Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 241 The Iron Shell Egg
The extremely mottled and decayed thing in the middle of the weird figures turned its back to them in a half-kneeling posture, and the reddish-brown moss-like rust proliferated on every inch of it, giving it a softened and loose texture.

Judging by its appearance, it was a full body armor, and it was expensive.

The past face has long been unrecognizable, and the pattern accessories have turned into fuzzy raised strips under the reddish brown, leaving only the inverted sword-shaped emblem squeezed and twisted by the rusted part.

It should be kept in the hands of some families with high status, cleaned and maintained every day, as a symbol of the martial arts of the ancestors.Its significance is far beyond practical value, and it will not be worn and used except in special circumstances.

But the fact is that it just appeared in the middle of the waterway, in front of the intruder.

There are tumor-shaped protrusions with unknown prototypes on the helmet, which hang down low and make a slight sound like the opening and closing of clamshells and the stirring of paste.

They noticed what at first they thought was a deposit of silt beneath the armor's feet.It was a monk's robe, completely soaked in water, covering a shriveled and contracted figure with a pungent rust-like smell.

Green didn't make a sound, held his breath and drew his sword, and approached slowly.

The crouching position makes it look like a giant shell, stranded there after its contents died.And some resident creatures will soon occupy the space and make it part of themselves.

When it is active, it will produce the illusion that the original owner still exists for a moment.

Nails, missing their fasteners and hinges, rub against each other slightly in ways that were once impossible to move.As it got closer, the strange rustling sound under the rust became more obvious, mixed with lip-smacking pronunciation, similar to a dying low-pitched cry for help.

They heard some familiar accents, but it didn't come from the figure wrapped in the robe, but from the semi-closed cavity like an iron barrel, buzzing.

Before the monks had the urge to step forward to rescue them, the sound that seemed to be a human voice completely disappeared.

Instead, there are multiple layers of chewing and twisting, reminiscent of a long toothed tongue licking and scratching the inner wall of the armor.

The armor, or rather the lodging that occupied it, moved in an indescribable way.

There is no restriction on its movement at all, the joints of the armor are stretched and even reversed, supporting it to stand up.The helmet, which had lost half of its visor, turned to the living man, casting a creepy gaze.

The broken grid of the window is broken and toothed, and some shadows that cannot be fully illuminated are flowing and undulating where the face should be.

"devil."

Green heard the friar murmur.Even the most sinister description can't express the feeling that caused such extreme discomfort.

After going through all this, it is hard not to suspect that the light of the heavenly father has abandoned this place, and they are in hell, where fear and confusion penetrate the protection of the holy scriptures and whip their hearts that are almost collapsed.

They didn't even draw their weapons immediately, they watched the thing approaching with anthropomorphic movements, raising its long upper limbs.

But not all of us need the presence of our Heavenly Father to have the courage to act.

"Profane thing!" At the same time as the roar exploded, a long sword pierced through the water splashed by the steps and pierced the driven armor.

It didn't dodge, allowing the blade to pass through the missing half of the visor and penetrate into the helmet.A powerful stab pierced through something, reached the back of the helmet, and threw the entire head back.

Green felt himself stabbed into a flesh-and-flesh mixture, twisting and trying to get the sword involved.

The upper limbs are grasped without pause, and the shape makes it difficult to connect it with the normal palm. It is more like a new thing that is fused and elongated, and the surface is attached to the original arm armor. It is between some long shrimps. between software.

There are no weapons, no rules, only predatory logic, hoping to catch new elements and incorporate them into itself.

In a trance, the graphics on the stone wall distorted and moved away from the honeycomb grid, and surrounded him from the feet, the top of the head, and every direction, like the deformed limbs in front of him trying to grab his body, hooking the soul and dragging him to the darkness far from common sense.

Green struggled to pull the blade to one side, trying to shake off these things.

Feels much heavier than expected.The armor is filled with filling materials without leaving any gaps, and it only deflects slightly when facing full force, and then continues to wrap around.

The helmet, still held by the blade, was ripped away from the breastplate, conveying the nauseating sensation of tendons being ripped from bones, or suction cups being plucked.

"help!"

The cultivator, who woke up like a dream, hurried forward to support him, slashing at Green's upper body that was about to touch him.

The reinforcements' attack knocked off a large piece of loose rust, buying a little time for Green, whose weapon was restrained, to draw his sword, but did not cause any effective damage.

Even if it is rotten, it is still a plate armor, the most difficult existence in the battle.Except for heavy weapons, you can only attack from the gaps and weak points, or control joint activities.

Realizing that the attack was ineffective, one of the monks slashed at the gap exposed between the helmet and the breastplate.

With Green attracting attention, the attack cut most of the way, but the neck guard failed to do its best.The success of the hand made him feel at ease, and he was ready to expand the cutting range and separate the opponent's head and body.

However, the bizarre pain made him lose the ability to move further.

Looking down, the "arm" that had just been knocked down was reversed without being restricted by the angle, and the slender and knobby palm passed through the gap in the defense and bit it on the waist.

【bite】

I can only use this word to describe the feeling. There seems to be a barb-like thing hidden on the palm of the gauntlet, tearing the skin at the moment of contact, and fixing it on the part that has no force point.

What was even more frightening was that the pain was spreading deeper, the rough texture of rust flakes and sharp objects stirred the abdominal cavity, accompanied by several changing pain points like scratching, biting and tearing.

He tried to sever it with his sword drawn, but had the same difficulty as Grimm, the blade clamped so tight that it was difficult to pull it free.

The armor rushed forward with the force of the sword drawn. The fear and pain destroyed the ability to resist first, and the massive blood loss made the consciousness dull. He couldn't make any effective resistance until he fell to the ground.

The sound of the weapon thumping hard against the armor can be heard, but it remains unmoved, grabbing its victim like a leech on the skin.

The hideous helmet full of rust and blood hung down, and flowing shadows brewed in it, and then flowed out from the gap in the visor like retching.

This time Green saw the source of the chewing and licking sound from the front.

Some amorphous substances with complex characteristics, like semi-solid embryos, break open the egg shell by themselves, and use precocious molars and soluble parts to crush and decompose the things they touch, and incorporate them into their own reconstruction.

When he realized how it was eating, the courage he had just mustered up and the little calmness he had left quickly collapsed, and his last thought was to turn around and run away.

Few people realize that this is also the best opportunity -- but Green is such a person.

He took out the spare lamp oil and splashed it on the shapeless mass that was hard to hurt by swords.

(End of this chapter)