Art promotes life, and where death is, there is no art.
——Romain Rolland
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[Part1·369, etc.]
"Death, Death..."
"Don't be proud..."
Fickwood Abby muttered softly, becoming a little dazed.
This psychic researcher spent most of his life focusing on the research of ultra-deep hole drilling. However, the deeper he dug, the worse his mental state became.
This is also the reason why Good Cat forbids people from exploring 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 disturbed monsters.
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Both the Penglai No. 1 and Yingzhou No. 2 drilling rigs suffered tragic failures, and the pit filling project alone consumed most of the complex's manpower.
The hope of the whole village seems to be placed in the last machine No. 3, a relatively large "Abbott Fairy Mountain".
The seismic wave detection instrument in the control tower is still alarming, but judging from the waveform spectrum, the activity frequency of the Original Seed is milder than in the previous few hours, and the drilling mission may be carried out in another twenty minutes.
Pit No. 16 of the tomb complex is the best place to drill. The base frame was built earlier. There are four giant descendants helping to transport materials. The oil depot of the complex is running out of reserves. For Fickwood, there is no Judas.
Support, no money - this may be his last chance.
The subordinates have not yet realized what changes have taken place in Tiangongyuan. Everything is as Tianzun described to people - Lingguang Buddha sent Arhats to help. These fish-men who were bewitched by heavenly demons and monsters controlled by Earthly Ladies were all controlled by Arhats.
Defeated with the roc (phoenix).
The Abbot stands just above the wellhead. It looks like a skyscraper. It is 61 meters high and has 33 drill rings. Its drill bit comes from 2007 and is the design of the German ZMV pilot hole. For
The rock formation structure 17,000 meters underground can barely adapt to the temperature of 385 degrees Celsius at the bottom of the well, but it is still unknown how long it can sustain it.
After all, the Abbot is not like its predecessors. It is just an alternative, Fickwood's last bit of stubbornness.
"The scale of this engineering team is too big..." The gunsmith covered his head and felt a headache. He sat opposite Lao Deng and followed the design blueprint to count the main points of the machine one by one. He also gradually understood the ultra-deep hole machinery.
Why is a power mechanism like the Lightning Star needed?
Just like a sandworm, when the insect is digging a hole, it does not need to deliberately adjust the muscles and joints on its body. As a living organism, the sandworm has a part of its self-healing function and can sense the movement status of each limb at all times. It has a complete nerve system.
Structure to control the behavior of drilling sand and making holes.
But machinery is different. Machinery requires a wealth of electrical sensing units, manual circuit design, and a variety of sensors to sense the overall status. Take the flight control system of an airplane as an example. The more sensors there are, the higher the level of integration.
The higher the flight control, the more likely it is to have problems.
However, the aircraft has to use this flight control system, because without it, if there is any problem with the wings or engines, the pilot may have to stick his head out of the cabin to discover these problems.
Lightning Star can solve most of the problems in control systems, such as electromechanical digital heat dissipation, power conduction, self-maintenance and damage control.
These fish-man warriors are all living people, intelligent living individuals who can understand Fickwood's verbal instructions. They have a firm sense of mission for the drilling industry and have strong execution ability. To this end, the fish-man hybrid clan
Three generations of descendants have been sacrificed. Going deeper to see Grandma—this task is like a pilgrimage. As long as it can be completed, this painful sacrificial ceremony will end, and all efforts will be in vain.
When they lose their human form and become part of the Diamond Ring, the madness index begins to rise.
Entering the dark and gloomy underground, your mind will slowly collapse. The working temperature will further increase, and the flesh and blood of the wet parts will begin to fuse, then the personality will gradually disintegrate. In this state, under the influence of Gaia's mother's spiritual pressure, it will be easier to change.
Becoming a butterfly, becoming part of the original seed.
This is also the reason why Penglai and Yingzhou lost control. Fickwood hopes to find a strong soul, a group of deviant flesh and blood, and a strong spirit that is unwilling to return the essence to the earth - such an individual can continue to maintain good working conditions.
, send this living machine deeper.
"I can help you." Although it was difficult, the gunsmith still took the job, "Fickwood, I can really help you."
Fickwood was not surprised at all. He was neither happy nor excited, nor had any emotion——
——He just kept apologizing.
"I'm sorry, gunsmith, I'm sorry..."
"My frontal lobe can no longer produce any emotion, and I have lost all judgment."
"There is only one voice, which urges me to complete my mission. Only by completing it can I become a free bird again."
Jiang Xueming only slept for an hour and forty-five minutes. The interrogation of Faye Frosalin was over. He still had many things to think about. The things he cared about the most were Billy Horn and Foianini.
Know whether these two apprentices can reach Taizhou safely.
But the most important thing right now is to meet Fickwood's conditions and let this powerful kidnapper release the hostages.
Kuai Dao's scouts are all elite soldiers. Their comrades helped the Nameless Ones complete the expedition. They should not simply die trapped in Mobius. 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." Fickwood pointed to the dust-free and sterile workshop outside the window, "There was also a butterfly who followed Judah back to Daoheng County."
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This blood eagle did not go crazy, but because of its strong will to survive, it maintained its ability to think and survived this spiritual disaster.
She is what Fickwood is looking for, the right girl who can be plugged into the power unit and used as the core of intelligence.
Gunsmith: "Have you considered that this is your last chance?"
"The power of my soul affects my thinking all the time." Fickwood talked about another thing and did not rush to respond to the gunsmith: "It tells me that fate cannot be resisted, and everything is arranged by God -
-I think so too, I can't fight it. Maybe man can defeat nature, maybe human beings can control their own destiny."
"But it's a pity..."
"Sorry, Gunsmith."
Fickwood Abbey whispered—
"——I am not a human being, I am no longer a human being."
"For the butterfly, she seems to have found a chance to become a human again."
"I believe this is a trial. After all, for this long journey, I have been walking for too long, swallowed too many flames of sin, and created a new life with the money and flesh and blood sent by Judas.
Countless monsters and deformities emerged.”
"The Holy Blood of Grace designed and improved by me has brought countless disasters. I have known it for a long time..."
"There is no chance of atonement for me, the chief culprit, and I cannot resist it."
Fickwood has this realization. Like Faye, his brain has lost the ability to "regret, shame and shame".
He just uses other brain areas to coordinate these words and say these words. As for his true feelings? It's very blue!
The abilities of [A Way Out·Shenglu] and [Regret Medicine] have many things in common. They also have amazing control power, can transform the main body's thoughts, and can in turn turn the main body into a flesh and blood machine that constantly rereads the power of the soul.
Most of the Wings of Light of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, including Concho Johnny, have falcon incarnations and possess the blessed holy blood. Their power comes from Judas and Fickwood. The holy blood elixir is originally the lightning star.
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In other words, Fickwood, as an accomplice of Judas, indirectly caused psychic disasters that killed at least millions of people - what do you want to say [God of Death]? Xueming cannot be ranked in front of this scumbag.
After all, elixir cannibalism does not require the use of knives or guns. The plague, disaster, famine and death it brings will create a series of chain reactions in various administrative regions in the form of war gangs. Going deep into the decision-making units of local governments, in each family
It takes root, corrupts people's minds, and infringes on people's thoughts.
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[Part2·Life Nursery]
Originally, Jiang Xueming didn't want to talk nonsense to Fickwood. Letting this old man breathe for one more second would be disrespectful to the victims.
However, in order to solve 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 execution procedure.
Gunsmith: "The incarnation butterfly you are talking about is the individual who can still maintain himself - what does she think about this matter?"
Fickwood: "The great lord and general of this land regard me as a god. The fish-man hybrids under their jurisdiction were raised by me myself. No matter what I say, they will listen and do it - without any complaints."
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Gunsmith: "Is this appropriate?"
Fickwood: "There is nothing appropriate or inappropriate. Hate education and value orientation are all leftover human schemes. Gunsmith, for these beast hybrids, I am their re-created parent, food, clothing and clothing."
Department, will you hate Aohun Mingde?"
Gunsmith: "Interesting statement."
"The Central Plains is full of hunger and death, and there is only pain and famine. Baibei Port has good weather and peace all year round. Occasionally, there is a military recruitment order, and it can be fooled with a few coins." Fickwood said with a smile: "Priest Judas gave me too much.
He can control people's thoughts, and through this kind of inequality and immoral comparison, make people feel that they are living in happiness. The source of happiness comes from the rulers and from us, Heavenly Father and Heavenly Mother."
"Murloc hybrids are born with strong bodies and longevity genes. My [life path] can change their lives so that these dignitaries and gentlemen will always remain in the camera and stay young forever."
"The outside world is too scary, and fear is the most powerful whip."
"Whoever I want them to hate, they must hate. They can make it up out of thin air. They can read stories from the Bible and turn your image into a demon and tell it to the children. You are the devil who rapes pregnant women, kills old people, and kills children.
As long as he gave money to those who stuttered or gave them some money on Sundays, Judas would always have 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 a more terrifying hell." Fickwood shook his head helplessly: "This is strange, isn't it?"
The gunsmith didn't answer.
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, and I start to be controlled by hallucinations. This is Judas' magic weapon."
"Take away the things that everyone has, then set a price, and resell them what belongs to them. This is the most powerful skill of the imam."
"For example, there is dopamine in your brain, and there are happiness factors in your brain."
"It has turned into various symbols, turned into money, turned into symbols, turned into data in the game, turned into numbers or illusory audio and video."
"It becomes a switch, but the button is in the hands of various companies - they control this part of desire, and you need to top up to buy it."
"Without it, people lose the ability to be happy. Their happiness factor has turned into meat tickets and been kidnapped by more powerful carnivores."
"Gunsmith, I can sit here and say this because I have several hostages - is that right?"
Jiang Xueming: "Not exactly."
"So back to the topic, you don't have to worry about the mental state of this incarnation butterfly. She has no personal will and has no concept at all." Fickwood explained patiently: "She grew up in the Lan Tao clan.
Just accept the education from Tiangongyuan."
"I made her who she is, not the life she freely chose."
"It was me who shaped her personality, not some strange world she saw when she opened her eyes and some shitty free will she awakened."
"If she is unwilling to help me with this matter and become the driving force of Abbot Xianzhou - her family will be humiliated."
"She will only feel that she is honoring her ancestors. She works hard without caring about her own life. She regards death as home. She will definitely devote all her efforts to complete this great cause."
"I am her savior. There is no doubt about it. It is an iron-clad fact."
Fickwood pursed his lips, a little nervous——
——When talking about these things, he could clearly feel that the temperature was gradually dropping.
"Without me, the Lan Tao clan would not have had access to 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 family's
support."
Jiang Xueming: "Go on, there is still a lot of time."
Fickwood paused for a moment and finally changed his mind. His rich brain folds burst out with amazing talent.
"I will find a way to let this warrior survive, at least..."
"She has overcome her hunger, has overcome the difficulties, and gained a little freedom from the control of the original seed."
"What are you going to do?" the gunsmith then asked.
Fickwood: "After the abbot's fairy boat is activated, I can still use [Escape] 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.
First, the way to survive can be to transform her and return her from the wetware state to a human body."
After explaining these things clearly, Jiang Xueming was still a little embarrassed.
This may be the closest he gets to the original seed after coming to the underground world.
John Borg's horror artist showed him a variety of flesh and blood flowers. This is the tragic end of Homo sapiens after direct contact with the original species.
In this completely unknown exploration process, one has to take huge risks and entrust his life to Fickwood's soul power. Once this old man goes crazy and rebels, Xueming will not be able to rely on his own strength to survive in the deep hole.
Escaped to the surface in an environment of more than 100 to 300 degrees Celsius.
The pressure of survival and the lives of his comrades were placed at both ends of the scale, and Xueming nodded in agreement without hesitation.
There's no other reason, he's always done this -
——Anonymous will not be afraid of challenges, and there is always a way to survive in desperate situations.
His students also inherited this stubborn personality. In the process of covering the safe evacuation of Jason Megan, the scout leader of the Dragoon team did not hesitate to take shortcuts. This is also a pattern——
Because the nameless leader will never give up on his comrades.
"I won't kill you for the time being, Fickwood." Jiang Xueming talked about another matter.
Fickwood nodded with gratitude: "After boarding the fairy boat, I will release the soldiers who stopped in Guangling one by one according to the drilling depth data."
Jiang Xueming: "Tell me the potential risks again."
"Three thousand meters below the ground is the second half. If the ultrasonic detection data is correct." Fickwood's eyes turned worried: "We will arrive at the [Garden of All Things], which is a nursery that breeds life. Compared with the original
The nerve cilia used to sense the outside world are much more complex."
Jiang Xueming: "Yeah."
"There are many more active and powerful life forms releasing electromagnetic pulse signals here." Fickwood continued: "Actually, this step is enough. I will send you back - accidents may happen."
"For example, we will see a softer and wider strange space. After drilling through the orange peel of Moho, according to the "Preface to the Heavenly Order", there are various angels around the life nursery of the Original Seed.
Waiting, they follow the [Garden of All Things], squirming and floating in this loose stratum.”
"If we encounter them before we reach the target formation..."
"For example, the angel of power in mythology, the third-level divine lion, and the various incarnation butterflies you have seen."
"Throne attendants, their apostles, are more like human angels, divine angels, and angels of authority."
"besides..."
Jiang Xueming interrupted——
"——No need for popular science."
Fickwood smiled awkwardly and explained hastily and cautiously.
"It seems...I rarely know Chinese people, and Judas Priest often mentions you."
Jiang Xueming: "What did he say?"
Fickwood closed the notebook and began to rummage through the notes.
Search the previous meeting minutes from the folder of the document bag.
"A disturbing and terrifying impression. It seems that the Chinese only know two skills, one is Kung Fu, which can kill monsters."
"It's a good thing the gunsmith only knows this, he's a psychic idiot."
Jiang Xueming: "What about another skill? What is it?"
"Maybe it's a voodoo spell..." Fickwood shrugged: "There are strange, skinny yellow people in the movies who start to chant curses, and all kinds of unfortunate things will happen."
Jiang Xueming: "This is a stereotype."
Fickwood: "Indeed..."
Jiang Xueming: "I can also do some magic."
Fickwood: "Would you like to hear the details?"
Jiang Xueming: "There were always rumors in the past that I was the incarnation of a night devil, but that's not the case - I can't scare children into tears. This is not my intention."
Fickwood: "Uh-huh."
"Then..." Jiang Xueming thought: "Until one day, a little sister came from Galahad and asked 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 shooting skills." The gunsmith didn't change at all, and Fickwood was startled.
"She is a very proud girl. She likes to spin the pistol and show off her fancy shooting skills. When she was in school, she did not do anything serious and would carve patterns on the sleeve under the 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 endlessly, chatting with Fickwood about household matters.
He didn't want to reveal other information to this monster. Whether it was recent events or stories about his comrades, these things must not fall into Fickwood's ears.
In order to pass the time, he tried to maintain a good attitude to deal with the final difficulties of Aizong Ling.
"I put heavy armor on her and fired thirteen bullets into her belly."
"As a result, she burst into tears and ran to the cabinet to complain."
"So BOSS said——"
"——She is a child!"
"This matter has spread, and I have been thinking about that night devil you are talking about..."
"That's probably what I'm talking about."
Originally Fickwood wanted to say some lines in praise of the God of Death——
——He has always regarded the gunsmith as the most sacred priest in life. After all, this is the answer [Shenglu] gave him.
The Immortal Boat is a place for sacrificial rituals. He wants to send himself as a sacrifice to the Garden of All Things and return it to the Nursery of Life. It is this priest who will complete this great ritual.
But the current image of the gunsmith seems to be slightly different from what he had in mind.