Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 114 Amateurs
Kupp put his hand on the gate, and a flattened wooden strip was loosely stuck on the wooden buckle. This kind of door probably only serves as a reminder to the owner when it is easily broken open. enter.

In other words, there is no such thing as sticking to the door, because this door has nothing to do with the word "solid".

The feet seemed to have just been fished out of the water, and they had been blown in the winter sea breeze all day, with solid ice hanging on them, and every step was so heavy that it was embarrassing.The time of delay is not enough to come up with a better way, the door will be opened sooner or later, it is nothing more than active and passive.

The urging of a middle-aged female voice came from outside the door. It didn't sound like a person with experience in disguising his emotions.Even if she tries to act like she's just coming back to get some firewood normally, the urgency seems unnatural in the preconceived perspective of Coop's nervous state.

But if you really want to talk about it, it's not "normal" to bother you in the middle of the night just to get some firewood?

He stood against the wall, away from the range of movement of the door panel, to ensure that he would not be hit by a violent push from the outside, and stretched out his hand to pull away from the door bolt, "Please come in."

Deliberately leaning the bolt against the wall, knocking loud enough for people outside the door to hear.

The people outside the door started to move, and it was the sound of sandals grinding against the dust, which made him feel at ease. At least he couldn't think of any inhuman things that would obediently put on the woven artificial things and answer the questions.

The landlady didn't respond. If she was standing in front of the door, she should have pushed the door immediately instead of moving a few more steps.

"What's the matter?" Touching the doorknob with his fingers, he opened a gap, enough for the lights in the house to form a bright line at the door, releasing the signal "this place is not fortified".

The effect... is very significant.

Almost at the same time, the footsteps of heavy shoes, which were very different from before, quickly approached in a few steps, and it was a man who was not light in weight.

【He is running up】

Don't need to think too much, once you think of this, your hand retracts as if being stabbed.

At the next moment, the door panel slammed open, and a figure crashed into the room.

The top is not much better than a holed cloth bag, revealing shoulders that are still in a confrontational posture. Under the dusty and sticky hair is a rough and wrinkled face of a local. The pickaxe I owned was as battered by life in the cave.

In his imagination, there should be an unprepared victim standing behind the door, about to be shot badly, so he used all his strength.

However, the impact only pushed open the unsupported door panel, and the inertia caused him to lose his balance, and he threw himself top-heavy, his expression changed from ferocious to weightless confusion, and he fell on the gravel-paved ground.

The skin was eroded by small edges and corners all over the floor, blood and sand irritated the exposed wounds, the man turned over and screamed in pain, trying to touch the mining pick from his hand.

What responded to him was the falling page hammer.

Following what he learned in training, Kupp swung the hammer and threw it at the man who hadn't shaken the god on the ground.In desperation, there was no time for hesitation. He only knew that this was a signal, like the order given by Kraft, and formed a conditioned reflex during repetition, and quickly counterattacked after knowing where the enemy was.

He knocked on the door with a mining pick in the middle of the night, so he couldn't possibly be here to knock on rocks, right?
In the fright, he unconsciously used more force than usual. At this moment, Kupp felt that he was not controlling the weapon himself, but the metal hammer was moving him.

The footsteps waved forward and stepped on the bloody upper arm. The huge pain made the breath out of control. The second half of the sound was like a large piece of gravel stuck in the convulsed throat, and the bloodshot eyeballs bulged.

This is especially true when the man is still reaching for his stepped calf with his other hand, trying to pull Cupra to the ground.But he had no chance, a dangerous shadow covered his vision, and the cold light of the page-shaped iron objects came to his eyes.

The wing design effectively reduces the strike area, and concentrates the force on one edge of the hammer, so that the hammer, which should be a blunt weapon, has the properties of a sharp weapon, especially the metal sheet of this weapon has sharp corners. The danger is clearly revealed.

The toughness of the soft tissue is not worth mentioning in front of it, the metal is embedded in the skin without hindrance, and before the user notices where it hits, it ignores the dispensable elasticity and touches the underlying bone plate.

There seemed to be an indistinct crisp sound, which was transmitted along the metal and the hammer handle, and was recognized by the clenched finger bones as the reverberation of the destruction of the same kind, which made people feel instinctive resistance.

But the brutality did not end there. After the bone plate designed by the Creator not to be used for stress was broken and inserted into the cheek, a water ball-like thing was squeezed like a fish bubble being squeezed, jelly-like Transparent material flows out from the breach.

This sphere used to have an exquisite structure, consisting of several layers of thin films with different functions and various appendages, enabling it to realize a series of transformations from light to things that Koop couldn't understand when Kraft rose up.

But not now, these things have become unbearable substances, smashed and mixed with the complex bone maze behind it, and become a visual death mixed with solid and liquid.

Half of the man's face was sunken and collapsed, and things of mixed colors hung from the potholes, smearing the other half of the deformed and displaced facial features, and the thirsty sand and gravel ground sucked the water that had lost its bondage.

And the person who created all this felt that he was boiling, and inexplicable emotions heated up every message. Fear, guilt, and hatred appeared in turn like stew on a hot pot. This association made him sick, and he struggled to look away from himself. move away from the results.

【That guy is dead】

Coop realized he had made the first move, and no one survived an injury like this.So what should we do now?
Turn around, yes, he should turn around and go to the next step.What was taught by Kraft came from the experience of the baron who had never met, solidified by repeated training.When there are no enemies in front of you, you should immediately turn around and check.

It was wonderful, and of course saved consciousness from that unacceptable sight.

Lifting the hammer and turning to the door, the woman knocking on the door was restrained and dragged aside. There were figures in the shadows outside the door, hideous and terrified faces under the torch, and illuminated iron objects.

It took only two breaths from opening the door to losing a companion. Their reaction was much slower than that of Kupp, a quick amateur, and even left Kupp with room for adjustment. come up.

The man at the head swung the pick against the hammer with a fearless posture, forcing Kupp to cross the hammer handle to parry, and the long and pointed pick danced in front of his eyes.

The narrow space at the door made it impossible for them to take advantage of the numbers for a while, so the man stepped up his strength, trying to force Kupp into the room to make room.But the long-term life of a miner has brought not only strength, but also increasingly serious lung disease.

During the wrestling, Kupp unexpectedly found that he still had the upper hand.Faced with this situation, the Wood family has always had a way to break the situation.

The party outside the door put all their strength and attention on the mining pick, and was pleasantly surprised to feel that the confrontation force was slightly lighter.Just when he thought he was about to succeed, a cool breeze blew through his trousers, and he felt severe pain.

The most lethal hard part of the lower body hit the weakest part of the lower body, and a burning pain emanated from there, spread along the groin in an instant, and filled the entire lower abdomen. His will collapsed, and he knelt down with uncontrollable limbs.

The page hammer fell again, this time it was much better, and it was impossible to see what happened in the chaos, and Kupp only felt that something was broken again.The spirit tends to be numb, and they just follow the simple movements of daily training. These guys are not as fast as Kraft's wooden sword.

Before he kicked the guy away, the second person rushed forward again.The hammer, which has not been lifted, lacks room for force, but this weapon can be used much more than the pickaxe.

The hammer head went straight out, and the metal tip hit hard on the ribs, interrupting the opponent before he could complete the heavy and slow swinging movement, and the bonus kick made him temporarily, and possibly permanently, lose all meaning. fighting power.

The third assailant didn't expect this to happen, and after being slightly stunned, his reaction was to turn his head behind him and call out a name with a strong pronunciation in dialect.

It was only then that Kupp realized that there was another short guy in a burqa who didn't keep up with him and fell behind.

This did not prevent him from grasping this opening, and swung a hammer at the side of the distracted opponent in front of him. Several ribs were broken horizontally. pain.

The wounded staggered back a few steps while clutching the injured part, and fell down weakly.

Only the last one remained, whose reaction was slow. He didn't know how many enemies. He didn't notice the activities of his companions at all. At this time, when he was called by name, he started to move like a dream.

Like a marionette without self-awareness, he steps over the blocking limbs and walks into the light in a very awkward walking posture.

That figure, which is obviously shorter than ordinary people, is caused by the strange rickety movements.The clothing is not a burqa, but a splicing of different fabrics. In order to cover the head, face and back, no inch of the body is exposed, and even the lower half of the face is covered with cloth strips.

Similar to the outcome of certain malignant diseases in childhood, which caused joint contractures and restricted activities, he always maintained the posture of hunching his back and bending his limbs, and in his hand was a small iron tool that was different from other people.

Kupp watched him run for no reason—if that could be called running, the unstraightening curvature made the movement of the legs contrary to ordinary people's habits, shrinking and then springing up.It also seems to be driven unreasonably by the restricted posture caused by the disease.

The speed of this strange movement was not slow. He approached the murderer who had just knocked down several of his companions. The iron weapon in his hand could be seen clearly at this moment, it was a rusty dagger.

Poorly maintained, but indeed the only real weapon they saw in their hands.

This made Kupp vigilant, carefully concealed his movements, and made counterattacks when he was close to him, and feinted with his strength.Although he has never deceived Kraft since he learned it, and he has used it very badly, but he may not be unable to try it here.

The hammer head was raised from below, the hunched body did not dodge or dodge, and the flexed wrist and palm of the dagger were controlled to turn slightly.Considering the weapon and the length of the arm, Coop can be sure that this strange guy can't hurt himself before he dies.

He increased his strength, and the hammer head would fall on his shoulder or chest. If there were no accidents, his first battle would be over.

No, nothing.The sense of emptiness appeared in the must-hit, and Coop didn't even touch half of the fluffy fabric, and there was some kind of confusion in the scene where the firelight and the shadows were half-and-half.

The disorder spread from the crooked figure, like tearing the canvas, replacing one piece with another blank layer.

Familiar and strange feeling, confusion, change, the target disappears from the field of vision, and the sharp pain hits the lower back.

(End of this chapter)