Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 65 There is no retreat
At this moment, what flashed through Kraft's mind was a set of lines with extremely high family value.

Translation translation, what a surprise!

Outside the window on the other side, the same white light is lit up, accompanied by the layer upon layer refrain of the sound of water drops, climbing up the stone wall, giving the illusion of a breathing moon rising over the other side.

The heart was beating violently like a drum, and the vibration was transmitted throughout the chest cavity, involving the lungs, and even breathing stagnated for a moment.Streams of blood squeezed into the arteries, and the elevated blood pressure caused a dull pain in the brain.

The window panel in front of him was knocked, and the rhythmic knock echoed in the room. Its patience and physical strength were exhausted. The white light streaks shining into the room moved back and forth more and more obviously, and the tense muscles urged it to action.

Hunting has never been smooth sailing, and even experienced hunters will occasionally miscalculate.So, he didn't just come with clips.

Kraft did not continue to hesitate, he drew his sword and pried open the cork of the fish oil tank, poured the small half directly on the sword, and the light yellow oil with white flakes flowed down the slot.Turning the wrist, the blade is slightly tilted, so that the oil film covers both sides.

The remaining half of the pot was poured directly into the brazier, and the heat wave hit the face, and the tongue of flames almost licked the cheeks.

Swinging the long sword casually, the blade ignites the moment it cuts through the flames. The most violent and unruly substance known so far burns on the surface of the steel, releasing heat that makes the weapon recall its original state, as if returning to the original state in the forge. form.

Through the hilt and the glove, one can feel the dangerous temperature that causes the protein to carbonize transiently. No carbon-based creature would like it, including the caster, who would frown at such damage to the weapon.

Hanging down the tip of the sword, Kraft walked towards the window step by step, the burning oil dripped, was pulled into a bright ellipsoid by gravity, and fell to the floor with a hiss.

The sound of knocking on the wooden board became more and more urgent. Things as hard as joints and covered with skin were frequently knocked at different positions. call.

He raised the blade in response.The distance is already close to less than five steps away, there is no need to continue to hide the footsteps, and it is even more impossible for the creeping thing separated by a barrier to judge the movement through the sudden sound.

After a short period of energy accumulation, the legs take the lead in exerting force, kicking off the ground and charging forward.Lean forward and use your inertia to the max, leaving nothing to chance.

The long sword is raised horizontally, good hand-eye coordination can help him adjust the angle, and the target is the gap in the middle of the window.

The knocking sound froze, as if confused by the sudden approaching sound. I had never encountered such a situation before, and I didn't know whether to continue to be a demon or break in through the window.

A moment of hesitation completely ruined its last chance to react. Amidst the inconspicuous sound of stagnant friction, the hot blade passed through the gap and came out through the window.

The slippery surface of the outer skin collapses when touched, and the uneven layers are separated together, and the tip pierces into the tangle of tough muscles below.

Similar to the feeling of being plunged into a freshly woven grass ball, the cord-like and block-like collection of muscle fibers is cut and penetrated deeper.

The water-rich tissue shrank violently when it touched the sword body, and the heat was transferred to the surroundings, turning everything into sticky or dry and hard denatured protein filaments, which were roasted black by subsequent heating.A hundred blood coagulation electric knives can't keep up with its efficiency.

A large amount of water vapor escapes in the existing and artificially created loose gaps, causing secondary burns, indiscriminately steaming the lumens, plexiform nerve bundles and fragile glands that flow through the liquid.

The twitching muscles lost the ability to cling, the chisels on the branches were loosened, and the body swayed and lost its balance.

The advantage of the length of the weapon that Old Wood personally selected was reflected, and Kraft, who had not exhausted his strength, could continue to press his weight, carry the remaining momentum and insert it diagonally, and send the remaining blade to that side.

A small piece of flat bone and connecting cartilage were crushed together, and the sword brushed against an irregular bone that was probably a vertebra, and was blocked, and stopped on a layer of extremely hard thick bone plate, piercing into a depth of two inches.

The scream of pain and madness erupted before the results of the battle further expanded. It was an undisguised scream, the most terrifying noise of the vocal organs, like the last hiss of all the passengers on the roller coaster leading to hell in the human world, and the bloody trachea spurted. Deathbed curse.

Contrary to the sound it pretends to be, this growl, contrary to the sound it pretends to be the most painful part of the previous fragmentary memory, has the magic of tormenting the mind, whipping the mind like a thorny thorn soaked in salt water.

It kills the formed mind and disturbs the reason of man.It took Kraft all his strength to execute the motion of pressing down on the hilt of the sword, allowing the blade to lift up and cut through as much tissue as possible.

This action obviously brought more pain. After a weak sound of bones scratching the wall, the weight on the sword lightened, and the screamer slid down, turning into a rumbling sound amidst the sound of huge splashes, and sank into the water .

Kraft shook his head, trying his best to get rid of the dizziness and the inexplicable feeling of falling. Just now he felt that he was out of the fall in a blur of consciousness, but he was exhausted before a certain critical point and did not fall into another deeper place.

The situation did not allow him to think too much, the sound of wooden boards being squeezed and twisted came from the opposite window, and his rationality, which was trying to recover, urged him to pull out the long sword forcefully.

The process of drawing back was not smooth. The grainy sword body bumped into the gaps, scraping off the black and white burnt slag, and the sticky dry glue-like substance dragged the wires. It was really like half-time surgery without cleaning Like the electrocoagulation probe, it was wrapped so that its original shape could not be seen.

The windows cracked completely under the weight, bright white light flooded into the room, overshadowing the light from the brazier, and the shadows of objects stretched long and slender.

The endless refrain echoed in the space again, reflecting back and forth between the walls, and the wet slippery arms and feet that sang the loudest first stretched into the room.

The spreading anxiety was suppressed in my mind, and after experiencing their voices again and again, resistance inevitably arose.

It may be that this annoying noise also has to go through the sensory organs, and that repeated stimulation finally kicks in the adaptation of the receptors, selectively reducing the response to it.

Logical thinking prevailed again.Instead of turning to look at it, Kraft leaned over and picked up another can of fish oil.

After all, the layout still played a role. Accompanied by the sound of dumping viscous objects like internal organs, there was a crisp sound of the machine bracket bouncing.

This was the moment Kraft had been waiting for, mentally braced for another wave of neighing.

This is undoubtedly a test of willpower. For the first time, the surviving sliver of clear mind has withstood its baptism while maintaining a state of independent consciousness.

If possible, Kraft would rather lose consciousness temporarily as before. The physiological escape response of loss of consciousness is the mechanism to avoid receiving all stimuli outside the threshold.

The skeletal muscles trembled unconsciously, the breathing was rapid, the ventricle contracted blindly at high frequency, the acid in the stomach bag refluxed, and the burning sensation surged up, but the consciousness remained awake deliberately, trying to direct the trembling body to throw the oil tank.

Facing the position of the window in memory, it must be fixed in place now, the oil can hit it accurately, the inferior tank body shattered, and the oil spread on the smooth skin.

It didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and roared on its own until Kraft regained control of his body, turned around and stirred up the brazier with his sword, and scattered fiery carbon fire and sparks all over the sky towards it.

The light and shade of the flying fire stream light illuminate the whole picture of the wriggling creature.

There are bright light tumors and waving small branches growing outside the arm-foot structure that fascinated Kallman. Those with hollow tubes groan and scream, and those with mouthparts and sharp teeth chew and devour the surroundings.

The incomplete memory of seeing it last time did not leave much effective information, except for the rows of jagged teeth.

But after understanding it, it is clear that the gums that have given birth to too many fangs are made of a single structure that is only suitable for shredding. They are placed where they are most likely to contact the prey and other branches, and are controlled by the unknown central nervous system. Biting indiscriminately.

The skin full of gullies is lifted by the flexed joints, and the movement is the joint flexion and extension of the bone chain formed by the connection of long bones, which drives the arms and feet that could not be used for climbing to support and pull.

The number of entangled arms and legs is indistinguishable, and the body that grows these twisted things is a blasphemous thing that even Kraft can't accurately describe.

It is a large collection of all "unnecessary" content such as fat, broken bones, useless growths, etc., embellished with facial features, hair, and everything that is not used in the "perfect" structure of the arms and feet. .

They fit together haphazardly, like a particularly enlarged version of a teratoma.The skin struggles to cover part of the surface, and granulation tissue fills the void.

However, disordered hyperplasia and healing often exceed actual needs, with prominent scars and new small blood vessels taking root in them.And because there is no cuticle protection to scratch repeatedly and regenerate, neoplastic polyps protrude into clusters like the corners of the flesh.

The elongated outer ear seems to be the result of volume expansion, and the toothless and tongueless mouth is grinning on the side, gaping hollowly like a silent roar.The pupilless yellow-white eyeballs swivel in vain, gathering in twos and threes in the crowded sockets under the pterygium.

Some small arms are sprouting and growing on them, some have begun to take shape, and most of them are unable to hang down from the roots of the big arms, as if they lack nutrients.

The charcoal fire fell from the air and ignited the fish oil. The erupting flames enveloped its arms and legs, and the neighing concerto pushed to a climax, as if scraping the spirit and the body with a knife, a dual pain torture consciousness that is both real and illusory.

The wriggling thing struggled frantically, pulling the arm and foot bitten by the trap, ignoring the interlocking iron teeth to tear the muscle, and using great force to pull the clip together with the chain nails from the ground, the bone can be seen deep A cloudy, glowing white fluid spilled from the wound.

Stretching its nearly broken stump, it finally regained its freedom. With its ferocious slender opener, its deformed and cumbersome body, driven by burning arms and legs, rushed straight towards Kraft with a roar.

(End of this chapter)