Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The scene couldn't be explained by what the priests knew, so that at first they thought it was a visual residual caused by lightning, or mental fatigue caused some imaginary scene to be mistaken for reality, some kind of illusion that existed only in their own eyes.

Few people are more familiar with the power of sharp weapons than they are.

A skilled swordsman can easily open a hole in the opponent's body, or even stab through it. It is a completely different matter to split an inhomogeneous object supported by bones and strengthened by tough tissues.

And to complete this process smoothly, not only strength is needed, but also an unimaginably sharp weapon is needed.

Not to mention that when the target hides a set of breastplate under his outer robe, the kind that is forged in one piece.

The rain seeped into the lining along the collar, and the dampness climbed up the back.

The bleak light hidden in the lightning disappeared, and lasted only for an unnoticeable moment. The tall grass kept dancing and swaying wildly, and it was difficult to tell whether there was anything passing through it.

"Over there...there is something in the front right!" Kraft tried to point out his discovery for others, but was unable to describe the exact location due to the lack of reference objects.

At the same time as he made the sound, he realized the danger of his behavior, and immediately lowered his body, lying on the horse's back.Something flew past with a low-pitched screeching sound, disappearing into the night.

In the sound of rain, compared with the death that attracted everyone and the ensuing rolling thunder, these hidden murderous intentions did not receive the attention they deserved.

He threw the lantern in the direction where the light went out, "Over there! Be careful they have arrows!"

The cultivators had already reacted, bypassing the possible threat directly in front of the road, and separately darting towards the direction pointed out by the wasted light.

The monks at the end of the team quickly approached Kraft and kept him in the middle.

However, the protection target didn't want their protection, but chose to ride his horse into the tall grass, and run in an arc towards the direction of the arrow.

Regardless of the relationship between that light and the unknown smooth cut, he didn't want to fight against someone who didn't know the details when someone was targeting him.A stream of arrows from the shadows may be more dangerous than an alarming mutation.

While moving, two more things flew past, but they didn't come towards him, but flew towards the target with the lantern still on.

The horse neighed through the rain curtain, and a human body fell to the ground and rolled into the grass, making a painful murmur like bubbling mud, hoping that the leg bone was not broken by the horse.

The concealment effect of the rainy night is two-way. Turning off the lights temporarily erases Kraft's direction of action from the opponent's field of vision, and the second shot makes the shooter's position more accurate in perception.

He felt that he caught the vibrato that was cut by the heavy water curtain, which was the slight vibration of the bowstring after releasing the stored energy.

According to this, the direction was adjusted again, and the steady horse galloped towards a place that could not be seen according to the owner's request.

With the night vision ability that is better than nothing, he can vaguely judge that he is heading in the right direction and what is in the undulating grass.

The rider corrected his direction for the last time, drew his sword flat on one side, and began to accelerate.

The wet wind was whistling with raindrops, and the ground was muddy and wet, which weakened the behavior of one person and one horse to the greatest extent.There was only the rustling of the blades of grass separating and twisting, which was indistinguishable from the surrounding noises.

Then there was the sound of dragging muddy water, and the paste was lifted from the ground and thrown.

It wasn't until the sound of the hoofs breaking through the puddles that they noticed that they realized that the heavy four-legged creature was approaching, and hesitated whether to avoid it or continue to complete the halfway winding.

But it was already too late, the blade of the sword was lowered obliquely, and the light and thin touches collided densely like raindrops, it was the tip of the grass that was flying and breaking.

He was met with a little resistance.With the help of accumulated speed, the blade easily overcomes this point of resistance, advances unstoppably, collides with some hard object, engraves a deep and long defect, and then deflects slightly.

Just for a split second, the resistance disappears.There seemed to be an eruption of a liquid thicker than rainwater, mistakenly poured into the gas pipe, and the two mixed together to make a thick and viscous foam.

No more voices, no more voices.

The rider took advantage of the situation to distance himself, turned the horse's head, speeded up again without any other thought, and raised the sword flatly, recalling the back and forth sprint practice in the castle courtyard, the horse took the man and the sword across the same position.

The guess was right, there was more than one person there.

Another flash of lightning provided a brief look at each other. The other party should have been wearing a mask, but it was completely wet by the rain and fell to the chin, revealing a blank and pale face that seemed to have not seen the sun for a long time.

The lightning disappeared, and the field of vision after experiencing the flash became even more completely dark.I generally only felt a slight pause in my hand, the viscous liquid was left behind, and the rainwater washed away the part left on the sword spine.

After sprinting for a while, Kraft belatedly realized what he had done except repeat two sprints.

It may have been the first time he faced a real "person" just now, and he was so relaxed that he didn't even have any real feeling for the time being, and he was constantly turning to the main battlefield.

So far there have been only sparse sounds of metal clashes, indicating that only small-scale close combat took place and ended quickly.The horse lights representing monks were moving at high speed, appearing and disappearing from time to time, drawing flashing dotted lines in the rain.

It looks like they're still looking for whoever killed their mate, but the tall grass on a rainy day isn't really a good place to find anything.

Kraft hurried over there.He saw the light again, a very empty, bleak light.Take a passage from a celestial body and graft it where it does not belong.

The nearest lantern spot dropped abruptly and sank into the waves of tall grass.

This time, under the expected circumstances, some more secretive auras were detected.Some force forcibly tore open a narrow crack on the neat paper surface, separating things.

It doesn't matter whether it's mane, bone, or armor that can withstand a crossbow—it's just a picture on paper.

Like a scar on a living organism, it didn't last long, but it lasted enough time for a whole team to pass through. It gradually healed and erased, hiding another layer that was similar but not completely overlapping.

"Lights off!"

That thing is not a sword and a flying arrow, it does not follow ordinary logic, and it has no trajectory.Continuing to keep the light source is just setting a target for the opponent.

And two reminders finally got attention, which is not a good thing.

The gap that separates the world from the previous world has not yet been completely closed. Kraft clearly felt a ray of unabated malice blooming in front of him, accompanied by unbearable cries of pain. It seemed that this scar had first acted on the The instigator himself.

Perhaps it was because the direction of the sound exposure was too accurate, this time the sense of crisis was unprecedentedly approaching, reaching an unavoidable distance.

Kraft subconsciously tried to rein in the precipice, and almost at the same time realized that it was useless, the galloping horse could not be stopped immediately, and the fate of the two precedents was still vivid in his mind.

"damn it!"

He let go of the rein, made a very standard illegal action, and rolled sideways.

The curled body left the saddle, the grass pad cushioned part of the damage, and the rolling made the process of unloading the force a little longer, but the remaining strength still made people feel that there was no pain inside or outside the body.

Abrasions and scratches burned the exposed skin, the shock vibrated in the chest and abdomen, and the ligaments pulled the internal organs tightly.

However, the well-protected mind was still awake, and ordered the body to regain control as soon as possible, tearing off the heavy and wet cloak.

The sound of a horse falling out of balance was heard not far away, and the rain was joined with sprayed warm liquid, and the high pressure created by the powerful heart was pumped into the air from the stump of the interrupted large blood vessel.

".I think the Xigo family should not accept partial returns."

Stumbling to his feet in the muddy water with his sword in his hands, his clothes became so heavy that Kraft was sure that he should look like he had just been scooped out of a curry pot.

He could still distinguish the direction of the light's last appearance, so he clenched the hilt of his sword and leaned over to approach it.

With the strange light and sound, some monks also noticed this side. They turned off the lanterns, and the sound of treading water was approaching.Everyone was groping in the dark and chaotic, and the situation was chaotic.

In the distance, there are still metal trills of interlaced weapons, and there are quite a few attackers.

But the rest is just an insurance to make up for when something is missing. There is always only one that plays a key role, and the threat that almost ruins the entire team is not far away.

That guy wasn't very professional, and Kraft heard the erratic painful panting as he approached slowly, and there were signs of more than one person's movement, which were very close to each other.

"Here!" A monk discovered something first and called out to his companions, but there was no sound.

The light flickered and disappeared, and it was much smaller than before.A costly guide.Kraft took the opportunity he provided and chased after the goal.

When he got close to the distance where he could hear his breathing clearly, he suddenly rushed forward with all his strength, and then stopped within two or three steps.

Sure enough, that bleak and misty light lit up in front of him.This time Kraft saw how it came out.

It was a dark, almost colorless stone-like object that had been stripped from a complete geometrical body. At this moment, it was passively stimulated by some means, briefly "igniting" the kind of light that illuminates another world.

The way of emitting light is as if the spinal cord is destroyed on the dissecting table, and the limbs of the toad are stripped clean and connected to the contraction response of electrical stimulation.

The "electrode" connected to it is a skinny palm, and the fingers are so slender and pale that they cause discomfort, half more than ordinary people, and there are contrasting dark vessels running under the skin.

【Someone should teach them that fighting is not fighting】

Slowing down in advance gave Kraft a leeway to dodge. He bent over the invisible blade, slammed into the close body, elbowed the opponent's upper abdominal diaphragm, and grabbed the palm of the wrist and twisted it out of the movement angle.

Best to grab this guy if you can.

Facts have proved that the opponent's pain tolerance is not bad, and in this case, he can try to counterattack with the remaining hand.

He grasped the swinging arm by feeling, then let go and flinched like an electric shock.

A whip-like attack passed by.

Just a second ago, he felt the movement of bones and joints that did not belong to normal, indescribably flexible.