Abyss Express

Chapter 710 Mission①·One of the Waiters

Foreword:

The grapes are not ripe and must be sour.

[Part①·The deep love between father and son]

"Sex Bomb·Sexy bomb!"

"Just right! Pierce the heart and marrow! Blast it to pieces!"

Fiery red flames quickly exploded and spread from the lower limbs of the bat-shaped monster, and a bright rose bloomed at an altitude of more than 300 meters.

Fred Caesar's left leg was blown off on the spot. The devil endured the severe pain and looked at his shaky father in disbelief - looking at the mortal enemy that he could not let go of in his life.

Only the two thick toe claws of his right leg were connected to the rotten flesh of Mr. Wood's shoulders and neck. His body was rising and falling in the manic and scorching sea wind, and he would fall into the abyss at any time and turn into a ball of foam in the waves.

There are still many bone stab wounds on his face. The devil's left ankle was blasted by the sexy bomb's psychic energy and turned into a grenade - at such a close distance, Wood himself would also be affected by the explosion. Fragment damage. His shoulder and neck were still penetrated by the toe bones. Even with the help of a panacea, the devil's essence in his body could not be removed in a short period of time.

Frater cursed: "You lunatic!"

"Is this the first day you met me?" The penetrating wound on Wood Placker's shoulder splattered with patches of blood, and he held down Frater's ankle again - about to carry out a second blast. operate.

Frate panicked and hurriedly leaned forward to dive, trying to unbalance Woodpluck by changing his flight attitude.

"If you fall from this height, you will die without any body! Wood Plaque! What on earth do you want to do?!"

"I can't live without hibiscus bloodstone in my life. It is my pyroxene, boy Hope." Wood lost his balance, and a huge force caused his body to tilt sideways, like a blue sheep falling into the sharp claws of an eagle bird. His body was swept up by the sudden dive and flew across the sky, "It is a red stone, the color closest to the crazy butterfly. Both madness and bravery dominate me and help me."

“Today is not Saturday, it is not the Sabbath—and the God of Abundance cannot save my life. This wakes me up and fills me with determination.”

"Fate has brought me to this stupid son of yours, how could I let this opportunity go so easily?"

"Hope! Open your dog eyes and see clearly! Look at me! Look at yourself! Look at this sky and earth!"

The big devil was flustered, as if the person hanging on his toes and swaying in the wind was not Wood, but himself.

From this height, many urban areas in Dongma Port can be seen in full view. There are about forty fishing boats just sailing offshore. Because of the strong psychic tide, the surrounding fish schools become active according to the strange geomagnetic environment.

The rainy weather seems to be foretelling the coming tropical storm. Whether it is an organized and disciplined fishing fleet or a scattered fishermen going out to sea to hunt for treasure, they seem to completely ignore the strange flying devil in the air and seem to be unable to see the trapped fish. The crying general on the beach - For these uninspired people, no matter how gorgeous and magical the spells cast by the gods are, they cannot compare with the joy of the harvest before the flood season.

Under the coastal watch tower, a mother and daughter were teasing their infant child. On one side of the aqueduct, more than twenty fishermen and peasant women gathered, talking and laughing, picking up sticks, splashing water and knocking on their clothes.

After the death of Incarnation Die, as soon as the patrol team of Huacheng Bay morning market peeked out, small workers from all walks of life came to the steamer shop to get money in exchange for food, even though the hot war area where General Weeping was located was only more than 180 meters away from them.

"What kind of monster did I raise?" Wood Plunk murmured, and the strong wind blew away his blond hair, blowing out a pair of angry eyes: "You always think that your tricks can turn the whole world upside down. How many times do you rely on it? Zhang Contract can firmly hold their lives by relying on ridiculous devilish agreements. These are all living beings that you look down on. You never care about these people, but I do! "

"Don't you dare come to the Nine Realms to cause trouble for me, hide in Dongma Port to suck blood and eat meat, be your landowner, and be your little prince - all your power comes from their essence, organize your team of attendants , you don’t need anyone to build your stinky demon pool! But you think this is a matter of course? Show off your beauty to me without shame!”

"You are the son I raised with my own hands. When I spent half my life fighting for the various states of Shambhala and the many administrative regions of the Nine Realms, seeking common happiness for the destiny of mankind - you idiot, for your selfish and ridiculous Dignity turned into a man-eating monster without a second thought.”

"The one who should be filled with hatred is me, Hope."

"The original seed took away my little son, leaving only this empty shell without a soul, and this extremely vicious amber butterfly."

"What does it mean to hurt myself with [Sex Bomb·Sex Bomb]?"

“It’s my soul, it’s my essence—a powder keg ready to explode.”

The fascia of his right arm was affected by the panacea. The moment Wood regained control of his arm, he tore off the tattered sleeve and waved the sleeve rag with all his strength.

"Blow it up!"

The spherical flame almost scorched half of Fret's body——

——Although he is a devil from the Nine Hells, part of the essence that makes up the physical body of the material plane still comes from the creation of the devil pool and the flesh and blood sacrifices of mortals.

He can be reborn from the magic pool again, but the damage he deserves will not be less at all.

The sleeves were catalyzed by the [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] and detonated. The sudden shock wave scattered the dense water vapor around them, and the golden red threads turned into tongues of fire. The high temperature and high pressure caused by the explosion process left the father and son covered with bruises.

Wood's arm was disabled again, and the fifteen milliliters of panacea were put to good use. His body was constantly being tortured and recovering.

When the broken arm spat out some thick black blood, fresh granulation immediately grew, and then the bones and tendons slowly regenerated, covering it with skin and nails.

Fret's ears were bleeding from this zero-range blast attack, and the whole devil was stunned. He still maintained his diving posture and lost a memory, like a boxer whose brain was suddenly hit hard, and his consciousness was fragmented.

The devil led Wood to the beach and quickly fell to the ground. In this lifeless environment, Wood Plunk still did not give up the struggle - he took another bag of panacea reserve from the left stand collar of his coat, bit open the plastic seal and drank. Get supplies. Almost at the same time, he tightly covered the hook bone toe on the shoulder of his right arm.

This was the last concern that kept him entangled with Fred, and it was also the talisman that kept him flying and not falling into the sea to pieces.

"Blow it up!"

Half of his body was swallowed up by the flames, half of his hair was burned off along with his face, and five sharp claws as thick as bottle caps exploded into sparks all over the sky——

——He fell rapidly towards the gray ocean. A few seconds before he was about to hit the cold water, he tore off the rotten flesh from the hole in his shoulder, took the sticky black blood in his palm as a bomb catalyst, and pressed the detonation switch!

In an instant, a raging Worthington jet appeared on the sea level. It was a column of water that rose straight into the sky from below the sea level due to rapid changes in underwater pressure.

On the scenic side of the beach, the pilot boy rode his bicycle for more than two thousand meters. Just as he was about to return to the post office street, he saw a strong wind blowing from the beach, and a bloody old man with injuries all over his body fell from the water column. patron.

Woodpluck fell to the side of the road and rolled about ten meters away. He stood up holding on to the guardrail, pulled out a few claws from the ball socket joint of his left arm, and lifted his arm hard. The arm was finally usable.

He took out a panacea injection from the miscellaneous package at his waist - it was still the standard crimp needle formulated by the gunsmith, and plunged it into the main artery of the neck.

He saw his golden hair growing wildly like weeds. The lost man, whose ears were bleeding, was once again resurrected with full health. He kicked off his leather shoes with leaky soles and took out a white copper staff made of hibiscus bloodstone and stone from his coat.

Before the pilot guy could say anything——

——Frett Caesar, who was also in a state of embarrassment, flapped his fleshy wings again and swooped in with a strong wind.

In just one or two seconds, Wood Plunk summoned this rough and savage demon with strange power to carry him all the way into the courtyard of the old city, shattering two courtyard walls, sending out smoke and dust all over the ground, and finally crashing into the fabric. In the dyeing pool of the workshop.

[Part②·Three Prisoners]

Fred Caesar had completely lost his mind and could no longer laugh.

His adoptive father's psychic skills frustrated him physically, and his continuous verbal humiliation made him mentally injured.

In fact, what he wants is very simple, just a word of affirmation, some comfort, or simply recognition as an enemy or opponent.

He didn't want to hear a word of Wood Placker's great ideals——

——Since we can’t eat grapes, the grapes must be sour.

People will gain happiness because of their father, but this happiness never belongs to Hope Plunk.

Maybe there is a little bit of warmth of family affection, but more of it is resentment and hatred that cannot be obtained.

The successive explosions cracked the floor tiles around the dye pool, and two weak figures rushed out of the water.

Wood stood up and wanted to crack the unfilial son's head with a white copper stick, but found that his arm was bent and broken while performing the blasting operation underwater, and he could not hold the stick firmly and fell to the ground.

Fred was paralyzed on the side of the purification pool, his eyes blinded by the bright red dye. He held his arms on the slippery floor. The moment he locked onto his father through psychic induction, he began to recite spells and cast spells - to use curses to Deal with this psyker who is unafraid of pain and death.

The next second his jaw was bruised and he asked Wood to kick the door.

To lock Frater's head with [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb], Wood had to touch the devil's head with his fleshy palm. He struggled with this powerful ghost, his eyes were soaked with dye, and he could only I saw a vague shadow struggling.

And Freder did not give up. This strong body has a too thin head. He constantly used the power of [Helping hand·Arm Force] to reduce his father's shooting range, compress Wood's arm, and turn the fatal detonation switch. position.

Both of their psychic powers are limited by their range and require complete chirality to activate. Under the influence of the panacea, Wood's left arm gradually grew a complete nodule and a mass on the injured area, which healed itself after it was completely refracted. Before using it, the experienced magician professor rolled away from the devil again, keeping a relatively safe distance to adjust his physical state.

Once Fret's mouth is free again, he will start to recite the spell again, hoping to kill his opponent with the power of the Gray Butterfly. But after the two separated, it was difficult for him to locate Wood Plaque.

The blood-red dye blinded him, and he was unable to see clearly the specific things in the dyeing area of ​​the workshop. Surrounded by dyeing ponds and long poles for drying cloth, Wood Plunk's spiritual pressure became weaker and weaker——

——This is a method to stop psychic reactions, eliminate soul power fluctuations to hide the aura, and restore normalcy to ordinary people. It can enable psykers to avoid detection by creatures in the hell world.

"Hiding? Father? Why? Are you afraid?"

Frater stopped chanting the curse and began to speak in human language while inspecting the damage done to various parts of his body.

"Afraid that I will use the devil's stunts to deal with you? Do you admit that I am powerful?"

"Hmph. Hehehehe. Hehehe. Hahahahaha!~"

The fleshy wing from the right shoulder blade to the waist on one side of his body has been completely broken off, the chest and spine are curved sideways, and seven ribs are broken. His two legs have just grown out, and he cannot maintain his balance at all - this is why The reason why Woodpluck can suppress the devil with the physical qualities of Homo sapiens.

Frater was half paralyzed by the dye pool, leaning on the pillar of the cloth workshop pavilion, and slowly got up.

He fell into the shallows from a height of more than 200 meters. His bones were shattered and his internal organs were almost thrown out of his body. He did not have time to adjust his injured body. He relied on his supernatural healing ability to immediately pursue Wood. Killing, this hatred drove him, controlled him, and chased his father desperately.

He has devil vision and can detect the flow of spiritual elements in the air——

——If Wood Placker activates his soul power again and uses the power of [Sex·Bomb·Sexy Bomb], even if the pair of naked eyes cannot see any light, he can still locate his father through the spirit element.

The panacea can only help the brave to have the same level of regeneration and self-healing vitality as the monster - it is not the key to defeating the enemy.

Wood still has four shots of panacea in his hand. Each shot counts as a chance to resurrect with full health. Each shot is the basic condition for [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] to perform zero-distance blasting.

He stood motionless between the narrow passage between the red dye pool and the cloth drying area, choosing a position facing the wind. This place could avoid the sea breeze and prevent the smell and pheromones on his body from falling into the devil's nose.

His condition was equally bad. The stick was still at Fred Caesar's feet. His eyes were completely blind when he was immersed in the dye bath. He could not see anything - he could only rely on his strong memory to judge the direction and adapt to the terrain.

For a spellcaster, it may only take a moment to decide the winner.

Perhaps the spellcasters of the Magic Academy, these psychics who are good at chanting sutras, chanting incantations, and manipulating psychic mediums, will also open up the practice in a big way, casting various psychic skills at a relatively safe distance, so that you can come and see me. Fight for dozens of rounds.

But for talented spellcasters, for devils like Wood Plunk and Frater, they have spent their entire lives studying their soul power and doing various spellcasting exercises around this talent. It is the Magic Academy. Magic that cannot be copied or learned.

It may only take a second or two for Wood to find the right explosive, quickly approach Frater, and use the sexy bomb to blow the devil's head to pieces.

The situation is the same for Fred Caesar. As long as he can lock Wood Plunk's position, place all the curse power of this devil's body in a death curse spell, and use [Helping hand·Arm Force] to deal with him, Compress the blood-boiling spell into six syllables - and then reborn from the magic pool, you can fly back to Bufang leisurely and take a good look at your father's body, which is full of ulcers and boiling blood.

"Don't you dare come out to see me?!"

Frater cursed——

"——Coward! You don't deserve the name Pluck!"

"Wood! Wood! Wood! Get out!"

"Just answer me! Just one sentence! Are you so scared that you don't dare to say anything?"

"My physical body is constantly regaining strength! And you will only get weaker and weaker."

"Aren't you anxious at all? You"

Just when the two were deadlocked and in trouble, a deaf-mute boy slowly walked out from the spinning and cloth-making area. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He couldn't find a suitable job and came to the cloth workshop to make a living. The last step of washing yarn.

Many workers gathered in the spinning room and at the other end of the yarn-washing canal. They pushed this helpless young man out and asked the deaf-mute man to see what was going on.

As a result, people opened their doors and windows, and when they saw Fret, the ferocious devil, they immediately retreated into the house, leaving the mute boy alone in a panic outside the door - shouting as much as he wanted, with no words coming out of his hoarse throat. I can knock on the door, but I can’t cry much anymore.

"Wood!~" Fret could feel the living creatures approaching, and he had fun and thought of a plan: "It seems that another poor man has come to us due to the arrangement of fate. The voice is a boy, and the two of us Prisoner, put in a cage—"

"——Then who will he help? Help you or help me? You must be planning a conspiracy, right? Want to use this boy to deliver bombs?! Help you transport some small gifts to give to me? Right? You have always been This is the kind of person"

Frater has the advantage of speaking. He will never give up the opportunity and immediately shout to the source of the sound.

"Hey! Young man! You see a man. He is about six and a half feet tall. He is a foreigner with blond hair."

"But he should be almost the same as me now. His hair and skin are dyed red by the water in this pool."

"Where is he? Where is he?"

"If only you could tell me"

"I am the owner of Tequila Sunrise Hotel in Dongma Port! I am also the guardian of the Governor."

"I can make you gain glory and wealth, let you drink wine and eat meat, wield a murderous sword when you wake up, and lie drunk on the knees of beautiful women!"

"The bastards who kicked you out of the workshop must kneel in front of you and apologize!"

"Which one of these girls in the cloth shop do you like? I'll strip her naked and send her to your bed!"

"You are the master of this place from now on!"

Woodpluck still did not act rashly. He gestured to the deaf-mute boy in sign language——

——It’s a pity that this boy can’t even understand sign language. Perhaps the boy has never learned this set of body movements since he was a child.

"damn it!"

Fred heard the babbling cry and finally understood that this was a mute.

"Useless trash!"