Abyss Express

Chapter 694 Kapitel.05 Iron Man·Tetsuo

Foreword:

He stared at the world quietly, planning a revenge plan in his mind.

——Black Sabbath

[Part①·Devil’s Gift]

Treponema pallidum in the mother can be transmitted to the fetus through the placenta. For newborns infected with human immunodeficiency virus, this is a terrible disease that cannot be completely cured.

Let us gain the power of [Regret Medicine] again and let time fly forward three hundred and sixty-five years.

Fred Caesar was born in Senlais on the western continent of Amtlan, in a small fishing village under the Regent Bridge near the sea.

His mother was a prostitute and his father was a thief. They gave birth to this child under extremely primitive production conditions.

To say that the mother and son survived is a miracle of life. As soon as little Fred was born, his mother threw him to the river valley near the village to feed wolves.

As the big devil said——

——His mother has genuine tertiary syphilis, with rashes and sores on her face and nodules on her body. He looks quite a bit like Captain Guagua.

Little Frat has chosen the Hell difficulty since he was born, which seems to have fulfilled his destiny in a certain way. The devil will eventually return to Hell, and living in itself is the beginning of endless pain.

He suffered from meningitis and syphilitic heart disease. The lameness caused by bone and joint pain prevented him from learning to walk at the age of three.

He was born blind in one eye, and his other slightly healthy eye also had symptoms of redness. This made the world in Fred's eyes very different, and everything was bloody.

But he survived, in the freezing early spring of February.

In a small mountain valley outside the village and town valley, an old friend who had returned from Yamitlan to visit relatives and friends found this strong but sick child following the loud cries coming from the mountain stream.

He is Wood Plunk, the adoptive father of Mr. Frate, the teacher of Galahad Magic Academy, and a time-traveler who likes to meddle in other people's business.

God will not pity Fred Caesar and will not take action to save this baby, but Wood Plaque believes that man can conquer nature, so he wants to change the fate of little Fred.

He used the magical power of modern medicine to fight the pallid spirochete of syphilis. In that era, three hundred and sixty-five years ago, there was no panacea from BOSS to help Plaque, and his clinical trials progressed slowly - maybe this baby It is the best test subject.

The research and development of tetracycline and erythromycin, as well as a series of organic compounds, are also on the agenda. This is a good thing for Mr. Wood and for the entire Shambhala, not to mention all aspects of medical and health care or chemical engineering. These medicines can save many lives.

He gave the child a promising name - according to the English translation, it was called Hope (Hope) Pluck (Courage), taking his surname from the professor of Galahad Magic Academy. This son.

At first, the mistress and the eldest daughter of the Pulak family did not approve of this picked wild species. Not only was it a problem with the method of inheriting the family inheritance, but there were also a series of safety and health issues - the illness of the baby was not a problem in Shambhala at that time. The Western Continent is a curse, a vicious spell similar to the one used in legends of gods and monsters to punish unchaste people. It cannot be treated medically, causes lifelong pain, and can be passed on to those close to you.

If Frater was to talk about this matter, it would be up to the big devil himself to make an evaluation.

He might say -

"-If I had known, it might be better to rot on the roadside and be eaten by wolves. Maybe it would be a good thing."

The story goes on like this, Woodpluck is a sharp-tongued man. This immortal old monster is inhumanly harsh and picky towards everyone.

Including the education of his adopted son, he not only wanted to cure little Fret, but also made him a talent, let him see the vast world, and turned him into a real man.

This was Wood Placker's stubbornness, and it was also the standard he set subtly in the process of transforming the Shambhala kingdoms and dealing with the ogres.

The long treatment process was often accompanied by pain. Frett grew up day by day. As Hope Plunk, he followed his father to exercise and study science. He not only learned fencing and equestrian skills, but also learned magic and spells.

The time traveler from the "future" gave little Fred a completely different outlook on life. In his heart, his father was a legend, an absolute authority, and an existence that could not be resisted. The concept of good and evil that transcended the times gave Fred a sense of belonging. Mental mysophobia - He believes that everything in Shambhala is dirty and intolerable. It is a primitive wilderness that needs to be regulated and corrected.

This emotion has always been hidden in Frater's heart, even though Woodpluck had already told his son about it.

Bloodline origin is not a person's soul form. We have many ways to change ourselves and use many tools, such as knowledge, to change our destiny. Little Hope, you can be born in this world and grow up in this land. This is the most important thing. Good example.

But Woodpluck had no way to enter the inner world of his adopted son——

——This political elite also does not have the devil's mind-reading ability.

Just imagine, when Fred Caesar grew up smoothly and reached the age of fifteen or sixteen, he finished reading the Zizhi Tongjian and Roman History, read the life of Caesar the Great, and then looked at the world with these blood-red eyes. He only felt a hot hatred spreading in his body.

This body was ravaged by the disease, and he could not hold his head up in front of his family. Everyone knew that Grand Maester Woodpluck had a deformed child as a test subject. No matter how elegant and funny he behaved at family gatherings, people only Will take Mr. Wood's face into consideration and force a smile on this one-eyed freak.

With the advent of puberty, he also suffered from increasingly severe periostitis, and the awkward posture of walking with a limp for a long time made him increasingly twisted and inferior, even with the support of a heroic father.

The Kingdom of Amitlan in the Western Continent regards Wood Plak as its liberator and the god of agriculture and industry, and he seems to have unlimited prosperity.

Little Fret still has to wear a hood and mask when facing Mr. Wood's relatives to prevent the curse in his body from spreading to his relatives.

Only Woodpluck could have close contact with Frater without taking any protective measures.

Father is not afraid of death, and Fred has long known about the hell contract——

——Wood made a deal with the god Ammon, which is known to everyone. People think that Wood Plunk is the chosen one of the god of fertility, the creator of grain and mead.

He can gain the power to resist death every Sabbath (Saturday), and has extraordinary foresight and amazing talents.

This kind of close contact made little Fret think about it——

——He is not a homosexual, he has the desires of a normal man.

Because of this body, Fred had to say goodbye to his carnal desires. His father's moral precepts warned Fred that this blood curse spreads through love.

[Part②·Too filial]

Hope Plunk's story ends on her seventeenth birthday.

Mr. Wood made a complete set of prosthetic eyes for his son, and seventeen years of medical research has made some progress, but it still cannot cure the terminal disease of syphilis in little Frat.

Fred's internal organs were overwhelmed and he had been fighting the disease for so long. He relied solely on his will to survive and his pure love for his father to support this belief.

It was this set of artificial eyes that broke through Frater's defenses. Mr. Wood polished the pyroxene himself for his son, and gave him various colors and shapes of eyeballs for him to choose from.

This limping young man can occasionally get some praise in Galahad Magic Academy - as a psyker, he has a tough mind that is different from ordinary people, and he has very excellent psychic talents.

This set of pyroxene jewelry is more like a token of love sent by his father, which completely deteriorates the family ties in Fred's heart. At this moment, he hopes that he is a poor girl living in the world and being rescued by heroes.

He wanted to leave everything to his father.

Twisted love turned into a guillotine, completely severing the connection between father and son.

Woodpluck couldn't figure out why the picked-up child had such an unfaithful love for him and had such unrealistic fantasies.

What about little Fret who was severely rejected?

Just like every challenger who gives up when he hits the wall——

——He gave up quickly. After all, warriors who broke through the southern wall were not common, and there were a lot of cowards who turned back early.

He began to doubt himself, others, and even his father.

He began to feel sorry for himself, even though he had achieved some achievements in Galahad's psychic disciplines, even though this rotten rotten flesh in his terminally ill body seemed to be salvageable, he just needed a little patience.

He learned path dependence and studied hard in the field of the unity of staff and stone in Galahad's early days. Following his father's family history, he became obsessed with devil knowledge. He wanted to find an opportunity to completely change this body and learn about the original. A kind of obsession.

Four years later, the 21-year-old Hope Plunk already possessed soul power and a [Mage Hand] - but this ridiculous trick seemed unable to change his fate.

He lost his real name and changed from a young and promising Lapis Lazuli Bachelor to [Deva·Pergret Butterfly] in the Nine Hells.

The high temperature of more than 1,200 degrees Celsius completely killed the pale spiral in Fred Caesar's body, and also made his Homo sapiens body completely dead - reshaping a devil's body, and he was completely lost. The rational and wise man of the Blue Stone, like his adoptive father, became a slave to the devil.

More than three hundred years later, Fred Caesar is still running his own business. From a little-known little devil, he has become the Marquis of the Nine Hells with powerful powers and full wings. The human account book is filled with grudges and debts. His minions and followers are precious gifts given to him by Gaia's mother.

He still believes in what Wood Placker said - knowledge changes destiny.

It's just that this process requires a little bit of human touch and people-centeredness, just like Mr. Wood wants to use him for experiments. Under the guise of saving others and accomplishing their own goals, this is what religions do.

Overcoming the shackles of time and space, we returned to another Laijin and pushed the camera into the embankment and into the oval sewer tunnel.

Jason Megan waded through the sticky slurry, stepped onto the solid concrete floor, and made his way in the dark and hot cave.

"It stinks to heaven!"

Katyusha followed her employer and complained together: "I almost vomited! Oh my god! My husband! Can't you find some simple and easy work? Can't you leave this to Daniel and the others?" "

"That's not possible!" Jason responded: "For the devil, the magic pool is a top priority - either the terrain is steep and easy to defend and difficult to attack, or it is heavily guarded with traps. These young people don't understand the pain of overcoming difficulties. , I don’t want to see meaningless casualties.”

Ahao laughed and said: "Hahaha! So Uncle Jason! You kept me by your side! I am the most powerful one!"

"No." Jason denied flatly and analyzed with reason: "The devil always likes to leave gentle and decent housekeepers on the surface and hide vicious monsters underground - you are more suitable to deal with monsters than Daniel."

"Are you praising me?!" Ahao became excited.

"He doesn't seem to understand what I'm talking about." Jason rolled his eyes.

At the corner of the underground waterway, a few people squeezed into the eye of the storm, and their vision immediately broadened.

This is a vast space, which seems to be an ancient relic extending from the early Queshan tombs. After simple transformation, it has become the underground sewer valve access joint of Dongma Port.

Mr. Jason's inspiration is keen and he immediately noticed something abnormal here——

——There is not only the stench of feces and urine in the air, but also the smell of bitter almonds.

The characteristics of this smell are described in detail in "The Great Split of All Things·Bowen Qiangji Volume·Devil's Minions".

"They are subordinates of the devil. There are nocturnal beasts nearby. They have fat venom glands and are not afraid of bullets."

Before Jason could finish speaking——

——Ahao draws his gun and shoots!

This rough man looked to be in his early twenties. Under the reflection of the gun flame, his innocent expression immediately turned cautious and serious.

After knocking out four bullets from the young eagle, Jason stood up straight from his crouched and low-lying state. He wanted to see the nocturnal beast in the shadows clearly, so he quickly reminded Ahao.

"Don't mess around"

"Did I miss?!" Ahao was a little anxious.

Jason: "No, conventional firepower can't kill them. You just follow the [Law of Thunder and Fire]."

The so-called law of thunder and fire is also the content of the great rupture of all things. This part was co-written by Old Bones and Gunsmith.

Except for the spiritual bodies and physical bodies associated with underground volcanoes, most other products of spiritual disasters are unable to resist thunder, lightning and fire. When humans mastered fire and thunder, they lit up the candles of civilization.

Huge sound and light impact, sudden changes in electric and magnetic fields, high temperature and high pressure flame explosions, these are all common methods for killing disaster beasts, destroying Vita Brand derivatives, and dealing with monsters.

If conventional firepower cannot cause effective damage, then you have to find a way to add other damage to the bullets.

Before Uncle Qingjin finished speaking, Ahao changed his main weapon and drew his gun again!

At the same time, classmate Liu Xiaomin, who was watching the changes, finally woke up from the slow state and started shooting in coordination with the vanguard soldiers in the team.

The two men pointed their guns toward the sky, shooting at an angle of almost 80 degrees. In this disadvantageous shooting state, the hit rate was frighteningly high!

The main weapons of both of them are ordinary customized Akm, which is a gift given to the students by the gunsmith teacher. Sixteen gunshots rang out, and three charred corpses fell down from the complicated pipeline road.

The armor-piercing incendiary bombs shattered the heads of these monsters, and when they fell under the light source, their true bodies looked like monsters made of pieced together human flesh, similar to night beasts with the shape of a serval and sharp teeth and claws.

"There's more!" Ah Hao, with sharp eyes and quick hands, turned the muzzle of the gun and repositioned it.

In the flash of lightning, Jason Megan didn't even react.

Four targets rushed toward him in mid-air. Brother Hao really tightened the trigger and fired continuously. At the same time, a purple-red spiritual arm emerged from his arm, and he forcibly stabilized the muzzle of the jumping gun.

The incendiary bombs drew many bright flames in the air and hit these small targets firmly, causing the nocturnal beasts to explode in the air and turn into a rain of blood——

"--hiss!"

Jason was frightened and gasped. Wendy Mills was not around. It would be a bit difficult for him to use thermal weapons to deal with these monsters. These devil sentries are small in size and fast, so it would be difficult for him to do so. Aim and position.

When Ahao saw Jason's expression, he thought there were other enemies.

"What's wrong?! Uncle Jason? Your inspiration is stronger! Is there any fish that slipped through the net?"

Liu Xiaomin raised her gun and was on low alert, protecting the VIP behind her.

"Tell me the direction!"

Katyusha pointed out the corpses on the webway platform clearly. Under the light source, the strong muscles of these nocturnal beasts gradually loosened, lost their charm, and turned into shredded meat.

Feeling no other abnormal spiritual pressure, the fat sister let out a joke.

"So filial"

Ah Hao asked doubtfully: "Filial piety?"

Jason suddenly felt relieved——

"——My little waiter is praising you."

"The students taught by the gunsmith and the crying general"

"This shooting technique and this positioning are so filial!"