Abyss Express

"Saint Josh Joris is dead."

At the lowest level of the Nine Hells, a dark shadow gradually emerged from the narrow path. This spirit has been hiding in the gap between [Hell·Nine Hells] and [Pure World·Purgatory], quietly observing everything.

It has no legs and looks like an ethereal ghost. A golden mask emerges from the neat and smooth heavy cloth robe, and the lips of the mask show a strange dark green color.

It is the soul of [Judas], possessing soul power unimaginable by ordinary people. While the gunsmith was killing his way through the Nine Hells, the leader of the Alliance of Eternals had been silently watching Fragrant Fantasy.

"Faye Frosalin, come out to me."

Judas often performs out-of-body rituals. He needs to go deep into the original seeds to search for devils as totems - use these devils to make idols, obtain divine flesh and blood, create seeds of power, and create elixirs.

These psychic polymers have been tempered by countless spiritual bodies. Medicinal elixirs represented by Chaos Eggs can enable ordinary people to have strong psychic powers in a short period of time. The minions continue to collect more essence for the master and create More blood-granting freaks—this economic system supports the unbreakable mercenary system of the Alliance of Eternals.

In the hell described in the Divine Comedy, Judas is imprisoned in the Prison of the Betrayer.

In this historical myth, the traitor who betrayed Jesus for thirty silver coins should have served his sentence at the bottom of the Nine Hells. However, in the real world, this prisoner not only drank the holy blood and tasted the Holy Communion, but also intended to get his hands on the Holy Grail.

Fragrant Fantasy fought its way back to the human world from Limbo. Judas watched the entire performance through his spirit body. He was very afraid of the fighting power expressed by the gunsmith ghost. He did not even dare to rashly try to fight with it. He hid at the border of purgatory and waited until After Fenfang Huameng left, he dared to return to the prison to contact his colleagues.

In the eyes of Judas, St. Josh Joris is just a minion of Hercules. This guy has average psychic talent, but he has a studious heart and great perseverance and great pursuit, so he has achieved many evil things. Industry.

This time, the ghost of the gunsmith suddenly became murderous towards this little guy. Judas did not understand this behavior——

——In the prison of rebellion, between the walls made of flesh and blood, a beautiful bird spirit emerged from the blood-red rock boundary monument.

Its eyes are as innocent as those of a young sika deer, and its beak and feathers resemble those of a lark. Its arms and wings are connected to form a complete bird body, and its lower limbs are covered with slender golden and white down.

This is Faye Florsalin's soul form.

The communication between the two in the rebel prison was able to avoid everyone's eyes and ears. Even other members of the Guild did not know about this secret passage. It can be seen that the person Judah trusted the most was Faye Florsalin.

"——Fayi, why did the gunsmith's spirit suddenly come to the Nine Hells?"

The golden mask asked the lark a lot of questions. Judas didn't understand the gunsmith's spiritual behavior, so he wanted to find out the reason.

"Why? I feel restless. Why? Why did this guy suddenly come to my hunting ground? Why?"

Fay: "Maybe on a whim? The leader? Who is St. Josh Joris?"

This girl had never heard of Hercules, so she didn't hesitate to ask.

"A little guy, a fish that slipped through the net by chance and escaped during the strangulation operation of the unknown." Judas floated to the boundary monument and sat down like this: "How could he be so virtuous and capable that he wants the soul of the gunsmith to chase him to the nine hells himself? Come."

Fayi floated next to the leader and quickly comforted -

"——The gunsmith is dead. Perhaps Saint Josh's research on psychic powers was too in-depth, which led to the gunsmith's revenge."

"No, no, no, no! It's definitely not that simple!" Judas suddenly became excited, and the expression of the golden mask became distorted.

Rarely would he show such embarrassment and emotion.

Only in front of Fay Frosalin would he completely release his negative emotions. As a conscientious leader, Judah had too many things to consider for the Alliance.

Find a suitable devil to serve as a totem of faith for the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult.

Divide appropriate geographical territories for each warband and sect and make career plans.

Divide the interests of the main partners in the Shambhala region and discuss short-term and long-term business.

Constantly remind the members of the alliance and these arrogant immortals to be vigilant at all times and beware of the wolves and dogs chasing behind them.

"Do you know! Do you know!"

Judas roared with excitement.

"Do you know how scared I am?"

"The gunsmith's spirit body is very much like the proud and ruthless Mingde! It fell from Limbo Hell, and used its fists and kicks all the way, killing, killing, killing, killing without saying a word!"

"Kill in front of me! Do you know how terrifying this is?"

"I thought it was coming for me!"

"Faye Frosalin!"

"Homo sapiens live on fear. Because they are afraid of natural enemies, they have to constantly eliminate them to survive today. In pursuit of a sense of security, they will do anything!"

"This inexplicable ghost of the gunsmith seems to be acting without any rules! I must figure out the reason!"

Fayi said with shame: "He is already dead, how can we track down a lonely ghost?"

"So I called you over." Judas gradually regained his composure, "You think of a way for me. Before taking the next step, before taking back Eureka Volcano City, you must at least seal the gunsmith's spirit body - Saint Joe Shi Joris is a great example."

"He wanted to transform into a devil, thus triggering the gunsmith's hunting curse. Do all [Amber Butterfly] promotion rituals have to be suspended? This confused soul has turned into a real night devil? Once the cult of Mad Butterfly begins Will I be attacked by this night demon if I perform a psychic ritual? I don’t dare to think about it! I don’t dare to think about it! Let me feel at ease!”

"Otherwise." Faye Frosalin came up with an idea, "Let me go back to Anonymous, back to Billy."

Judas: "Uh-huh."

Fay: "These two apprentices are very close to the gunsmith. I will guide them to the secret library to find a suitable solution."

Judas: "Uh-huh."

Fay: "Then perform a psychic ritual to leave the gunsmith's ghost in the physical world, so you"

"Are you kidding?!" Judas said angrily: "The fragrant dream I saw in the Nine Hells, its spirit body is complete and shining. If it is sent back to the material plane - plus other methods of possession or It’s a puppet ritual, it will turn into another human god! Even if you send it into Galahad’s painting and let it become an elf in a stick, that would be terrible!”

Fay: "You mean, on the other hand, the Abyss Railway doesn't have the ability to summon the gunsmith's spirit? They can't pray to the hero's soul for help - they can't control his soul."

"Yes." Judas was surprised and muttered repeatedly: "Yes, yes. If Aohun Mingde had a way to keep the gunsmith's soul for its own use, it should have done so long ago."

"I think this should be related to the spirit of Beloberg." Fay said about the sword spirit: "The town of Saladin where Saint Josh Joris is located is very close to the Elf Holy Land. Beloberg was damaged in the battle. , its sword spirit has also returned here."

"Leader, I think St. Josh must have angered Belloberg before he called his master to help."

Judas listened to this advice and said, "Go on."

Fay: "If we can control Belloberg's sword spirit, we may be able to find the gunsmith's spirit. Not only will the seal be settled, but we may also be able to control the fragrant dream, so that this powerful spirit can The body is for our use.”

"Then who will do this?" Judas asked.

Fay: "Let [John`D. Jody] do it."

As a name, John`D can probably be understood as a passerby in a general context.

A supporting role in film culture, or a male protagonist who was improvised by the screenwriter and could not be named in time——

——The members of the Alliance of Eternals possess various special soul powers. Most of their strength attributes are passive and avoid war, and they only seek to protect themselves. After repeated natural selection eliminations, the remaining immortals either have a relatively clear mind, or have soul power with extremely strong life-saving capabilities.

Jodi falls into the latter category, and this unnamed person's soul power is very special. People who come into contact with him can hardly remember his appearance and have no impression. It seems that this kind of "transparent person" does not exist in life. He has no friends, no relatives, and no long-term social relationships. Even if he is looking for a job, He is also the kind of doorman or security guard who forgets about you once you meet him.

When everyone meets Jody, it seems that it is always the "first meeting", and it is as good an impression as the first time in life.

This special ability to make people forget their own existence has allowed Jodi to live from 221 BC to modern society. The members of the Alliance of Eternals only remember this code name. When it comes to this person, they have no memory at all. .

Is it male or female? Are you tall, short, fat or thin, or how old are you? What are the facial features? Movement habits or nationality and race? How's the voice? I don’t know everything, I don’t know.

There is only one special postal code to contact, and its existence is proof that Jody remains in this world.

The alliance was able to contact this mysterious person through paper letters and complete the task together. As long as Jodi activates his soul power again, even the zip code number may disappear together and the content of the letter will be forgotten.

"Then let Jodi take care of this. Let him bring the elves of Belloberg back to Shambhala and back to Sendai Port."

After saying these words, the spirits of Fai and Judah disappeared into the prison of rebellion and returned to the human world from the deepest part of hell.

January 21st is the day when the Sendai fish market in Shambhala opens.

Going to the southern islands of the Pompeii Sea, it is windy and sunny.

More than three hundred nautical miles away, there is such a small island, where a group of happy residents live. These people still retain the traditional customs and official system of the old feudal era. They are the Jiangke people of Yuwen Island in the Nanhai Autonomous Prefecture under the jurisdiction of Sendai Prefecture.

The Jiang Ke tribe speaks Chinese, which is related to the official language of Daxia Kingdom since ancient times. In the lighthouse hut on Yuwen Island, a tall man with wheat-colored skin walked out - he was Judas who had just returned from prison.

Walking about 700 meters towards the village, you will see the fertile fertile land on the island. The geomantic omen here is excellent and the harvest is abundant every year. Since Judah came here to preach, the lives of the residents of Yuwen Island are getting better and better day by day.

"High Priest! High Priest!"

There are three villages and towns in Yuwen Island. Among them, the mayor of Langyu Town is guarding the fields, waiting for Judas to go out.

When he met Judas, he called him the high priest, bowed down respectfully, and asked with a smile.

"Will the festival start today? How many people will be needed this time?"

Judas responded kindly: "Winter has just passed, which is a good time to worship God. If it is later, it will be difficult to transplant the two-season rice. The fishermen will have to go to Pearl Island to fight the wind and waves to bring back some food. There will be Many people are hungry."

"Of course! That's of course!" The mayor nodded vigorously, picked up his robe and sleeves, pretended to be an old scholar, and followed the high priest's words in a polite tone: "High priest , how many people are needed?”

Judah smiled and said, "Sixteen virgins, sixteen virgins."

"I have eight boys and eight girls from Langyu Town! Is it possible?" asked the mayor.

Judas shook his head: "Last autumn, when we wanted to sacrifice the fish god, your town took the lion's share. I'm afraid it won't work this time - we need the elders of the other two villages to nod, so as not to destroy the unity of the island."

Speaking of sacrifices, there are four festivals every year in spring, summer, autumn and winter, with human flesh banquets held for the four major categories of agriculture, animal husbandry, fishing and forestry.

Whoever's family produces more human flesh will have a stronger effect of the protection of the territorial gods.

The mayor of Langyu Town got a taste of the benefits from last year's fishery. The fishing and hunting business on Yuwen Island is a huge profit among huge profits. Deep-sea fish are sent to Sendai for sale, and tens of millions of silver coins can be brought back in a quarter. The elders of the other two towns were so jealous that they had to kneel down and line up if they wanted to give human flesh to the high priest.

"It's really not negotiable?" The mayor of Langyu Town is eager for wealth. He doesn't care at all how many lives are needed in the sacrificial ceremony. He is in charge of more than 400 households, and all fishing boats returning to Sendai have to get his approval. Before they can be released, the money handed over to the young men is only a very small part. Even if a family pays 160,000 silver for settlement expenses, these people will sell their children and daughters without hesitation.

How can more than three million silver coins compare with the fifty-day spawning period of yellow swordfish? What was caught in that net was all real money! Watching the other two mayors making money was even more uncomfortable than him losing money!

Judas was a little angry. He pretended to be angry, put his hands on his hips, and wanted to hold a personal flesh auction.

"Call Wang Laoer and Zhao Kai."

These two are the talkers in the other two towns on Yuwen Island.

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, all the representatives from the three towns were present, and the little book boy on the side read the scriptures of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult as an opening speech. I also saw smoke and clouds lingering under the mahogany beams of the ancestral temple. According to the Bactrian tradition, the gods of grain, goats, and a sun god were enshrined.

In addition, the ancestors of the three towns are listed in genealogical order.

The four closest shrines to people are filled with strange statues of devils——

——This is the evil god Judas collected from various spiritual realms.

Judas first thought about the achievements of the evil god on Yuwen Island. One hundred and fifty years ago, this was a relatively primitive and closed island. The admiral of Sendai Prefecture ordered the Wang family, a wealthy businessman from Shaonan, to come here to open up wasteland. This was an order from the imperial court. .

There are strong winds and waves in this place, as well as poor mountains and rivers. They want to start farming from scratch. They have four generations of the poor Wang family and more than 60 relatives. They rely on deception and deception to introduce servants and hired workers to Sendai, so that the island is filled with people.

Judah came here to preach here five years ago. He first solved the problem of farming difficulties, eliminated most of the livestock plagues, and taught the islanders how to manage farmland pests and landscape geology.

Of course, these functions were not given to Judas by evil gods - they were given by modern science.

The ecology of Yuwen Island is getting better day by day, but Shambhala is still stuck three or four hundred years ago, more like the ancient times of the mortal world. For Judah, this land is the best reservation. He can use the knowledge of the civilized world to package the evil god.

"Since you don't want to implement the seasonal distribution system, you all want to catch fish. So let's do it."

Judas looked helpless, as if he were a victim.

"To be fair, whoever offers more sacrifices, there are yellow swordfish and mudhead catfish in spring and autumn, these two things are the most valuable, so I begged the fish god to let him drive all the fish to that town."

"I will send out sixty people." Wang Er, the mayor of Hongfan Town, said immediately.

The mayor surnamed Zhao blushed and had a thick neck. He banged the table in the ancestral hall and shouted loudly: "I want to give Bao Li Shen No. 100 men! They are all young and strong! Sixteen-year-old boys!"

Judas quickly shouted: "No. Sacrifice to the fish god does not require so much human flesh."

To be honest, sometimes when an order comes, you have to consider whether the evil gods can eat it. If you feed them too much, Judas will not be able to deal with such a powerful devil. If he wants to use the devil as an elixir, he also has to think about whether he has slaughtered it. Devil's ability.

But with this greed, I can no longer contain it.

How could these old-era slave owners care about the life and death of the residents of the town? They could decide how one or two hundred lives would be used by opening and closing their mouths and speaking a number lightly.

In the end, the wealthy Zhao family won the right to host the Spring Festival.

Judas looked exhausted, and finally set the number of sacrifices for the blood sacrifice ceremony at forty-eight men and women, no more, but the composition of the essence must be good enough, women with fair skin and beautiful appearance, and men with strong bodies. These people will be put together in a large cage made of wicker. After fourteen days of copulation and death fighting, they will be gradually catalyzed by hunger, territorial awareness and survival instincts, and become people who only know how to "eat" and "reproductive". Demented beast.

The lucky ones who survived were roasted in a big fire and sent to the festival sanctuary on Yuwen Island, where they were thrown into the tunnel where the evil god was. In the midst of laughter and laughter, with the islanders holding hands and singing traditional folk songs, in an innocent and beautiful atmosphere, this ceremony will continue to bless the living and bring happiness and wealth.

After doing these things, he immediately set off for the next place. He wanted to return to Sendai Port and go to another cave to find the elixir workshop.

This was Judas' job, sixteen hours a day, all year round.