A scream of deflation came from the locking shaft of the second power unit.
The temperature was gradually lowering. Fickwood was busy and finally blocked most of the alarm signals. He rechecked the overall condition of the drilling rig. After doing all this, he first opened the pressure relief valve of the hood, exposing his rotten and swollen face.
in the air.
"As agreed! Gunsmith!"
He was afraid that the gunsmith wouldn't be able to understand him. He didn't have the elixir to serve as a sounding tube, and he couldn't read lips even with his patched hood——
"——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 work.
[A Way Out·Shenglu] let go of the last eight innocent and helpless passengers in the time gap. So far, all the soldiers of the Fast Knife Synthetic Brigade have returned to the real world.
For Fickwood, this was his last life-saving gold medal - at this point, the deal between him and the gunsmith was over.
Death can also tear up the armistice. This place is very close to hell, and it is also very close to heaven. You almost don’t need to take a taxi. You can find the nursery of life, the nursery of Mother Earth, and the source of life by walking a few steps outside.
Abbot Xianzhou gnawed down hard at a speed of six meters per second. It was approaching the design life, and the mechanical structure was about to reach its end.
From the hazy red mist, Jiang Xueming saw Fickwood's face clearly through the glass——
——This old man has almost turned into a "mud figure". The muscle protein attached to various parts of the skull has completely deteriorated, and this blood-receiving body can no longer squeeze out much vitality.
Now that Fickwood can be exposed to the air, it means that the temperature in the first unit has returned to normal.
Xueming pulled the oxygen meter at his waist. The pointer was affected by the abnormal air pressure in the underground environment and could no longer read normally. It was estimated that there was not much oxygen reserve left, so he simply took off the hood of his helmet to make it easier to talk.
"Aren't you afraid of the incarnate butterflies? Aren't you afraid of the traps they will poke out?" Jiang Xueming had just opened the hood, but instead of rushing to fully unlock it, he asked a few more questions.
Fickwood responded: "Not again, I'm sure."
Jiang Xueming: "How can we see it?"
Fickwood took the elixir from the neck loop of his spacesuit——
"——It's going to be unified."
The originally fleshy little bug now looked shriveled and thin. Xueming could hardly recognize it. It looked like a shriveled date, full of wrinkles - its dial dial had fallen off and it could not dial or send messages.
It can't be used as a POS machine for accounting. No more hard work, and finally death.
Its skin showed a strange and warm pink color, and bright red dry powder floated out from the cracked scars. These powders were flying in the air, and from time to time they gathered into groups, showing the eye patterns and scales of a Morpho butterfly.
The form collapsed and dissipated because of the call of the nursery of life and the existence of the garden of all things.
"The same goes for incarnation butterflies, these things have no spirit body or soul." Fickwood said with a smile: "They are not qualified to have [shape], we are different, our souls are firmly locked on the body, we bite
He won’t let go of the land’s fertilizer.”
Jiang Xueming looked at the CCTV monitoring area. Many electronic eyes were already paralyzed. There were several observation points outside the trepanation drill in the third unit of the drilling rig. Scattered monsters could be seen rushing over. Whenever these three or five
Groups of incarnation butterflies want to break through the carapace of the drill - as they approach the Garden of All Things, their bodies begin to disintegrate and turn into a ball of pure essence, which is then sent back to the body of the original seed by strong suction.
The depth of the formation increased little by little, and when it reached [-1130M], Xueming felt that it was getting cooler and cooler. Just like the formation environment of Niflheim, it seemed that the original species was doing its best to absorb geothermal heat and conserve energy.
Fickwood took off the last bit of his armor, wearing only a warm duck down jacket, and sat next to the machine table.
He has no elixir, and now he has to rely on the spiritual core and other members of the group to exert their subjective initiative - as the saying goes, he is resigned to fate.
"The oil pressure and temperature are very good..."
The little old man had a playful smile on his face, leaning on his knees with both hands, hunched over and staring at the dashboard.
"The speed is just right, just right, and the descent rate is back to normal."
"We have passed the hardest part, Gunsmith..."
"Thanks to you."
Jiang Xueming couldn't understand this. He didn't care about the crazy old man's scientific research, but he asked about what happened just now——
"—How long have I slept?"
Fickwood sighed: "It's only been more than two minutes. You seem to be very tired. I really don't know how you did it. The dean has been unlucky for eight lifetimes when he encountered a evil star like you.
There is no opponent who can match you."
"Only two minutes?" Jiang Xueming felt puzzled. After the surprise battle with the Incarnate Butterfly, he lost part of his consciousness and froze in his seat. When he woke up, he realized that he had fallen into a comatose state, but now he was mentally
Health is nothing like sleeping for only two minutes. And another important point is that he cannot control his sleeping behavior and has lost this ability.
"It's very close to your mother, so it's normal for you to feel sleepy." Fickwood explained: "In this place, anything can happen. If you think about it, maybe your body will change."
Saying this, the old man gently stroked the rotten flesh on his face——
"——I feel like I am gradually gaining strength."
"The temperature is getting lower and cooler. It's getting cooler."
As his fingers stroked these scars, a pair of invisible and intangible "hands" were gradually kneading and squeezing the rotten flesh on his face.
The rotten white masseter muscles have regained the color of blood, and the skin is squirming. They are gradually re-biting, forming a younger face.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Jiang Xueming couldn't help but become vigilant - this is not the power of the blood-granting monster! It is definitely not the ability to heal at a super speed!
There seems to be another mystery to Fickwood's "wishful thinking". At this depth of the formation, can the thoughts of intelligent creatures affect the physical body?!
In fact, this was the case. The old man became slightly younger. Relying on this power, he healed his face. The vitreous body that had been tortured by high-temperature steam gradually became brighter. His qi and blood became strong and he regained some vitality.
"Gunsmith, do you want to give it a try too?"
Jiang Xueming hesitated: "How did you do it?"
"Relying on the subconscious mind." Fickwood said with a smile: "I have been thinking, always thinking, if I could be younger, have more time, more opportunities, more money, manpower and material resources - just
If you think about it this way, they will never come to me."
"But here, near the nursery of life, at least there will be no shortage of [life]."
"That's how the panacea comes -"
"——We take the essence of Mother Earth and the fertilizer of the earth to create the physical body of Guangyintian."
"It transforms us, it nourishes us, it destroys us."
"As long as your body is intact, healthy and strong in your subconscious mind, then the Garden of All Things will respond to you."
"When I was still a homo sapiens, I also tasted the taste of panacea."
Fickwood's eyes were full of longing and hope——
"——I have almost forgotten its taste. This blood-imparted body cannot taste any elixir. It is extremely poisonous to me. It will only cure the insect nest brought by the holy blood of grace and turn me into a new person.
Become an arakkoa monster."
"All substances in the world must abide by the law of conservation, but Panacea has no intention of abiding by this rule."
"I was just thinking, I was thinking - will it overdraw my life?"
Fickwood closed his eyes and carefully smelled the sweet smell in the air. The Nursery of Life was almost within reach——
"——The result is not like this. The increase in human metabolism does not seem to have any toxic side effects and will not cause people to age prematurely."
"After seeing the underground ecology created by Aohun Mingde, I have also met many centenarians. With the help of panacea, they look no more than sixty or seventy years old. Except for some chronic diseases caused by living habits,
It's not even a disease - it's just a sub-healthy state. Other than that, these people are no different from the long-lived old people in the surface world."
"Then the theory of metaphysics still holds true. The things I have worked hard to figure out for most of my life don't seem to be that important."
"So I wanted to dig deeper and prove one thing, 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."
"I had another chance four years ago, but my cult fell under your butcher's knife."
Jiang Xueming responded awkwardly: "To be honest, I can't remember this clearly."
Fickwood laughed heartily: "Hahahahahaha!"
At this time, he seemed to have looked away, let go, and didn't care about anything anymore. There was only freedom and ease in his smile.
"It's very natural, Gunsmith - when a predator kills its prey, it can't remember what it has eaten. What is the name of the prey? What is 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. Judging from the current situation, it is still a bit difficult to climb back from this depth. If [A Way Out·生路] can give him a ride, that would be great.
thing.
"Would you like to walk a little further down with me?" Fickwood asked.
Jiang Xueming is still the down-to-earth person: "You mean, I can go back now, right? Nothing happens to me? I've finished fighting the monsters, can I leave?"
"Of course!" Fickwood spread his hands, "If you want to leave, please take off your spacesuit. I need to take a photo of you. It must be clear and fully developed, so [A Way Out·生路]
I can send you back to the last studio."
Xueming immediately began to take off his armor. At this moment, Fickwood murmured——
"——Gunsmith, have you heard the Mother Goose nursery rhyme?"
Xueming responded casually: "No."
Fickwood: "There is a song called "London bridge is falling down·London Bridge is falling down" - you should have heard it."
Xueming: "My wife has heard it and often sings it to the baby."
Fickwood: "The era in which I was born was also the era in which he was born."
Xueming: "Does it have any profound meaning?"
"No..." Fickwood sighed: "Just chatting. In 50 AD, this small bridge was built across the Thames River."
Xueming: "Then your body can also go to the British Empire Museum. A false tooth is priceless."
"Hahahahaha!" Fickwood laughed: "Gunsmith! I like your sense of humor!"
After a while, Fickwood continued to talk about the children's song——
"——Five years later, the bridge collapsed because of the war."
"——Thousands of years later, the bridge collapsed again, again because of the war."
"The Viking kings demolished it to isolate the north and south banks of the Thames."
"With the Industrial Revolution, we have reached an era where capitalism determines how the world should run."
"It was sold to Arizona, to a real estate owner."
"Everything revolves around the land, around blood, around cannibalism, creation and destruction. It keeps going in circles, and keeps going in circles."
"From birth until death -"
"—Gunsmith! Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"
Fickwood's breathing began to become rapid, and a ball of red mist flew out of his mouth.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just like the Incarnate Butterfly, as a blood-giving monster, he will also suffer the curse of the Nursery of Life and will gradually return to his original state.
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[Part2·Sweet Death]
Suddenly, the drilling rig "stopped" for a moment!
Formation depth data is advancing by leaps and bounds——
——It was not until [-1877M] that the growth rate 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 reconnaissance instruments and all electronic eyes were paralyzed, and were destroyed by the powerful geomagnetism the moment they entered the eggshell.
As the core of spiritual intelligence, the fish-man sister Caiyun has persisted to this point, but her colleagues can no longer persist.
A series of blasting sounds came from above, but there was no certainty as to who was going first and who was last - Abbot Xianzhou was at the end of his battle.
"That doesn't sound right." The gunsmith looked up.
"When Lightning Star comes here, he also wants to accept the call of the Garden of All Things." Fickwood was spitting red smoke from his mouth as he spoke: "It's time to say goodbye! Gunsmith!"
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Unit 16 was the first to be paralyzed. Lightning Star's body turned into a ball of red smoke, and countless butterflies flew away from the machine——
——Tianji Star Officer didn’t have time to inform his brothers, he pressed the release button earlier, and the moment the lock shaft was completely opened, he saw the outside world.
From the iron cell, there is almost no light, and you walk down through the dark and rugged cave.
But in fact, the outside world 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, a terrifying note of mechanical bodies squeezing and deforming came from behind.
He saw it all clearly, he saw it all.
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Arriving 2,700 meters deep into the ground, the most reliable Tianxuan star officer who had been following Fickwood was about to leave.
The second power unit is gradually disintegrating - originally used as a filler, as a lubricant and protective material for the organism, the biological gel in the drill is also gradually decomposing. Any corpse without a soul or a substance without psychic energy is in this strange state.
Under the influence of spiritual pressure, drastic changes occurred.
The electromechanical system has been completely paralyzed. Tianxuan Star Officer unlocked the link lock of the first unit. After completing the airtight isolation work, it turned into a dull clang above the head - it will stay in [-2870M] forever, maybe many
Years from now, explorers searching for "ancient civilization" will also discover these relics.
"Are you ready?" Fickwood raised the Polaroid. This camera was also in extremely unstable shape. Many of its rubber parts had begun to melt, as had the photo paper.
Before Jiang Xueming could answer, Fickwood added a condition.
"You can't take anything back with you except the clothes from the last photo, Gunsmith."
"So I'm asking you to tell others, tell others, and write this in your mission report."
"We came here, we can come here."
"We have the ability to get here."
Xueming nodded.
"Kacha!——"
When the shutter falls, Death is sitting opposite Fickwood, the same scene as the previous photo, and the same scene as his death notice.
The gunsmith quickly turned into a shadow, and at this moment, the drill bit gradually stopped spinning.
Fickwood hurriedly changed the dressing bag and stuffed the photo into it. He didn't have time to wait for the gunsmith's photo to be fully developed. He had no time left. To fulfill his agreement, he had to send Lan Caiyun back.
He became younger and stronger, and the flesh and blood on his body gradually piled up. He changed from a skinny and bones state back to a young man - he felt that his spiritual power was becoming more and more powerful, and his spiritual power reserve had matched the
The original seeds are closely connected.
He quickly clicked the shutter a second time, and the moment the drilling rig completely stopped working, the spiritual core inside Merkaba's sacred cube quickly dissipated - the fish-man girl turned into a bolt of lightning and ran towards the ground.
He did not rush to take pictures of himself, but sat next to the mechanical table.
He came and went so many times, and from the beginning to the end, he never walked out of the cave. He could only see the shadow cast by the flames in the cave.
He did not have the courage to face death. Once he really looked into the eyes of the original seed, it would be the end of death and no life - but if you don't look at it, how can you say you have truly seen it?
Now the God of Death is holding a sickle and driving him out of the cave. This is his last chance.
"What a crazy thing..."
"Gunsmith! Gunsmith!"
Fickwood's intelligence gradually disintegrated, and when the depth of the formation reached [-3100M], he began to talk nonsense——
——There are many voices! Many, many voices! Countless souls are watching him!
There was a strange rustling sound coming from the drill bit. It did not stop and lost the guidance of its spiritual core. The machine seemed to be still working due to its huge inertia. What was the environment outside? Fickwood guessed, maybe it was like
A sticky gel? Or loose, soft gravel? Like egg liquid...
The next second, Fickwood got the answer.
The drill bit also begins to fester and disintegrate. Even diamonds and steel will turn into pure essence when they reach this depth.
They turned into a brilliant golden translucent substance and turned into extremely fluid plasma. They were constantly twisting and changing shapes. Fickwood was thrown into a bright "sky". He was separated.
He couldn't tell up, down, left, and right, nor could he tell the difference between heaven and earth. His body was spinning rapidly, and streams of thick red smoke continued to come out of his mouth and nose—these were the remnants of the holy blood branded by Vita, the blood in his stomach.
The insect nest gradually returns to unity.
There is light everywhere, and they are all colorful nebula-like light curtains. Where they are more intense and dazzling, there are countless huge limbs. These limbs are changing shape all the time. They are like molten metal.
Some of the magmatic rocks are like gummy jelly, while others are distributed in various directions like tree-like veins.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Fickwood finally stopped spinning. He lost gravity. He only felt that his lungs were filled with a strange warm current, but he did not suffocate.
He gestured with his thumbs, trying to find a reference object to clearly see the distance and distinguish the sizes of these things. He still wanted to measure his mother, know her, and feel her.
He raised his hand, only to find that the young and powerful body was dissipating. The nails and skin slowly turned into a trickle shape, and even seven or eight fingers grew out. Some thin granulations could also be seen, like delicate
Hair is constantly moving on the skin and will start to grow when it finds the right location.
They were between liquefied and atomized states, and they did not leave this naked body immediately - yes, the moment he fell out of the abbot's fairy boat, the clothes on his body had long since returned to the same state, whether they were duck down or chemical fiber materials,
They have all become the most basic elements and become part of Mother Earth.
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 were more like pure blocks of color, pure.
of light.
Wanting to summon the soul power, the moment Fickwood shouted [A Way Out·生路], the arm part corresponding to the spirit body completely disappeared! The moment the soul left this body, he had to accept the death penalty!
"Gunsmith..."
"Gunsmith..."
Fickwood cried, wishing that someone could be with him, he was so lonely——
——The tears flowed upward, rolling in this chaotic ocean, and gradually turned into crystal clear powder.
"What an incredible miracle!"
"The deviant and selfish flesh and blood gene! How crazy it is!"
"Life! Life! Life!"
"It exists!"
A cross-shaped scar split from the forehead, and it expanded rapidly, like the holy mark left by the crucifixion of Jesus——
——Fickwood's aura is rapidly disappearing, and his hypothalamus consciousness center is exposed to this ocean, contacting and merging with the matter of the Garden of All Things.
The first truly unified saint was born, but he did not recite scriptures or believe in religion.
Like a ball of fireworks——
——In the nursery of life, it becomes the foam of the sea.