The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 50 My Hometown
Facing Sariel, who had hardly been in contact with Sariel since the last extraordinary event, Aiwen had no choice but to patiently explain that he did not have the habit of drinking blood at ordinary times, and only when he was seriously traumatized physically or mentally would he drink blood in the "visual Spectral red shift phenomenon occurs in "Control Organ", and then bursts out blood thirst.

As for the more berserk "Black Rage", he didn't mention it. After all, this is a relatively troublesome weakness, and it's difficult to enter and escape from that state. Until he sat on the Golden Throne, he didn't study any effective methods. method of restraint.

Even the entire split Holy Blood Legion, as well as the original cast space warriors created later, as long as they have the genetic makeup of Sanguinius, basically no one dares to say that they have completely overcome the black fury.

After all, in a difficult battle, watching your battle group being brutally slaughtered by the enemy, even the wailers with the lowest blood content, who once suppressed the black anger, will awaken ten times the black anger before and turn it into a massacre. machine.

Finally, after a bit of talking, Salier, who was seriously biased, didn't understand what Ivan was talking about.

But he could barely believe that he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts about her for the time being, so he started the divination ceremony and successfully obtained some fragmentary information.

The follow-up matter was much simpler. With the repeated efforts of the Razor Gang and Tingen City Patrolmen, Ivan finally found the lost bicycle before he set off to Pritz Harbor to trade extraordinary items. A steel factory worker took off the front wheel and took it home after work.

When the target was caught and brought to justice, the one-month sentence was finally commuted to an out-of-prison sentence given that he was the only breadwinner for the family.

Even so, he lost his low-paying job at the steel mill, and life became harder.

Until one day when the sun was setting, the sallow and emaciated Matt was on his way home from loading and unloading work on the pier, and saw a ragged child lying next to a trash can in a rich area, gobbling up the rotten vegetables and leaves inside. At that time, he finally couldn't help but began to cover his face and cry.

At the same time, in a dark corner where no one noticed, a figure was writing furiously at the scene in front of him:
"The great existence says that stealing will be punished as it should be!"

"But He also said at the same time that the most loyal believers cannot give up these lost lambs, and must lead them on a more loyal path and contribute their meager strength to the great plan..."

Closing the book with a "snap", Admisor adjusted the robe he found somewhere, and walked towards Matt with a solemn face, squatting and pulling the child crying like a fart.

At the same time, in a pious and solemn tone, he said:
"This gentleman..."

……

Two days after the theft, Ivan took the 3400 pounds in cash advanced from Ikanser, and completed the long-awaited dinner at the Warrior and Sea Bar in the White Rose District of Pritz Harbor as promised. Extraordinary item trading.

Among them, 3000 pounds were transferred to the bar owner as an intermediary fee for The Hanged Man, and at the same time, he got the Flute of Pan for [-] pounds.

Throughout the transaction process, although there were some twists and turns in finding the seller who had been refusing to show up, at least there were no major mistakes.

In the afternoon of the same day, Aiwen re-boarded the double-decker sailing passenger ship and returned to Tingen along the Tussock River upstream.

Lying on the comfortable bed in the specially reserved single room, he finally had time to compare the usage instructions and carefully study the piece, which was slightly larger than the palm of his hand and consisted of thirteen slender poultry leg bones of decreasing length. A transcendent item similar to a pan flute.

Pan's Flute
A sacrificial item from an ancient ruin in the Southern Continent was accidentally obtained by a gold panning team.

Extraordinary ability: When the user plays, it will have a hypnotic effect on creatures within a radius of 15 meters, and pull them into their own dreams, but there is a certain chance of entering an unknown dream.

Negative effect: Although the Flute of Pan God does not have the characteristics of being alive, it will continue to lure the holder to blow it, and after entering the first layer of dreams for an hour, there will be a tendency to slide to deeper layers of dreams. This trend is difficult to detect, perhaps through a door, turn a crossing will enter the next layer of dreams.

After repeated tests, the time flow rate between reality and dreams is roughly 1:20, and so on.

The first layer of dreams: The user himself is the main body to map the surrounding environment. The dreams are relatively simple and lack the necessary logical self-consistency.

The second layer of dreams: the subconscious of the dream subject is mixed with part of the memory of the affected person, the overall is relatively chaotic, but it has a certain logical self-consistency, and it is usually difficult to detect abnormalities.

The third layer of dreams: It may be related to some deep memories of intelligent creatures within the range of influence, which is extremely dangerous.

The fourth layer of dream: Unknown, the tester lost consciousness and became a living dead, and died of complete failure of body function a month later.

Exit method: In the dream with the user as the main body, you can escape after blowing Pan's flute again in the first two layers of the dream.

If the dream subject is not the user, you must find and kill the dream subject before slipping into a deeper dream.

Sealing method: take Pan Shenzhi's flute as the center, isolate the contact of intelligent creatures within at least 20 meters, and avoid being tempted.

Just as Ivan was carefully observing the instrument in his hand, and was about to try the effect again, Brenes, who had been sleeping in his coat pocket, suddenly wriggled and slowly crawled out.

A little surprised, he glanced at the flute of God Pan in Aiwen's hand and said:
"This thing looks familiar..."

"You know it?"

Aiwen brought the "Pan's Flute" similar to a pan flute to Brenes's eyes, watched the other party rub his puppet's cheek, and said in an uncertain tone:
"Let me think about it... It seems to be a sacred object of the Cadia tribe. They often use this kind of instrument to play their own tunes to please the natural spirits they believe in."

"It's just that I don't know the specific effect. After all, I have never used it, and it has been around for a long time."

"Natural spirit? Primitive worship?"

From this, I think of some great dancing gods, and Ivan frowned at the scene of human sacrifice, and heard Brenes sneer with disdain:
"Hehe, some extraordinary creatures are nothing more than demigods. Most of them are at the level of demigods, and they are rarely sane. They can only be made into extraordinary materials when they encounter major churches. When the god of death Salinger ruled the southern continent and established the Balam Empire, he Killed a lot, the natural spirit of the Cadia tribe is one of them."

"It seems that the Cadia tribe that Brenes talked about has disappeared in the long river of history. No wonder there are only relics written on the note."

After listening to the explanation, Ivan couldn't help sighing secretly, and then became a little curious about Brenes' past.

The other party showed that he always had a good view of the history of the Southern Continent, so he couldn't help asking insincerely:

"Have you lived in the Southern Continent for a long time?"

"right……"

Brenes, who suddenly fell into silence, nodded after a long time. While moving his dirty-looking puppet body, he crawled into his pocket, and said slowly in a low voice full of regret:
"Traitors and invaders destroyed my homeland, and as a guardian, I can only wander in the North Continent after being severely injured until today, hundreds of years later..."

On the narrow but tidy bed in the cabin, Ivan has been quietly watching Brenesse crawl back into his pocket, curling his soft limbs together and falling into complete silence.

All kinds of encounters made him suddenly recall in the memory of the 2K era, the splendid civilization that disappeared due to the invaders, and the earth that is currently destroyed by the evil god.

This made him silently pick up Pan's flute and put it to his lips, and subconsciously played a tune hidden deep in his memory: The Last of the Mohicans.

This is a ballad without lyrics. The vicissitudes and ethereal notes are transformed into invisible "water waves" and spread, instantly covering everything around with an illusory double image.

The distant resonance quietly blends into the sad tune, which seems to tell the blood and tears of destruction, and the sadness of orphans who cannot find a home among the ruins.

"I seem to hear the sound of the sea, the tide keeps rising and falling in my mind..."

"Dad, please don't leave. Mom is cooking delicious food. My sister picked up beautiful shells from the sea and strung them together...Grandma said that there are elves living in the conch, and it will bring back the longing to the distant hometown... "

"Ah... my hometown, a beautiful and rich... fishing village!"

In the strictly guarded cabin below the passenger ship, Cohen, former Tingen City Punisher Captain Swain's subordinate, was holding his rapidly swollen head, and kept groaning strangely.

(End of this chapter)