Chapter 722 Zugabe Day Becomes Night Day and Night

Chapter 722 Zugabe② [Day Becomes Night·Day and Night]

Preface:

Organisms are blood and flesh machines created by genes.

Life is short, but genes are immortal.

——Richard Dawkins丨"The Selfish Gene"

[Part①·Burning Flames]

Four hours later, in front of a foreign pub called "End of the World Club" in Huacheng Bay, Dongma Port, a bloody arm opened a manhole cover made of wrought iron.

The sticky naked body slid out of it. He seemed to have experienced several changes in strange gravity. It looked like "falling all the way naturally", from right below to right above - the blood, mud and flesh on his body bounced into the air with this special gravity when he jumped out of the manhole cover, and was tightly grasped by the earth.

Wood Prak climbed back from hell again.

The thermonuclear reaction of the MK-28 air-blast hydrogen bomb did not kill him, or rather - he was already dead.

In that strange spirit world, in the stratum area covered by the nuclear explosion fireball, no spirit or monster could survive, whether it was Fret Caesar or the children of the apostles raised by Lamashtu, they all turned into ashes.

Perhaps the evil banshee can reshape her body through the power of faith in the material plane. This legendary monster that has a far-reaching influence in human history has much stronger vitality.

But for Wood Prak, he died more than two hundred times in just four hours.

A group of evil winds gathered tiny dust, merged into a surging stream, condensed water vapor into the flesh and blood configuration of the gene map, and turned the man back into a human form.

Just like the Amon Chosen God described in the Shambhala native god and monster epic - he can indeed live, and this material form is more domineering and barbaric than the blessing brought by the immortal rune.

But this also brought pain that ordinary people can hardly imagine, and torture that ordinary people can hardly endure.

Several times, before the bones and internal organs had time to regenerate, this rough body of flesh crawled on the hot slope, killed by the high temperature left by the nuclear bomb, and quickly turned into a piece of roasted meat.

Later, as the ambient temperature gradually dropped, from the 1,400-degree blazing fire to the 300-degree slow fire roasting, this body of bones and muscles could not last more than ten seconds, and could only make a slight sideways roll, and immediately turned back into steaming white meat paste.

He died and died again and again in the sixth level of the heretic prison where Lamashtu was located, and he had not had time to grow precious eyes, otherwise he would have seen his shriveled and charred corpse scattered all over the ground.

In the second half of the death game, he had lost most of his sanity, and only hoped that the blessing of the god Amon would spare him once, let him die forever, and leave the persecution of the blood and flesh curse forever - just like the elves of the Light Sound Heaven, who only have material bodies after eating the fat of the earth, can enjoy joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and feel pain and pleasure. He didn't want to live anymore.

He no longer wanted to be a human being, and suffering had crushed his mind.

For Wood Prak, the arrival of the Sabbath was not a good thing. It seemed that he had the blessing of immortal gods, but the responsibility brought by this power was equally heavy - to live happily and die painfully.

After 102 death rolls, we can temporarily understand that this zombie crawled and squirmed from the sixth hell with difficulty, exhausted these 102 lives (in the previous 100 times, even moving his fingers was a luxury) - finally maintained a relatively moist state, and returned to the material plane from this funnel-shaped strange spirit world.

He had many fragments of organs of the hell world demons hanging on his body, and the more courageous obstacles were all blown up by [Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] - most of the smarter demons heard the roar of the nuclear bomb and hid in the magic cave and palace under the cliff of the third ring boundary of the seventh layer of hell.

He fell all the way down and fell out of the sewer manhole cover - although only four hours had passed, it seemed like centuries to him.

The children of Galahad Magic Academy all thought that Professor Wood had a strange personality, perhaps because of this experience of often actively going to die. His body could not leave scars, but his heart had countless invisible scars.

Waking up from the state of will collapse, Wood climbed up with his bare buttocks, first using all his strength to close the heavy manhole cover, and then opened it again and again to confirm - to ensure that this temporary hell gate would not open again, and no evil demons would escape from it.

He crawled to the reception area of ​​the bar, and under the eyes of the shop owner, he wiped the filth on his body with a carpet, and opened the cheap beer barrel of the "Safe Haven (temporary awning for homeless people)", turned on the tap, opened his mouth and drank it.

"Hey! Sir! Are you okay?" The shop owner was a Westerner named Gregory, a native of the Shambhala West Continent. He looked like a kind uncle and was very curious about Wood's experience.

What happened? Why did God send this blond man covered in blood to the door of the bar?

Wood did not answer. He was hungry and thirsty. The pain he had suffered in the prison world still remained in his body, causing his muscles and nerves to tremble slightly.

His physical essence had been replaced almost two hundred times, and he was simply unable to adapt to this new limb.

Despite this, he was still determined and persistent, exhausting his energy to slowly carve the flash butterfly tattoo on his neck.

[Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb] continues to take effect on the right hand. As the thumb of the left hand gently presses the detonation switch again and again, the fingertips stick to the skin of the neck, and the nails explode weak sparks little by little, leaving pieces in the dermis. The blackened carbon stains gradually turned into the pattern of a Morpho butterfly flapping its wings.

"Great God Amon!" The bar owner covered his face and exclaimed——

——This is the chosen one of Amun recognized by all the countries in the Western Continent. He is like the savior Jesus, the biological son of the gods.

For the Westerners in Shambhala and the believers who believe in the sun god, Wood Plaque's Morpho butterfly tattoo and superpowers are both characteristics of a messenger of the gods.

The boss quickly picked up Wood and wanted to take good care of the son of God. Maybe the Tianya Haijiao Club will become a new Dionysian church in the future! Become one of the top tourist attractions in East Malaysia!

"I'm lucky! Hahahahahaha!~"

With this thought in mind, Woodpluck's head hit the door frame hard, his fragile neck was broken, and he died on the spot.

"Holy shit!" Boss Gregory turned pale with fright, and asked in a low voice to the angel in his arms: "Are you okay?"

This kind of "painless" fatal injury is all too common for Woodplake on Saturday.

The swollen neck joints reset themselves with a click, and Mr. Wood, who had just left his body, exhaled a breath of evil and came back to life.

"It's okay. Just be gentle next time."

"Of course." The hospitable boss Gregory then walked in and saw the little maid Ollie coming out with a plate of bell pepper barbecue and a sharp knife and fork between her fingers.

The big boss scolded: "Oli! How can you hold the tableware like this?! It's very dangerous!"

Miss Ollie came to East Malaysia from the West to work. In the past few years, she still has not been cured of the measles caused by the acclimatization. She also has no time to rest on the Sabbath. She was already in a bad mood. When she saw the boss hugging such a homeless man and entering the door, she immediately shouted: .

"What's wrong! What's wrong with me holding the knife and fork like this to deliver the food?! Working at four in the morning is a shame for you! Don't be so shameless!"

She was so angry that she lost her mind, tore up the delivery order number, and shook her hand violently——

——The cutlery between the fingers turned into a hidden weapon and flew towards Boss Gregory's chest.

The boss didn't show up either and quickly hugged Mr. Wood as a human shield.

Ms. Olly's face turned pale with fright. The moment she realized that she lost control of her emotions, it was already too late.

"Ho!——"

She gasped and immediately regretted it. She shouldn't have been so impulsive and let anger dominate her mind.

"Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah!"

Wood was stabbed through the back of the heart with a table knife. It would not have hurt the heart, but Mr. Gregory picked up the envoy and protected his face with such a lift. Just in time, the knife penetrated into the ventricle through the gap in the lower half of the ribs. .

"Are you okay?"

"Mr. Wood."

Wood's expression did not change at all. He awkwardly turned his hand away, first pulled out the steel fork on his butt, held his breath, and slowly pulled the knife at the back of his body away from his body.

He responded casually: "When will I die in your hands for the third time? I'm even looking forward to it."

When Ms. Olly saw Mr. Wood and saw clearly the tattoo on the neck of the divine messenger, she looked surprised and happy.

"Boss! This..."

Gregory nodded: "Yes, it's Mr. Wood! Mr. Wood Plunk!"

"Oh! I grew up listening to his stories! Oh my God!" Ms. Ollie quickly put down her dinner plate and looked at the frail man's handsome face expectantly: "It's exactly the same as what is depicted in religious art paintings."

The legends of gods and monsters in the Western Continent describe the chosen one of Amon as just like an ordinary person.

He will be in pain, he will be scared, he will die, but he will be resurrected on Saturday.

In addition, he knows some psychic magic and is an alchemist with excellent spell talents.

Like most Lennon natives, he has a tall nose and red cheeks like a white-skinned plateauer. He grows sorghum all year round and has a strong smell of sweat.

He has a pair of opal-like, deep blue eyes like the sea, and he likes to tell bad jokes.

The most important thing is that no matter where he goes, this divine messenger always thinks of the farmers and workers, and will always find ways to get some seeds and machinery - just like the mission of God Amon, the sun always brings a good harvest, and the sun always brings good harvests. Always driving away disease, the sun makes life flourish.

"Really!" Ms. Ollie picked up the knife and stabbed Wood in the heart.

Wood: "Don't"

He spoke too slowly.

Ollie said excitedly: "It seems that there is no bleeding, and it will heal immediately!"

Wood: "Please."

Another cut, the skin cracked and squeezed outward, forcing the blade out of the body. Then it closed like jelly, and the muscles bit together, and then healed without medicine.

Gregory smiled excitedly and said: "That's right! This is the chosen one of Amon! We are going to make a fortune! Ollie! You know! He is a walking advertisement for the ends of the world!"

"Wow!" Ms. Ollie finally stopped her hand of torture, threw away the knife and cheered, "Okay!~"

Wood came to his senses and whispered to the store owner: "Your clerk just killed me seven times, and now you are planning to use me as a guest at the advertising exhibition. I feel that before communicating with you, I need to give myself a beast communication spell."

In this subtle and retarded story atmosphere——

——It must be said that Wood’s work in the Western Continent of Shambhala is still somewhat effective.

At least these natives from the West did not treat him as a prize given to mortals by the great god Amun, nor did they skin him, cut his bones, boil him and eat him on the spot.

They became more civilized, able to read and write, and had the courage to come to another, more barbaric Eastern Continent to make a living.

"Boss! Barbecue!" A soldier from the Dragoon Regiment came to the door and raised the cat money in his hand, "Where is my barbecue!?"

In this way, Mr. Wood escaped from the hands of his fellow villagers, made a long circle, returned to the temporary military station, and lay on the hospital bed with Jason Megan.

There are many episodes in this story, and there are many changes that make people laugh or cry.

The soldiers of the corps bought this "flesh and blood of the gods" from Mr. Gregory with great effort from the boss. The boss was still unwilling to accept the money, so he invited the most powerful painters and photographers in Dongma Port. After taking photos with Mr. Wood, I drew a sketch and copied it, and finally reluctantly let go.

Ms. Ollie specially marked and labeled the spring door frame.

[The doorframe breaks Wood Placker's neck. ]

The oak barrels at the haven are also labeled.

[The messenger of God drinks wine here to survive. This barrel of wine is the holy wine from the ends of the earth. ]

Knives and forks are each labeled with new prices and new text descriptions.

[The knife killed the messenger seven times and sold it for fifty-six thousand ears. ]

[The fork tasted the angel's buttocks and was sold for 125,000 ears. ]

[Part②·Take them home]

After returning to the military station, Wood regained some strength and completed detailed mission records with the scout corps, leaving audio of the close-up observation of the nuclear explosion.

After regaining consciousness in his legs, he immediately climbed out of bed without any intention of resting. There were other tasks waiting for him.

The first priority is to confirm the safety of General Crying and the physical and mental state of Ao Mingde.

When he arrived at the temporary command post set up in the military station, Wood happened to see the BOSS who was taking oxygen and the crying general who looked depressed.

"Pulak" BOSS didn't look happy. His whole body was limp and slumped on the knees of the crying general, slumped on a ball of soft goose feather pillows.

Wood: "My little kitten, how dare you come to this place?"

BOSS: "Can you put on your clothes first and then talk to me?"

Wood looked down and saw that he was covered in a layer of cold surgical clothes, with only two strips of cloth covering his body.

After about ten minutes, he changed into new clothes and hurriedly returned to the military station from the residence. Aohun Mingde's condition was much better, and he seemed to be gradually adapting to this strange land.

"Seeing that you are in such a hurry, do you want to go to the magic pool again?" BOSS raised his paw and asked Wood to help him up.

Wood quickly put the oxygen bottle and BOSS back into his arms.

"Phoenix (Su Ling's code name) didn't accompany you?"

The BOSS responded weakly: "She is needed in the southeast theater. After confirming that the MK-28 detonated successfully, she left overnight - to rush back to the front line."

Wood picked up the topic and said, "I'm going to get my stuff back, and these evil things need to be dealt with properly."

"Let's go together." BOSS insisted on going with Wood.

Return to the embankment of Si Yao's shop and the sewer outlet.

Under the protection of two groups of soldiers, Wood walked into Fred Caesar's lair with the BOSS in his arms.

They came to the patio where the Lingyun team expelled the nocturnal beasts, climbed up the patio, and walked more than 700 meters toward the Dionysian Church. They saw an underground palace cave similar to the Queshan ruins.

The last time Wood used his soul power to hold the nuclear bomb and jump into the magic pool, he didn't have time to take a closer look. This time he finally had time to sort out his adopted son's belongings.

"The father of the Horcrux is the sixteen pyroxenes you gave to Hope." BOSS was full of curiosity and wanted to know more about this think tank staff: "The iron tire bow is also your teaching tool, like this spell mage, this My adopted son pays special attention to you when it comes to constructing Horcruxes."

When we arrived at the breeding pool and the transformation room, there was a lot of cold, smelly flesh and blood hanging on the shelves as a medium for the apostle creatures.

"What are these numb steel nails?" BOSS has read Jason Megan's mission record.

Among the four Horcruxes, there is a terrifying butcher with a fat head and a spiked helmet, who is called numb steel spike by the dead souls.

"I want Hope to stand up, stand up like a normal person." Wood's expression became complicated as he talked about this past event, and there was sadness in his eyes: "In his 26th spine, and in his left leg Twelve nails in the knee.”

"I don't have a panacea. If I want to cure his deformed joints so that he can walk and stand like a normal person and face life with his head held high, we must add steel plates and hammer nails."

"I love him"

"I deeply love this adopted son. He should be my successor and the hope for the future."

"His magic talent is great, and his spell talent is not bad either."

These twelve steel nails took away most of the pain sensation in Hope's lower body and allowed him to stand up successfully. However, the physical deformity was cured, but the inner deformity was incurable.

BOSS gently patted Aiqing on the shoulder and stood up with all his strength.

"I can understand that feeling."

At this moment, no matter how strong Wood Placker is, he will shed tears——

——Hope Plunk was born into a poor family, but Mr. Wood never believed in the power of blood.

He thought about whether it was possible to liberate people from genetic slavery.

Most of Shambhala's history of blood and tears comes from selfish genes. People live according to their parents' ways, and live according to their family's expectations through endless reincarnations, a horrific reincarnation of human cannibalism.

Maybe Hope can break this shackles and become a role model.

His genetic disease can be cured slowly with medication over a period of twenty-five to thirty-five years.

His crippled body can be reshaped with steel, allowing him to truly forget the pain his biological parents caused him.

Genes are selfish, but human beings can carry out social activities with pure altruism and create miracles one after another. This is the difference between animals and primates.

"Twenty-seven of the Dragoons were injured and four died." The BOSS lowered his head and said about his children: "I want to take them back to the Nine Realms."

"Is there anything you can do?" Wood pulled out the steel nails from the butcher's head, separated the steel plates of the helmet, and took the mediums away.

Goddess Io will not let these spirits go -

——As long as they die in Shambhala, it will be difficult for the heroic spirits of these warriors to return to their hometown.

"The sun in the sky cannot compete with mine."

The BOSS took the bones of six groups of scout leaders from the young warrior.

It was a mandible, a relatively complete body found at the explosion site.

Almost heartbroken, it picked up the remains, took off the oxygen mask, slowly put the bones into its mouth, chewed them up, and swallowed them into its stomach.

According to the general rules of blood donation, all living beings who have drank the elixir are all arrogant and virtuous blood slaves, and will be controlled by the blood master, Yongzhu. However, Yingzhu lost his mind and became a corpse. The carrion of thought.

The BOSS can bring these children who died in battle back to the Nine Realms by swallowing their remains.

"He's with me, they're with me."

Wood wiped away his tears and looked at the putrid body of "Mom Horrible" and the dark nun's uniform.

BOSS: "Is this suit also a Horcrux?"

Wood: "That's right."

BOSS sighed: "It seems that Hope has a strong opinion on your wife. She created such a thing to raise freak mediums for him to apostle the evil god to come to the material plane."

"No" Wood couldn't tell the truth.

According to legend, the nuns selected by the pope of the Ammon Sun God Cult will become the brides of the god, virgins who will remain unmarried and infertile throughout their lives.

"Uh" BOSS is well-informed and can guess the origin of the Horcrux.

"Well" Wood simply found a kettle, used the water as an explosive, and sprinkled the corpse of the scary mother, "It's what you think."

Hope Plunk also had a bit of a quirk in women's clothing. During her lifetime, she took the initiative to wear this outfit to become "Daddy's Bride"——

——The too chaotic origin of the Horcrux made Ao Mingde's pupils tremble, with a "shocked cat" expression.

"Oh wow"

Return to Fire Department Yao Street and return to the coast.

It happened to be 5:10 in the morning, the moment the sun had just climbed above the sea level.

There was a low roar and explosion in the cave, and Sex Bomb·Sexy Bomb came to a new end. This is not the first one, and it is definitely not the last one for Wood.

Everything is rotating day and night, everything is reciprocating.

The BOSS's eyes turned into a pair of green tourmalines again, and surrounded by soldiers, he received boxes of ashes one after another.

It evenly spreads the remains of the soldiers on the tongue full of barbs, which contains a unique taste. Feeling helpless and reluctant to leave the living, and having various expectations for the dead souls - maybe it will become a painting on the wall of Galahad Magic Palace, a poem, or a song The cheerful songs turned into the sighing and worried elves in the sticks, taking care of the new passengers. They may become the mentors and helpful friends of the students in the future, and the patron saints of people on their long journey.

Until its teeth were shattered, until it bit the crystal skull of the old bones and the catalyst of the remains of the old hunting king, even though there was no psychic reaction in these bones, all its spiritual light dissipated - it happened to be this A hard crystal skull, taking away its invincible fangs.

Until the hot and humid sea breeze brings up a circle of low-flying waterbirds, until all the bitter memories of half a century follow this tooth and fall into the stomach.

All the colors are mixed together, and all the laughter and tears are in this short moment.

Layers of waves hit the reef, and under the golden and warm afterglow, they illuminated the layers of dark blue and light green on the shady surface, as well as the lines that were constantly rolling and struggling, like weeds, on the shady side. Crazy growth of light and shadow.

The waves come and go with the tide, scattering the foam on the sea surface in the dazzling light of Xinwang. If you look further down, you will see deep and dark rocks and hot springs that are constantly bubbling.

Until it became motionless, its linear pupils suddenly became round and lost focus. It tasted a familiar taste and bit open the hard and bitter crystal.

It was like being tortured in a raging flame, at the moment when the sun completely left the sea level——

——The BOSS can no longer see anything clearly.