Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 115
That ray of chill wasn't considered sharp. After cutting through the clothes and piercing the skin, there was a short time for him to react.

"Behind!"

A large block of light was blocked behind him, Peter, who was doing nothing, panicked and sounded a reminder, but it was more than one step too late.The proliferating and rusty blade brought the pain of sawing teeth, like a small woodworking saw with wrong teeth being used on the flesh, turning the wound into an irregular fold line that cannot be closed.

Can't you use the bench in your hand to think of a way?
Before he could turn around in time, Kupp lunged forward and took a few steps outside the house to escape the attack.

He held the hammer in one hand and turned around while clutching his lower back. Muscle tension caused greater pain. It seemed that a mouse soaked in sea water was biting, and the small particles like salt grains were stuck in the wound, causing continuous and long-lasting irritation.

The strange assailant was standing just behind the door, behind where Cooper had been, attracted by Peter's voice.

The crooked body turned, which was too flexible for his posture, and the spine, which had never been straight when it appeared, was twisted towards Peter, bending sideways at an angle that could make ordinary people bend horizontally.

Yet he, or rather it, was rigid.The back does not bend according to the overall radian, but a segmented posture, as if several vertebrae are fused together, including the neck.

He didn't follow the best way to turn his head to observe, but instead turned his body to meet Peter's eyes under the tattered stitching.

"Oh God……"

No matter how dull people are now, they can feel that something is wrong. Peter backed up holding the wooden stool. There was not much space in the room, so he directly stuck to the wall, and there was no way to retreat.

Kupp let go of the hand covering his waist, his wet palm slipped on the hammer handle, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own blood or the remnants of the previous struggle. He tried his best not to let himself think about this problem, enduring the pain and approaching the crooked figure.

One disadvantage of working at the wharf is that from time to time, you may suffer minor injuries, such as scratches from some thorny fishing results, or it may be caused by distraction when handling large cargoes, and even bones may be involved in severe cases.

But the employee cannot rest because of this injury, so to some extent this is also a good thing. His rich experience in injuries prevents him from rolling all over the floor in pain from the wound in his lower back.

A guy shivering against a wall with a bench isn't considered a danger.The attacker turned around before he got close, and it seemed that he didn't intend to waste his energy on Peter first.

Thinking something was wrong in his heart, Kupu kicked off, rushed towards his opponent, swung the hammer in a semicircular arc, and smashed down with the whistling sound of the wind.

His eyes were locked on the target, and he wanted to see how this guy acted with his own eyes.

Rush to the door, swinging the hammer.

The person wrapped in the cloth did not make any dodging movements, and adjusted the dagger with his arms curled up as before, making a strange attacking posture.

Kupp smelled a familiar smell, which came from the rickets, but it was not some kind of body odor caused by long-term living in dust and lack of water to wash the body.

It seems to come from a disturbing place, a house or something, a workshop for salted fish, a back kitchen full of broken nails and internal organs.The strange smell leaked from a leaky window, that is, the assailant.

This smell is especially obvious when the hammer head is about to fall, the window is opened, and the breath that seems to be familiar in the past dream is blown out.

Under the dim light, the image with blurred edges began to distort, and the backlit figure standing between him and the light was elongated, layered, and compressed, and opened in the picture through a small hole, gap, or something else. Approaches such as loopholes in the Internet disappeared in front of them in a completely incomprehensible form.

Once again, the inertia brought him through the door frame and slammed into the room, and he fell on the table.

The not-so-firm table broke a leg on the spot, tilted to one side, and staggered to the end of the bed with the body.

The oil lamp and the lamp oil were overturned to the ground, and a pool of flames ignited, and the burning sensation that hit the face forced the body to roll over and escape.

As soon as the flames dimmed, a small jagged cut touched the right shoulder, from the upper edge of the collarbone to the shoulder peak, and severe pain gushed out with the warm liquid. neck up.

"Peter!" Coop rolled away from the attack, holding the hammer in one hand to block the ensuing stab.

This deformed guy is much stronger than expected. The urgent force pressed the blade to his face. The reddish-brown rust is clearly visible, which is the source of the jagged feeling.Blood drenches it like a sore growing on metal.

The belated support was too slow and too indecisive to be detected.Peter swung down the wooden stool with his eyes closed, and his posture could hardly be seen as a struggle.

Thankfully I didn't use all my strength.The assailant gave up the stalemate, jumped away and repeated the replay. When disappearing out of thin air, the wooden stool hit Kupp's arm protecting his face lightly, without any obvious bone cracking sound.

Unfortunately, the chaotic ensemble continued with a scream. A hunchbacked figure appeared behind Peter and stabbed him firmly. The unsuspecting guide fell to the ground, and his clothes were smeared with red spots.

It's like pushing away an insignificant coffin board and throwing a swipe at the victim in a pool of blood, or maybe the body structure does not allow this action.He raised his dagger and charged at Coop again.

Kupp, who was halfway up, was knocked to the ground again. The short time Peter bought only allowed him to mobilize his left arm, which was injured in the shoulder, and hold the hammer handle to intercept the dagger. Fortunately, he would not be defeated on the spot in another round of stalemate. .

But his failure was only a matter of time, and the force exerted on the dagger was not much worse than when his arms were intact, not to mention that the injured hand was not yet able to use force.

Approaching with the dagger was the tightly bound face.The three strange actions just now were obviously not without cost. There was a mixed noise of heavy panting and hissing under the cloth strip, especially when inhaling.The air flow passes through the cloth strips, passing through the layers of hard objects that are not jaws, and the rale sounds are like rocks rolling on the bones.

The rust smell came from his breath, and the metal rust powder on the dagger was blown into the nostrils. Accompanied by the sour smell of some food that he had never smelled before, he synthesized a smell that seemed bloody and strangely familiar.

Kupp wanted to curse, but his dilated mouth was exhausted just to breathe, and he couldn't pronounce it.

He didn't know who to curse, the bloody village, the weird assailant, or the idiot Koop.He should have thought about Kraft's words when he swung for the first time. He shouldn't blindly swing his weapon to attack, and he shouldn't move blindly. This guy's behavior is actually not that complicated.

But under the impact of the first conflict, the first time to swing a weapon at someone, the emotions fluctuated several times, who would have thought of this?
Now that the opportunity has long been lost, he is still on the disadvantaged side in a wrestling with no room for exertion, the dagger is hanging on his face, can he still go to the Heavenly Father to sum up his experience?I'm afraid there is no chance, I don't believe this.

……

The light of the fire changed slightly again, probably because it was shaking, and it seemed to be blocked by something.

A foot wearing a small leather boot kicked out decisively from the bottom of the bed at the side, and kicked on the face of the rickety man who had no idea that there was a person hiding in the room.

I have to say that the wooden soles of the shoes are very strong, and this guy's neck has no ability to bend and unload force at all, and it really works on the fragile side face, causing psychological shock to the guy who came in unscathed, and A physical blow.

Yvonne got out from under the bed, held up the package and was about to give him another hard blow.

Kupp felt a lightness on his body, and he didn't even need to think, he swung the hammer with all his strength and smashed it behind Yvonne.A mixture of carapace and rock flakes, crumbling under iron.

now it's right.

(End of this chapter)