Fickwood still gestured with his thumb, and took out six more photos when the drilling depth reached [-500M].
He followed the same pattern, clapped his hands and recited the incantation to summon the true form of the soul, and the half body of the black and white vulture came out. It was the same as Fickwood. The bird-headed man had an old and solemn look everywhere, and the feathers had lost their oil and spread out, and seemed to be ready at any time.
It fell into a terrible situation and was on the verge of death. A layer of skin fell off its beak and mouth, which were covered with pitted black spots. Only the fur on its back and chest were brighter——
——It followed Fickwood's gesture and began to stir up the photos. In the whirlwind that was difficult to observe with the naked eye, some of the sharp-edged warriors returned to the real world.
Xueming responded to Fickwood this time. There was no elixir in his spacesuit, and there was no way to communicate directly with Fickwood in words. He gestured with his thumbs, indicating that he would continue to fulfill the agreement as usual.
A minute later, Abbot No. 3’s speed slowed down significantly——
"——This is the saddest level, we have arrived at the gate of hell." Fickwood tilted his head, and while observing the instrument, he hoped that the gunsmith could read some lips.
"At a depth of more than 1,200 meters, outside the 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 the temperature is slightly higher than the lava layer. Gunsmith, you
You have to be prepared at all times, it’s very close, very close.”
Fickwood emphasized——
"——Open this layer of eggshell, and Lightning Star will begin to have a mental breakdown. We have come to the neural network range of the Garden of All Things, and to the rich capillaries in the delivery room. Compared to the outer layer of nerve cilia, the guardian angel will be more powerful.
There are also more.”
The old man began to look dazed, and was also affected by the strong spiritual pressure. He no longer had time to chat with Xueming, and began to focus on checking the real-time status of the abbot's immortal boat.
Xueming unbuckled the safety belt of the PK-2 fixed seat. This five-point safety belt originally held him firmly next to the machine table. Now he has to enter a state of preparation for battle - if he continues to follow this huge machine
Shaking, he couldn't see anything clearly.
When he came to the narrow area on the side of the mechanical platform near the multimedia panel, the combat space left for him seemed to be less than six square meters. This unstable environment continued to become smaller. He could feel that the spiritual pressure was like a tide.
The cracks in various parts of the body are caused by the continuous squeeze from the biogel protective plate, from the feet and the top of the head.
The feeling it brings to Xueming is very strange. It is not as sweet and greasy as some incarnation butterfly of chaotic evil, smelly and rotten. It is completely different from the Vita brand.
The spiritual pressure emitted by the original seed is more like warm water - as if the soul is soaking in a pool at about 40 degrees Celsius. From time to time, a colder stream of water rushes into the mouth, nose and throat, bringing with it the peculiar salty taste of some inorganic salts.
It smells like egg whites about to undergo metamorphosis.
All kinds of things were trembling and trembling, following Abbot Xianzhou's sandworm bionic drill ring as it ran all the way. Its speed became slower and slower, and the friction and energy generated by the collision between the machine and the rock became stronger and stronger, faintly capable.
I saw the biogel in the guard began to emit high-temperature smoke. It was a dangerous working condition that far exceeded the operating temperature of the Lightning Star, approaching more than 400 degrees Celsius - at this temperature, any semiconductor component would begin to fail.
, steel is no longer reliable, the only thing that can be trusted is stone.
The originally dark purple muscles gradually began to glow. Following Fickwood's instructions, the mechanics located in each department of Abbot Xianzhou began to inject the fourth Magic Flute inhibitor blocker-it was a sub-gold solvent, full of
The special liquid of the essence enters the bodies of these lightning stars. On the one hand, it can suppress their Vita brand, and on the other hand, it can provide more fuel for these wetware engines.
Just like the Pied Piper in the historical legend, he can use a flute full of magical power to lead the mice to jump into the river to commit suicide to benefit the villagers. He can also use this flute to seduce children and lead them to disappear from the world.
The high-temperature and high-pressure environment caused the standby machine to make an unspeakably loud noise. Even with the space suit's sound insulation and heat insulation, Xueming could feel that the temperature was about to invade this bulky space armor, electromechanical counter and terracotta heat insulation shell.
The body had begun to show cracks, and they quickly spread throughout the room, as if everything was falling apart.
He was very energetic, but he still couldn't catch up with the sudden change!
More than twenty pieces of fireproof tiles used in sealed wall rooms collapsed from one side of the mechanical platform. These asbestos materials followed the turbulent airflow and rolled into the room from a weak link! They first hit the pipes of the first unit, and then passed through
It was refracted two or three times, bouncing around randomly in this small room.
Fragrance Huanmeng protected the body immediately, but Jiang Xueming was unscathed. His extraordinary survival instinct barely protected the life-saving armor, but looking at Fickwood...
Didn’t have time to take a closer look!
——Fragrant Fantasy had already sprinted forward and grabbed the little old man's arm. The huge force almost tore old Abby's shoulders and neck!
The powerful toe claws of the transformed butterfly just happened to land on the chair in front of the machine table. There was only a small chance that this beast could take away Fickwood's head.
It comes from the weakest link of the drill bit link buckle, like a patient hunter in the rock formation, carefully observing the direction of the drill bit from the outside, and from the sparks that emerge when the drill rig is working, from the gap between the guide chain and the connecting buckle.
Found this shortcut.
SD brought Fickwood, who was vomiting blood, back to Jiang Xueming.
A corner of Fickwood's helmet was broken, and the oxygen leaked from the shell. It was immediately affected by the terrifying temperature and turned into white water vapor.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He could no longer scream, his whole face was red, and he had a strange "youthful feeling". His skin began to swell and ulcerate, quickly invading the armor.
The terrible high temperature almost steamed him to death - he was not a fish-human hybrid and did not have such strong heat resistance.
Almost immediately, Xueming hugged the old man and ran towards the emergency life-saving box on the side of the machine platform 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 couldn't recognize the details of the butterfly body from a distance of twelve meters. But if he didn't move forward, Fickwood Abby would be dead.
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In a few seconds, the liquid in the old man's body will turn into steam, and the heat will rush into the main control center of the first unit through the breach, gradually filling the enclosed space - Fickwood will be cooked
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At the critical moment, the brave man once again took steps forward full of determination.
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 bright knives emitted a pure white light of nearly a thousand degrees. It instantly ignited the air. In this hot and manic environment of nearly 400 degrees Celsius, everything seemed to begin to melt. Everything seemed to be melting.
It's starting to twist.
It seems like time is slowing down, but in fact Jiang Xueming is getting faster and faster——
-He became faster.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hazy shape of the incarnate butterfly, and already determined that it was the lion of God, the third level of the original seed. The Blood Butterfly Bible quoted from the "Preface to the Heavenly Order", a monster that looks like half man and half beast, in
In the team structure of the Incarnate Butterfly, the beholder god De Angel acts as a scout to determine the location of the prey. Then the Incarnate Butterfly that hunts in a group will immediately dispatch the vanguard. The following third-level god lion half-beast monsters consume the prey's physical strength and quickly injure the prey.
fatigue.
——Process information faster.
The flesh body and the incarnation passed over the monster's shoulders, neck and torso at the same time, cutting along the thick texture and tender tendons at the same time. They moved in tandem, braking and starting like precision machines.
The Lion of God had just put his front feet firmly on the iron floor. He had no idea that Homo sapiens would take the initiative to attack. Xueming also did not expect that this bulky space suit did not slow down his pace.
It seemed that the narrow space made him extra cautious. After entering the Garden of All Things, his mind fell into a state of rage. The quality of this knife was surprisingly high - it entered from the belly button and abdominal muscle line, exited from the death door of the chest muscle, and cut open.
Open a piece of hot red liquid.
He followed Fenxiang Huanmeng's knife moves 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 is cutting corners and accelerating at full speed. It cuts a silky J-shaped line along the solid ribs, cuts the blood supply organ, and stops immediately when it cuts the fat main heart, and immediately changes the line of oil to exit the corner.
Expanding the wound, its end point is the throat of the Lion of God - the throat is constantly beating, and the twisted and deformed three-petal mouth is constantly shaking, and there is another secondary heart. That heart is for the brain of the butterfly.
Organs that supply blood.
A bright and bright "rose" spread out from the tip of Belloberg's knife! It burst into gold and red blazing fire, and the sub-gold substance and red morpho butterfly mixed with the sticky plasma and splashed out together!
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[Part2·Throne Forged in Blood]
Fickwood didn't even know what was happening - it was all happening too fast for him!
It's too fast! The god of death has taken away a life and the guards of the nursery of life.
Moreover, he still hugged this bad old man and tore open the vital parts of Incarnation Butterfly in such an understatement...
When he came to his senses, a stream of colorless and transparent hemostatic gel poured in from the crack in the helmet of the space suit. It could barely provide moisture and heat insulation, followed by the fragrant fantasy seam, which faced Fike.
Wood's tattered armor is stitched with tight stitches——
——The arms of this big steel cat are changeable. After finishing sewing, its arms transform into nozzles, blowing out hot and strong winds.
Jiang Xueming took out his gun and fired three consecutive shots at the entrance of the pit. The angel, who had just emerged, was about to crawl in, but his head had turned into a bloody flower before his wings could be folded. He casually threw a ball of broken glass to his good friend.
Fragrant Fantasy then compared them one by one to identify the luster and transparency of the material. She quickly used Belloberg as the heat source and used the flame blade of the nozzle to cut through the temporary patch of material, as if doing electric welding, and slowly welded it.
Glass blew back into the crack in Fickwood's helmet.
At the same time, while the big steel cat was working hard——
——The gunsmith is on a killing spree, and there are too many monsters and ghosts outside the drilling rig! Too many!
He couldn't get the slightest chance to pull, and there was only about eight meters of playing space in front and back at most. For these monsters with strong bodies, no pain, and extremely fast speed and explosive power, it was too easy to get close to the gunsmith! It was too easy!
If you put them all in together, there will be only one result - death.
The gunsmith had no intention of taking a step back. He had to persist for at least twenty-three seconds before the fragrant dream was completed.
In these short twenty-three seconds, Li Angel, who had squeezed in from the head, was shot and fell down. His torso was caught between the drill bit and the rock formation, and his lower body had been picked up and eaten by his companion——
——Another lucky person followed the blood trail and climbed into the cabin. The flexible multi-legged form allowed this cherubim to move on the ceiling. It wanted to get rid of gravity and go down to attack the enemy, taking advantage of its height.
But when the legs and feet covered with hair could not take the second step, Jingguang's ankles were hit to pieces by eight bullets——
——The angel wanted to bite the hole with both feet and get in completely.
The trigger was activated, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed from the ankle to the knee. Xueming had no intention of saving bullets. His eyes were fixed on this monstrous arachnid-like creature. When the limp damage was enough, he immediately stopped and changed the gun.
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jingguang's magazine flew to Fenxiang Huanmeng and hit it on the back of the head, and it took it into its mouth: "Don't rush it! Got it!"
Cherubim's movement was hindered, but there was good brother No. 3 waiting behind it. Its limbs suddenly squeezed into the cabin uncontrollably, and its fat heart hidden in six pairs of buttocks also popped out, like a full heart.
The fruit——
——Divana's thunder and fire made the angel tremble all over. His rich nervous tissue made him fall forward even when his body was incapacitated and died suddenly, and he still continued to attack with strong resentment.
After breaking through the weak point of this death door, the bullet will be like a sharp sword. The trajectory will move sideways along the sight. Pull the gun to divert the fire. At such a close distance, the gunsmith will not miss any bullets. Angel Angel
Just as he squeezed into the room, six of his twelve limbs were broken, and his body fell out of balance and expired.
The moment the trigger was pulled to the end and the firepower returned to zero, the gunsmith pulled out the thermally deformed sight, and when changing the magazine, he only found a handful of soft plastic!
The temperature is unacceptably high, the firearms are no longer reliable, and the engineering plastics have completely melted. The bullets in the carrying bag will explode immediately if inserted into the chamber of the gun!
He raised the knife again, intending to engage in hand-to-hand combat with these unrecognizable and vicious monsters.
The angel who came at the beginning was very aggressive, wielding a smooth and flexible bone chain soft whip, and asked Belloberg to chop it into four pieces! The whip blade was kicked back by the gunsmith! It shot through the angel who was just about to help.
Head!
One knife!
Two knives!
The angel's offensive methods were abolished, and the flesh and blood of the thick arm-like appendages flew out, and a good mouth with ring-shaped teeth opened from the big round head! It was about to eat the gunsmith alive!
Three swords!
It was so light that it couldn't catch up a few steps, and was blocked by its companions. It seemed that they had landed together. Looking around, they saw that their belly, shoulders and neck were close together, but their wings fell into the mouth of the Cherubim further behind!
Blood, blood everywhere—
——Only there was no gunsmith's blood, and he didn't even get a scratch.
Fickwood woke up completely and caught a glimpse of a red astronaut from the corner of his helmet.
That was the gunsmith. He had just "supported" another divine lion towards the entrance of the pit. His movements were extremely fast and his steps were natural, as if he was dancing. He was pulling his partner towards the wound on the machine's body, as if he was being guillotined and receiving a guillotine. He moved gently like this
, the angel’s head flew outside!
There was another change in an instant. The God of Death chopped off the angel's head, but the White God's sharp blade in his arms was always thinking about the pursuers behind him. He had no intention of turning back to determine the direction, and stabbed the Gospel Angel's belly with two knives -
These annoying little monsters screamed and could not escape the palm of death. They were used as effective weapons, like two bloody gourds. After their spines were broken, they could only struggle and smash themselves into the caves and run wildly outside the caves.
On the pursuers, there were also two bright flesh-and-blood flowers on the cave wall.
Fenfang Huanmeng hurriedly came to help, but she wasn’t here to kill enemies——
——It restored the bent steel bit by bit, lifted up the iron floor and plugged the hole, and Toberoberg worked as a welder, barely repairing the hole.
The gunsmith couldn't wipe off the blood stains on the helmet cover. He found the lock shaft of the second unit and lightly tapped the switch. However, without the authority of the mechanical station, he could not open the upper level cabin.
He and Fickwood showed thumbs up, and the meaning was self-evident——
"——Open the upper cabin. The main control needs to be cooled down. It's too hot here."
Fickwood was finally freed from panic and fear. The narrow road less than eight meters in front and back was almost filled with the blood and flesh of the transformed butterfly. Most of these limbs had lost the ability to move, and some were connected to the nerve center. Dark gold
Hue's bones were completely shattered, and there was no chance for him to resurrect and fight back.
But the bad news is that this part of the essence will infect the essence at the core of spiritual intelligence and begin to affect Lan Caiyun's mind!
The old man started working quickly, he was afraid that something would go wrong again——
——When everything was over, he looked back at the gunsmith.
The God of Death just returned to the PK-2 seat. The chair was stained red with blood. The man's fingers were trembling unnaturally. Although the amplitude was very small, he was probably suffering serious mental damage. The gloves of the space suit were also damaged.
Trembling along with it.
Fickwood's head was covered in cold sweat, and he thought to himself - that man still can't see anything. It seems that everything is accomplished by inspiration, incredible fighting skills, and strong fighting will. The soul power is still helping me get out of trouble.
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"It's...it's..." Fickwood stammered: "It's so beautiful."
What is Jiang Xueming thinking?
Along with these transformed butterflies, there was also a steady stream of sub-gold substances.
Since Fragrant Fantasy absorbed the sub-gold substance, it seems that it can sense their existence without eyes or ears.
——In this blood-red curtain, he saw an inner universe.