In the core area of Aizong's Mausoleum, there is a scientific research complex covering an area of 16 hectares.
The podium spreads all the way down the pit of this oval-shaped tomb complex, which has almost hollowed out four generations of manpower in Daoheng County. The fish-human hybrids took over the physical work, and there were fifty-eight specializing in psychic abilities.
The Tiangongyuan disciples of the subject serve as the division heads of each institution.
Everything is just for one thing——
——That is to dig through the core of the earth.
The core area of the complex, with the sea of Pompeii as the altitude standard, is 170 meters underground. It is also the main tomb of Xia Aizong. However, the previous emperor did not have the opportunity to live in this top-notch mansion, so it became Fike
Mr. Wood's ideals and hopes are based on this.
"Teacher Abby, there are no new messages from Star Officer's Chaos Egg." The female assistant whispered.
Fickwood Abbey responded: "Death is coming."
The female assistant couldn't believe it. Although Haoshou Tianzun had always believed that the gunsmith was not dead yet - but after hearing these words with her own ears, she was unwilling to accept this fact.
"Lingguang Buddha does not allow you..."
Before he finished speaking, Old Abby interrupted: "What else could it be? My six star officers were so close to death that they didn't even have the strength to press the shutter. In just one minute, they were left in the archives.
All the negatives turned into waste paper - their souls have returned to the earth, their souls were taken away by the God of Death, and they went to the Dreamland one step ahead of me."
"Facts speak louder than words, my little niece."
Mr. Fickwood patted the female assistant on the shoulder, looked at the nephew's work badge, and then pulled it off.
"Marlene, if you don't want to die, leave here as soon as possible."
Marlene Abby is Fickwood's distant cousin and a middleman who made her fortune following the Crazy Butterfly Cult. Since the end of the expedition era, this woman has hugged her uncle's lap tightly and has risen rapidly in the cadre system of the Alliance of Eternals——
With Lord Feather's help, she got a casual job in Tiangongyuan, and she no longer had to be a poor filler like other mercenaries, and she didn't have to face the cruel and cruel Nameless Doe.
"I am willing to follow you until the last moment." Marlene looked to be in her early thirties, but her actual age was over two hundred years old.
Fickwood smiled happily and immediately asked about work.
"Crystalline rock is hard. We also have 13 spare diamond drill bits, and the drilling operating temperature is below 400 degrees Celsius."
Marlene: "Yes."
Fickwood: "The Lightning Star is the basic unit of psychic energy. Now that the Star Officer is dead, what is the status of the other backup energy sources?"
"If it is to be used as a power machine at the bottom of the hole, it can match the mechanical power of an impact rotary drill. But turbine drills and screw drills cannot - the torque of these power units will gradually decrease when output is continued, and the working state is not stable enough."
The "Lightning Stars" mentioned here are the leading star officials that Jiang Xueming killed at the Baibeigang Hotel.
In addition to the internal and external affairs of Tiangongyuan, Fickwood's main purpose of creating [Lightning Star] is to turn these critical blood-donating nobles into pure flesh-and-blood mechanical power units.
The Lightning Star, which is genetically based on a fish-human hybrid, can provide an average power output of 743 kilowatts per person, which is approximately one thousand horsepower per meter.
Tiangongyuan’s ultra-deep hole drilling machinery is composed of twelve Lightning Star parallel engine units——
——You may be wondering, if you only need an output of a thousand horsepower, why not choose gas power? Or electric power?
Because the answer has already been written in the history books, for Fickwood, the most difficult thing to solve in the ultra-deep hole drilling project in Area 77 is temperature and pressure.
Mechanical engineering needs to face high temperatures from 150 to 400 degrees deep underground, and the air pressure reaches more than 150 MPa. Cables, oils, polymer materials and steel are no longer reliable - almost
Everything will slowly turn into soft mud. The coolant will boil, and the pipelines for oil and electricity transmission will quickly oxidize and crack. If there is even the slightest spark, exceeding the flash point of the fuel will trigger a series of explosions.
Fickwood cannot solve these problems using scientific methods, and neither can Ao Mingde. This is the limit of applied disciplines in materials engineering in the underground world. Galahad Magic Academy, located on the edge of the Pacific Plate, can only look at the steep slopes.
The natural chasm sighed sadly - human beings can no longer go on.
A long road was born, and around the subject of [Lightning Star], a murloc hybrid that was not afraid of the high temperature of hot springs was born, followed by a brand new, extremely unstable holy blood configuration.
Lightning stars can solve many problems. As long as there are enough human flesh, these stars line up deep underground and push and pull hinge ratchets in the most primitive way. They can replace the power unit at the bottom of the hole.
Compared with the huge industrial machinery, these hybrids are miniaturized and delicate. The psychic energy tide goes back and forth. Under the control of a parallel power sequence group, the spiritual pressure of the lightning star itself is the best refrigeration equipment.
Fickwood needs Yajin and a lot of blood sacrifices to fulfill his ideals. He can only turn to Judah, and Ao Mingde will never approve of this approach - even if the black cat thinks that King Xin is reasonable but illegal.
Like the underground sacred sun, Fickwood believes that his career is a bridge. It is an excellent opportunity for countless lives to communicate directly with Mother Earth. Sooner or later, there will be a sect like the Ladder of the Sun that worships the King of Fire——
As long as you dig deeper, the secrets of Yajin and the Original Seed are no longer secrets. The Avatar Butterfly is not a mythical creature, but an experimental material.
"How is the progress of the specimen group?" Fickwood asked next.
Marlene responded in a low voice: "The hardness of the rock core is within the range allowed by the program, and the natural fluidity of the rock cuttings has also been tested. It is a value that the mechanical engineering team can withstand - more than 3,100 meters down, the ground reconnaissance team
The waveform given by the instrument is not accurate enough. It should be the electric field of the original seed that affects the observation results."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What about liquid and gaseous samples?" Fickwood took a booklet from the bookshelf in the office.
Marlene responded immediately: "The results of the six drilling sample points in the tomb group have just come out, and the best drilling location has been determined."
"Let's start tomorrow. Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock." Fickwood said, turning to the first page of the booklet.
The opening message contains a personal introduction to the British poet John Donne, as well as the title of the sonnet——
——"Death, don't be proud"
"Death, Death..."
"Don't be proud..."
As if he sensed that the end was approaching, the old man's mood was unusually calm.
Marlene didn't mean to be alarmed. Ever since her uncle read this poem, she seemed to have looked away.
"The formations here are not like Conrad noodles, nor are they like Moho noodles..."
"No real life comes here except various waves..."
Fickwood then read the poem——
"——How powerful and terrifying."
"You, you...actually do not live up to your name."
"You think that all living beings cannot escape death. But now, I am still alive."
"Dreamland is a reflection of you, you make people feel comfortable and comfortable."
"The best of us have long since left with you."
"Let the soul be saved and the body rest in peace."
"You are fate, you are opportunity, you are the slave of kings and madmen."
"Poison, war and pain go hand in hand, opium and witchcraft always work."
"They are more powerful than you, so why are you anxious? Why are you bossing around..."
"Let me take a nap, Death, Death..."
"Make me clear forever, and I will never die again——"
"——The God of Death is also going to die."
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After confirming that the gunsmith himself was in good health, Billy and Foianini set out on the road with the information, rushing back to the war command center to convey to Keshuai in detail everything that happened in Daoheng County.
Su Ling was not in a hurry and immediately entered the area of Aizong Mausoleum, found another restaurant in Baibei Port District, and decided to take action at night.
Jiang Xueming poured a panacea on his head as a hair growth agent, and now he changed his clothes and turned into a farmer with a slovenly beard. The local soldiers could not find this strange monster monk.
As for the changes in Fragrant Fantasy?
The moment it twisted the lock plate, Xueming quickly dismissed the soul power——
——He dare not engage in psychic research and invention in the downtown area. Moreover, SD’s spirit body is rich in sub-gold substance, which is the spiritual essence of the original seed. If Fragrant Fantasy performs a hand-rubbing butterfly transformation for him on the spot,
The picture was too beautiful and he didn't dare to look at it.
The formula that has never been used = will not be used still works. Before night falls, Xueming must follow Teacher Su Ling's instructions and clean up his spirit body - to ensure that this big steel cat will not be killed in the next assassination operation.
It will be a disservice.
After explaining the basic matters and clarifying the time for night action, Teacher Su Ling went downstairs to pay the room fee, made a bed in the guest room, rolled up the plastic cloth as a sleeping bag, and fell asleep.
Xueming was not idle either. He still had four hours of free time. Before the meal arrived, he ordered a meal from the restaurant waiter and chatted to learn more about the local customs of Daoheng County.
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The waiter who receives guests on the first floor is an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy who comes from a military family. His father is a messenger in the general's palace who sends letters and handles affairs. It is said that it is organized by the warlord government, but in fact he is just an errand boy.
When the waiter met the bearded nobleman "Zhang Congfeng", he was very polite. When he heard that he was a doctor, he spoke out everything that was in his heart.
"My lord, you came all the way from Japan and went through all kinds of hardships, just for one thing? To study in the Imperial Hospital?"
Jiang Xueming responded: "Yes."
The waiter sighed: "Then you can be regarded as a living Bodhisattva. My father said that those who travel to the sixteen countries from south to north and can walk across the Tonghe River must either have the means to reach heaven or have made a great vow - like us here
Yeah, it's close to Xia Aizong's old cemetery, so I can afford a bite of food."
Jiang Xueming: "Sounds like a story?"
"Of course! The old emperor didn't do many good things while he was alive!" The waiter didn't follow up one sentence after another, and there was no logic in his gossip: "If the rice harvest goes to Taizhou, it will also be the territory that eats the emperor's grain. Every year, he will have to pay extra
For the three kinds of diplomatic taxes, I have to do corvee labor. The canal is still being built in Huainan County, Wujiang! At least more than 400 laborers starve to death a year!"
"Fortunately, the old emperor died, and he died at the right time. General Chen and Haoshou Tianzun are here! I have the opportunity to serve you tea and water, right?"
Both inside and outside the words reveal a kind of strange and strange admiration.
When the waiter talked about Tiangongyuan, his face was full of hope.
Jiang Xueming then asked: "This Haoshou Tianzun is..."
For a while, he couldn't find a suitable adjective and his mind was stuck.
"Well..."
The gunsmith was extremely restrained when discussing local religious idols. If the time had been set two or three years ago, his role would have been an anti-terrorist officer sent by the central government to suppress cults.
"Little brother, can you tell me about Tiangongyuan?"
The waiter said disgustedly: "You're an outsider, aren't you? Sir! If you want to know more about it, you can go to the Cai Family Ancestral Temple in the east end of the Bay Area. In the early days, gentlemen used to hold tea and settle cases. Later, when Haoshou Tianzun opened a school, there were many
Few of the gentlemen who failed in the imperial examinations went to work as volunteers."
"You want me, a person who has only learned arithmetic, to talk about the Immortal Family? I really don't dare to talk nonsense."
"If you insist on saying a few words, he seems to be..."
The waiter scratched his chin and thought carefully.
"Just like an ordinary person, very talkative, especially fond of children."
"I am willing to pay to teach people how to count. If I am good at numeracy, I can also open a warehouse to store grain. I am a living Bodhisattva."
"When Tiangongyuan comes to distribute food, it also selects good men and women to build the Aizong Mausoleum and make some strange mechanisms - if it is done well, they will be accepted into the inner sect and become direct disciples."
"I don't have the brain, but it's a pity that I can't get in."
"If I were to go to Aizong's Mausoleum, Guangzong Yaozu would be awesome! I'm afraid that the counselors around General Chen would shout at me when they see me! Hey!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This time Xueming understands that the local religious affairs in Tiangongyuan are in full swing and have been deeply integrated with the warlord's administrative system. It has become the morality in the hearts of the people.
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As for how these blood-giving monsters feed and how they collect blood sacrifices, I'm afraid they have already been cut and completed by professional violent machines.
Before Xueming could ask, the waiter had already told him the answer.
"It is difficult to achieve peace in this place. General Chen is guarding the end of the Tonghe River. To the south are Sendai and Taiye, and to the north are the two countries of Huaibei, Songshan Island and Bailangguan. Those two generals are both ruthless characters - this
Throughout the year, the autumn harvest is counted once, the spring plowing is counted once, and occasionally there are festivals, and there is also a Midsummer Toast Festival."
"There are three wars a year. If winter hadn't come and gone late, the recruiting officers in Daliang wouldn't have time to rest. Thanks to my father's ability, otherwise I would have to go to the front line to shed my blood."
The waiter has not yet adapted to the title of Chen Guo. When talking about these things, he still calls him "Daliang"——
——With such frequent wars in the agricultural era, changing the country's name does not seem to be a big deal to the common people.
It is this war-torn era that will create countless slaves. Families that have lost their main labor force have to sell off their property. The contents of the sale include not only land, but also the elderly, women and children.
People who become captives in wars usually have no good results. Perhaps the blood sacrifices in Daoheng County are transported and exchanged through a small part of the war - this is another kind of "exchanging children and eating" in the literal sense.
Eating one's own subjects is too barbaric and can easily lead to public outrage and rebellion, but eating the defeated generals of other countries becomes a heroic and brave act.
"When will it end?" Jiang Xueming sighed——
——When he said this question, he was asking the waiter about the ultimate ideal of Tiangongyuan.
Any religious uprising must talk about a core doctrine. This is the banner of rescuing the suffering and rescuing sentient beings. It is the most important thing for the people. Even if it is a bit illusory, it is worthy of people's respect and worship.
"Hi! It's tomorrow!" the waiter said excitedly: "Sir, you are in luck! The ancestral hall just came down to announce that tomorrow Haoshou Tianzun will ride on the fairy boat to see the Grandma."
The so-called Xianzhou is an ultra-deep hole drilling equipment manufactured by the Tiangongyuan Scientific Research Complex.
As for Dimu Niangniang, that is, the localized translation of Shambhala, which is the original seed.
The gunsmith didn't understand it at first, but after what the waiter said, he didn't expect that the people of the Guanyi Sect would actually go deep underground to face Mother Earth. According to his experience in killing enemies, in the past, the leader of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult was a relatively small person.
A religious leader who is afraid of death, not to mention unification, has no fingers on his hands, and has never killed a few people in his life, can cut off even one of his fingers and make him cry out in pain.
This Haoshou Tianzun actually wants to see Mother Earth? Is he tired of living?
"Look at your expression, sir, are you scared?" The waiter said proudly: "At first, Tiangongyuan came to Baibeigang to preach, and what he preached was the "Di Lao Jing", which said that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other and the cycle of heaven."
"Every living thing on the earth begs for food from the land. Farmers work in the fields, gentlemen earn rents from the land, generals work hard for a piece of land, and ministers travel to various ministries and states to regulate the fertility of the land.
Transferring money and goods to various places."
"The emperor is going to farm with a golden hoe on his back!~"
The waiter talks about his fantasies confidently, and there are also classic content from Tiangongyuan.
"All living beings are vying for this geographical advantage. There are killings, cruel officials, and natural and man-made disasters. Haoshou Tianzun came to the grave of the old emperor just to see my grandmother and petition for all living beings."
"As long as Di Lao is willing to give out more land, wouldn't the problem be solved?"
"There is no more fighting and fighting, and there is no such chaos in this world."
When talking about this, the waiter's expression became more and more enthusiastic.
"It's not like the devils and monsters are evil. How many alchemists want to eat a mouthful of human flesh? How about using people from one village after another, hundreds or thousands of people, as medicine guides to make elixirs?"
"Haoshou Tianzun is my idol!~"
The waiter said confidently.
"If I want to become such a big shot, I also have this ambition! I also have this ideal! All the beasts in the mountains and the dragons in the river will listen to me!~"
Jiang Xueming finished eating the noodles and threw down a silver dollar: "Yes, yes..."
"Sir...Hey!" The waiter wanted to say something, but when he turned his head, the man with a slovenly beard disappeared.
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Xueming chose a deserted highland and called for the power of his soul on the leeward slope of the rock platform.
"Fragrant dream!"
He wanted to test the ability of the spirit body and determine the state of the fragrant dream.
The big cat emerged from the body. It was still wearing a gold armor and looked at the main body with confusion on its face.
"Ah?! Gunsmith! What happened to me?"
Jiang Xueming felt like facing a formidable enemy: "I saw you were about to unscrew the lock plate on your chest. I was afraid of an accident, so I brought you to this place - there is no one around here, so you try to open the lock slowly."
FE204863's [Regret Medicine] and FE33031's [Fragrant Dream] have a keyhole on their chests.
During the period of studying at the Royal Court, Xueming not only mastered Pankrasin, but his spiritual body also underwent subtle changes——
——The knight armor of Fragrant Fantasy is filled up. It is this perfect and flawless breastplate that allows Xueming to use the "ultrasonic blasting fist". The essence of his Pankrasin is the control and application of sound waves.
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The same is true for Meteor. The swordsmanship practice with Beowulf's teacher allowed him to master part of the wolf swordsmanship, but due to this "weak" body, he was unable to exert the full essence of the wolf swordsmanship.
According to the legend, the broadsword ranger Osin and the wise king Beowulf are both nearly two hundred and fifty centimeters tall. These tall "demigods" can take stormy arrow steps and make slashes that look like a strong wind tearing everything apart.
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This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! After becoming a blood granting unit, Meteor took on the form of a werewolf and also mastered the ability to control spiritual elements. His spiritual body underwent earth-shaking changes.
After the fragrant dream came into contact with the sub-gold substance, it must have changed. As for whether it was good or bad, it was hard to say.
First start experimenting with basic functions——
——Xue Ming was so dexterous that he climbed up the big banyan tree on the rock platform to dig out the bird's nest. After a while, he caught a little sparrow that was the slowest in flying and the unluckiest.
He immediately called out Fragrant Fantasy, and his spirit body and body reached out together to hold down the little bird's head.
As expected, the bird immediately fell asleep.
It seems that the ability of [hypnosis] is still effective. The big cat's spiritual body and flesh part have not changed in any way. It is still a cat with a strong expression of the BOSS's essence. The sub-gold substance cannot change its species - this
It's a good thing.
As for the lock, Xueming didn't want to open it at first——
——The unlocking process of FE204863 was extremely difficult and dangerous, and after unlocking, the regret medicine turned him into a natural elf wandering among multiple universes. He no longer had a stable material form. He became a kind of creature close to Ra.
The existence of Plath's demon.
But the state of this keyhole is no longer so stable. Now that Fragrant Fantasy bends its body a little, the iron block on its chest will fall out. In this state, the hollow keyhole keeps making noises, and he cannot release Pankrasin.
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After trying back and forth several times, Xueming's fist kept hitting the boulder on the ledge.
But no matter how hard he tried, the sound made by the spirit body was like a broken gong, and Pankrasin's seagulls could no longer be heard screaming.
Xueming has no choice. When one path doesn't work, he has to try another one.
Without Pankrasin, once the dust crystal arrows are exhausted, he lacks the means to kill the enemy with one hit.
"Unlock it..."
"Are you sure! You asked me to open it!" Fenfang Huanmeng was unsure of herself. She clung to the lock plate tightly. The moment the "heart mirror" with a diameter of only eight centimeters on her chest was filled with steel, she
The lock opening procedure will be executed naturally, as if it were full of clockwork - once the key is inserted, the lock cylinder will automatically start running.
Jiang Xueming urged: "Try to go as slowly as possible."
As the gear set was fully engaged, a strange clicking sound came from inside the golden armor.
After the disk was completely inverted one hundred and eighty degrees, nothing seemed to happen.
Fengfang Huanmeng loosened her claws: "Is it over?"
Jiang Xueming: "Have you felt..."
There was no change in spiritual pressure, or Jiang Xueming could not smell his own "body odor", so naturally he could not feel his spiritual pressure. Without other reference objects, it was difficult for him to make an accurate judgment.
"Uh..." Fenxiang Huanmeng frowned with a pair of colorful eyebrows, returned to the original body, and maintained the possessed state.
Xueming punched the boulder——
——Pankrasin’s howl sounded successfully!
Layers of cracks suddenly appeared in the stone, and the repeated sound waves of different frequency bands tore it into four pieces!
At the same time, Xueming's fist also began to crack. It was the damage caused by Pankrasin!
"No problem! It can still be used!" Jiang Xueming cheered up.
The fragrant dream left the body, and I felt very confused.
"Did this sub-gold substance just give me a new suit of armor? Does it think our tastes are too old-fashioned? Do we want to change from a Silver Saint to a Gold Saint?"
Except for the somewhat complicated action of unlocking the door, the basic functions of Fragrance Dream have not changed at all, including the basic power, speed and range of the spirit body, and the precision seems to have dropped slightly.
Wait a moment.
Jiang Xueming squinted: "I asked you to help me make bullets before, but you said you couldn't do it. You were lying to me, right?"
"Hey hey hey..." Fenfang Huanmeng just smiled, but her precision didn't change at all.
So is this dark gold armor really just a color change? Does technology come from changing the skin?
at this time--
——The rocks that were thrown away by Pankrasin's attack suddenly changed.
The scattered smoke, dust and gravel slowly floated, as if they had lost natural gravity.
They gradually float toward the dome of the sky, getting faster and faster, faster and faster!
"This is..."
Judging from the familiar but unfamiliar natural falling speed, the direction in which it is subject to gravity has changed!
"Oh! My! God!" Fengfang Huanmeng held her head in her hands and shouted out the name: "This is the soul power of Johnny Kang!"
Jiang Xueming was surprised and said: "[Subversive·The world is turned upside down]!"
The moment he read out his true name, a bright golden arrow protruded from the palm of Fragrance Dream, and the big bow that originally belonged to the God of Love also extended from his arm——
——The sub-gold substance creates a new spiritual body.
The stones affected by the golden arrow of the God of Love fell freely for fifteen seconds and hit the grotto on the dome.
Another thick branch broke from the trunk and hit the ledge, causing a bloody flower to appear.
The gunsmith anxiously stepped forward to take a closer look, and saw that the little sparrow that had been sleeping soundly just now had turned into pulp.
A strange gray color appeared all over it, just like the lead arrow released by Concho Johnny, the exponential gravity was exerted on the poor bird, crushing the bird's nest, breaking the branches, and crushing the little bird.
Shattered to pieces.
Feng Fang Huan Meng was at a loss as she held the big bow, and pointed directly at the main body with her free hand.
"Brother! You're wrong!"
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In the endless abyss, underground underground.
In the hell palace of Pandemaninan, Gloria wore a dim golden crown.
The loyal and despicable Mr. Kangqiao knelt under the hot crystal stone platform. His tattered body was bound by the twisted limbs of the black horse, almost completely swallowed, and merged with the strange horse that was constantly changing its shape——
——This power does not belong to the gunsmith, it comes from the dream.