The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 15 The Truth
Amid the sound of the iron door of the "confinement room" being locked again, Ikanser Bernard, who was slowly returning to normal, left here with the mirror called Arrods, which had autonomous consciousness.

Before leaving, let Aiwen wait with peace of mind, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, the judgment of the Backlund Diocese, after all, the cause and effect of the extraordinary incident at the Technical School in Tingen City have become clear.

But he also revealed that given the danger of the "Weeping Angel" statue, the date of freedom may be far away.

And when the other party left, Aiwen, who had not shown any abnormalities from the beginning to the end, waited quietly after dinner, making sure that no one would bother him again.

According to the method given by Arrods, he raised his right hand and stretched out an index finger in front of his eyes, constantly adjusting the focal distance between the fingertip and his eyes until under the influence of his own hidden squint.

The difference in perspective between the two eyes successfully caused the double image of the index finger to be divided into two, and then focused on the narrow field of vision between the "two index fingers", and began to let go of the thoughts in the mind and observe carefully.

Time passed by slowly, and suddenly, Aiwen saw a bright white light appear between his index fingers.

"Is this what Arrods said about the color of his aura?"

With curiosity, he slowly moved his fingers away, and found that all objects in the room, including the walls, had turned into gray lines similar to those drawn by pencils.

The gas lamp on the wall that originally emitted a dim yellow light, now looks like a faint black hole, losing its original bright color.

The small room no longer obstructed his vision, showing the outline of objects behind the walls like sketches.

When he moved his gaze to the right, through the illusory wall, he suddenly saw a white figure with a body of yellow and green mixed with red light shining in his head, presenting himself in a reclining posture. in front of you.

"According to Arrods' introduction, ordinary inanimate objects usually don't have color, while a normal human body is white, internal organs are yellow and green, and the main body of the brain is purple. The blue light points represent thinking and reason, and the red dots represent thinking and reason. It represents enthusiasm and excitement, if there is grayness, it means that lesions have occurred..."

While recalling the content on the mirror, he compared what he saw.

Suddenly, Ai Wen had a little doubt about the dazzling red light on the head of the figure next door:
"It seems to be the location of the pharmacy over there, but what is that guy doing, so excited?"

After looking around for a long time, he didn't find any weird behaviors from the other party. He continued to move his eyes, passing through walls, spaces where books, machinery, materials, and weapons were placed, and figures emitting different lights. His gaze turned further afield.

As the line of sight deepens, the repeated superimposed illusory lines bring all the objects in the field of vision, some dizzying and weird double images.

The eyes began to become sore, and there was a faint tingling pain in my mind.

Aiwen, who was not used to it for a while, stopped trying to stretch his sight, and after a short pause, he looked at the distant scenery.

As far as the eye can see, carriages full of passengers with oil lamps are walking slowly on the streets with Gothic spiers on both sides. The wheels run over the dung baskets behind the horses, leaving behind The excrement printed long and narrow traces on the ground.

At this time, a thin figure carrying a basket on the side of the road suddenly attracted Aiwen's attention.

He saw that the opponent's body was mixed with a little gray, and the head was shining with light red and faint blue light spots. He trotted to the excrement crushed by the wheels, took out a shovel-shaped tool, and carefully scattered it on the ground. The debris on the street was gathered into his own basket.

But not long after, a taller child who was also carrying a pannier followed. He grabbed the pannier of the thin figure and kept pushing until the other side inadvertently resisted and wrestled fiercely.

There was no suspense in the final result. The older children left quickly in a panic, and the thin figure fell to the ground. The liquid with weak spirituality slowly oozed from the head. Gradually became cold and gray.

On the street, two hungry children fought over some scattered horse manure. In the banquet hall just separated by a wall, a lady in a complicated dress and a man with a red light on his head who were equally meticulous were in the spacious hall. Dancing wildly inside, venting the energy that has nowhere to be released.

As the line of sight deepened, there were more hungry children in the slums where the sewage flowed, with no food and no clothes.

Their parents are working overtime in the factory with primitive technology, with a large body of gray and dark bodies.

The tearing and desperate social scene drove Aiwen to extend his searching eyes. He saw that the land in the distance became barren, and more refugees poured into the city shrouded in darkness.

He saw "ancient" sailing ships lost on the ocean covered by violent storms, pierced by unknown tentacles, sinking into the deep sea in despair, and scattered in the depths of the never-sunning seabed. There are many building wrecks that make his heart twitch.

He saw a continent shrouded in darkness, with terrifying and strange monsters roaming around. A small group of unyielding explorers, after suffering huge casualties, held up their torches and moved forward unswervingly in an unknown direction.

Forcibly suppressing the crazy stretch of sight, Ivan raised his head and cast his gaze at the starry sky that Arrodes said contained the truth.

Soon, an illusory space overlapping with reality appeared in front of his eyes. In that space, all the colors became distinct, and the red became more red and the green was greener, as if blooming on a drawing board. oil paint.

One after another, indescribable illusory objects constantly shuttled among the grotesque colors, adding a strange vitality to the illusory space.

And in the higher part of that space, in the depths shrouded in gray-white mist, there are seven streamers of different colors swimming. They seem to have strange powers, and they bring endless knowledge when they stare.

Ai Wen looked away, resisting the needle-like pain in his mind, and looked higher and farther away.

Immediately, he saw the starry sky isolated behind a layer of dim film, and an ugly and hideous dark red star.

A crimson ocean flows on its surface, covered with dense cocoons of huge sarcoma, spreading across high and low scattered ring mountains, as if the stomach pouch of some kind of creature is slowly wriggling, trying to completely melt the ground below.

As if aware of the gaze from the outside world, the strange sea of ​​blood suddenly surged violently like boiling water in a pot.
The dense cocoons suddenly opened one by one, and the creepy vertical eyes began to shrink crazily towards the sea of ​​blood, revealing the dry and barren soil below.

Finally, on the vast ocean, a twisted and weird terrifying object condensed.

It turned its dense compound eyes, condescendingly looking down at Aiwen who was looking up into the distance, his eyes full of madness and desire for destruction.

The indescribable depraved will, like an invisible sharp blade, instantly pierced Ivan's mind, making his thoughts chaotic, and his extended vision was blurred by the sudden gushing of blood in his eyes that were on the verge of collapse.

But in the pain that seemed to be splitting his soul, he saw the original appearance of the desolate stars covered with craters and impact craters.

It's the brightest object in the sky after the Sun, even though it doesn't emit light.

It has a diameter of 3476 kilometers and has a volume that is 49th that of the blue star in memory.

But it is still attracted by the beautiful star, and will always face the other side, spending hundreds of millions of years together.

People in my hometown are always full of beautiful yearning for it, regard it as a holy god, regard the moon sea without a drop of water as a laurel tree, and imagine a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, standing under the tree and gazing at the distant world. home.

"That's...the moon?" Ivan murmured to himself, a majestic and deep confession flashed in his mind:
It also represents the end of a phase and a new beginning!
"So... here is the earth, and I finally returned to my hometown."

"But she...why did she become like this?!"

While whispering silently, Aiwen's body began to tremble violently. The corners of his mouth that were torn from being too open seemed unable to breathe at all, but the sharp canine teeth began to grow crazily, and the bulging cocoon on his back seemed to be brewing. The sharp corners of the light wings.

His heart was like a roaring drum, and the twisted blood vessels under his cheeks almost pierced his skin. Endless anger and thirst for blood began to surge in his long-silent heart.

"False God!" Ivan shouted with open arms, the flames rising from his eyes burned up the gushing blood.

Behind the slightly emaciated body gradually emerged a giant phantom wearing a silver-white dilapidated power armor with a height of about three meters, and roared angrily toward the sky:

"What have you done to my hometown!!"

The relics scattered in the deep sea played back in his mind.

Unknown monsters roamed the city-state shrouded in darkness, and around them, dilapidated buildings stretched into the distance.

In a certain decaying corner, the exquisite reliefs faintly visible on the broken bricks and tiles seem to silently tell about a glorious time.

But few people remember the buried past, and the latecomers can only parody the false glory under the decaying brilliance of the evil gods.

There are kingdoms of contempt floating in the starry sky, some of them are like the rising sun, some are like a sleeping night, and there are fortresses densely covered with complex machinery, which are slowly covered like a lunar eclipse, mixed with bright scarlet moonlight.

In the huge mechanical castle, warm knuckles knocked on the mechanical seat, and there were bursts of dull sounds. The perfect doll with its palms propped up against its chin let out a strange chuckle. It seemed like a frozen statue, quietly Overlooking the magnificent tide of the times...

(End of this chapter)