The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 59 again

"Swain... Cohen, the former Punisher team, it seems that the conversation they heard before is indeed them."

Staying in place, Aiwen focused his gaze on the deck of the passenger ship thoughtfully, and saw several sailors holding single-shot rifles and looking at it with vigilance, and his mind was full of thoughts for a while.

"At first, I thought it was a problem with Pan's Flute when I entered the nightmare. It turned out that the contaminated Cohen was the cause."

"I remember that when I was chasing Tris in the underground trading market behind the Dragon Bar, the relief of the weeping angel hanging on his chest because of the attack may have been seen by Cohen, and I was worried about the other's physical condition."

"I haven't seen him for a few days. I didn't expect that he was indeed contaminated invisibly..."

Thinking of this, Aiwen patted the weeping angel relief under his clothes, which had no signs of recovery for the time being.

"This was my mistake. When I return to the Tingen relief, it must be preserved more securely."

"But then again, the weeping angel, the nightmare of the fishing village, and the umbilical cord of the ancient god all point to the huge blood moon in the sky, the fallen mother goddess. What does she want to do, or it is related to the prediction of the four fallen knights ?”

"Also, when the Moses Ascetic Order unearthed the statue of the Weeping Angel at the cost of the lives of ordinary students, was it intentional or was it careless?"

"And why is the Healing Association, which is engaged in massacres, related to Roselle? What happened 150 years ago?"

Glancing at the huge blood moon in the sky, Aiwen couldn't help sighing secretly: "It's a pity that we found the remains of the statue of the weeping angel. After the extraordinary incident of the technical school in Tingen, it was destroyed by the task force led by Ikanser. For the sake of leveling the ground, we should find out some useful information.”

At the same time, he also listed the "Fallen Mother Goddess" and everything related to it as the number one enemy on his way to salvation.

After all, a lunatic is not scary, but a lunatic with a brain and terrifying strength can completely make some related events run like a wild horse in an indescribable direction.

Moreover, the inexhaustible information in the nightmare made him guess that the assassination of the fellow villager Russell in the White Maple Palace might not be as simple as it seemed.

"Tell Swain that someone with a mechanical heart wants to see him!" Ivan suddenly shouted towards the deck.

"As I said, Mr. Swain and the captain just disembarked!" The sailors on the deck were unmoved.

"What about Cohen? Or Swain's men..."

Aiwen continued to ask loudly, but was interrupted impatiently by the sailors on the deck:
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I suggest you stop playing tricks and just stand there quietly until Mr. Swain and the captain come back."

After being repeatedly rejected by the opponent, Aiwen narrowed his eyes slightly towards the deck.

The idea of ​​using the identity of the mechanical heart to enter the passenger ship to find Cohen was shattered. According to the crew, it would be too much time to turn around and meet Swain in the fishing village. Layers of dreams.

So... we can only attack by force!
After directly confirming whether Cohen was contaminated, he became the subject of the nightmare.

"But the problem is that there are at least five or six sailors on the deck with single-shot rifles, and I have neither fire cover nor long-range support. The rose cane consumes too much and cannot be used continuously."

Looking down at his thin body, Ai Wen took out Pan Shen's flute from his arms, and started to play it.

After the song ended, nothing changed around, the huge crimson moon was still hanging in the twilight sky, and the three-masted passenger ship quietly crawled on the flat and soft beach...

"Sure enough, in dreams where other people are the main body, Pan Shen's Flute will lose its effect."

Shaking his head and putting away Pan's flute, Aiwen suddenly bowed and stepped forward like a cheetah, but only a moment later, with a burst of crisp gunshots, he fell straight to the ground .

The fine yellow sand on the coast covered his cheeks, above the gradually dimming pupils, scarlet liquid splashed out from the shattered cavity of the skull.

"Dang, clang, clang..." The rapid sound of the bell suddenly came from the distant steeple.

And at the top of the steeple, in the room with huge mechanical gears, a familiar figure is quietly sitting on a high-backed chair with her head bowed. The blood that has long dried up is on her chest, and a white bow tie with complicated flowers is tied. On the ground, dots of lonely patterns like plum blossoms are splashed out.

"Maria..."

The complicated illusions gradually faded away. In the real world, in the cabin of the passenger ship drifting on the Tussock River, Ivan suddenly turned over from the bed and sat up.

Because of the excessive consumption of the ancient god's umbilical cord, Brenesse, who was sitting cross-legged on his chest and taking a nap, rolled to the ground, and immediately got up and looked around in a daze, asking in surprise:

"Did you make it?"

When he saw a trace of pain remaining between the brows of the other party and rubbed his forehead lightly, there was no special change around him.

Only then did he come to his senses, patted Aiwen's trousers, and comforted him with an old-fashioned look: "Well...it doesn't matter if you fail."

"Like Roselle said, failure is the mother of success... How can we see the sunny and sunny Southern Continent if we don't cross the Sea of ​​Storms?"

"That guy can really speak... and he can also write!" He secretly sighed and waited for the pain of death to fade away, and Ivan also slowly sorted out his thoughts.

First of all, death can still escape from shallow dreams, but it is very dangerous for ordinary people, and it is very likely to die passively from the level of consciousness, such as the extraordinary incident of Tingen City Technical College, the sacrificed policeman Hyde.

So the most urgent thing is to find Cohen and let the dream without the support of the main body collapse.

Secondly, in the scene of death, I seem to see her from a steeple like a clock tower...

Temporarily suppressing the ups and downs of his thoughts, Ai Wen suddenly asked: "How long has it been since I fell into a dream for the first time?"

After a little thought, Brenes gave the answer: "A little more than a quarter of an hour, to be precise, it should be about 20 minutes."

After listening to the answer, Ai Wen nodded slightly, and immediately blew Pan Shen's flute.

One hour in reality is equivalent to twelve hours in the first layer of dreams. The longer the nightmare drags on, the more dangerous it will be. He knows that there is not much time left for him.

And with the sound of the desolate flute gradually rising, and the invisible sound waves rippling, Brenes stared at Aiwen, fell into a deep sleep and dreamed again, and then slowly let out a sigh:
"The Fallen Mother Goddess meticulously set up a brainwashing scheme, but she never expected to wash a girl who has the courage to sacrifice, compassion, integrity and other chivalry spirits into the opponent's mind!"

"Perhaps, this is destiny. After all, not everyone can be called a visionary. The things that can be imagined will surely materialize. The kingdom that is imagined will surely come to the material world. It will be staged and become a reality.”

……

On the sandy beach where the red moon hangs high, Ivan stood calmly on the spot, listening to the unchanging warning voice from the sailors on the deck of the passenger ship in the distance, then suddenly bowed and rushed forward at the next moment, and at the fourth step Before stepping out, he straightened his right leg and suddenly turned back to the left, letting the galloping bullets graze his body, raising a wisp of tiny dust on the beach.

Facing the intruders who did not listen to dissuasion, after the first attack failed, there was an instant explosion like fried beans on the deck.

Waiting for the hot bullet casings to withdraw from the barrel, the rollers are on the deck, waiting for the figure running on the beach to fall to the ground covered in blood and motionless.

A young sailor looked down and curled his lips: "Tsk... Another one is here to die!"

"Eh? Why did I say again?"

Doubts shrouded his mind like a mist, until the body thrown on the beach disappeared at some point, and a new figure appeared in the distance, and he issued a hostile warning as before without hesitation:
"Stop strangers, or I'm going to shoot..."

(End of this chapter)