The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 1 The Bird and the Diamond Mountain

"Astartes, your Emperor has returned!"

The majestic figure stands in the sky, the space seems to be torn into countless fragments, the shocking announcement is endlessly stirring in the mind, but there are layers of ethereal calls in the ears.

These noisy sounds gradually converged over time, making everything chaotic and chaotic.

I don't know how long it took, consciousness began to slowly rise from the ocean of intertwined noises, and the originally ethereal call gradually became clear from far to near.

"Alvin Stimson!"

"Alvin Stimson, can you hear me?"

In the chaotic consciousness, Aiwen gradually found himself, but he felt the numbness and pain in his body like a tide.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the bright light emitted by the weird chandelier above his head gradually dispelled the haze that filled his vision.

Under the chandelier, on the opposite side of the long rusty iron table, a lady wearing a classic black veiled dress, her face hidden behind the light of the chandelier, raised her hand on the edge of the long table, knocked on the slender silver pipe, and emitted In a deliberately suppressed deep voice:
"Alvin Stimson, answer my question now!"

"It's a new trick!"

Facing the inquiry, Ai Wen showed a long-lost smile as if unconsciously.

He tried to move his limbs, and found that although he seemed to be sitting on the chair normally, he seemed to be bound by something secretly, unable to move at all, as if he had been fixed on the eternal golden throne in a stagnant position.

At the same time, as the pain and numbness gradually receded, intermittent chuckles or depressing whispers came from the shadows that the chandelier could not illuminate.

"interesting!"

"What's the story this time?"

"Secret room interrogation?" Aiwen shook his head, and met the lady on the opposite side of the long table, hiding his sight in the shadows.

He believed that his subconscious, which was on the verge of collapse due to the almost eternal torture of the Golden Throne, would not distort such a simple story.

After all, this is an eternal instrument of torture that is unbelievable even for the Haemonculus of the Dark Eldar to please the evil gods by pursuing the ultimate pain.

The so-called "eternity" is that there was a diamond mountain in the past. It took 100 years to climb up and 100 years to go around. Every 100 years, a bird would come to the mountain to sharpen its beak.

It wasn't until the Diamond Mountain was completely polished that he spent the first second on the eternal golden throne!
"Hahaha...how sad!"

"Tattoo!"

Aiwen's unscrupulous laughter seemed to irritate the lady across the long table. She knocked heavily on the slender silver pipe on the edge of the table, with unconcealable anger in her tone:
"Alvin Stimson, tell me who the murderer is?"

"It's me, it's me!...Hahaha."

"He looks like he's going crazy!"

Outside the one-way glass window where the light of the chandelier could not reach, old Deke, who was wearing a black tuxedo and a bow tie, with gray hair and protruding nasolabial folds on both sides of his cheeks, but still full of energy, looked worriedly at the mechanical heart beside him. Team Captain Dick.

"How about... we invite the Nighthawks to try?"

"After all, this thing is just a magical item, not a real nightmare. Mrs. Salier can only roughly observe it, and cannot effectively guide the dream."

Under the old Dirk's suggestion, he was dressed in a brown priest's robe, and was unusually tall; with a rough face, but wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, Dick's overall style was very weird.

After hesitating for a while, he sighed and said:
"Let's try again. Dunn Smith doesn't seem to be in a good state of mind recently. This case is unusual. I'm worried that it will cause some unnecessary trouble."

After all, he raised his hand and pulled down the handle beside him. With the strange howling of the gears rubbing against each other, the machine connected to Aiwen's body, which looked like an electric torture chair, began to run crazily.

"Ta...ta...ta..."

A strange sound floated from the darkness where the lights could not illuminate.

On the concrete floor that still had water stains, there were rows of green-painted wooden table legs, and the old blackboard on the far wall had some strange and distorted symbols smeared with chalk.

This is a classroom, the misty windows cut off the prying eyes, the long rusty iron table under the light of the chandelier, and the lady whose face was hidden in the darkness on the opposite side of the long table have long disappeared .

Instead, there was a seemingly ordinary wooden desk, and a notebook neatly placed in the center of the desk, with a curled cover and rough edges.

Looking around, Aiwen slowly raised his hand with great interest and reached for the notebook on the desktop. This time he was not hindered by anything.

He curled his fingers and opened the cover, and a line of twisted and grotesque scrawled words appeared in front of his eyes.

"I'm Alvin Stimson, if you see this sentence, it means I'm dead!"

"Hahaha……"

Holding the notebook, Ivan's shoulders suddenly began to shrug uncontrollably.

"Maybe... I should hold my head in pain and tremble, then fall to the ground with a strange scream, get up in a panic and start running away?"

"Or, ask it what to do next?"

Looking at the messy text on the notebook, he raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corner of his eyes, but suddenly heard a noisy voice in his ear.

When he raised his head, he found that at some point in time, the originally empty classroom was filled with tall, short, fat and thin figures of different shapes.

At this moment, they were all in one order, casting a pair of sympathetic or disgusting gazes to this side, staring at his every move, with undisguised eyes full of resentment and malice.

"Alvin, Alvin!"

In the same row, the boy sitting next to him across the aisle suddenly called out his name, and handed over a copper knife with mottled green stains that looked pitted.

He didn't reach out to pick it up, but just turned his head sideways, watching the other party playfully and quietly.

Watching the expression of the boy next to him gradually becoming irritable, the arm that was only about half a meter slowly stretched, wriggling like a spirit snake, and almost smashed the rotten copper knife on his face.

"Evan, take it..."

"Hold it!"

One after another, voices exploded in my ears.

And as the voice became louder and more urgent, in the classroom, including the boys across the aisle, figures with blurred faces began to become distorted, and gray-brown scales appeared on their bodies. feather".

They slowly sat up from their respective seats, opening their catfish-like mouths full of sharp teeth, constantly emitting evil thoughts that seemed to be real, and even made the exposed skin feel a slight tingling sensation.

"squeak……"

With the soft sound of the table and chair being pushed, Aiwen suddenly stood up, lifted the chair under his buttocks with one hand, and condescended to the neighbor, the distorted boy smiled and said:

"You remind me of a time when..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang", accompanied by scattered wooden fragments, and the fearful atmosphere in the classroom suddenly stagnated.

After taking a breath, he ignored the horrified faces and the slightly astonished expressions, bent down and picked up the broken chair leg, shook his head in disgust and said:
"The waste of Nurgle's men!"

After finishing speaking, he rounded his arms, and the more intense knocking sound echoed in the overcrowded classroom again.

And every time there was a dull and fierce loud noise in the classroom, the woman in the long iron table in the secret room, wearing a black classic veil dress, would subconsciously tremble with the slender silver pipe in her hand.

It wasn't until Aiwen, who looked like a madman, was swarmed up by the distorted figure and completely swallowed him. On the opposite side of the long table, the towering chest exposed in the light of the chandelier began to rise and fall again. There was a trembling voice that was not deliberately suppressed:

"Rude madman!"

"Gentleness will only make the other party gain an inch."

Slowly opening his eyes, Aiwen raised the corners of his mouth, and responded seriously to the lady whose face was hidden in the shadows.

Then he said very apologetically:
"Unfortunately, the operation failed!"

While speaking, he suddenly licked the corners of his mouth, turned his head slowly and turned his gaze to the left. In the darkness where the light of the chandelier could not reach, he said with a little excitement:

"However... I am willing to try again!"

(End of this chapter)