Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 66 Burning
When it comes to facing such a twisted monster head-on, it is difficult for a warrior to be fearless, and Kraft is certainly not such a person.

It acts in an uncoordinated state between crawling and wriggling. Each arm and leg bursts out with considerable strength, but they are not coordinated with each other. It only uses force, regardless of the overall balance.It's like throwing yourself forward, gaining a speed that doesn't match your body shape at the cost of imbalance.

The teeth and horniness scraped the floor, plowing out an annoying screeching sound, rolling on the eardrum like ratchets, it felt like the reamer of a large meat grinder was spinning, and it came with a huge sense of oppression.

Kraft, who was affected by the hissing, barely made an evasive movement and dodged to the side.

This movement was obviously noticed by it, and it slapped its arms and feet to cut the ground, trying to change direction halfway.However, these limbs have sufficient strength and insufficient coordination. They only turned a small angle for the high-speed torso and passed Kraft.

A half-formed arm and foot extended its mouthparts and appendages, biting fiercely, bypassing the blade of the crossbar, tearing off a cuff button attached to the cuff at the moment of contact, chewing and tearing the cloth unwillingly.The metal buckle was repeatedly ground and deformed between the teeth, and it was unclear whether it was the teeth or the crunching sound of the buckle breaking.

If it is closer, it may be a few fingers or even half a palm inside.

There is a faint pain on the ulnar side of the wrist, as if there is warm liquid seeping out, but it does not interfere with the activity, I just hope it is not a superficial blood vessel that has been cut open.

He found that his hands were trembling slightly, and the long sword became heavy.Is it the fear of death passing by, or the irrepressible exhaustion?
The hissing sound broke out again, and the strange creature that hit the wall shook its huge sarcoma body, swinging its arms and legs to turn.Although there is no room for morphological development on the outside, it does seem to have a "front" in self-cognition, and it needs to be aimed at in this direction.

Normally, Kraft could deal with such stupid brute force all night, but now he can clearly feel that his state is deteriorating.The physical strength was consumed in the violent physiological reaction, and the body and spirit were tortured by the roaring sound. The last time I felt this way was the 1000-meter physical test of the soul in the university.

He panted heavily, filling his lungs with air full of water vapor and burnt smell, as well as the disgusting smell of burnt protein.His physical strength reached a very dangerous critical point, all sensations were fading away, the edge of his field of vision turned black, and only the horrific sound echoed in his ears.

His spirit and will were also on the verge of limit, and he maintained the confrontation only with the last bit of numbness and rationality. At least he should not fall down until he completely lost control of his body.

That thing rushed, and when it finished accelerating, Kraft found the opportunity to avoid it again, allowing this mass of rotten flesh to come into close contact with the wall for the second time, and the brazier stand in the middle was directly smashed, Scattered into pieces of wood.

Sporadic flames were still burning on it, and the burnt skin of the wrist and foot was blackened and cracked, and it was smashed during the violent movement, revealing the yellow-white dry scab underneath, crawling with a branch-like vascular network.

It seemed that the pain of severed limbs and superficial burning were far from fatal injuries to it, perhaps not even serious injuries, and it would only be itself that would be dragged to death if it continued.

Consciousness searches for unused layouts in the room in memory, most of which cannot be used by current physical strength.

But you don't have to do it yourself.

The mode of action of this thing does match at least half of Kraft's guesses.The design performance of the arm and foot is quite good, but it is not enough to support the continuous high-frequency movement of a huge body, and can only make a burst of speed.

Moreover, the movement of all arms and legs lacks unity, and the center lacks complete control over them, so that the change of direction after the speed is increased is quite inflexible.

The remaining flames on its body gave the consciousness a little inspiration, and while turning to this moment, it moved towards the bed.

Heavy, viscous, soft and sharp, the soft body is supported by hard bones, and the paradoxical body doesn't care about his intentions, just like before rushing to the front.

A little courage is needed to overcome the blind avoidance driven by fear.Let it get closer, and still closer, until you can see the scarred arms and feet, the molars lurking in the shadow behind the fangs lined in the mouthparts, and the gaps between the teeth are filled with glowing fragments.

Countless mouthparts are stirring, opening and closing, hoping that the prey that will no longer escape will fall into it, be chopped and ground, digested, and become a part of it.

According to its previous performance, it will have to wait for a while until the huge body occupies most of the field of vision, and it is a foregone conclusion to run over this position.

Then, in the direction of the widest space, dodge with all your strength, and get out of the large number of fish oil tanks lined up beside the bed behind you.At this point, he completely exhausted the last bit of strength, fell to the ground, moved to the corner with his hands on the ground, and tried his best to distance himself.

There was a continuous crisp sound of breaking, the thick liquid splashed and flowed, was ignited by the small flame on its body, the dying embers expanded violently, and a large group of dazzling red burst, engulfing the body and most of its arms and legs.

The heat that was so thick that it seemed to have acquired a substance expanded in the room, and the flames flowed on the ground with the grease, and the heat was unprecedentedly high.

The twisted soft body struggled and rolled in the raging fire, its arms and legs twitched and curled, and it knocked over other jars while being stained with more fish oil. Bathed in the expanding pool of fire, it let out the last wave of hoarse roars, and the heat wave sent embrittlement and cracks. lingering sound.

Then, scorching gas and flowing oil penetrated any cavity that dared to open, roasting the stupidly fragile tissue that dared to challenge its ephemeral and glorious authority, and the verdict ranged from medium to very rare.

Burning, violent and cruel burning, the most intuitive manifestation of energy is like the closing of giant claws, ravaging and destroying this exquisite and malicious biological masterpiece built by organic matter, calcium salt and water from the outside to the inside.

The water is evaporated before it can seep out, the epidermis curls and shrinks, blackens and falls off.The muscles contracted, the joints bent, and the arms and legs twisted into a twisted and contracted shape. After a short struggle, the branches turned into scorched black indistinguishable substances, entangled and continued to burn.

Eyeballs without pupils flow out denatured contents like punctured blisters, elongated facial features that are not obvious at all are baked and melted, sizzling oil and water mix and bubble, billowing thick smoke, pungent smoky smell and strange fat The smell of frying oil filled every inch of the air.

When thinking that what is being burned is human tissue, the smell that makes the stomach and intestines churn adds another layer of extreme spiritual disgust.

After struggling in vain and declaring failure, unexpected changes happened to it.Kraft watched it peel off layer by layer, separating from the outermost arm and foot, and falling off joint by joint.

At first, I thought that the dried part could not bear its own weight and collapsed. Then I noticed that the inner layer still had red-gray muscle separated from the bone, and the aponeurosis was withered and corrupted.

A force supporting this impossibly existing body was pulled away from the impeccable "peripherals" together with the water, the motor system was abandoned, and the excess growth shrank and shriveled.

The flame devoured these inactivated tissues faster, and the spreading fire closely followed its contraction, approaching the core.

Logically speaking, if it was a pure human body structure recombination, it would have lost all vitality long ago.But after ditching the arm-legged, lumpy outer layer, there's still something moving inside.

Burn, fall off.

There is a core trying to adjust this balance, instinctively throwing away the irreparable parts, in order to survive from the desperate situation of the sea of ​​fire.

From this point of view, it is not like a part of the whole, but more like treating itself as an individual that can exist independently. The logic is similar to that the brain thinks that it only temporarily lives in a place that delivers nutrients and provides shelter, and regards the body as "others". thing" rather than the self.

However, this countermeasure is destined not to be effective, the flames are still burning, and being in the center cannot be avoided anyway, and more and more ashes and ruined organizations collapse into new fuel, showing the core of abandoning them.

The turbid and viscous flowing light, like the beating and contracting of the heart, is not brighter than the light tumors on the epidermis, but highlights the thick and viscous feeling, high-density dirty white, and the color of fungal infection pus spots.

In the depths, it wriggled, and every time the flame rose, it shrunk inward a little more, the space for movement kept shrinking, and the viscous and disgusting feeling became more and more intense.

Even if the appearance of this creeping creature with vocal cords was beyond human tolerance, the viscous core was an out-of-place, self-conscious lesion in the wreckage, unrelated to the rest, and not a component found in the human structure.

Needless to say, Kraft stood up leaning on his sword, rested for a while without the interference of neighing, and now he can stand up to get the torch.

Light it on the edge of the pool of fire, and throw it into the struggling core with a little aim, adding fuel to it.

The shriveled and dry tissue became the final fuel for incineration. The thing squirmed and contracted, but there was no room for escape. The flames surrounded it, and the last remnant of the abomination was burned indiscriminately, and the malicious white light was completely annihilated.

Its contraction brought great convenience to burning, and the dry shrinkage tissue took over the grease, responsible for the second half of this grand bonfire, the soft tissues connecting the joints burned, the skeleton collapsed, the organic components in the bones were lost, and the surface was blackened.

Kraft, who moved to the window early, waited for the first and possibly the last bonfire party he participated in in his life to slowly go out. A large area of ​​bone remains spread out, and the surface carbonized tissue of various shapes was difficult to identify.

Approaching the edge of the fire where the high temperature has not yet dissipated, I stepped on a piece of charred black bone, which was broken into small pieces in the crackling sound. Sure enough, as the systematic anatomy teacher said, the calcined bone has little organic content, and is hard and brittle. .

I didn’t have a chance to touch one in class back then. The teacher showed the only calcined bone among several boxes of bones in the whole classroom in the glass box. I didn’t expect to waste one to try the texture and don’t need to worry about medical ethics. Learning heavy punches is really a bit of a luxury, I have to say.

There are still many scattered on the ground, all sizes, upper and lower limbs, torso and bones. If it is not for the potential danger, I really want to take it back as a teaching aid.

He was thinking wildly to relieve his mental stress. The twisted and wriggling phantoms that were still flickering in front of his eyes faded a little bit, and he still had hallucinations of overlapping distances and nearness in his ears. physical life.

Now is a good time to go back, but his work isn't done yet.The answer he wanted may be hidden in the lump in the middle that is more pleasing to the eye after being burned...

It could also be another mystery.

(End of this chapter)