Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 242 The Shadow of the Past

The grease fell on the thing that drilled out of the armor, and spread all over the surface along with the shape, coating it with a layer of changing bright colors.

As for itself, it is a kind of translucent fluorescent white, and you can see the mixed fibers and dot-like sharp shadows in it, squeezing to the contact surface with the movement, stretching and wrapping the opponent, smashing the cheese-like molten prey.

The victim's struggle ended before the lamp oil was poured, and the thing became more active and powerful, and the wrapped remains collapsed with the sound of grinding and squeezing, turning into a part of the semi-solid substance.

Fragments of incompletely digested bone are incorporated into its shapeless gums, accomplices in chewing on its next prey.

This makes human beings hate their intuition and imagination. Through the shadow under the translucent skin, they can imagine how the body is dissociated and integrated into each other, as if the two are one.

Green raised his torch and jabbed.Even though it had no eyes, the mass clearly sensed the approaching heat source, and the bulges formed some kind of condensed and extended structure, rushing towards him instead.

The glossy white substance tried to skirt the torch and wrap around his bare wrist, but the priest's swordsmanship would not allow him to miss at such close range.

The two collided in mid-air, and from the point of contact, a scorching flame rose from the greasy luster, quickly spreading to the entire strange shape, wrapping the stretched white, causing it to shrink reflexively.

It stagnated for a moment, then boiled up.

The semi-solid image is rich in water as it seems, and the explosive heat makes it vaporize, expands and bulges rapidly, stretches the shrunken surface, and forms dense bubbles.

The blister clusters grow, swell, and fuse with each other in the flames, peeling the skin from the contents, and then bursting to release a gray mist like smoked bloody carrion, exuding a wave that seems to be fermented by the soul of the desecrated. Poisonous smell.

Some particularly frightening low-pitched tones came from the boiling burning, and they heard several familiar and incomplete accents, including one that they thought they would never hear again, which was repeated parrot-like , to piece together plausible words and sentences like pronunciation.

The mass shivered and continued to shrink, following its instinct to recede towards its own shell—the armor, trying to drill back to the defect of the helmet.A large part of the dry part was gouged out by the rust iron burr, and part of the fuel was taken away.

However, a second bottle of fuel was poured on the helmet in time, fueling the burning situation.

This time the armor did not play a protective role. The metal with good thermal conductivity scorched the water-containing tissue, and the sizzling oil-water mixture dripped continuously, seeping into the interior along the gap.

The anthropomorphic voices faded as the last of the grease poured in, turning the armor into a full-fledged oven.

Flames erupted from the inside, baking the grille of the visor into scorched black, and the moisture in the ashes made the burning scene even more blurred, making it impossible to see for a long time.

Green coughed a few times with difficulty, panting heavily while avoiding the smoke, and kept his eyes on the armor.

The upper body of the armor twitched a few times, then stopped completely, returning to the quietness that an ancient metal creation should have.

A moment of dizziness hit him, which was a symptom of severe mental exhaustion. He staggered a few steps in the water, and leaned towards the brick wall of the passageway. The smooth touch made his palm touch a few times before finding a crack in the brick as a support.

"Damn it, we have to move forward." Green untied another torch with trembling hands, and put it on the helmet that still had flames to ignite. "Give me some of the lamp oil you brought."

"Sorry, Father." The monk trembled suddenly, and when he came back to his senses, shame appeared before the fear.

The momentary paralysis of limbs and inability to respond with a trance-like terror is hard enough for a self-professed pious fearless soul to accept, enough to produce the worst self-doubt.

"Let's talk about it later, we are obviously not the first people this thing met." His confession was interrupted by Green, who looked at the wall he was holding on with a little doubt, and found that there was a strange phenomenon on the wall of the tunnel. The jiaowen carvings seem to be less dense than the first impression.

There are spaces between the honeycomb carvings, rather than covering the entire wall, they are interlaced with the normal stone bricks.

It seems that part of the scene was secretly removed when he was fully focused on the battle, and the front and back could not be completely matched.But in an unexpected situation, there was no chance to observe more before, and it could only be regarded as a wrong vision.

Leaning against the wall and regaining some strength, Green continued to move forward, thinking of something as he walked past the slightly cooled rusted armor, and stopped to use the scabbard to peel off the black ash and rust flakes on the back of the breastplate.

A gray golden imprint was revealed, which was indeed a sword-shaped pattern, and there was a very thin trace of light yellow powder around it, which meant that there were more gilt paintings around it, but they were no longer recognizable.

Only the sword emblem with the most material in the middle remained, squeezed crookedly by the somewhat twisted iron armor.

As a person with limited affection for nobles, Green's knowledge of heraldry is limited to some families who can still talk about Dunling today. It is too difficult to see what information is available.

The status of the sword in the coat of arms is about the same as the status of aquatic products in the catering industry of North, and it is synonymous with Rotten Street.

In the martial arts environment, the family who likes to add a sword to the coat of arms accounts for [-]% conservatively, and the degree of discrimination is infinitely close to zero.

Even if the cost of armor can filter out most of them, the rest is not a small challenge for heraldic researchers.

He gave up the idea of ​​solving it by himself, and prepared to see the whole picture before going back to check it.

But after removing more rust spots, the lower half of the sword-shaped pattern did not appear, and it completely stopped at the middle of the sword body.

Green rubbed it vigorously again to confirm that it wasn't because of incomplete cleaning or falling off, but because of it.Only half of the sword facing down, like...

【Insert into what】

A very bad guess emerged.

Sword-shaped emblems are everywhere, but the image of something inserted upside down, judging from his poor but barely usable knowledge, the scope is very narrow.

"I hope it's just that the ignorant worry too much." Green shook his head and controlled himself to continue guessing wildly, trying to pull his mind away from the various conspiracy theories emanating from it.

The only thing to do now is to move forward, find the team, and then go back and think about whether to take this thing back.

After passing a fork in the road again, the sound of the water ahead changed slightly.Several orange-yellow light sources flickered uncomfortably in the darkness.

The priest held the torch aloft and walked that way, the water parted under his feet, and the intermittent chill gradually receded and was left behind.

When he was close to a dozen steps away, he heard an exclamation from ahead.

"Father Green?!"

Before the dead end collapsed, with their backs against the pile of rocks gushing out of the water, several monks clutching their weapons and looking extremely nervous were guarding this side.

When they found that it was their own side and not something strange, they put down the crossbow bolts in their hands.

"Have you ever met that thing?"

"If you are talking about a pair of armor, then its stuffing is already ripe." Green wanted to show a forced smile to ease his emotions, but the number of people present dispelled the last bit of luck, and even the cold joke seemed dry .

"Also, you should have come back and informed when you saw those symbols, instead of rushing in and waiting for someone to clean up the mess."

"Symbol? What symbol?" The rescued monks looked at each other with blank eyes.

　It might be a tough time because of test prep and all kinds of nonsense.But how can there be a difficult time?

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(End of this chapter)