Foreword:
[The ideal is the guiding light. ]
[——Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy]
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[Part①——Blood-giving Little Church]
The five of them stood staring at the elevator buttons——
——In the end, Jason reluctantly took Jiang Xueming’s panacea and cured the bruises on his face. Then he opened his eyes wide and carefully observed the button.
Meteor yelled loudly from the side: "Hey, can you do it? Don't be pretentious!"
The little waiter pouted and immediately became unhappy: "You are not allowed to question my good sir! He is very powerful!"
After about ten seconds, Jason pressed the wooden button corresponding to the floor - the elevator finally started running.
Wen Bucai: "How did you know it was this level?"
Jiang Xueming was also waiting for an answer, staring at Jason with burning eyes.
Jason explained patiently.
"This elevator has a total of thirty-one floors. The eighth and ninth floors should be the financial room or the council hall. There are seven different fingerprints. The fingers are fat and have no scars."
"The other ordinary floors are considered living areas, and there are more oil stains and dust on the wooden buttons, which are the tool room, warehouse, electrical room and garbage disposal room."
"According to the organizational structure of the Nine Realms Station, people from the Skull and Bones Society will report to Platform Zero. Judging from the mechanical strain of the wooden button, the oldest and loosest button is the floor leading to Platform Zero."
Jiang Xueming asked: "What if there is a grumpy old man who likes to punch elevator buttons?"
"If this is a habit over many years, it will produce a large dent on the dial." Jason said before he finished speaking——
——The elevator door slowly opened.
The group passed the reception hall and washroom, and after walking a few dozen meters, they suddenly saw a huge obsidian bridge in sight.
Meteor pulled Jason excitedly: "Wow! It's true! You're really good!"
Wen Bucai: "So talented."
"It's just a little trick..." Although Jason said this, the little waiter was like his tail, wagging happily.
The bridge is more than 60 meters wide. Jiang Xueming used a pedometer to measure it. The total length is 441 meters. There are many livestock footprints on the road, as well as tire tracks left by rubber tires.
The journey was smooth and no enemies were encountered.
Until the five of them arrived at the first landmark at platform zero.
It was a classical building in the European Gothic style, with flying buttresses and a tall, pointed solitary roof.
The large golden glass is covered with blood-red crazy butterflies. The statues on the left and right sides of the main entrance are a knight in armor and a sword, and the other is a sage holding a stone and a staff.
On the highest inverted cross, it was not Jesus who was crucified, but a huge crazy butterfly hanging upside down.
The church is about 16 meters high. This butterfly occupies almost two-thirds of the entire church. Its insect mouthparts are aimed at the door, as if it wants to suck the brain of the person who gave the blood.
There are different roads on the left and right sides of the church. To the left is a winding mountain road that stretches for several kilometers and can be driven by car.
To the right is a complex mine tunnel leading to the bottom of the pit, but all the mine carts are gone. Judging from the traces of cigarette butts on the duty post, it seems that they have just left - as if they have received the news and must seize the time to do things. All transportation was taken away.
Only the vestibule and confessional are exposed in the entire church, and the rest of the church is hidden in the obsidian mountain.
Its name is engraved on the white marble floor in front of the door, in Hebrew.
Wen Bucai knew him, and so did Jason.
They read it out in unison.
"The Church of the Blood."
Jiang Xueming was confused: "Is this imitating the Lingweng Church at Jiujie Station?"
Wen Bucai: "I'm afraid so. After all, the sticks and pyroxene given to passengers by the station are real favors - Fulong wants to recruit troops, so he can't do nothing. If you give up on benefits, who will give them to you? What about working hard?"
"There are no human beings or ghosts, what kind of Church of the Blood! I will burn all the scriptures for you, and straighten the cross for you! I will destroy your church in three days!" Meteor stepped forward and wanted to kick him. Open the door and see what's going on inside.
Wen Bucai caught the meteor at the right time and threw it behind him.
"Wait a minute."
Jiang Xueming caught his friend and saw Wen Bucai walking forward and taking out his weapon bag, wondering in his heart, "What do you want to do?"
Wen Bucai: "You also entered this kind of ghost place? Do you think you haven't suffered enough?"
Jiang Xueming observed the mountain: "This seems to be the only entrance to Platform Zero. After we gave the stone, we immediately went to the BOSS to get the stick. We should be not far from the final goal. Mr. Wen Bucai, what do you mean, Do we need to take a detour? Make another careful plan? Make a detailed battle plan?"
"No, I don't have any ideas or any battle plan. What can we plan with the five of us?" Wen Bucai just took care of things from his weapon bag and finally took out more than 20 pieces of "plasticine", which looked very similar to Soap.
But Jiang Xueming recognized it at a glance.
——It’s a plastic bomb.
Wen Bucai explained while attaching bombs to the main pillars outside the church.
"You little darlings, please remember that in a ghostly place like this, experienced passengers will use bombs to level it directly. What A Xing said is right - this kind of strange building with neither humans nor ghosts. , it should be blown up to the sky."
"Go in? Enter through this road? What if there are some twists and turns, poisonous arrows, and repetitive terrain like ghosts hitting the wall? Do you think I'm playing a game made by Hidetaka Miyazaki? How many do I have? A life?"
Jiang Xueming immediately followed: "I'm here to help you!"
Jason and Meteor were both dumbfounded. They thought Wen Bu was a fun-loving person, but they didn't expect that Wen Bu was a life-loving person and behaved particularly honestly in a place like this.
The waiter immediately asked: "Mr. Wen! Are these plastic bombs used to deal with rotten dragons? Are you going to use them now? What will you do when you kill the dragon?"
Wen Bucai immediately replied: "Relax, I have seen bigger scenes, and he suffered the consequences of hot weapons sixteen years ago. Maybe he has learned wisely and this thing won't work anymore? Why? Be adaptable!”
Waiter: "Then..."
"Stop talking." Wen Bucai snapped his fingers and signaled everyone to leave quickly, which meant that the bombs were finished: "Without weapons, bombs, and fire, we have to retreat? I'm going to hide in Long Under the Wings, are you going to admit defeat?”
Everyone retreated a hundred meters away——
——Looking at the weight of the plastic bomb, it can definitely destroy any living thing within a hundred meters radius.
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[Part②——Ritual sense]
There are two rows of seats in the chapel of the Blood.
The left side is reserved for sixteen cabinet ministers, smart people who connect the Skull and Bones Society with external trade transit stations.
The right side is reserved for sixteen special guests, who are hunter talents recruited by the Skull and Bones Society from all walks of life.
All the seats were empty. A well-informed and clever man took the lead in running away. After seeing the tragic situation in Bokeguan and Daimuyuan, he immediately escaped through another secret passage.
Only the old butler Andre and the young attendant Balu stay here. They are the closest minions and the most powerful subordinates around the big leader.
At this moment, they stay under the icon of the Mad Butterfly, guarding the only way to the cabinet, and stay in front of the podium of the Bloody Chapel, in order to give the enemy a warning - just like the Bloody Ceremony, Do all the rituals well.
Balu, the young squire, is only twenty years old. He is strong and strong. He shows his firearms and fighting weapons to his companions. He wants to have a bloody battle with the enemy. The power of his soul bursts out of his body, and it flashes brightly and dimly. .
The old butler Andre looks like he is in his fifties, but he is actually close to his seventies. The reason why he can always be by the big leader's side is because the entire building design of Platform Zero, including water and electricity wiring, ventilation and fire prevention, are all... His handwriting.
The fact that this magic cave can be run to this day is partly due to Andre.
Balu changed postures several times in front of the podium, discussing his lines with the old butler.
"What are we going to say? Andre? How long do we have to wait? They won't stop coming, right?"
Andre stood in front of the podium, elegantly dressed and with his hands on the Mad Butterfly Bible: "You have to ask questions one by one so that I can answer them one by one."
Balu immediately stood up and held his head high, but felt that he was not strong enough and wanted to ask the most important thing.
"Then tell me! How do I meet the enemy? How do I show up when they come in?"
Andre: "There must be a sense of ceremony."
Balu: "How can we have a sense of ceremony?"
Andre: "I'll knock down the [Holy Blood] and [Holy Communion] from the Crazy Butterfly Bible, and you'll cut your wrists and bleed them to activate the mechanism."
Balu was pleasantly surprised: "Okay! When the lime powder sees my blood, it will burn with the sulfur! It's very easy to fool people! They will definitely be scared and can't even hold the gun steady!"
Andre continued: "If you don't rush forward, I will continue to type [Rituals] and [Blood Giving], and the lights will turn on one by one - you will fight them, and you must fight with style and determination." !”
Balu was surprised: "Okay! Then my blood and sweat will fall on the sacred place, in the church, and I will be with the crazy butterfly!"
Andre: "If you are exhausted, use the panacea. I will pull out the [consecration] envelope. When you open the envelope, its saltpeter will burn the pages. You will be reborn from the ashes at the same time and fight with them for the first time." In the second round of fighting, you have to use up all the bullets before you can show off your white blades and fangs."
Balu: "Then what do you do?"
Andre: "I'm responsible for watching."
Balu: "You're just watching?"
Andre: "After you die, I will try to fight and eat your flesh and blood, like a weak old wolf who is about to die of old age and will die of a heart attack at any time. Fighting for the ideals in my heart, the crazy butterfly will definitely appreciate it. Me, look up to me and finally accept me.”
Balu: "What about before?"
Andre: "Maybe I'll fire a few shots, but I won't shoot - if I hit you, the sense of the ceremony will be completely ruined."
Balu was lonely: "Are you going to use these tricks... to pretend to fight alongside me?"
Andre: "After all, the big boss can only say [Fuck me], not [Fuck me] - Do you have any strange illusions about our station? Balu?"
Balu shook his head: "It's just... I think it shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be..."
Andre: "In the past sixteen years, we have worked for the big boss and built the rotten dragon's nest. No one has ever arrived here. This is our first time on stage. You will be nervous, feel uncomfortable, and lose your sense of security. this is normal."
Baloo suddenly woke up.
"That's right... I never kill enemies with the lowly mercenaries at Bock Checkpoint. I just watch them rolling in the quagmire of flesh and blood. Occasionally, I feel an inexplicable joy in my heart. I understand that it is a sense of superiority. I am more noble and elegant than these low-level beings who are dying to survive - I am grateful to the big leader for keeping me away from disputes and allowing me to live a comfortable and happy life for so long."
"But don't worry." Andre's calm expression turned cunning and fierce: "In the sixth row and the eighth row - two places close to the gate, I have prepared hidden arrow traps. There are wire trip wires everywhere to catch animals. Clamps and traps--the big boss didn't want me to do these weird things before, so as not to accidentally hurt the VIPs in the cabinet, but now I can do it...hehehehe..."
Baloo: "What if they hurt me?"
Andre threw a design drawing casually: "Then use your brain and write it down, right?"
Balu caught it and held his breath under the icon of Crazy Butterfly. He looked at it for a long time and finally couldn't remember it. He couldn't remember it at all and he didn't have the talent.
"It seems that I am in trouble today...Andre, I always feel that the probability of dying in your hands is much greater than that of dying in the hands of the enemy."
Andre looked unconcerned: "The big leader only cares about pleasing the rotten dragon, and the dignitaries in the cabinet fled - after thinking about it, I don't understand why Platform Zero, which I have worked so hard for so long, is like a porcelain doll. Just broken - maybe it is because of this kind of indifference. I ignore your life and you ignore mine. No matter whether we live or die, we will eventually become crazy butterflies. How can a group that eats human flesh and drink human blood care about [human beings] What about your own safety?"
"Forget it, I'm simple-minded, so I won't think about it so much." Balu finally gave up and chose a suitable position to stand.
Below the podium, he could see the long and redundant front hall avenue dozens of meters away.
He thought carefully in his heart and thought to himself.
This room is really exquisitely made. If an enemy comes in and wants to raise the muzzle of his gun immediately, he will definitely not be able to find the target in the darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the bright lights lit up one after another. There were magnesium strips in the flames closest to them, which would definitely blind these people's eyes.
If necessary, I will panic them through the microphone of the big podium.
What can I say?
Just say it in Spanish – say welcome!
They couldn't find the real voice, so I kicked a few chairs away. When they raised their guns on guard, I shot and killed one or two from the dark. When they fell to the ground after being shot, I walked forward - stepping on the red carpet. Come out of the darkness, follow the mechanism Andre made, and kill all these bastards.
so--
——The big boss will come back to me!
so--
——Maybe I can continue to lie down on the soft bed in the tower at Platform Zero, look at the scenery of Bok Pass with a telescope, and live a life of eating and waiting for death every day.
bring it on.
Why haven't you come yet?
As long as you show up——
——I will greet you with two CZ805 rifle bullets.
If you dodge to the side to look for tables and chairs to save your life, that would be the best thing - I can also use my high-pitched laughter to laugh at your stupidity of being trapped by traps and trap doors.
I have all the lines figured out!
"Ideals are guiding lights! Only the brave warriors who bravely rush into the darkness can be my enemy!"
Balu was talking like this, as if he was in a daze, and all he could think about were flowers and liquor.
Andre finally became impatient - he had been standing pretentiously in front of the podium for more than an hour, and his old back couldn't hold it anymore.
Balu felt the same way, his eyes felt dry.
He hid in the tower without sleeping the day before just to clear the game, but he didn't expect that something like this would happen the next day.
The defense of the cabinet is very weak. There are only a few guns in the master's bedroom. The big boss is a suspicious and sensitive person and will never allow any dangerous dirty things to enter Platform Zero.
"Why? Why haven't they come yet? My enthusiasm for [Drama·Play] has been exhausted!" Balu scratched his heart and lungs, and the little tie of his white dress became messy with his restless heart: "Why are they Not coming yet? Why are you so arrogant?!"
Andre was silent, using his inspiration to explore things outside the house. Finally spoke——
"——Maybe they're scared? Are they leaving? Originally, I could vaguely feel that someone was groping and exploring outside the door."
Balu raised his head and asked angrily: "Did your clumsy mechanism show its flaws and scare them away?"
Faced with doubts, Andre became even more angry: "Impossible. The traps I set are foolproof. How can you question me? I design your room and arrange your schedule. Don't you feel how exquisite every day's comfortable life is?" Perfect and perfect?"
Balu was puzzled: "Why? Why did they run away? I don't understand! Are they a group of cowards? They know clearly in their hearts that they are not our opponents?"
Andre looked regretful: "Perhaps he was scared away by the icon of Mad Butterfly - what a pity, my stage is so perfect! How perfect an actor you are?"
"No, no, no... no, they can't leave!" Balu's inner uneasiness became more and more intense: "If... if they leave, how can I prove my ability? How can I continue to be favored by the big leader? To wait for death? I must at least get some loot back! A head? An arm? Even a finger? What should I use to prove my worth to the big leader? "
Andre also began to gently beat his waist: "Don't you have ideals? You recite the same sutra and perform the same ritual as the big leader. You are also a person with soul power. You don't need to use these mortal bodies to prove anything, right?"
Balu shook his head and was about to rush out the door: "No... I'm still very uneasy. If these enemies walked in and fought to the death on the stage, that would be okay - if the enemies just fled like this! All the guests They are back shamelessly and want to take the credit from me. When I go to the altar to perform the sacrificial ceremony, they will definitely come to harm me. The offering to the rotten dragon is my useless body!"
Andre wanted to say something else: "But... the credit of the Bock Pass sentry... and... how to count it?"
At this moment——
——Balu ran across the two low steps and rushed towards the door.
At this moment, the bright firelight illuminated the contours of his strong cheeks.
Time slowed down.
He was secretly delighted, was it the light that burst out when the magnesium bar burned?
wrong--
——How could this kind of light be so intense that the hot air waves almost lifted the legs off the ground?
The flames wrapped around the finely broken glass, like a stream of iron and gold sand. The roar of the shock wave and the devouring tongues of fire destroyed Balu's eardrums in a hundredth of a second.
There was no longer an inch of intact skin on his body. The huge energy generated by the explosion tore his skin and muscles apart, and then his bones turned into powder, cut and shattered by countless charred gravel and glass sand, and finally turned into a A cloud of dust.
Andre was farther away from the explosion point, dozens of meters away. At the moment of the explosion, he did not make any reaction.
I just watched helplessly as the smoke and dust billowed towards my face.
The trap door in the dark was crushed by the huge pressure, and the air wave blew away all the hidden arrows of the mechanism.
He wanted to escape, but as soon as he took steps, the prepared animal trap found Andre's leg in the rewinding vortex generated by the explosion pressure difference, like a tadpole looking for its mother.
Only a tenth of a second passed, and Andre froze in place, his strong dragon blood body making his death process very slow.
The plastic explosives turned the statues and glass of the church into ten thousand knives, like the cutting equipment of the sand washing process, taking away all the soft substances on Andre's body, leaving only a set of withered bones, and eventually no bones were left. , only an iron frame riddled with holes protected a solitary metacarpal bone - it would be extremely difficult for Jason Meagan, a half-time coroner, to present an academic problem to find out the cause of death.
Two hundred meters away, Jiang Xueming could still feel the air shock waves generated by these explosives, and the entire obsidian bridge shook. A lot of gravel fell down and fell into the magma river.
——Better than the roar of the Rotten Dragon.
——It is the fire that repays displeasure.
