Abyss Express

"Is this cave narrower? Or are you getting fatter? Brother Lang."

Jiang Xueming grabbed Oscar's thick tail, but couldn't move it.

This lapis lazuli half-wolf weighs nearly half a ton and is 244 centimeters tall. It is stuck on the rough stone wall of the cave and cannot move at all.

"How could it be narrowed?" Oscar was heartless and joked: "This path is not the devil's rectum. Why don't you take out a Bible and read it? Maybe he will figure it out?"

"Holy shit," Jiang Xueming joked in English, and then changed his approach.

He stopped pulling Oscar's tail, fearing that the spine, which was rich in blood vessels and sensitive to nerves, would break. He grabbed Oscar's clothes, holding the woolen coat with one hand and tugging at the waist of his belt and trousers with the other hand.

"Breathe out!"

The big wolf let out a long breath.

Jiang Xueming: "Don't breathe in, don't breathe in."

The big wolf completely expelled all the air from his chest and lungs, and his whole body shrank in size.

Just hearing the sound of "pop", the air in the stone wall began to circulate again, which also meant that there was natural wind in the dark room of this underground water system.

These turbulent undercurrents pushed Oscar hard into the narrow tunnel, which made him so stuck.

"Huh, I don't dare to go there."

Oscar stuck out his tongue to dissipate heat and broke into a cold sweat, his eyes full of fear.

"Going further in, if I get stuck halfway, there will be no signal here, and my wife may have to become a widow."

The two of them turned back and walked about twenty meters. The road gradually widened. Jiang Xueming and Brother Lang changed places, and he decided to continue exploring the cave.

Oscar was worried at this moment and began to care about the priest's safety.

"Hero, do you want to go in alone?"

Jiang Xueming didn't care. After the six-year expedition, he hadn't seen any monsters. The structure of this cave was clear, and the functions of the entrance and exit were clear. After Saint Josh Joris regained his physical body, it was also 180 years old. For a humanoid creature that is over 10 centimeters tall, he is quite confident in his combat skills - the humanoid creature's extraordinarily powerful attack power is not just a boast.

"I'm going to see it, and the Lord will protect me."

"Let's do this. The hunting group will be back at around eight o'clock in the morning." Oscar hesitated and reminded: "The trash at the military station can't handle this. We need psychics to take action. I'll go call someone. You're here." Wait here and escape immediately if something happens, okay?"

"No." Jiang Xueming had already made up his mind - he was sure of this.

Saint Josh lost his body and should be in a weak state at this moment. If he waits a few hours, the situation will be different.

Xueming didn't know if there were other exits from this cave, but from the sound of the wind, there must be other wind passages leading to the outside. If the cultists of Hercules turned into devils and fled to the town to hide, I don’t know how many more people are going to die.

If you ask Anonymous to kill people, of course they will do the job, and they will do it simply and beautifully.

If Anonymous is asked to rescue people, it will be difficult to say. Protecting hostages has never been the gunsmith's strong point——

——These tasks are more suitable for lapis lazuli. The big wolf dog's inspiration and sense of smell can accurately identify friends and foes, and will not hesitate to stand in front of their companions when protecting them.

But the Nameless One cannot do this. These warriors with high attack power and low health cannot be used as reliable shields.

On the first day he came to Saladin, this was also the reason why Xueming wanted to kill Saint Josh Joris - he couldn't bear it even a little bit. As long as this guy dared to show his fox tail, what was waiting for the blood-giving monster would be knife and fire. Boiled capital punishment.

There are many American horror films that like to describe the power of villains and how the local police station pays attention to procedural justice. Even if the ogre is killing people for meat, he has to get evidence before he can arrest the person and put him in jail. It follows a set of trial procedures in a remote and isolated town.

Xueming didn't want to discuss the process with St. Josh at all. The freezer of this kind of livestock was opened and a few photos were left, which meant that cattle and sheep that had passed the quarantine certificate could be slaughtered legally.

The only thing he regretted was that he didn't kill quickly enough, allowing St. Josh to have time to seduce Sergeant Gotze and kill the three members of the Division Chief's family. If it had been faster, the Secretary General's family might not have died.

"Okay, take this." Oscar looked complicated. He took out a scripture from his coat, "This is a scripture written by King Solomon. It has a harmful effect on ordinary little devils. I usually go to explore the Holy Land of Elves. Use it to clear the way.”

A heavy and thick brass-covered Bible was handed to Xueming's hand, with a Star of David on the outer shell.

"Is there anything more practical?" Jiang Xueming almost choked Brother Lang to death when he said these words.

Brother Wolf: "Huh? It's not practical yet? What kind of psychic do you want?"

Jiang Xueming: "Can you lend me your stick?"

Oscar took out a mahogany baseball bat from his coat. This was the stick he chose. It was also the testimony of his friendship with the sergeant of the regiment when he was a lapis lazuli dog. After turning into a human form, he has never forgotten it. The time spent playing ball in the war group.

"No, that's it"

This bat looks very polished. The patent leather and aluminum alloy handle is rough to the touch and heavy. It can be used as a weapon.

When his palm touched the handle of the stick, Xueming felt a pulling force inside, as if the spirit inside was going to instruct him how to use the stick.

"Okay, that's it."

"Hey!" Brother Lang quickly shouted: "You are right?"

Jiang Xueming: "Is there anything else?"

Brother Wolf: "Be gentle to it."

In Oscar's eyes, after getting the stick from Father Feng, he seemed to be a different person. Originally holding a book in his hand, the priest was submissive, but after getting the stick, his eyes became murderous.

Jiang Xueming didn't answer, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, and plunged into the deep and dark cave.

There were rustling footsteps behind him. Brother Wolf had already walked away, seemingly asking for help from the people in the hunting group and military station.

The further in, the sound of the wind became louder and louder. Xue Ming knew what this meant - there seemed to be a huge space underground.

The gourd-shaped cave is like a flute, playing strange notes in this narrow and elongated road.

About fifty meters further, you have to go all the way down, and after passing a spiral staircase, you can see new decorations.

There are many hollowed out grooves on the rock wall of the spiral staircase. The sound of water flow can be heard in these grooves. This is the underground waterway of the gathering place. It is a temporary residence prepared for the hunting group soldiers in the settlement. This suite It has the capacity to accommodate more than 1,400 people. In Saladin, this historical site was once a fortress used by the pioneers to resist beasts and devils.

There are many strange reliefs on the side of the groove. They all look like teeth and claws. They are related to many evil objects and evil gods worshiped by the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, and there are also subspecies of flying dragons worshiped by the Skull and Bones Society - but they need to be more detailed. Twist it a bit.

Compared to the flying dragon, a reptilian creature with complete bat wings and toe claws, the flying object statue seen here is more like a monster with thorns all over its body and wings like human palms. Under its swollen belly is a The human brain seems to be transformed from Homo sapiens, and the style of painting is very similar to the humanoid monster transformed by John Borg. In addition to the brain under the belly, it also has a huge mouth as the "head organ" between the wings - if it is more abstract, it looks like a flying hairy octopus.

Continuing down, there is another deeper cave. When here, Xueming can already feel the spiritual disaster concentration rising sharply. The abnormal spiritual pressure environment makes his pores shrink and his hairs stand on end.

It's not that the gunsmith has become weaker, it's just that this physical body hasn't had time to be exercised. Before setting off, Xueming knew clearly that he had not yet reached the state of unity of spirit and body, and it would take time to adapt to this physical body that is more than 180 years old. Centimeters of flesh.

He held the baseball bat and touched it in little by little. There were more and more bloodshot eyes in his eyes. He could clearly feel that the intracranial pressure and blood pressure were rising, and the intraocular pressure was also rising sharply. However, after a few breaths, he could clearly feel the chest pressure. His lungs felt like they were being pressed by a big stone, and his body had already issued a warning, telling him to leave this place quickly.

But he has no intention of backing down. He has always been such a real macho man. He has seen this kind of vicious spiritual pressure environment many, many times in his life, and it is nothing new.

He continued to move forward, and there were new decorations on both sides of the cave, which were beast-kissed stone lamps. The strange-shaped synthetic beast Chimera bent its head, holding the extinguished wicks in its mouth. If it was illuminated Judging from the time, these things should be relics from the early days of the hunting group, with a history of three to four hundred years.

When we reached the end of the road, there was no door, just an empty hall.

The hall has multiple functional divisions, and twisted fossil tree roots are entangled here, much like the dragon stones formed by the natural geology of Sichuan and Shu.

These tree roots have been artificially polished and turned into chairs and beds in the underground shelters of hunting groups. In earlier times, people would hide in underground shelters to survive the seasons of spiritual disasters.

Fossil tree roots that resemble dragon stones can see vague dragon scales and heads, but no dragon claws or horns.

There are no traces of Homo sapiens activities in the different subdivisions. Instead, there are dark red, black and smelly pools of blood, which are the magic pools filled by Saint Josh Joris with human flesh.

Jiang Xueming walked towards the core area step by step. He wanted to reach the center of the underground shelter. There was a towering pedestal there. The environment was too dark and the light from his mobile phone could not illuminate that place.

He could feel the vicious spiritual pressure, the most intense and evil zone coming from the pedestal.

Stepping on the smooth dragon stone, he carefully avoided the blood and dirt. Some shallow mist could be seen in the air, which seemed to be emanating from the smelly and disgusting pool water. He felt dizzy after taking a slight breath.

Some human hair and bones can be glimpsed from the pool, as well as eye lenses that are difficult to be decomposed by microorganisms. These tissues have completely turned black.

After walking a few dozen meters further, he heard a voice——

——The sound had no source. It seemed to come from all directions and penetrated directly into his head.

For a moment, Jiang Xueming felt a splitting headache and hallucinations appeared in his eyes.

"elder brother"

From the pool of blood beside his legs, a naked Bailu crawled out.

Her face was covered with red lumps branded by Vita, her face was pale, her hair turned dark red, her face was swollen and her facial features were squeezed, and her eyes became slender, like a toad.

At this moment, without any hesitation, Xueming raised his leg and stepped on this strange "white dew" face.

This white-flowered "White Dew" immediately showed its original shape and turned into agglomeration of Lady White's larvae. The thick boots were kicked to pieces, and it fell back into the blood pool without making any sound.

Jiang Xueming thought fiercely——

——This is probably a trick of Fear of Demons. The effect is very good, increasing the anger value by at least 50%.

Passing by another blood pool, he took a closer look. This blood pool was not as "clear" as the previous pool. It turned completely black. It seemed that Saint Josh Joris's trick of creating the body of the evil god was very clumsy. He I've used up quite a few samples. These pools seem to only create illusions of spiritual disasters.

This is of no use to Jiang Xueming, but to ordinary people it is a life-threatening trap.

He could feel his body beginning to itch, and the Vita Brand was gradually eroding his body. If he fell into these pools of blood, he would probably be eaten away by the White Lady's larvae and turn into a skeleton in an instant.

He walked very carefully along this section of the road. When he reached the front of the dais, he saw a human figure in a cloth robe standing beside the dais.

The figure looked very familiar and Xueming could recognize it. Although the hood covered his facial features, under the flashlight - he could make out the outline of 9527's figure.

This was another illusion imposed on him by the devil. After one more look, he no longer hesitated.

Xueming carefully approached the illusion, and the "hooded man" took off his brown-black coat, revealing his naked pale skin. There were soft pink cilia protruding from the two eyes, and they emerged from the mouthpiece. A sucker full of fangs emerged.

Waves of magic sounds came from the red neck of this "Xiao Qi".

"Kiss me, kiss me."

"kiss me"

What she responded to was a direct blow from the mahogany stick. Xue Ming strained her body and used all her strength to hit the flesh and blood demon statue hard!

In just one second, the demon statue took on its original form. The brown-black cloth robe resembled dragon wings, just like the bloody film that oviparous animals pecked out when they were born. Only the columnar suction cup remained the same. , the pale flesh sprouted tumor-like insect nests. They were intertwined and twisted together, gradually turning into a strong humanoid creature.

The "hooded man" standing next to the podium just now was an egg, and now it seemed to be about to burst out!

This blow seemed to wake up St. Josh's demonic body and his long-sleeping mind. The outer membrane of the egg had cracked, and there was a part of pink, bloody umbilical cord tissue and pool water. Sticky.

The spiritual pressure became more and more powerful and weird. Xueming had auditory hallucinations in his ears. It was as if a choir of thousands of people were playing chaotic and manic music in his head at the same time. The music score was still Written with feet.

He gritted his teeth and glared angrily, and patches of blue veins appeared on his neck, all the way to his temples. Qiuzha's twisted masseter muscles suddenly bulged, and he held the stick and struck hard at the egg shell that had split into two halves, heading towards The devil among them struck hard again and again.

A bloody head poked out from the egg shell——

——St. Josh Joris was reborn. He had just given up his human form. When he first came to this world, he noticed a strange priest with a sinister look and strong blood outside. He was holding a strange thing and fiercely pointing at it. Targeting his perfect and elegant skull.

What a beautiful pair of horns that are, and what a head with a sense of design.

Mr. Joris didn't even have time to say his lines when he was suddenly hit with a giant stick and his eyes were staring at the floor.

Then he looked up and was hit with the stick again, making him repeat the process——

- Look up, look at the floor, look up, look again.

He felt that his brain was suffering unspeakable torture. He was in so much pain that he wanted to shrink back into the egg shell. Then he asked a strong hand to grasp the horn on his head and pull half of his body out of the egg shell. .

He wanted to chant a curse, to curse this unscrupulous madman, to make this strange priest pay the price, such as calling locusts to gnaw the flesh and blood of this mortal, or making the blood in his body boil - that would at least require Gaze at the target and read two verses, nearly two hundred Hebrew words.

But St. Josh doesn't have this chance——

——He waved his pale arms and was repeatedly hit on the head with a baseball bat.

He wanted to stand up straight, so he roared with thundering anger, and the sudden change of spiritual energy tide turned into a surging spiritual pressure.

Saint Josh raised his head proudly, thinking that there would always be a chance to fight back, right?

But the priest didn't seem to move. He only waited for his head to return to its original position and received another painful blow with the stick that penetrated his bones.

The crisp sound of "dong dong dong" echoed back and forth on the rock wall of the underground shelter.

After sacrificing all his strength and beating him more than two hundred times in anger, the baseball bat in Jiang Xueming's hand cracked——

——His mouth and nose were bleeding, and his eyes were bleeding, but he was not injured. The blood was just a result of the capillaries bursting in the abnormal spiritual pressure environment, and it was just a mere flesh injury.

He gasped and looked at St. Josh's demonic body. The head finally cracked, there was an open wound on the head and neck, the brain was flowing downwards, and the spine was shattered.

The spiritual tide in the magic pool has no intention of stopping. Maybe in a few hours, Saint Josh will return to the world.

Jiang Xueming walked back with the stick, rushing to the hunting group meeting place to rest and change a weapon.

"No, this shouldn't kill him. I'm afraid I have to entrust Oscar to find a way to send my soul to the spirit world. I will chase him to Limbo to kill him."

Limbo, the first alien world.

That is, the hairy tentacles of Mother Earth. In this area, Mr. St. Josh, who has just become a devil's rookie, squats next to a wall of flesh and blood.

He curled up, and there was a faceless butterfly beside him comforting him. A pair of plain pink fingerless flesh palms rested on the shoulders of his spirit body. Although he had no facial features, it could be seen that the butterfly incarnate I'm very sympathetic to Joris's situation - the baby has just been born, so he won't suffer such a disaster.

Joris was so frightened that he could not speak.

"嘤嘤嘤"