Chapter 173 ActASHES Ashes

Chapter 173 Act.⑨·[ASHES·Ashes]

Foreword:

[When you die, I will fly here. ]

[——George Herbert Walker Bush]

[Part①·The Mark of Shame]

On the northwest side of the RSH outpost, there is a Goubuli bun shop. It has a long history, which can almost be traced back to the era of Su Aizong. It is a precious gift given by the motherland to the underground development of the Soviet Union.

Yes, you heard it right, this bun shop is a very [precious] gift.

Because in the underground world, the food, clothing, housing and transportation needed for people's livelihood are all crucial industries for underground cities.

In freezing places like the North, Chinese cooks know how to deal with the essence of disaster beasts, preserve the heat in the kitchen, and make good food with a very long shelf life.

However, after the disintegration of the Soviet Union, Russia also abandoned this outpost of the kingdom of death. Today, it has become a military station on the Stairway to Heaven.

King Xin’s staff officer is called Cliff Guderian.

He is a Germanic man with beautiful black hair and red skin that makes him look like a handsome devil crawling out of hell——

——People on Stairway to Heaven respect him very much, because he once "added fire" to King Xin, and this red skin is the imprint of his soul left in the process of "adding fire".

Just like the literal meaning of the word add fire.

When the King of Firewood becomes the sun, but there is not enough fuel to maintain light and heat, it is necessary for Firewood to contribute its essence and become part of the energy source of the sun.

This is also another form of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult [all things are unified].

Nowadays, Cliff can no longer be called firewood. People on the Stairway to Heaven regard him as ashes and as the guide of King Firewood.

Bad news reached the command post of Stairway to Heaven. The headless corpse located in the central square of RSH was transported back to the military station.

Cliff's expression was extremely bad. He wanted his men to shrink their patrol range so as not to bleed in vain and lose precious elemental energy.

He rubbed his black hair, tidied it up, swept away the dust and black ash on his face, and asked the soldiers to hide the carts carrying the corpses and send them to the kitchen to use as alternative meat for the military rations. Quality is also essence, and we cannot let our comrades die inexplicably.

He shook off the dirt from his military uniform and straightened his appearance, fearing that these corpses would be seen by King Xin, and that his nervous and ugly appearance would be exposed in front of King Xin.

Immediately afterwards - he walked into the public dining room of Baozi Shop. He walked to the second-to-last row of the cafeteria to tell Wang Xin the bad news.

"Your Majesty King Xin."

Before Cliff could finish speaking——

——The King of Xin interrupted his flattery and honorifics.

"Did I live five hundred years ago? Why do you call me Your Majesty?"

It was a man with a thin face and a malnourished appearance.

His body was covered with dark cloth strips, only his mouth, nose and eyes were exposed, while the rest of his body was covered by black graphite fibers.

No hats, rings or other jewelry.

No sticks, logs or carrying backpacks.

He had almost nothing but a silver flute.

King Xin said: "Sit down."

Cliff swallowed and sat nervously opposite King Xin.

King Xin continued: "If you have bad news, just tell me directly. I won't blame you. I don't have any requirements for you, and you don't have to follow me."

Cliff whispered: "I'm sorry, Mr. King Xin - we encountered some small troubles."

"Let's just talk about the results." King Xin is a straightforward person and doesn't want to waste words with these fanatical fans.

Cliff: "Six soldiers died, all frogman sentries."

King Xin: "Who did it? How did he die?"

Cliff: "They were shot. The shrapnel and shell casings were not found, and the type of ammunition was unknown. The logbooks and combat records on them, personnel identification cards, and military flags were all missing."

King Xin: “Did a local from RSH do it?”

Cliff: "I don't know. We have a verbal agreement with these Soviets. They give us half the city's public facilities. We help them kill giants - this is unreasonable."

King Xin: "That was done by the passengers of the Abyss Railway."

At this point, Cliff suddenly clenched his fists and his voice became louder.

"Why?! These ungrateful guys! Why do they want to kill our people?"

"Is this weird?" King Xin's mood was as usual: "We are [carnivores] - Cliff, when you go to a strange place to collect intelligence, how can you calmly talk to the local indigenous people? Aren't they all eating directly?" Remove their spiritual essence and use these memories for your own use."

Cliff: "Is it because we eat people?"

King Xin: "Of course. If you think about it from the perspective of Homo sapiens, we have sworn enemies with the people of the Abyss Railway. We are the natural enemies of Homo sapiens."

"I don't understand, Mr. Xinwang - I have held fire-adding ceremonies for other Xinwang. But I still don't understand." Cliff pursed his lips, with a look of resentment in his eyes: "We collect the essence, we light the sun , we create a land full of life in the underground world, they should come to help us instead of killing us!”

King Xin: "That makes sense."

Cliff: "These stupid, incompetent, and cowardly bastards should kneel down in front of the strong. King Xin will ascend to the throne of God and release his divine power. And these bastards will feel the same when they live in this kind of sunshine. To shame?"

King Xin: "Yeah."

Cliff became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "Their eating efficiency is low, and the way of collecting essence is so primitive and barbaric. They have to come up with all kinds of strange reasons and excuses, but they can't do without the theme of money. If you ask me, it would be better to swallow it in one gulp. Mr. King Xin, you must agree with me, right?"

King Xin: "Yeah."

Cliff got the approval of the salary king and was as happy as a primary school student being praised.

"I'll just say it, I'll just say it! The only value of these imbeciles is to become food in your belly and fuel for the sun."

"Cliff." Xin Wang interrupted Cliff's self-pleasure: "Back to reality."

Cliff apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xin Wang."

King Xin shook his head: "As I said at the beginning, I will not blame you, nor will I have any expectations for you, nor will I make any demands on the people on Stairway to Heaven."

Cliff became panicked, as if their connection with the salary king was about to be broken.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, King Xin, we came to this place because of you. My attack team, my giant hybrid warriors, were informed by Peter Sergei. We made an appointment to come here. Seize the giant's essence here! Why are you so cold, are you really ready to become the sun? We have known each other for so long, and I still don't know your name."

"The sun has no name." King Xin said calmly: "The sun never cares about anyone. The sun will take care of the backbone of the poor and the palace of the rich. It will not blame anyone for doing something wrong. It will not ask for anything. It doesn’t care who has to do something, whether someone hates it, loves it, praises it, or insults it.”

Cliff was hesitant, and when he heard King Xin's words, he suddenly didn't know what to say.

King Xin was calm and had a cold attitude.

"You want to worship the sun, perform rituals and magic, gain fame or wealth, or think that you are superior to others. In fact, just like people, they also engage in photovoltaic power generation. In my opinion, you all get what you need."

These words almost shattered Cliff's faith.

King Xin continued.

"I've made it clear, I've made it clear from the beginning, Cliff - I won't be sad or angry for your dead warriors, bring them up in their flesh, I'm going to eat them."

Cliff only felt fear, even if he made Wang Xin too angry, another Xin Wang had a good chat with him and was a like-minded friend, but the thinking of the Xin Wang in front of him was so weird that even he, an ogre, It’s hard to fathom.

Cliff was about to greet the cook and prepare a feast of human flesh for King Xin.

At this time, King Xin talked to his staff about other things.

"Cliff."

"Do you have anything else to tell me?"

"Look at my back for me."

Immediately afterwards, Xin Wang peeled off the graphite fiber cloth tape, exposing part of the skin of the shoulder blades and trapezius muscles.

Cliff stepped forward to take a closer look, his face solemn——

——The same physical signs as other salary kings.

King Xin's epidermis has dried up, and his long-term habit of cannibalism has made these elements look like ghosts, turning into mini faces on his skin, as if they were possessed by ghosts.

There is a gold and red oil paint scar on the shoulder blade near the neck, like a mark of enslaving a demon.

King Xin asked: "Is it still there? Is this scar of shame still functioning?"

Cliff nodded: "This despicable evil magic is still working in your body. Mr. Xin Wang, what kind of evil magic is it to make you experience this kind of life that is worse than death? When and where? ? "Which bastard planted the curse on you?"

There is a string of characters among the oil paint scars.

It's the English writing left by a hard-point pen.

Translated it is called [Thou shalt not kill].

"It's the curse that David Victor planted on me." King Xin tied the cloth again to cover up his ugly body: "His soul power is very special, like a destiny contract from a devil in hell. It's written in the contract I have to do whatever I write - I'm afraid I can only regain my freedom by igniting the essence and letting the flames burn away the characters."

"What a terrifying ability." Cliff was worried: "He only left this sentence?"

King Xin talked about the past: "I stole runes in the palace of my ancestors and was trapped in that weird time and space, unable to survive. He opened my cell, woke me up, and wrote this before I fully woke up. In a word, he ran away like the wind."

"Despicable!" Cliff cursed: "You can't kill! This is simply torture for you!"

After a simple slicing and grilling process, the dishes made from the soldiers' corpses were served.

While eating, King Xin talked to Cliff about the magic power of this string of brands.

"On the contrary, I want to thank Victor - this inexplicable and wonderful confinement ritual has brought me closer to the sun. For the first time in the past six months, I have tried to send humans to do things for me, to search for the essence for me, instead of Kill and plunder with your own hands.”

With that said, King Xin picked up his fork and handed a piece of brain to Cliff.

Cliff carefully swallowed the meat given by his idol and took out the camera from his bag with nervous eyes.

King Xin nodded, and Cliff took a photo of this scene, preparing to send it to the cult Bible Stairway to Heaven.

The spiritual essence tumbling in the stomach bag, passed through the body of [Carnism] that donated blood, transformed the structure of the cerebral cortex, and finally turned into pure memory.

Cliff only felt severe pain in his head, as if he had experienced a direct bullet hit by an AK-12.

From his eyes, he could see the scene of Jiang Xueming and Su Ling killing the frogman troops.

"Yes, they are passengers of the Abyss Railway! These beasts!"

[Part·②·Fans and Idols]

King Xin tore off strips of meat and chewed the food, a new baby face was about to take shape in his skin.

"Let's not mention these people or things. Cliff-Victor's ability is really interesting. I can't kill the target myself, just like this."

After saying that, King Xin suddenly picked up his fork and stabbed it into Cliff's head.

The knife stopped halfway, and the golden-red mark on his back emitted light. It was like a parasite parasitizing in King Xin's central nervous system. As long as he made an attack and killed, and thought about harming others, this mysterious soul The powerful force will immediately rush to Xin Wang's spinal center, and then go to the cranial nerve center.

"As soon as my murderous intention suddenly arises, I immediately feel peaceful and calm. It's really amazing."

King Xin took back the knife, and Cliff was shocked.

"All the murderous intentions are gone, and all the anger or cold-bloodedness has dissipated without a trace."

He continued to eat, his face beaming with joy.

"I'm like a hyena or a vulture, I can only eat the carrion you bring me."

Cliff was curious and very concerned about the salary king's past: "Sir, you seem to have a good impression of the passengers of the Abyss Railway? Are you also a passenger?"

King Xin: "Yes."

Cliff: "What kind of bizarre and wonderful story can give birth to a powerful individual like you? Can you tell me? I will write all these things in the Stairway to Heaven Bible."

King Xin tapped the plate lightly, indicating that he had finished eating and wanted to add more food.

While Cliff was cutting the meat on the grill, King Xin told a long story.

"I come from 1937, and during the Second World War I was a pilot in the Italian Defense Forces."

"The battle was defeated and the plane broke down. I glided all the way and fell into the crater of Iceland and into the giant mountain station."

"My waiter saved my life, can you imagine? From an altitude of more than 5,000 meters, fell into the underground world of more than 15,000 meters, fell to the balcony of the meeting hall of Jushan Station, and smashed through the hot spring The pool, including the people and the plane, turned into a stream of flesh and blood and turned into steel biscuits."

"I did not die on the spot, my consciousness was still beside my body, but my waiter found me at a glance and sprinkled her most precious elixir on my body."

"Just like that, I was pulled back to the human world by her."

"I thought, I was supposed to die. The free fall of more than 20 kilometers almost smashed half of the meeting hall of Jushan Station. Aohen Mingde wants me to pay compensation, but I can't afford the compensation. So I had to work hard to redeem my freedom.”

"My waiter and I met here. It was a good start, but it didn't end well."

"I can't talk to her at all. I don't understand why Aohen Mingde assigned me such a noisy and old-fashioned silly girl - apart from saving my life, she opposes me in almost everything."

"I just want to regain my freedom one day, return to the surface of the earth, squander my money and elixirs, and restart my glorious life."

"But she wants to keep me at Jushan Station forever. I hate her so much that I can't understand what she does. She won't allow me to take on any difficult tasks. These shortcuts to get everything done in one step, these... The extremely tempting high-value target turned into ridicule and insults for me in her mouth. She looked down on me as a newcomer. Even if I did a very good job at the station, Ao Mingde was also praising me. I hope I can redeem myself and go home soon.”

"But this stupid woman, she is like a wolf competing with me for territory and the right to speak. The two of us are destined to fight to the death and quarrel forever. When I go east, she uses her savage muscles to grab me. I'm going to the west."

"Until one day, I couldn't see her anymore, and she really didn't care about me anymore. She really never quarreled with me, went against me, or told me [you should do this and shouldn't do that]. "

Speaking of this, King Xin paused.

The meat in his mouth no longer tasted good, and he suddenly started to cry.

"I hate BOSS——"

The person who was originally cold and distant was called Ao Ruiming De, but now he has become a BOSS.

"-I thought I was free, but I was put in another cell."

King Xin covered his head, his hand holding the knife trembling.

While taking notes, Cliff asked: "This waiter, oh no, this queen, why did she leave you?"

King Xin: "She didn't leave, she just died."

Cliff also wanted to ask for some details: "How did you die?"

King Xin's eyes widened, and he could hardly believe what he heard.

As a consultant on the Stairway to Heaven, as a witness to the sun lighting ceremony, and as a priest, of course he wanted to record King Xin's deeds in detail in the Bible.

He did not realize at all how cruel this ritual of exposing people's scars was, as cruel as holding a knife and fork in hand, cutting open King Xin's flesh and blood and devouring it.

King Xin said calmly: "Killed by an armadillo hunter."

Cliff: "How could you be killed by such a person?"

King Xin: "Isn't her death good enough? Doesn't it suit your wishes?"

Cliff said frankly: "This paragraph needs to be changed. Armadillo hunters have no pursuits and only bully ordinary people. If the newcomers on Stairway to Heaven hear this kind of story, they will not respect you. Put it this way Come on, this queen of yours is really weak. She can’t even deal with these hunters. There’s no need to tell me her real name. Weak people are not qualified to stay in our Bible.”

"David Victor is also an armadillo hunter." King Xin frowned and glared: "How dare you be so arrogant?"

Cliff finally noticed Wang Xin's anger and didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Forget it, the sun won't be angry." It took King Xin a long time to become calm and indifferent again: "I want to resurrect her - I want to bring her back from the underworld, just like she did to me. That way"

Cliff kindly reminded: "Your Excellency King Xin, the dead cannot be resurrected. No matter how bizarre the magic is, it cannot do this."

King Xin never forgets: "But I have spent two-thirds of my life pursuing this matter. For this goal, I have used any means to trade with the people of the Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult, give blood to disaster beasts, and steal I took the Rune Talisman and killed more than half of the people in the ancestral palace just to find a way to resurrect her - even if I can't do it, I still want to live long enough."

The meat on the dinner plate has been eaten.

King Xin dropped the knife and fork, then closed his eyes and began to absorb the essence, trying to find a suitable place for the new spirit body in his physical body.

"I want to live until the end of human history. If this body will decay and the dead runes in my body can't keep it, then use it as fuel. I want to absorb a huge amount of essence and walk on this path. Wang Zhizhi gathers countless manpower and material resources to complete the miracle of "all living beings work together". In the distant future, with such powerful energy, it is not difficult to create her human form, right? "

Cliff was surprised and disgusted by this mysterious and stupid ritual.

"So it turns out that Your Excellency King Xin has traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, doing all kinds of evil, killing people and eating meat, just for a woman?"

King Xin cursed.

"When you die, I will fly here."

After Cliff finished taking notes, he bowed falsely to King Xin.

King Xin also expressed his gratitude in a false way.

Perhaps this kind of relationship between gods and believers is normal——

——Just like idols and ardent fans, they usually have nothing in common.

King Xin was indifferent to RSH's defense and hunting work. He was only responsible for dealing with the dead giants and [eating] - Stairway to Heaven. It might not be an easy task to invite this god to fight against the passengers of the Abyss Railway.

This makes Cliff very sad——

——Judging from the combat records obtained from the skull essence of the frogman sentry, there was at least one VIP with outstanding combat capabilities among these passengers. They were fully armed, mixed with the Soviets, and learned the true identities of the Stairway to Heaven warriors. , there is no room for maneuver.

The red-skinned devil scratched his head for a long time outside the freezing bun shop. He almost scratched his head of black hair.

He used his little brain to make various tactical plans.

Plan 1: Use the guise of resurrection as a bargaining chip to deceive King Xin, asking him to personally torture the enemy without killing the enemy, and let the soldiers of Stairway to Heaven take away the lives of these passengers.

Conclusion: There is no chance. With the temper of this wronged, even if the matter is done and his queen is not resurrected, it is estimated that the contract between the idol and the fan will be torn into a thousand or ten thousand pieces on the spot, and there will be no possibility of cooperation.

Option 2: Judging from the combat records, the two passengers and the old engineer are going to the power workshop and take their lives while they are alone.

Conclusion: After thinking about it again, the soldiers of Stairway to Heaven are also suffering from the damage of the reiatsu environment. If they want to confront the VIP head-on, it may be a bad idea.

Option 3: Try to capture the Soviets who are fighting the dead giants, and eat one or two. Through their spiritual essence, you can learn more information, and then make the next deployment plan.

Conclusion: Risky, but doable.

"William!" Cliff Guderian called to the strongest hybrid giant in the team. This giant never stole human flesh and was a reliable tool man: "Take all your equipment and go to the beach to look for the Soviets. ”

A big man over three meters tall rushed out of the shack of the military station.

"Boss! Do you want to live or die?"

Cliff raised his head and looked at the descendants of [Burning Man].

"Just keep the head, keep it intact."

William had a full head of red hair, which was tied back with thick knuckles.

There was a scar on the bridge of his nose, his face had a strange childish look, his eyes were big, and he started bargaining.

"How many soldiers will you give me? How many guns? How much will it cost? Are there any women and food?"

Cliff shouted.

"It's just you! Get out! Do you think this is a difficult task? You are a giant!"

William shrugged helplessly, put on his thick equipment, and walked out quietly. He was afraid that Staff Cliff would scold him for being rude. If he disturbed Xin Wang's eating, he would probably not get a good result.

When he reached the street corner, the giant boy rolled his eyes with disdain on his face.

"whispering sound"

He held the cuneiform stone on his chest, like a cultural relic, like a relic.

"Father, my child is unfilial. Not only do I have to work for these Homo sapiens, but I also have to dig your grave. In the end, I even lose my dignity. Oops!~"

William stretched out, yawned in the cold wind, and inhaled the poisonous gas, but nothing unusual was seen.

“It’s so hard to make money and fill your stomach.”