The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 38 Gathering Again
Huge gunshots, accompanied by rapid flashes, erupted one after another in the hall of the Dragon Bar.

In the intertwined flames, the black hair that suddenly grew on the head of Tris, who was soaked in blood, was like a waterfall, setting off his slender figure.

Like an elegant dancer dancing under flashing lights, passing death again and again.

Aiwen, whose eyes gradually showed scarlet light, completely transformed into an accompaniment musician while firing fiercely.

On the other side, Upton, who escaped from the crowd, took the opportunity to take out a special bullet from his arms and put it into the gun, rushed to the door and shot it into the sky, and a brilliant firework exploded above the bar a few seconds later.

Punisher Cohen's muscles swelled, revealing gray-black smooth skin like a whale. He rushed towards Tris without fear, but was continuously repelled by the black flames lingering around him.

Even with Aiwen's remote assistance using the blasting shotgun, there is no way to prevent the opponent from climbing up the bar loft along the wall, and then successfully jumping onto the street and running without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After chasing out of the bar gate, and firing several shots at Tris's back without getting any feedback, Ivan lowered his gun somewhat discouraged, and finally gave up the pursuit.

Three Transcendents of Sequence Nine were unable to completely suppress a Sequence Eight. Of course, there were some special reasons for this.

"The Chosen of the Evil God!"

The restless emotions were gradually calmed down by Brenes, and he sighed secretly. Only then did he realize that the coat on his chest had been burned with a big hole by Tris's black flame spear.

Although he was not seriously injured due to the barrier of the vest-shaped steel plate, the weeping angel relief that was originally hidden below was completely exposed to the air.

He hurriedly covered the relief with his dilapidated coat, and looked back for a while at Upton and Cohen, the former Punisher Captain Swain's subordinate. After not growing scale-like feathers, he slowly felt relieved.

Then I saw Upton coming over, and said dejectedly: "I used the sensor to notify the station before, and just now I fired a signal flare to confirm the position. Acting Captain Ikanser and the others should be here soon..."

"Yeah, it would be great if there was a walkie-talkie...even if it's just for civilian use!" Ivan nodded slowly, looking a little melancholy.

The awkward technological development of this era has always made him feel a deep sense of powerlessness. There is wireless telegraphy, but electric batteries are not popular; there are complex machinery, but internal combustion engines have not appeared.

Having said that, even if the Heart of Mechanics team in the northern district had been notified in time, the day lily would have been cold by the time they arrived.

After all, horse-drawn carriages can run less than 120 miles, and when bicycles become popular in the future, it will not help to become a hot wheel.

"It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others!"

"But the question is, where can I buy the extraordinary items I urgently need when the underground trading market is destroyed?"

While thinking silently, waiting for Ikanser and others who came from afar, together with the punishers who arrived earlier, they completed the interrogation of the scene, and Aiwen and Upton finally boarded the carriage back to the station.

In the rickety carriage, Upton, who hadn't slept all night last night and experienced another battle just now, curled up and slowly fell asleep.

Aiwen, who was sitting on the opposite side, began to keep thinking about the limited power of explosive shotguns in the round-up operation of the underground trading market. Tris, the evil god who was seriously injured, was still able to show good flexibility and combat effectiveness. Medium screening for the feasibility of increasing the coverage area of ​​firepower.

In order to achieve the ultimate coexistence of portability and power, the best choice is of course the empire's strongest individual weapon "bolt gun". "Grenade gun" can also achieve a similar effect.

Moreover, the special bullets equipped with tear gas bombs, smoke bombs, pepper gas bombs, flares, white phosphorus bombs, deer bombs, dart bombs, anti-personnel bombs, and high-explosive bombs cannot penetrate ceramic steel armor, but they can deal with light armor. The target still has decent lethality.

Besides, there are no Rebel Astartes here.

"I don't believe that next time he will be blown into minced meat, he will still be able to run so fast!"

Squinting his eyes, Ivan raised his hand and rubbed his clean chin, thinking about how to make Tris in the future.

But suddenly found a crimson light rising like a tide, completely submerging him in an instant.

……

In the wide hall above the gray mist that looks like a temple, on both sides of the ancient and mottled bronze long table, behind the sudden flashes of red light, blurred figures with different expressions gradually condensed.

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool!"

The energetic Audrey saluted first on the long bronze table, and said with a little excitement: "It's a pity that there is no good wine here, otherwise I would be able to toast your previous successful attempt."

At the same time, Alger, the Hanged Man across the long table, also expressed his heartfelt praise.

"Your power is far beyond our imagination!"

As for Aiwen, who was far under the long table, he watched the rainbow farts of the members of the Tarot Society scrambling for the fool in confusion, and it took a long time to recover.

"I almost forgot, every Wednesday afternoon there is a gathering of superhumans..."

"Maybe, I can try to buy extraordinary items here?"

Thinking of this, he also cast his eyes on the top of the long table, seeing the Fool facing the Hanged Man and the compliment of justice, as if responding to ritual magic like the gods, just doing a trivial thing, slightly nodded and turned And said:
"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are now a Transcendent!"

"There is also Mr. Hanged Man who was successfully promoted..."

Hehe...Actually, I don't know what sequence the Hanged Man is in now, but through my spiritual vision, I found that the color in the depths of the opponent's aura is much purer, but this does not prevent me from showing the personality that a fool should have... From the bottom of my heart After thinking about it for a while, Klein quickly stopped the topic under the surprised eyes of the members of the Tarot Society.

Immediately, he raised his fist and tapped the center of his eyebrows to close his spirit vision, and said expectantly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, have you found Russell's diary?"

Hearing the Fool's question, Audrey, who had become an "audience", cast her scrutiny on the other two members.

Alger, who was watching the Hanged Man, felt uncomfortable for a while, and said after a while of silence: "I have two pages of Roselle's diary, and I have memorized their contents, and I can show them at any time."

"I have a page." Audrey, who was shrouded in gray mist, said briefly like a real audience.

"I have three pages!"

At this time, Aiwen, who was at the head of the long table, suddenly spoke with a smile on his face.

Originally, he was going to report a few more pages to get a supernatural item from the Fool, but when he thought that it was too shocking and might reveal the secret that he could understand Roselle's diary, he simply added an extra page on the basis of The Hanged Man. Page.

Regarding this, Klein the Fool, who pretended to be calm first on the long table, nodded slightly and said, "Very good."

Immediately, paper and pens appeared, and the members were asked to copy them out.

But when it came to Aiwen's side, it made him a little bit difficult for a while.

Because he wasn't sure whether Roselle had leaked the Chinese language, nor was he sure what the Fool's purpose in collecting Roselle's diary was, and what consequences it might cause.

So after a little weighing, he finally decided to ignore some special events in Roselle's diary, and then make up some random content, and hand in the finished product with mixed truth and falsehood.

"Anyway, they are all Chinese diaries, and some of them are indeed true, so it's not a lie..."

Suppressing a smile, Ai Wen began to write on the long bronze table, and in a short while wrote three full sheets, which successfully flashed into the hands of the fool.

After sweeping his gaze, ignoring the typos that didn't have a serious impact on reading itself, and the quotations that were copied out of order after repeated copying, Klein began to read carefully.

And Audrey the Justice and Alger the Hanged Man sat quietly in their seats and waited for Klein to concentrate on reading.

For them, the fact that the Fool knew the secret symbols of Emperor Roselle was very suitable for the identity of the other party.

After all, it was He who first proposed the concept of "Roselle's Diary", and in the previous ceremony, the three-paragraph prayer made them take it for granted that the Fool has a personality similar to that of the Seven Gods.

For these wonderful misunderstandings, Klein also "reasonably" did not give any explanation.

【October [-]nd, without consulting me in advance, they decided to get me engaged to Matilda of the Abel family!God, I haven't even met her yet!

No, I want to refuse!Even if I run away from home, even if I am self-reliant from now on, and suffer all kinds of oppression, I still have to resist this arranged marriage!

October [-]th Miss Matilda is so pretty.

On October [-]th, her personality and temperament are all the type I like, and I am looking forward to our marriage!
……

On April 23, this group of nobles was really chaotic!I thought that Mrs. Karen hooked me up because of my connotation, but who knew that her husband, the Earl of Champagne, was peeping next door. He was so excited that he even wanted to anal me! 】

At the head of the long table, after reading the first page of the diary that Aiwen handed over first, Klein couldn't wait to turn to the second page, but found that the content behind it became:
【April 27th, the food in this world is really terrible. I suddenly began to miss the hot pot in my hometown, mandarin duck pot, shabu-shabu tripe, fatty beef slices, and garlic dipping sauce with coriander...】

"By the way, Great Emperor...have you ever been pouted?"

"And what is the heretical way to eat coriander and garlic?"

The corners of his eyes twitched for a while, and Klein found helplessly that Roselle didn't seem to keep a diary every day. Usually, after encountering some things, he needed to complain and vent his emotions, so he would use the diary to record.

Moreover, the order of these diaries that have been copied repeatedly is out of order. Without the year, it is difficult to judge when they were written.

"Also, female... the diary provided by Mr. Sacrifice is just a daily routine, and there is no secret at all!"

After reading the Roselle diary handed in by Aiwen with some disappointment, Klein couldn't wait to turn his attention to the remaining three pages provided by Justice and the Hanged Man.

　Thank you "Luo Qicai" for your reward, and thank you for your recommendation!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)