Foreword:

Art makes nature more perfect.

——Joshua Reynolds

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[Part1·Clean chair]

"As agreed..."

Fickwood still gestured with his thumb, and took out six more photos when the drilling depth reached [-500M].

He followed the same pattern, clapped his hands and recited the incantation to summon the true form of the soul, and the half body of the black and white vulture came out. It was the same as Fickwood. The bird-headed man had an old and solemn look everywhere, and the feathers had lost their oil and spread out, and seemed to be ready at any time.

It fell into a terrible situation and was on the verge of death. A layer of skin fell off its beak and mouth, which were covered with pitted black spots. Only the fur on its back and chest were brighter——

——It followed Fickwood's gesture and began to stir up the photos. In the whirlwind that was difficult to observe with the naked eye, some of the sharp-edged warriors returned to the real world.

Xueming responded to Fickwood this time. There was no elixir in his spacesuit, and there was no way to communicate directly with Fickwood in words. He gestured with his thumbs, indicating that he would continue to fulfill the agreement as usual.

A minute later, Abbot No. 3’s speed slowed down significantly——

"——This is the saddest level, we have arrived at the gate of hell." Fickwood tilted his head, and while observing the instrument, he hoped that the gunsmith could read some lips.

"At a depth of more than 1,200 meters, outside the garden of life, there seems to be an invisible and intangible shell. It is slightly harder than the orange peel of the earth's crust, and the temperature is slightly higher than the lava layer. Gunsmith, you

You have to be prepared at all times, it’s very close, very close.”

Fickwood emphasized——

"——Open this layer of eggshell, and Lightning Star will begin to have a mental breakdown. We have come to the neural network range of the Garden of All Things, and to the rich capillaries in the delivery room. Compared to the outer layer of nerve cilia, the guardian angel will be more powerful.

There are also more.”

The old man began to look dazed, and was also affected by the strong spiritual pressure. He no longer had time to chat with Xueming, and began to focus on checking the real-time status of the abbot's immortal boat.

Xueming unbuckled the safety belt of the PK-2 fixed seat. This five-point safety belt originally held him firmly next to the machine table. Now he has to enter a state of preparation for battle - if he continues to follow this huge machine

Shaking, he couldn't see anything clearly.

When he came to the narrow area on the side of the mechanical platform near the multimedia panel, the combat space left for him seemed to be less than six square meters. This unstable environment continued to become smaller. He could feel that the spiritual pressure was like a tide.

The cracks in various parts of the body are caused by the continuous squeeze from the biogel protective plate, from the feet and the top of the head.

The feeling it brings to Xueming is very strange. It is not as sweet and greasy as some incarnation butterfly of chaotic evil, smelly and rotten. It is completely different from the Vita brand.

The spiritual pressure emitted by the original seed is more like warm water - as if the soul is soaking in a pool at about 40 degrees Celsius. From time to time, a colder stream of water rushes into the mouth, nose and throat, bringing with it the peculiar salty taste of some inorganic salts.

It smells like egg whites about to undergo metamorphosis.

All kinds of things were trembling and trembling, following Abbot Xianzhou's sandworm bionic drill ring as it ran all the way. Its speed became slower and slower, and the friction and energy generated by the collision between the machine and the rock became stronger and stronger, faintly capable.

I saw the biogel in the guard began to emit high-temperature smoke. It was a dangerous working condition that far exceeded the operating temperature of the Lightning Star, approaching more than 400 degrees Celsius - at this temperature, any semiconductor component would begin to fail.

, steel is no longer reliable, the only thing that can be trusted is stone.

The originally dark purple muscles gradually began to glow. Following Fickwood's instructions, the mechanics located in each department of Abbot Xianzhou began to inject the fourth Magic Flute inhibitor blocker-it was a sub-gold solvent, full of

The special liquid of the essence enters the bodies of these lightning stars. On the one hand, it can suppress their Vita brand, and on the other hand, it can provide more fuel for these wetware engines.

Just like the Pied Piper in the historical legend, he can use a flute full of magical power to lead the mice to jump into the river to commit suicide to benefit the villagers. He can also use this flute to seduce children and lead them to disappear from the world.

The high-temperature and high-pressure environment caused the standby machine to make an unspeakably loud noise. Even with the space suit's sound insulation and heat insulation, Xueming could feel that the temperature was about to invade this bulky space armor, electromechanical counter and terracotta heat insulation shell.

The body had begun to show cracks, and they quickly spread throughout the room, as if everything was falling apart.

He was very energetic, but he still couldn't catch up with the sudden change!

More than twenty pieces of fireproof tiles used in sealed wall rooms collapsed from one side of the mechanical platform. These asbestos materials followed the turbulent airflow and rolled into the room from a weak link! They first hit the pipes of the first unit, and then passed through

It was refracted two or three times, bouncing around randomly in this small room.

Fragrance Huanmeng protected the body immediately, but Jiang Xueming was unscathed. His extraordinary survival instinct barely protected the life-saving armor, but looking at Fickwood...

Didn’t have time to take a closer look!

——Fragrant Fantasy had already sprinted forward and grabbed the little old man's arm. The huge force almost tore old Abby's shoulders and neck!

The powerful toe claws of the transformed butterfly just happened to land on the chair in front of the machine table. There was only a small chance that this beast could take away Fickwood's head.

It comes from the weakest link of the drill bit link buckle, like a patient hunter in the rock formation, carefully observing the direction of the drill bit from the outside, and from the sparks that emerge when the drill rig is working, from the gap between the guide chain and the connecting buckle.

Found this shortcut.

SD brought Fickwood, who was vomiting blood, back to Jiang Xueming.

A corner of Fickwood's helmet was broken, and the oxygen leaked from the shell. It was immediately affected by the terrifying temperature and turned into white water vapor.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He could no longer scream, his whole face was red, and he had a strange "youthful feeling". His skin began to swell and ulcerate, quickly invading the armor.

The terrible high temperature almost steamed him to death - he was not a fish-human hybrid and did not have such strong heat resistance.

Almost immediately, Xueming hugged the old man and ran towards the emergency life-saving box on the side of the machine platform without any hesitation.

He knew something was stopping him - but he didn't know what it was.

This thick layer of explosion-proof glass almost made him half-blind. He couldn't recognize the details of the butterfly body from a distance of twelve meters. But if he didn't move forward, Fickwood Abby would be dead.

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In a few seconds, the liquid in the old man's body will turn into steam, and the heat will rush into the main control center of the first unit through the breach, gradually filling the enclosed space - Fickwood will be cooked

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At the critical moment, the brave man once again took steps forward full of determination.

He didn't have time to think, so he followed the slaughtering process based on his rich surgical experience.

The fragrant dream started almost at the same time. The two bright knives emitted a pure white light of nearly a thousand degrees. It instantly ignited the air. In this hot and manic environment of nearly 400 degrees Celsius, everything seemed to begin to melt. Everything seemed to be melting.

It's starting to twist.

It seems like time is slowing down, but in fact Jiang Xueming is getting faster and faster——

-He became faster.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the hazy shape of the incarnate butterfly, and already determined that it was the lion of God, the third level of the original seed. The Blood Butterfly Bible quoted from the "Preface to the Heavenly Order", a monster that looks like half man and half beast, in

In the team structure of the Incarnate Butterfly, the beholder god De Angel acts as a scout to determine the location of the prey. Then the Incarnate Butterfly that hunts in a group will immediately dispatch the vanguard. The following third-level god lion half-beast monsters consume the prey's physical strength and quickly injure the prey.

fatigue.

——Process information faster.

The flesh body and the incarnation passed over the monster's shoulders, neck and torso at the same time, cutting along the thick texture and tender tendons at the same time. They moved in tandem, braking and starting like precision machines.

The Lion of God had just put his front feet firmly on the iron floor. He had no idea that Homo sapiens would take the initiative to attack. Xueming also did not expect that this bulky space suit did not slow down his pace.

It seemed that the narrow space made him extra cautious. After entering the Garden of All Things, his mind fell into a state of rage. The quality of this knife was surprisingly high - it entered from the belly button and abdominal muscle line, exited from the death door of the chest muscle, and cut open.

Open a piece of hot red liquid.

He followed Fenxiang Huanmeng's knife moves to expand his advantage. If the previous knife was just to open the door, then the next knife would be fatal.

The blade is like a rally car that is cutting corners and accelerating at full speed. It cuts a silky J-shaped line along the solid ribs, cuts the blood supply organ, and stops immediately when it cuts the fat main heart, and immediately changes the line of oil to exit the corner.

Expanding the wound, its end point is the throat of the Lion of God - the throat is constantly beating, and the twisted and deformed three-petal mouth is constantly shaking, and there is another secondary heart. That heart is for the brain of the butterfly.

Organs that supply blood.

A bright and bright "rose" spread out from the tip of Belloberg's knife! It burst into gold and red blazing fire, and the sub-gold substance and red morpho butterfly mixed with the sticky plasma and splashed out together!

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[Part2·Throne Forged in Blood]

Fickwood didn't even know what was happening - it was all happening too fast for him!

It's too fast! The god of death has taken away a life and the guards of the nursery of life.

Moreover, he still hugged this bad old man and tore open the vital parts of Incarnation Butterfly in such an understatement...

When he came to his senses, a stream of colorless and transparent hemostatic gel poured in from the crack in the helmet of the space suit. It could barely provide moisture and heat insulation, followed by the fragrant fantasy seam, which faced Fike.

Wood's tattered armor is stitched with tight stitches——

——The arms of this big steel cat are changeable. After finishing sewing, its arms transform into nozzles, blowing out hot and strong winds.

Jiang Xueming took out his gun and fired three consecutive shots at the entrance of the pit. The angel, who had just emerged, was about to crawl in, but his head had turned into a bloody flower before his wings could be folded. He casually threw a ball of broken glass to his good friend.

Fragrant Fantasy then compared them one by one to identify the luster and transparency of the material. She quickly used Belloberg as the heat source and used the flame blade of the nozzle to cut through the temporary patch of material, as if doing electric welding, and slowly welded it.

Glass blew back into the crack in Fickwood's helmet.

At the same time, while the big steel cat was working hard——

——The gunsmith is on a killing spree, and there are too many monsters and ghosts outside the drilling rig! Too many!

He couldn't get the slightest chance to pull, and there was only about eight meters of playing space in front and back at most. For these monsters with strong bodies, no pain, and extremely fast speed and explosive power, it was too easy to get close to the gunsmith! It was too easy!
To be continued...