Abyss Express

Chapter 748 Act.04 [Victim·Sacrifice]

Foreword:

A hungry belly doesn't have ears.

——François Rabelais

[Part①·Overly flexible survival strategy]

Faye Florsalin was not surprised at all by Judas Priest's slipping behavior——

——Because that’s who he is.

From ancient times to the present, this greedy parasite has not only inherited the principle of the supremacy of capitalist interests, but also inherited the weakness of the bourgeoisie.

For a moment, Fayi even felt that the imam could kneel down in time, call for help in time, and beg for mercy in time. This in itself is an excellent and outstanding quality of life.

Not many people in this world can change their faces at the speed of light, put down their ridiculous dignity, don’t care about honor and disgrace, and go back on their word and deny themselves - even if Judas just said that the most terrifying emotion is "shame", according to this statement, at this moment, It was Billy Horn who was stronger. He can please the violent machine with peace of mind, please the violent machine, and continue to use the violent machine.

There is an old saying in China: He who can bend and stretch is a husband——

——In order to survive, Judas had to take both the essence and the dross.

He hugged Billy Horn's thigh, threw away all the majestic demeanor of a priest, and squeezed out a few fake tears from his distorted features. Maybe it wasn't fake - it was real.

He was extremely scared and never wanted to be swallowed by the blood eagle.

Although [Heavenly Grant] can resurrect him, how can we say that the other self from the parallel universe is the real self? !

It was just a substitute, a puppet, a puppet created to complete the contract. It was the trading partner selected by the goddess Io.

It does not matter who fills the cauldron of Dagda; what matters is that the cauldron of Dagda must be filled.

"Hero! Help me! Help me! Save me!" Judas was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, but he did not dare to bite Billy Horn's leg. If the true form of the blood granter is exposed, the man in front of him with strong blood and super strength will smash his head - he will die earlier than the blood eagle.

"Get out of the way." Billy pushed Judas away so that this crazy "civilian" wouldn't get in the way.

His legs and feet were not very agile when he stepped forward, and the callus on his ankle seriously affected his balance, so he could only limp forward.

After fully recovering his vision, looking out from the cabin door on the dark side of the deck, the blood eagle monster had just climbed up.

Its limbs were not in control, and it was in the same state of disarray as Billy. The flesh and blood bones that were originally part of the hybrid were broken by the geological hammer. It had to slowly adapt to the essence of fish, shrimp, and rivers - its movements were also much slower.

In Billy's eyes, the blood eagle's intention was very clear. It wanted to slowly crawl towards the corpses of its companions, eat the stumps and broken arms, and swallow the headless bodies.

"Damn."

Billy Horn cursed in a low voice, turned back to Judas, and grabbed him fiercely with his big hand.

"Bring it!"

Judas's shoulder was still hung with Billy's backpack, and he stumbled and fell due to the tug. His head hit the wooden floor of the cabin, and he gritted his teeth in pain, his eyes filled with resentment, and a bloody gash was opened on his forehead. He quickly covered the wound, fearing that the blood-giving monster's super-speed healing ability would be exposed in front of Billy's eyes - he didn't dare to say What.

"Billy!" Faye asked hurriedly: "Do you want my help?!"

Billy Horn hesitated for a moment, and his eyes became extremely clear.

He never told these two strangers his real name -

——But there is no time to worry about this, he has no extra brain power.

"Stay here! Little sister!"

Under the dim light of the cabin, Faye Frosalin's young face, only 21 years old, had a pale complexion with weak blood, even though her skin was wheat-colored, the bags under her eyes were purple and black, and her stomach was empty. The holy blood was out of balance, and there were a lot of tiny pimples and measles from the Vita brand crawling up her neck - in Billy's opinion, it was a blessing among misfortunes for this girl to be able to withstand the blood eagle's spiritual pressure and maintain consciousness.

Pulling out the rock pick from his backpack, it was harder to control than the geological hammer's pickaxe, but Billy Horn had no other choice.

His expression was solemn, his brows were furrowed and his facial features were distorted. He looked like a bad student who was just about to enter the college entrance examination room, but his heart gradually calmed down.

It's not that he gave up, gave up, or completely collapsed. But after experiencing Blood Eagle's spiritual pressure, his mental attributes were rising steadily, and his will to survive and resistance to spiritual pressure were getting stronger and stronger.

The most terrifying and powerful attack method of these Vita Brand derivatives is the mental damage caused by inspiration pressure.

They can frustrate the fighting will of the officers and soldiers of the regiment, make accurate shooters lose their accuracy, pollute the five senses of Homo sapiens by bursting capillaries, and feed back the damage and pain they feel to the enemy, further weakening human beings. Killing ability.

Their twisted heads and limbs make people lose their courage and slowly fall into a state of crazy despair.

Panacea can heal the body, but it cannot cure a heart that is riddled with holes and fear.

There are very few soldiers who can survive this level. If it is regarded as a test, its fatality rate is too high. The organized group army must use long-distance artillery bombardment to deal with the Incarnate Butterfly instead of directly facing it. to it.

Once you get close to it and come within thirty meters of it in a straight line, this kind of mental damage will turn a warrior with full ammunition and superb martial arts into a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Unknowingly, Billy Horn had completed his transformation. He crossed two or three levels in a row, rising from the pupation stage to the emergence stage - but he didn't know it yet, and he couldn't feel the changes in his spiritual body at all.

He picked up the rock pick and approached the blood eagle monster little by little. His heart rate gradually increased with the increasingly stronger spiritual pressure. The moment he fell into the "deep water zone", the familiar numbness and tingling sensation struck again.

His right arm gradually lost control. The overly long rock pick handle was stained with blood and rain, and slipped from his palm. The pick was about to hit the tiger's mouth. At this moment, a ball of emerald green emerged from Billy Horn's shoulder. of aura.

The raging spiritual fire instantly dried the tattered clothes on his shoulders and neck, and he grabbed the pickaxe with strong arms.

"Ha!" Billy felt excited, his facial features suddenly relaxed, and all the haze was swept away.

The blood eagle monster has crawled to the body of its companion. Its belly has turned into a big mouth, and there is almost no human shape. After the spine was broken, its material form was mixed with the genes of many oviparous animals, and it became A mass of twisted flesh that was constantly squirming. Its skin became softer and more elastic. Six arms grew from the limbs of the torso, but there were no fingers or palms.

It can't find more psychic catalysts, it can't have more "chirality" - it can't delve deeply into the field of human flesh, it can only develop vertically to make itself bigger and increase the efficiency of eating.

Compared with the last time we met for the first time, the spiritual pressure emitted by this blood eagle has not become stronger because it cannot eat human flesh and cannot obtain more spiritual energy resources.

Billy Horn didn't hesitate, he hit the spot where the old injury was last time and swung the pickaxe vigorously!

"Pfft!——"

The pickaxe hit his soft waist and opened a bloody wound.

At this moment, Billy Horn heard screams, which came from three places.

Six "mouths" emerged from the wound. They were the fleshy skirts of river oysters squeezing each other, imitating the structure of human vocal cords and emitting high-frequency whistles. It seems that in order to protect this fragile spine, the blood eagle has Use all your strength.

In the cabin, Fayi covered her head and screamed uncontrollably. She felt like there was a big hole in her stomach, penetrated by a rock pick, and even her intestines were about to be pulled out!

Judas was in pain and held on to the window sill, retching continuously. There was a gurgling sound in his throat, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

As soon as the pickaxe went down, Billy Horn also felt the phantom pain coming from his abdomen. His face turned livid, and he wanted to lift the pickaxe handle to continue to expand the wound. His arms became weak and weak, and the severe pain took over again. of his body.

He just felt incredible - how on earth did the gunsmith bear this kind of pain? How did he do it?

Stay focused! Stay focused!

Billy Horn! Stay focused!

The blood eagle monster was severely injured, but it did not fight back immediately. It hugged the body of its companion with its big mouth in its abdomen and refused to let go.

Its back is facing Billy Horn (if based on the orientation of its head, this mass of flesh and blood can still be called "back"), with two "blood eagle wings" composed of ribs and strips of meat spread out from the back. Sixteen eyes were slowly drilled out, and they evolved into part of the fleshy eyelids and pupils, staring blankly at Billy.

At this moment, Billy's mind was tested again.

He fell into an illusion of disorientation and spatial dislocation, and seemed unable to control the weapon in his hand.

He couldn't feel the distance of space, as if everything had turned into an overlapping two-dimensional and three-dimensional image. The raindrops hit the back of the transformed butterfly and immediately turned into a flat water splash. The handle of his pickaxe seemed infinite. It was far away from him, and it became a problem to grasp it.

This is an illusion created by the incarnation butterfly. This blood eagle has eaten part of its companion's essence and slowly evolved towards a complete body.

The thick flesh on both sides of Billy's shoulders and neck burst out with more turbulent and brilliant emerald green aura! He is like a Fudo Mingwang! Two flames came out of the eyes!

The spiritual threads gradually twisted into a solid mass, and gradually gathered into the left and right arms, completely lifting the rock pickaxe!

Soon enough, eight bunches of bone fragments gathered in the blood eagle's wings, and the tough muscle fibers were intertwined with each other, and the sharp tawny bone blades were fiercely stabbed at the unscrupulous human warrior!

The sharp weapon passed through his body, and Billy could hardly react——

——He had bleeding from his mouth and nose, but instead of flinching, he closed his eyes directly. He couldn't use his eyes to observe the distance, and his vision became a drag, so he simply gave up his eyes!

[Part ②·Let’s help each other]

The blood eagle wanted to do the same thing, but many pits had appeared on the front half of its body, and the abdominal muscles used for bite had been moved to the "back", gradually forming new flesh and blood spear thorns. Four more hard thrusts struck Billy Horn's soft ribs, penetrated his lungs, and tore his diaphragm.

The monster could feel that this Homo sapiens was getting weaker and weaker. It was reluctant to part with the meat in its mouth, and it wanted to allocate more essence to deal with the sharp weapons behind it, and allocate more muscle segments to deal with the warrior.

Billy Horn held his breath. He couldn't breathe. He could feel these hot strips of flesh constantly stretching and stirring inside his body. They were tarsal maggots, capable of expanding and shrinking. The hard bone razor destroyed him again and again. cardiorespiratory system.

The pain was driving him crazy, and his eyes were gradually covered with bloodshot eyes, but it was so difficult to pull away the pickaxe and swing the weapon again.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

He spat out pieces of dirty blood and let out a shrill scream from his throat.

"Ah!————Ahem!——Ahem!——"

He couldn't suppress his body's instinct, his lungs felt extremely itchy, and the Vita brand penetrated deep into his spinal cord again.

Blood Eagle had to lower the warrior's body bit by bit, stabbing the soft flesh with the spear to severely restrain the powerful body, making Billy slowly kneel down - after losing the advantage of the high point, the pickaxe did not move from the top. The process of accelerating the force through the two arms also lost most of its lethality.

Billy had no choice but to use his spiritual body to escape. As soon as the two arms made of spiritual threads left the rock pick, new tentacles shot out from the sky!

This is the last bit of blood eagle's power! It has stopped eating completely -

——The protein-rich shrimp and crab muscles have left its abdominal cavity and no longer ask for the flesh and blood of its companions.

The thick carapace gradually collapsed and collapsed without the traction of flesh and blood. Many shells were loose and fell off from the twisted limbs.

It has used all its strength to kill this enemy.

Billy Horn passed the first level, passed the second level, and seemed about to fall at the third level——

——He has gone very far, but there is no saying that he is destined to be a man of destiny. There is no goddess of luck in this land to favor him. There is no coincidence that changes his destiny. There is no miracle that turns the tide and suddenly bursts out the power of his soul.

If you can continuously overcome the three difficulties of pupation, cocooning and emergence, it is already the end.

Dr. Maguire's superb soul power evolution process also received help from Beloberg, but Billy didn't have the sharp blade of the White God at hand to save the situation.

Even if the gunsmith teacher wants to use this kind of scrap metal to deal with the incarnation butterfly, he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die.

finished?

Billy Horn's ghostly arms gripped the spear--

——Catch these four fatal attacks aimed at your head!

The pickaxe gradually slipped from his palm. He gritted his teeth and held his breath again. He half-knelt and raised his body, trying to stand up again.

"Hey!! Yeah!!!——"

Use all your brute strength to wrestle with the primary form of this mythical unit.

Pulling and struggling—a full minute passed.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't control his spirit body several times. At the moment when his consciousness was lost, he used his flesh and blood body and his palms to continue the relay, tightly grasping the bone spur in front of his forehead and the swollen tendrils of the flesh and blood spear.

As soon as his knees were slightly off the ground, the blood eagle began to drag the spear thorn, causing his center of gravity to move forward, causing his entire body to pounce into the arms of this terrifying monster.

He wanted to use his free hand to pick up the pickaxe, but he felt a terrifying crisp sound of broken bones coming from his heart and lungs.

He was almost desperate - just hoping that Foianini would wake up soon.

A warrior is never alone and should never die alone.

Foianini did not respond to him——

——What responded to him was a pair of rough, brown-skinned palms.

Judas' face was covered in cold sweat. He came to Billy's side unexpectedly and repeatedly confirmed that Billy was still alive——

——He watched for too long in these few minutes that determined life and death. Every time Billy fell into decline, he thought the story was going to end.

But this tough body and this strong soul seem to be jumping in and out repeatedly in front of the gate of the underworld.

The capillaries in Judas's eyes had long since exploded, and he could only see a vague outline struggling in front of another mass of flesh that was constantly twisting and crawling, spraying out blood and exhaling hot breath.

He grabbed the rock pick and knocked it down on Blood Eagle's back!

The severe pain made Judas lose his mind!

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck your mother!!! Fuck your mother!!!"

Billy Horn yelled, "You hit the wrong spot!"

"How do I know where to hit?!" Judas covered his chest and spine, and his heart stopped beating for several seconds due to the severe pain.

Billy freed up one of his spirit arms, and it followed the blood eagle's muscle segments to the center of the wings, and touched the seventh spinal joint of the head and neck.

"The transverse foramen of the seventh cervical vertebra is the smallest. See it clearly! See it clearly!"

"It fucking hurts me so much! Damn it!" Judas dragged the rock pick and used ten percent of his strength again!

For a moment——

——The rain and blood on the deck are flying towards the sky.

They lifted Billy's body and floated it in mid-air.

The same was true for Judas. The moment the pickaxe smashed the door of death, the terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly disappeared. He was at a loss as the wind and waves rolled up the passenger ship, causing him to lose his balance and fall to one side of the river.

Billy grabbed Judas' arm tightly, and the two of them hit the hardwood mast first, and then fell back to the deck.

Right now, right now.

Judas could clearly see that among the shadows of the ups and downs of the river, and in the rapid water from the upper reaches of the Wujiang River to Taizhou, there seemed to be many monsters hiding - they were all Fickwood's minions, and they were The fish-human hybrids in the Laibei government have turned into all kinds of weird blood eagle monsters.

He felt like he was trapped in hell, living in a bloody sacrifice, and the sacrifice was himself.

It won't be long before these monsters come to your door.