Abyss Express

Chapter 411 EP.2 [Ecstatic Broken Blade·Smiling Remnant Front]

Lifting the crucible from the induction furnace, Fragrant Huanmeng carefully poured the molten iron into the casting mold. The high-speed troop carrier bumped up from time to time. Once the molten iron in the casting began to roll, there were bubbles in the ore, and the cast was also a defective product.

After the big steel cat finished the rough processing, the cooled sword embryo came to Xueming's side, and only the extremely simple polishing work remained. After several hours of driving, more than 130 small swords had been piled up in the carriage.

The shapes of these small swords don’t seem to be anything special, most of them are Qing swords, only two fingers wide, but seventeen centimeters long—Xue Ming finds it hard to understand Brother Ping’s request, the Taoist priest asked him to forge swords, but What are these short swords for?

Its hilt can only be picked up with the thumb, and the sword embryo has not been quenched. It is used as a knife, and its hardness is not up to standard. It is more like a cultural craft.

Pingan and Xueming have instructed that as long as the sword-shaped spine and hilt are ground, you don’t need to care about the quality of the iron sand. The voltage of the induction furnace has been set in advance, and there is no quenching liquid, so don’t quench it, let it keep decarburization state.

If this is a tool for killing an enemy, the moment it cuts into the bone, it will shatter and curl the blade.

Before casting the sword, Xue Ming specially inspected the raw materials in the ammunition box. These iron sands contain many impurities, and it is no exaggeration to describe them as "hundreds of mines".

Fenfang Huanmeng could recognize the most basic iron, nickel, aluminum, and copper, and Xueming took a closer look, and the bright silver particles covered with dust seemed to be rich in the platinum family. After a few tinkerings inside, fine sand of yellow, black, red and white came out. Without professional inspection tools, he had no idea what these minerals were.

Ping An just waved his hand, telling Xue Ming to forge the sword boldly.

If it wasn't for Luo Ping'an's certified VIP at the station, in normal times, Xue Ming would go crazy on the spot if this kind of dining operation was done by the apprentices in the workshop.

Different elements have different melting points, it is impossible to smelt all in one pot, and this is not a soup.

Although most metal ores in nature are no match for the high temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius, different elements will react with each other in the crucible. Maybe the iron ore that is not afraid of fire has just started to melt, and the aluminum ore that is not resistant to fire has already turned into black smoke Turned into froth.

Two golden broken rulers were cut into 14 equal parts, and melted with these iron sands to form a thick slurry. After Xue Ming finished casting these more than 130 swords, he was already sweating and exhausted.

But the result was good. These minerals with unknown composition were cast and polished, and finally had the shape of a sword. Perhaps it is the special spiritual power of the boss's bones that allows these strange alloys to fuse together tightly and evenly.

Brother Ping’an didn’t even prepare a pottery stick for stirring. The way to make iron is to throw it in and burn it. Once the temperature is up, the material will melt and show a wonderful vortex state, as if there is an invisible magnet rotating at the bottom of the crucible——Snow Ming has read a lot of documents in the secret library, but has never seen such an outrageous flux.

Xueming picked out two small swords with the worst quality from the finished products, and handed them to Brother Pingan.

"Mr. Ping'an, you inspect the goods."

Luo Pingan took a look, and immediately became refreshed, and the fatigue of driving for several hours was swept away.

He held the small sword shaped like Wenwan flat with one finger, and the center of gravity happened to be in the middle.

Xueming asked nervously: "Brother Pingan, I don't know what you want to use these short swords for, so I took the furnace with the most impurities as a sample. If you are not satisfied with these two swords, I can find the problem immediately. Immediately refurbish and recast."

"It's already very good." Ping An compared the spines of the two swords, Ao Han Mingde's bones have been completely fused with the material, "Exceeded expectations."

Xue Ming then asked: "What are you going to do with them? I don't quite understand."

Luo Ping'an didn't answer right away, he held the steering wheel with his right arm, and the iron incarnation of Hunwei Spirit held two small swords in his left hand, and stabbed two red dots on his right arm.

A little bit of bright red blood emerged from the skin, and was immediately absorbed by the blade, and the blade that was originally shining with platinum and silver light also began to change——Ao Hen Ming De's bones were like thousands of stars, bursting out with powerful force. psionic.

These two small iron swords made a low buzzing sound, very similar to the sound of a high-voltage electrical cabinet running at full capacity, from low-frequency low-frequency to high-frequency high-pitched, and finally turned into a loud flute sound.

The small swords fluttered along with Ping'an's empty hand gesture, trembling violently at first, until the blue starlight completely covered the blades, and they floated quietly in Mr. Ping'an's palm.

Xue Ming looked at all this in surprise, it was beyond his understanding of psionic power.

In Hohenheim's ternary quality theory, the soul needs a fulcrum, and spiritual energy also needs a material foundation to support it.

Like the psychic technology of Shendao City, every supernatural power has a complicated and bloated material foundation, and it is the mighty power of all beings. The gods have powerful spirit bodies, which can change the weather, change the material form, change the air pressure and sound waves, and change the thinking of the brain. The power of time - all of this requires the support of the essence of the holy beast, and the correct answer can only be found after continuous trial and error through cloning.

No matter what you say about these small swords, they can only be regarded as mineral materials in nature, even if they are added with the bone meal of the boss - they cannot be regarded as Luo Ping'an's essence, nor can they be used flexibly like limbs.

But just now, in Xue Ming's eyes—Brother Ping'an just dripped a little blood on the two swords, and he was able to turn them into new "limbs"?

"Are you hanging up?!" Xue Ming couldn't hold back for a while, and directly said what was in his heart.

Luo Ping'an replied seriously: "It's a long story. We have limited time. Let's talk another day? Give me the remaining swords."

"Okay" Xue Ming didn't intend to get to the bottom of it, there was still a six-kilometer drive away from Guandong, and he had to go into the Howling Ridge Tunnel in half an hour, so he had to think about how to get through this hurdle.

He sent a large box of "magic weapons" to Luo Ping'an's side, and then began to stab Brother Ping'an's arm - he did the same thing, and stopped immediately after each small sword was stained with a blood drop.

Until there was a pockmark on Brother Ping'an's arm, Xue Ming couldn't understand it more and more.

These magic weapons became lighter immediately after being stained with blood. At first they were wobbly in his hands, but within a few seconds, the sharp flute sounded, as if an invisible person had pulled the flute from his hand. The sword was taken away, and the magic weapon floated by Ping An's side, and in the blink of an eye, he obediently lay back on the platform of the personnel carrier, lined up with other friends.

Seeing that the blood on Brother Ping'an's right arm is getting less and less bloody, the arm was originally like a white jade, and it was a woman's hand with five slender fingers. About 200 milliliters of blood was put in it. Visibly old.

Xueming speculated in his heart that perhaps the secret was in this arm. This VIP used pyroxene as a spiritual stone to cultivate his incarnation outside his birth. He was also an immortal species. His understanding of psychic power was different from that of the academicians in the secret library. normal.

Seeing the vehicles drive into the city, the giant tower in the distance illuminates the beach. The city has entered a state of emergency without the patron saint.

"Get ready." Luo Ping'an drove the car onto the intercity expressway, and was about to enter the vicinity of Shiqiu Town.

Jiang Xueming: "Should we still go through the Howling Ridge tunnel?"

Luo Ping'an: "I want to cross mountains and cross country, not tunnels."

Jiang Xueming: "Why?"

Luo Ping'an pointed to Howling Wind Ridge outside the co-pilot's window. The railway on the side of the winding mountain road was 700 meters away, and it had to go around several large circles.

"I can hear, I can see—the monsters of the subterranean won't let us go so easily."

"My soul power attribute is related to [the earth]. The shape of the spirit body is like a handful of loess. What happened underground, what souls are hidden, I can more or less feel—"

"——The Raoshizi Mountain God has already started to get angry. If we go through the Howling Ridge Tunnel again, it will be equivalent to entering someone's stomach. As long as it turns over, the mountain of several million tons can crush us to death."

Before the words fell, the vehicle crashed out of the isolation zone and drove into the rocky field.

The layers of mineral veins have been extruded by geological movements, and have become horrible ravines. The corners of these ravines reveal the multi-ribbon oxide layer of pyrite, which emits a dazzling luster under the illumination of the car lights.

The stone beams lined up like blades are like monuments built by super-ancient civilizations, but all of this is the uncanny workmanship of nature. When the Pacific plate moves, brittle and hard rocks are crushed into finer gravel dust, Along with the tide and monsoon, they are stacked in the cracks of the more flexible metal mines.

The rare gold on the surface of the earth is everywhere here. These soft and precious objects are the first to pierce the surface during the geological movement, collide with each other, and become tall and elongated. waves".

If there is a mountain of knives in hell, then the mountain of knives probably looks like this.

The tires of the personnel carrier were overwhelmed, and they climbed through the intricate winding mountains of Howling Ridge. After 1,200 meters, the tires failed, and the wheels began to scrape against the road, sending out more violent sparks.

Brother Hei hugged the co-pilot's headrest nervously, his eyes widened, fearing that his death would be unknown.

Xue Ming sweated a little, saw that the VENOM organ on his right arm was still functioning, and didn't know how to take it out of his body.

After bypassing two osmium rock blocks that looked like sharp knives, the vehicle rushed up the low slope and climbed to the top of Howling Ridge. There were still more than 6,000 meters of cliffs and wild roads ahead.

At this moment, the eyes suddenly opened up, and the sky and the earth gradually became clear.

Looking down from the southwest side of the mountain, the town of Stone Hill is located in a "broken bowl". It nourishes the plants and nourishes the people of Kanto.

On the northeast side is the desolate wasteland. There are four craters standing quietly in the distance. The nearest one is the main body of the Howling Ridge Tunnel.

The ground began to tremble slightly, and more and more rocks fell from the mountain. The personnel carrier has sparks and lightning all the way, and the wheels are also red and deformed. It has to run this dead end.

Xue Ming tried his best to stabilize his body in the carriage, while Brother Hei was knocked dizzy, following the ups and downs of the carriage, he volleyed into the air, and then fell heavily to the floor. It still stretched its body tightly to prevent the unconscious Meteor on its back from getting more serious injuries.

Luo Pingan shouted loudly.

"Did you see it? The head of the Anonymous family!"

In the observation window of the carriage, at the entrance railway from the frontline stronghold to the Howling Ridge Tunnel, you can see the whole picture at the top of the mountain at this time.

Xue Ming's pupils shrunk slightly, his scalp felt numb all of a sudden, and his heart felt cold——

——The mountains are slowly creeping.

In his eyes, the exposed cliffs shone with bright red light spots, and those golden-red lights like magma were like millions of eyes, squeezing each other, twisting each other, and entangled in the depths of the dark abyss , and was blown away by the strong wind of the mountain stream.

what is that?

Is it the mountain god of Howling Ridge?

It has invaded the underground mineral veins at the entrance and exit of the tunnel, those bright red tentacles are like the bristles of Pompeii worms, and Xue Ming took out a high-magnification telescope from the carrying bag, wanting to take a closer look——

——The personnel carrier was too bumpy, it was difficult for his eyes to focus on the optical equipment, but the flashing picture made him lose his mind, and his already extremely bad mental state was even worse.

Thick golden-red buds flashed through the telescope. According to the scale of the magnifying glass, they were almost 20 meters thick and nearly 100 meters long. Countless horny scales are densely distributed on these branch buds, like bright red crystals. A cursory look at those golden things is the powerful electric current passing between the horny scales.

Its size is too large. Counting from the deep mountain abyss, what Xue Ming can see is estimated to be more than 4,000 meters high. As for the part hidden in the mineral veins and mantle electrolyte, there is no way to observe it. up.

It's not so much a consecrated beast, a Pompeii worm blessed by Mother Earth - it's more like it was caught by Mother Earth and turned into part of the iron-nickel core.

The scale structure of these worm bristles is like millions of windows, and the crystal stone made of bright red volcanic rock is like a coffin, where you can see all kinds of human virtual images, like the coffin that stores the soul.

Xueming finally understands why Elysium Space has such powerful software resources——

——Whether it is the artificial flesh and blood of Yihu or the servo body, their hardware devices are all made of holy beasts, and they are bridged with Mother Earth.

In the end, the Foehn Division still failed to defeat the Crazy Butterfly, in this way [return to one].

Luo Pingan: "See?"

Xueming's face was covered with cold sweat, and he nodded dully, "Yeah."

Luo Ping'an: "It's the last section of the road, let's bypass it."

The tremors of the ground became more and more intense, the motor of the vehicle began to scream, and half of the eight shock absorbing arms were scrapped. It was difficult to go up the mountain, and even harder to go down the mountain.

They found a relatively gentle slope around the southwestern side of Howling Ridge, and drove back along the road full of gold and iron clusters. When they were about to rush back to the railway range, Luo Pingan suddenly grabbed Xue Ming.

"Close your eyes!"

Xueming immediately followed suit, preparing to cover Brother Hei's eyes as well.

The terrain went down, and the cliff next to the driver's seat suddenly lit up!

But at a distance of six meters, the cliff wall of obsidian volcanic rock turned blood red, and the mental pressure almost squeezed Xue Ming into a ball of flesh in an instant.

He felt that the pores of his body were completely closed, and his lungs seemed to be pressed by a heavy stone. Even though he closed his eyes, he could still see the blood red color through the thin layer of eyelids.

Brother Hei screamed miserably, the wolf dog suffered a serious mental attack, and the car was filled with the stench of dog urine.

Luo Pingan stared angrily at the wall——

——It is a hair of a holy beast. If it is regarded as the hardware servo of the Ultimate Bliss Space, there are nearly two thousand people from Shinto City living in it.

This is the only way to the railway, and it is the safest choice to climb the mountain and return to the official road of the Nine Realms.

"return!"

"return!"

"return!"

A chaotic and frenzied blast of psionic energy erupted from the scales—

—as in the rumble of undulating rockbursts in the Howling Ridge tunnels.

Listening to it now, the ups and downs of thousands of people's mournful whispers can almost destroy the minds of ordinary people in an instant.

Meteor and Brother Hei were affected, their capillaries burst open, and blood flowed from their mouths and noses.

"The essence of things is created by words, the nothingness is transformed by words, the inaction is moralized by words, and the morality is transformed by benevolence"

Xue Ming was also in a daze, and when he woke up from his confusion, he heard Luo Pingan speak the words very quickly and sing clearly the introduction——

——He saw that brother Ping'an's spiritual body was becoming more and more blurred, and even his arms were turning into mud and powder.

"Everything is changing all the time."

"An ordinary tree has no roots, but has thoughts. The heart is like a dream, and the floating world is three thousand."

"It's intoxicating, it's hard to tell whether it's true or false."

"The edge of high and low is not divided into near and far. If you look at it comprehensively, gain and loss are like sleep."

"Nothing is born, nothing is born, nothing is moving, black and white, yin and yang are natural."

The flute sounded, and there was no one in the driver's seat, as if his spiritual energy had been exhausted, and Luo Ping'an's avatar had completely dissipated.

The personnel carrier rushed down the mountain, and a clear and cold sword light burst out from the carriage!

"A tree without roots, the flowers are tender, and the sky responds to the stars and the earth responds to the tide."

"Slaying the dragon sword, binding the tiger's sash, and revolving the heavenly gang."

"Exercise a furnace of real sun and moon, and sweep away 3,600 pieces."

"Bu Yunxiao, Ren Xiaoyao, the sins and mortal dust will be wiped away."

The melodious sound, like a high-speed oracle, is getting farther and farther away.

One hundred and thirty-three petite sharp blades jumped into the deep valley——

——They are like miniature fighter planes, like dexterous chicks, they first rushed to the sky close to the dome and made a big loop.

Accelerated by natural gravity, the moment the sound barrier was broken, the sword blades that were densely packed like raindrops blasted out continuous strong sounds.

The iron rain smashed into the horny scales, and the volcanic rocks that spilled out immediately turned into black dust, and the sky and the earth roared. The little broken car staggered and rolled all the way with Xue Ming and Meteor, and finally stopped when it landed on the mountain road.

The miserable and stern "Come back" came to an abrupt end amidst the clear and crisp sound of swords, as if they had been slapped cleanly, and they didn't dare to babble anymore.

Xueming climbed out of the carriage, and saw Brother Hei resting on the side of the railway, covered in injuries.

He only felt a sharp pain in his arm. The VENOM organ lost the blessing of Shinto City, and turned into a gray stone, which was reduced to powder in a short while. on the ground. The VENOM organization that the Ferret Squad submitted to the Nine Realms before also looked scrapped.

After a long time, before the black mist dissipated, Xue Ming stopped the bleeding from the wound, and then he calmed down a little - they had already left the scope of Shinto City and were already safe.

On the other side of the mountain range, in the dark abyss, the Pompeii worms that make up the Howling Ridge are still slowly wriggling, and thousands of golden-red eyes are shining in the dark fog, just like the primordial species. current activity.

In the frontline stronghold, Luo Ping'an immediately gave orders to Wu Lan Rongxi, the head of Guangling Zhixi.

"Go get the man back."

After saying this, he fell headlong on the table and fell asleep immediately.

The movement of the head hitting the table was so loud that the soldiers were so frightened that they dared not speak.