Abyss Train

Chapter 795 Carnism

[Part ①: Catch the Wind]

Looking towards the square avenue, young men ran into the door of the wooden building, lay down under the window, and only dared to stick out half of their heads to peek outside.

Several cigarette butts fell from the window on the second floor of the bar. Some of the clients didn't even have time to put on their clothes. They stared with wide eyes, expecting gunshots.

Mr. Vincent opened his mouth slightly, breathing heavily and slowly from between his lips and teeth.

He looked like an iron statue, with his angular face and muscles that sometimes tensed and sometimes relaxed.

He clasped the gun handle with five fingers, and so did the robbers and hired workers around Sullivan.

They stood behind the ranger captain, lined up in a row like geese, thirty-one in total.

Many people have drawn their guns, which are called perfume bottle rifles, just like their gang name.

It is a very old and traditional fulminate of mercury gunpowder firearm with a double-trigger double-shot structure, loading two lead or iron bullets each time.

The muzzles of the guns were all pointed at Vincent, at this uninvited guest, at this ignorant Oriental man.

There was a half-broken whip on the ground, with a sharp [arrow] hidden inside. The sub-gold material contained the DNA expression of the original seed. It was a deadly poison, but it could also transform a person into a butterfly - it came from a site in the Colorado Canyon area.

Sullivan picked it up. At this moment, he was finally relieved from the pressure, and his expression became relaxed and comfortable.

The reason why he let down his guard was simple—

——He thought.

  [No one can survive this kind of firepower.]

[Even if he is the leader of a gang, it is impossible for him to deal with fifty or sixty bullets at the same time.]

[His name on his work badge is Vincent. He looks like a translator for some small Chinese workers' association. This Oriental guy barged into my class without permission. He is a bastard who doesn't know how to live or die. He will not survive.]

"Look at the scrap copper and iron in your hand..." Sullivan crushed the broken whip in his hand, revealing the arrowhead inside. "Even if all the bullets are used up, it can only kill six people, and there are more than 30 of us. I can't wait to hear your last words... I don't know where you got the courage to raise a gun to your master."

Sullivan's face was grim and he gritted his teeth as he hid the arrow in the inner pocket lining his chest.

"If you get down on your knees and beg for mercy right now, and lick my boots clean, I'll spare your life."

Vincent: “Are you serious?”

Sullivan became excited: "Oh! Are you wavering? Are you scared? Are you going to change your mind? Treat my boots well, just like treating the top of the three-tiered round tower of birthday cake that your mother made for you, and treat the little bit of cream on the top. If you lick it clean-"

“——Bang!”

There was a bright red blood stain on Sullivan's face.

The muffled gunshots sounded like thunder in the small town.

Sullivan turned his head in surprise and glanced sideways, and saw that the top of his head of his accomplice was gone, leaving only half of his face.

The tall body of the robber who was shot collapsed to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

The muzzle of the gun in Vincent's hand still had the heat of the burning gunpowder.

The robbers immediately fired back - gunshots rang out everywhere.

Without any cover, Sullivan couldn't think of what this man relied on to survive such a dense rain of bullets!

Sullivan was thinking, and quietly stepped back a few steps. The team leader "protected" the gang members in front of him.

  [Look at his arm. His shooting technique is very standard. He must have a teacher who is good at shooting. I have to save my life before he runs out of bullets.]

[He came for me, holding a stack of Chinese labor contracts to seek revenge. Without a doubt, he came for the core members of the Perfume Bottle Gang.]

[Luckily, I have Soul Power! This incredible supernatural power is protecting me! Otherwise, I would have been the one shot in the head with the first gunshot. [Thyme] is protecting me.]

[As long as I avoid these few short seconds, avoid the few bullets left in his gun chamber, use these human pads as cover, and listen to a few screams, I will soon be able to see this annoying yellow man die miserably under the bullets...]

Amid the chaotic sound of gunfire and in a battlefield filled with smoke.

Sullivan immediately bent down, and behind his companion who was standing upright with his gun holding the gun, he observed Vincent through his companion's armpit.

He can't understand...

  [Why is he still firing?]

[There are only six bullets in the revolver, and he has clearly used them all up!]

At this moment, a bright red and hot stream of heat rushed from my partner's armpit!

  It was filled with the powerful thrust of the gunpowder gas, the projectile was squeezed and deformed, and under the guidance of the rifling, it was like a ball of soft iron mud, spinning, and when it broke through the sound barrier, it made an eardrum-shattering explosion and arrived in front of Sullivan unexpectedly!

At that moment, Sullivan's hair stood on end, and he shouted out loudly in his heart the power of his soul.

"Thyme! Stop it!"

  Instantly, dozens of [ropes] emerged from Sullivan's broad back. They were like dense lines twisted together from flower leaves, tightly wrapping the bullet like spider silk to relieve the force. The strong and powerful vines acted as [sticks] to whip this dangerous and deadly cocoon, leading the horrific bullet tightly wrapped inside to the other side!

"boom!--"

Sullivan, who was still in shock, heard the dull and heavy sound of a gunshot. The sound of the hammer detonating the primer was like a bull sneezing, which made his heart tremble.

  At that moment just now!

Sullivan saw clearly——

——See clearly what this Oriental man relies on.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.

  [Hey…what is that? What kind of monster is that?]

Sullivan saw it clearly—

  [——Is there such a soul power? There are such monsters?!]

At the other end of the battlefield, the Oriental man was like a hard target.

Lead bullets and iron bullets shot at the Oriental man's body, as if they had crashed into solid granite. Shrapnel and flying sand vibrated the air, leaving behind twisted, deformed, and scorching turbulent whirlpools around the Oriental man.

Sullivan couldn't even see the true appearance of the violent spirit.

  [As if it had six arms——]

[——When pulling the trigger, the mechanism of the hammer has already begun to be triggered.]

[——When the muzzle spewed flames, the bullets shot at him were caught by the dark blue phantom and then crushed to pieces!]

[——When the bullets were all used up, he removed the cylinder and the bearing of the gun body together, and without changing the gun's position, he immediately inserted six new bullets.]

[Such precision and speed! Such amazing willpower!]

[I! Sullivan Okopela, I am no match for him in a head-on fight!]

In just thirty seconds, thirty more bodies appeared on the ground.

Mr. Vincent could no longer shoot.

There were thirty-six yellow bullet casings scattered around his feet, and the gun in his hand was completely red, with a layer of blood-red flesh that had fallen off from burns.

The weapon became unreliable during the final round of firing due to excessive temperatures in the gun, as the cylinder exploded while replacing ammunition.

Sullivan was overjoyed when he saw this scene.

  [To a gunner, a gun is like the sharp teeth of a wild beast!]

[He no longer has the strength to fight back!]

Vincent no longer had a gun in his hand. He just shouted at Sullivan, "Bullets can't seem to kill you, you beast! You are possessed by evil spirits just like me—right!"

Sullivan seemed to have obtained a golden medal of immunity from death, and wanted to use intimidation to scare off his opponent.

"Vincent! Your inference is correct! If you want to kill me with that inferior weapon! It's a pipe dream! But I think - I should not be your opponent."

Vincent remained silent. His hands were covered with new wounds and his body was growing weaker and weaker - his stomach was empty and his heart was empty.

Sullivan wanted to add fuel to the fire, so he used threats and inducements, and then he knelt down pitifully, his kneeling was clean and neat, and his movements were smooth and natural.

"Oriental! Your soul power looks very powerful! I think you are also a [carnivore]. If possible, I would like to be your introducer, join us, and become a member of this big family!"

"I kneel down for you! I already kneel down for you! I know! You have a saying - kneel down to heaven, kneel down to the earth, kneel down to your parents!"

"This is the greatest sincerity I can express! Vincent!"

"I beg you to forgive me! I beg you to"

Before Sullivan could finish speaking——

——His hands regained consciousness and Mr. Vincent pulled the last six bullets from his leather bag.

He faced Sullivan in a very strange posture, with three bullets each between his fingers, like a full-moon hard bow, his whole body tense as if he would [fire] at any time.

Vincent: “Extended family?”

Sullivan: "Yes! We can be a family!"

Vincent: "I just killed your family and you're talking to me about family affection?"

Sullivan immediately took out his handkerchief and tears just flowed down without any hesitation.

"I'm very sad... wuwuwu... I'm really sad, but I still regard you as a family member. There is no perfect person in this world, and everyone makes mistakes."

Vincent's tone turned cold: "You are stalling for time, right?"

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, whether it was Sullivan walking on his knees or Vincent trying to shorten the shooting distance. Sullivan's eyes suddenly changed, his brain was thinking at high speed, [Thyme] had begun to play its role.

"Oh, then you don't have to kneel any more." Sullivan slowly got up from the ground, revealing the [thyme] under his trouser legs. It looked like a plant that grew quickly, bloomed and shed leaves. Just like its name, the gorgeous purple-red branches and leaves formed a sharp contrast with the pure white center of the flower.

Its branches grew and spread over the corpses on the ground.

It was like an infusion tube, transporting strange fluid into the corpse.

Sullivan has a little plan in mind.

  [From a head-on battle, I have no chance of winning. It seems that I can only run away, but...]

[But! I am a teacher and I want to teach students how to overcome fear!]

[Although I don’t want to admit it, when I faced him, I felt a primitive and wild brutal force, which completely shattered my courage and pride.]

[If I run away here, the arrows will no longer protect me! There will no longer be divine power like soul power to help me rise to prominence. These ugly and despicable colored bastards deserve to die!]

[Part②·The Courage of the Evil]

The bodies of the robbers rose again. They were also Sullivan's comrades-in-arms, brothers who had been in the same boat and were on the run.

Sullivan's eyes were bloodshot. To control sixteen "family members" at the same time, his brain was already in an overloaded state. The strength of soul power was related to a person's mental strength.

"This is [Thyme]'s special ability!"

It was the first time for him to use the [Soul Power] ability to control so many targets. When facing this visitor from the East, he did not dare to underestimate the enemy.

Vincent looked over with a cold look in his eyes: "You seem to be able to manipulate corpses..."

These corpses seemed to have smelled a feast. Those without arms and legs, or even heads, could stand up and take steps forward. Those with intact limbs could even pick up guns, fill them with fulminate of mercury and bullets, and even shoot.

them……

  Or rather, “they”!

They all twitched their nostrils at the same time, as if they smelled the sweet scent of [food], and crawled towards Vincent at an extremely slow speed.

Vincent couldn't see anything else strange. He couldn't clearly understand the characteristics of this superpower and couldn't figure out the strength of its control.

"Come on! It's your turn! Come on!" Sullivan lifted his black cloak and took out his pistol. "I know what you are capable of! The bullets between your fingers can be fired with soul power. Are you going to use the last six bullets to kill me? Let's see who fate will favor more? You? Or me?"

"The bullets without gas guide are weak! At this distance! Can these bullets really hurt me?"

"Keep fighting? Or run away?! Vincent?!"

A shadow suddenly jumped out from Vincent's weak spot.

It is the afterimage of an arm moving at high speed.

  Hunwei's knuckles hit the tail primer of the copper-skinned ammunition hard, and the bullet was fired!

It hit one of the zombies in the waist and abdomen, completely breaking its spine!

Vincent was thinking and trying.

  [——Can bullets destroy them? If you want to get close to Sullivan! You must get past these zombies!]

[The central nervous system of the spine controls the entire lower body. If shattering the spine can stop the zombies from moving...]

Before Vincent could finish his thoughts, something unusual happened!

Just as the bullet penetrated the zombie's lower back, the body that was shot suddenly expanded and deformed like a balloon!

  ——Boom!

Dozens of rib fragments suddenly exploded like shrapnel, shooting from the belly of the zombie towards Vincent!

Sullivan's eyes were filled with tears and hatred: "I want you to pay with blood! I want revenge for these lovely children! You yellow-skinned bastard!"

The dark blue arms appeared again, and Vincent's soul power blasted the scattered bone fragments into fine dust!

But it couldn't stop the body fluids and blood that splashed along with the bone tissue.

When the blood splashed onto Vincent's arms and torso, it seeped into his body as if it had encountered a strong sponge when it came into contact with his skin.

  [Not good…]

Look at the remains of the zombies after the explosion——

——In the horrible huge wound, a cluster of bright and strange thyme grew.

It exudes a strong aroma, completely different from ordinary plant aromas, with the freshness of microorganisms and fungi. The high temperature of gunpowder makes the meat more tempting.

Vincent's face turned pale. He felt that the opponent's soul power had begun to take effect. When facing these corpses, he could actually detect his stomach beginning to make unusual rumbling noises.

  He started to get hungry, and got even hungrier!

It was as if something had lodged itself in his stomach.

It was as if a wild beast had secretly devoured all the energy in his body.

His limbs became weak and his body collapsed prematurely due to rapid energy consumption.

He raised his head and looked around, and shadows appeared in his eyes.

There were more than a dozen zombies, with a purple-red rope tied to their bodies. The spines on their backs pierced the flesh and turned into a terrifying stick, and they were slowly walking towards him.

Sullivan grinned wildly.

"You lose!"

Vincent wanted to do something and just when he raised his legs, he found that his body was no longer under his control and he slowly, slowly collapsed to the ground.

He became the dying fish again.

I want to squirm, to struggle, to turn over.

It's as difficult as climbing to the sky to move your fingers!

"Fire one more shot! Try again! Can you still scream out your soul power now, bastard!" Sullivan turned his head away, following his right hand holding the gun, and used his right eye to observe the enemy. "Don't worry! I will never approach you until I am sure that you, the carnivore, are completely dead! I will never approach you so easily, you who were once so powerful!"

"——How far can you fight? It seems that your soul power is almost inseparable from you, like a clinging baby."

"——If you can smash the bullet, you can definitely smash my head."

"——I will watch you like this, slowly watching you turn into a big meal to feed my [Thyme]."

"--Just as I said, it will treat you like the cream on a birthday cake, licking you first, completely taking away the energy in your body, consuming and absorbing all the fat, hydrolyzing and fusing all the energy, and then using its sharp teeth to gnaw through your bones! Destroy your backbone! Gnaw up the disobedient muscles in your body! Swallow any tough protein!"

"If you can't obey yourself, you have to obey others! And you will obey me!"

Mr. Vincent did not move.

he thinks--

——This is the end of the railway track [Destiny].

If it weren't for that little cowboy -

——Perhaps he had already gotten off the car early and committed suicide in regret and pain.

He half-knelt, like his compatriots, his back weakly falling backwards, the last five bullets in his hand no longer having a chance to fire.

  Sullivan is still speaking at length and with passion!

"I want to thank you! Oriental! You have brought my courage to a new level! After defeating you, a powerful enemy! Just like dealing with a strong beast in nature, I can also absorb sufficient nutrition from your rich body and soul. I..."

Before he could finish—

——The horse neighed loudly, like a thunder in a drought on a hot summer day.

Jack Martin galloped on his horse and jumped into the dense crowd of zombies.

  He held onto Vincent's straps like the leash of a lasso!

In contrast to his tall and strong latissimus dorsi, Vincent's body seemed to have turned into a mummy, as if carrying a corgi's small vest and carrying Vincent away from the battlefield.

"Damn it..." Sullivan cursed, "You bastard! How dare you snatch my slave? How dare you snatch food from my mouth?"

“Hahahahahahahaha!—”

  Little Jack waved his red scarf to pretend to be on fire, trying to scare the horse to death. Dolly used all her strength to escape!

He laughed and shouted.

"——When it comes to running away, I'm number one!"

When Dolly rushed out about fifty feet and was about to rush into the woods, Jack crouched down and lowered his head, and heard the whistling of bullets breaking through the air.

"I must be fucking crazy!"

"I must be crazy, Vincent!"

"I feel like I'm going crazy! Are you still alive?!"

  [Real name: Sullivan Okopela]

[Background: His parents, uncle, and aunt died in the great pioneering of the westward movement, at the hands of North American natives, and he hated people of color very much - later he joined the Perfume Bottle Gang and made a living by looting caravans.]

[Soul Power: Thyme]

[Destructive power: E]

[Speed: A]

[Range: B]

[Sustainability: B]

[Precision: A]

[Growth: B]

[Special ability: Thyme is a famous food spice that inhibits fungi and microorganisms and often appears in kitchen recipes. After learning the true name of Soul Power, Sullivan accurately recognized the true ability of thyme. It can control the spinal nerve center of the human body through tiny spiritual branches and make the dead body move again. It can control the intestinal flora of the human body, allowing bacteria and microorganisms to grow and reproduce, or inhibit their growth, to achieve the purpose of controlling energy intake and consumption, and then weaken or strengthen the physical constitution of the flesh - its flower language is courage, which is also Mr. Sullivan's life creed.]

[Note: "Thyme" comes from the Chinese version of "Scarborough Fair".]