned into crystal clear powder.

“What an incredible miracle!”

"A deviant, selfish, flesh-and-blood gene! How crazy it is!"

"Life! Life! Life!"

“It exists!”

A cross-shaped scar appeared on his forehead, and it expanded rapidly, like the holy marks left by the crucifixion of Jesus.

——Fickwood’s aura was fading away rapidly, and his hypothalamus consciousness center was exposed in this ocean, contacting and merging with the matter of the Garden of All Things.

The first truly united saint was born, but he did not recite scriptures or believe in religion.

Like a firework

——In the nursery of life, it turned into sea foam.