Abyss Express

The Second Acropolis of Constantinople is the farthest defensive facility from the mountain station.

It seems inappropriate to describe it as a city. Two natural ecological reserves have been established here, with two ultra-ancient city walls as the main buildings. The two city walls stretch for more than 400 kilometers. Scholars from the Secret Library based on the According to cuneiform textual research, this place once belonged to another ancient civilization - the Sumerian civilization.

These ancient walls stand at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, an ocean beneath the ocean, an abyss beneath the abyss.

"It can be inferred from the biographies of ancient kings recorded in cuneiform writing and a series of heroic legends that these walls were used to fight against the crazy beasts infected with the brand of Vita."

"This is my hometown, War King."

Outside the car window are the endless broken mountains, with bridges connecting various settlements. Human civilization is blooming everywhere here.

Sitting in the car window is a young lady with brown skin and white hair. She has just closed Google Translate. She is wearing a rough linen robe. In the robe is a Morpho butterfly suit. The LOGO on the helmet represents Sumer. Inanna, the mythical moon goddess, is depicted as a goddess riding a lion and holding a whip.

"The earliest tools in the world were stones and sticks, and then ropes. They turned into slingshots and arrows in human hands. From then on, we climbed to the throne of the apex predator."

This lady was sitting at the table opposite the King of War, looking out the window at the thousands of blade mountains and the densely packed suspension bridges between the blade mountains. Without these bridges, people in Constantinople would not be able to leave their hometown, and people from outside would not be able to enter. There is more than 700 kilometers of uninhabited land in the middle, and the complex and steep terrain is difficult to cross manually.

"long time no see."

The lady extended her hand towards the War King, a friendly greeting when they reunited after a long separation.

Glory looked confused: "I'm sorry. I don't have a good memory. Dare I ask you?"

To be honest, she couldn't remember the VIP's name——

——She helped many people during the war. The names of these foreigners were difficult to remember, especially those from small languages, Africans or Semites in the Middle East. Their names were complicated and difficult to pronounce.

As for this Morpho butterfly suit, Glory is still a little impressed.

"Yuke. Yuka"

The lady took off her helmet to reveal her true face, and shouted in a fit of laughter and tears: "Eukelele Anunnaki!"

Glory: "Oh oh oh oh! Oh! Oh!"

Whether your memory is good or not, we can go back to the previous chapter and find this name, so let's review it.

After solving Pellelini Tuon, Xueming had been recuperating in a sanatorium. The VIP climbed up to the window of the sanatorium, preparing to cross 9527 and directly find Jiang Xueming - but was later kicked by the anonymous mistress. Go downstairs.

Seriously speaking, this is Xiao Qi's love rival, the shameless mistress, and the gunsmith's suitor.

Little policemen on love can go out as much as they want and express their passionate opinions in the comment area.

But this trip was arranged by Mr. Wood. If the King of War wants to return to the Nine Realms and his family, he must follow Ms. Ukulele.

A few years ago, the people of Constantinople were in dire straits under the control of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult. The resources here were poor and the transportation was inconvenient. There was only one railway leading to the terminals of several acropolis, and it required the spiritual assistance of VIPs.

This civilized city-state backed by the Broken Jedi needs a magical guardian to build a bridge. The special geographical environment is just like Shinto City. It is on the edge of the Atlantic Ocean and North America. The activity of the earth's veins causes the heavy metals in the soil to break through the rock. When it comes out, it turns into flat, wavy knives.

More than 1,700 meters below the cliff, the warm and hot salt-alkali sea breeze emerging from the underground ocean causes these minerals to oxidize and corrode, turning into a broken earth full of scars over time.

The basic livelihood of the people in Constantinople cannot be guaranteed, but it is also a rich mine, and the Abyss Railway will not give up this place.

Euclele Anunnaki is the guardian of Constantinople. Her spiritual power can help build bridges for railway transportation. She has no fighting ability. Under the persecution of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, she can only escape from her homeland. , seek help from Jushan Station.

Anonymous and Ao Ruimingde responded to her, and went to Constantine's Acropolis with the bridge engineer, blowing up three Platform Zeros, turning this hell into a human world again.

For Ms. Ukulele, the unknown leader is not only her savior, but also a great benefactor who transformed her hometown. The shadow of the gunsmith has become a part of her life, just like there is always a white moonlight in the hearts of literary and artistic young people. Same, almost irreplaceable.

Even after receiving the news of the gunsmith's marriage, Ms. Ukulele did not feel any sense of loss or disappointment——

——Jiang Xueming can’t understand these foreigners’ views on love at all. The cultural differences between the two are too big.

Ukulele didn't understand or care about the words about distance, politeness, and being a married woman.

You must know that in the relatively backward Constantinople, a closed and isolated human settlement, there are still many tribes that retain polygamy or polyandry. For families who can successfully give birth here, every new life is not easy. Families that can give birth to two or three children will be regarded as heroic fathers and heroic mothers by the tribal chiefs.

The name of this VIP comes from the four-stringed Hawaiian guitar, which is as passionate as her character. Anunnaki is the name of the deity in the Sumerian civilization. She showed very powerful psychic talents in her childhood. , her parents regarded her as a child given by God, so they gave up their own surname.

"I remembered." Glory finally remembered the name.

Ukulele squinted her eyes, her pink albino eyes carrying a strange smile: "I have learned to speak Chinese, so you don't remember me?"

Glory: "It takes too long and comes into contact with too many people, and you will always forget some things."

Ukulele hugged each other with her arms, and while talking, she blew out small bubbles from her mouth——

"——Then you always remember this, right?"

These bubbles with colorful illusions of light flew to the table, wrapped in tableware, cutlery and forks, and slowly floated.

This is the power of Ms. Ukulele's soul. She became a Morpho butterfly very early, even earlier than Hasband Madison. She had this strange blister spirit body when she was fifteen years old.

The substances that these bubbles come into contact with will have the ability to float, which is completely different from Concho Johnny's overbearing ability to control gravity - Ukulele can only make objects float, and the load capacity is limited, more than seven A weight of more than ten kilograms cannot float.

With the help of psychic powers, this top student who came out of Constantinople naturally became the guardian of her hometown. She can observe the status of roads and bridges between cliffs, lay the most basic profile frames in road projects, and work on some machines and In complex terrain that is difficult to reach by manpower, yarn sheep workers with low intelligence are commanded to build bridges.

This dreamlike soap bubble carries Ukulele’s dream. Every season, following the movement of natural ocean currents, the roads and bridges around Constantinople are damaged. Ukulele has to rush to these places to lead her fellow villagers and people from the Transportation Department to mend and repair a The settlements are linked together to allow people in the settlements to regain access to electricity and the Internet.

These "isolated islands" standing on the Broken Blade Mountain form Constantinople. Its name comes from Constantine I. It was the Sumerian ruins of this isolated land that was discovered by outsiders. They were surprised by the tenacious vitality of the local indigenous people. At the same time, they thought this was another New Rome, mistakenly thinking that this was the origin of underground Western civilization, and finally gave it such a name.

When Gloria saw the familiar soap bubbles, she couldn't help but become nervous——

——Her impression of Ukulele was still from a few years ago, when the gunsmith led the brothers of the war group and followed the girl to such a no-man's land. Along the way, Ukulele was either lamenting the combat effectiveness of the Abyss Railway or thanking the soldiers for their heroic deeds.

In addition to these, there is also unscrupulous kissing and courtship.

"I am married."

Glory emphasized again——

"——I have four children, please calm down."

"I know, I know." Ms. Ukulele nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "I know that in your country, monogamy is required. When I was learning Chinese, many, many When the time comes, it’s faster to read history books and learn faster.”

Her Chinese is not very fluent and she speaks very slowly.

"That, that, that, that wife of yours is very beautiful, very pretty."

When talking about Xiao Qi, Ukulele did not show aggression, but instead acted like a student who appreciates art and has entered a museum.

"Is this monogamy of yours a monogamy? Is this what I think of as a monogamy?"

Glory couldn't understand the riddle: "Huh?"

"That's right, that's right," Ukulele continued to explain: "I have a wife and a husband. It's such a monogamous relationship."

"No!" Glory couldn't laugh or cry: "No, no, no."

Ukulele: "Isn't it?"

Glory: "No."

Ukulele: "Last time she kicked me out of the window, she had a husband. This time you come here and take the car, she has a wife. Isn't it?"

Glory: "No! No."

Ukulele still doesn’t quite understand the relationship between the gunsmith and the war king——

——Mr. Plunk explained the power of the little finger to her in both Chinese and English. In this VIP’s perception, he seemed to regard Glory as a by-product of a psychic ritual. She believed that the King of War should be another person, but would appear in the gunsmith's body from time to time. It's like a manifestation of the Holy Spirit.

In Constantinople, the descendants of the Sumerian civilization regarded psychic energy as natural spirits in the world, something foreign rather than the product of self-transformation. Like the ukulele's soul power, it does not have a complete human form, which is also related to this concept.

"Pulak, you want me to accompany you to get the man's body back, is that right?" Ukulele said about the mission of this trip.

Glory: "Yeah."

Ms. Ukulele then said, "I want you to come back and take a look at this road."

Glory looked out the window. The railway passed between the mountains, heading towards the deep and dark sky. There was a distance of four to five hundred meters between the two peaks, and below was the gleaming ocean.

A few years ago, these natural light sources didn't exist.

"Where does the light come from?" Glory wondered.

Ms. Ukulele pulled out two telescopes from under the table and handed one of them to the King of War.

"Look, Panini, Panini!"

Far far away on the sea level, on top of the rising waves, there are clusters of small luminous jellyfish floating.

This uninhabited land has a relatively complete ecosystem. The complex mineral veins have created a special geomagnetic and electric field environment. The little jellyfish that were first in the rare man's palace seem to have migrated here and once again sang silent songs.

It was a circle of geometric figures radiating outward. Following the weak arc light, it shone on the water surface and turned into various light spot patterns. They communicate with each other using the most basic mathematical logic and patterns, and these light sources become street lights in the dark.

Glory was so entranced for a moment that she seemed to have forgotten all her words.

"What didn't exist before," Ukulele said, "what didn't exist before, now exists."

After Platform Zero disappeared, the source of the spiritual disaster was uprooted, and the concentration of spiritual disaster dropped, allowing this uninhabited land to regain a place for fragile life.

Above the ocean, you can see a temporary station every forty kilometers, mainly used by line workers and maintenance personnel of the Transportation Department, as well as artificial nests of yarn sheep. You can see the smoke from the mobile food trucks, and there should be scavengers working here.

"Glory, that's great!" Ukulele smiled happily and then asked: "Should I call you gunsmith or Glory? Earlier, earlier."

She finally felt that Chinese was awkward, so she changed to English. This was the first foreign language she learned and it was much more fluent than Chinese.

"I received the news of your death and couldn't believe it."

Glory: "I'm sorry, you must be sad?"

Ukulele pursed her lips, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes: "I am very, very sad. I wonder how a person who is so strong, resilient, healthy, and a warrior like steel could suddenly fall. . I immediately told my sisters about it, but no one believed it."

Glory: "These sisters? What's going on?"

"Here, here! Here!" Ukulele opened the social software on her mobile phone. There is a group for Little Blue Bird. There are also three groups on the Chinese Internet Weibo, WeChat and Xiaohongshu. Plus various APPs, this The girl is also considered a high-intensity surfer: "We are all in the same hobby, we are all in the same hobby!"

This "common friend" is very interesting.

Glory looked around. Women from all over the world who were related to gunsmiths were here.

They have all received more or less care from Anonymous, and they can still see the social accounts of Duran and Flavia. Just now, Flavia was sharing the new products of the sugar factory.

Glory was so frightened that she shouted: "WTF?"

This was a group of female fans recruited by Gunsmith for his good deeds. In Xiao Qi's eyes, it was nothing more than a pile of assassination lists. Thinking of this, her scalp began to tingle.

"Are you scared?" Yukulele looked guilty and quickly turned off her phone: "Don't worry, I won't tell. There are writings on me."

She showed her arm, and Teacher Victor had already prepared a message.

[The secret of the little finger must not be told to anyone else, including anyone except the gunsmith. ]

"Let's talk about business." Glory breathed a sigh of relief: "How should I go home?"

Ukulele said excitedly.

"You'll understand when you get Mr. Plunk's letter."

The Second Acropolis has completely changed.

When the train arrived at the station, Glory went straight to the luggage storage area. The last time she came to this station, it had no roof, but now it had a ceiling shaped like an egg shell.

The platform has been renovated and widened into three lanes, which can be opened to the First Acropolis and the Third Acropolis at the same time, as well as a maintenance lane.

In the past, there was no storage room here, and the Transportation Department's staff has been increased by at least one hundred people. Most of the guests coming and going are mining businessmen, who come here to do business and discuss purchases.

The road signs were originally a combination of cuneiform and Latin, with not even a few words in English. Now they are bilingual in Chinese and English. The little girl at the service desk saw the King of War coming and immediately waved.

"Come this way! Mr. Plunk has given the order!"

When Gloria came to the counter of the check-in office, she saw two Silver Bailey workers looking at each other. They quickly ran to the alley to greet their companions and spread the news to the neighbors. This was Leslie's decision. According to the rules, no matter where in the world, there are disciples of the Beggar Clan who follow the Anonymous Doe.

After a while, a box arrived from the storage office with a letter on the box.

Glory opened the letter and took away the box. Without any hesitation, she found a nearby small restaurant and sat down with Ukulele.

"Your Majesty the King of War, you have crossed most of Europe and come to the farthest point of the underground railway."

"This used to be a civilized desert. I think Shambhala will only become more barbaric and backward than this, so I want you to be mentally prepared in advance. Come back and take a look at the changes in a few years."

“Time is a very magical thing, and it’s great that all our efforts have paid off.”

"I asked Ms. Ukulele to accompany you on this journey because I wanted to tell you from another perspective that the death of the gunsmith is not a bad thing. After all, you have smashed more than three hundred demon caves and have transformed from a girl killer. Became a young woman killer - less worries, more stability. This is the life attitude of ordinary people, right?"

"The box I left for you has three sets of false identities. You can choose the one you like. Then go back to the rhythm of life you are familiar with."

"One of them is a personal butler. If you can return to Bai Qingqing in this capacity, no one will care. I will explain the reason at the end."

"The other is a psychiatrist. I prepared medical certificates for Vita Brand and a series of sequelae for Bai Qingqing. Her madness index is too high and she needs regular psychological consultation."

"The last one is a teacher, so you can return to Galahad. If you are too ambitious and want to go back to coaching immediately, you may need to go under the knife to change your face. I don't recommend this outfit."

"As you can see, I am also an immortal person. When I walk in the world, I need a lot of fake certificates and fake identities. I have rich experience in suspended animation. Regarding my career in these professions, including my parents' stories, my childhood The photos, the path of growth, everything has been arranged.”

"After your funeral, Paramount Entertainment will hold a [Gunsmith Imitation Show] this Christmas at the Anonymous Bar. Sister Hong will handle it to commemorate us. hero—just like Michael Jackson.”

"If you're lucky enough, you should be able to win second place in the gunsmith imitation show. I believe there will always be someone more like you than you."

"Choose your new identity and start on this road back to the Nine Realms. You will be able to pass all the corresponding stations prepared in the three plans, get the inheritance left by your parents, and read your life story."

"Together with Ms. Ukulele, find your little finger and transform back into a male body. Let her use the dreamy soul power like soap bubbles to make you temporarily lose gravity without the influence of gravity, just like a baby born in space. Your bones will deform. During the rebirth process, you may become shorter or taller. Your skeleton will undergo some subtle changes, and your bone density will also be affected. It needs to be slowly Get used to this new body."

"You will become a real nameless person, a nameless person."