The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 60 Until You Win

"Fortunately, after entering the dreamland again, it is not the dry well before. There is no need to kill the giant murloc again, and risk crossing half of the fishing village."

"Although the hunting knife Luoyang cannot be brought out of the dream, it is not lost due to death in the dream. In addition, the revolver, the rose cane, and the temporarily useless Pan God's Flute are also projected under the influence of the subconscious. .”

On the beach, Aiwen took a deep breath after counting the equipment, put the undecomposed Luoyang in his left hand, and held the rose cane tightly in his right hand, and started sprinting towards the passenger ship again without fear.

Sand and gravel splashed, and the crisp sound of gunfire was long overdue.

Dodging the first attack with ease, before the second dense firepower net came, he suddenly inserted the rose cane in his hand into the ground, and gave the concept of the rapid growth of thorns and vines.

In an instant, dense roots spread down from the gnarled cane, and quickly transformed into a forest of thorns as thick as an adult's thigh after reaching the ground.

As for the rose cane inserted into the ground, although it forced Aiwen's body that was rushing forward to an abrupt stop, it gave the sailors on the deck a good time to aim, but the forest of thorns that rose later It completely obscured his figure again.

At the same time, with the second intensive rifle volley, although the flexible thorny vines were impacted by the bullets, the shattered fibers were scattered and scattered, and several of them were even interrupted on the spot.

But relying on a sufficient number, they completely blocked the bullets from the deck, and continued to expand their growth range at an astonishing speed, reaching the bottom of the passenger ship in a short while.

However, with Aiwen's current extraordinary level of only a Sequence Nine generalist, a sealed item with such a powerful spiritual drive obviously cannot last for too long.

"Eleven, twelve, thirteen..."

While enduring his own spiritual exhaustion and the increasingly intense tingling in his mind, Aiwen still had to keep calm, counting the gunshots from a distance in his heart.

After the No. 30 sound, when the sailors were in a hurry to change the clips, a hanging vine suddenly grabbed his arm and threw it high in the direction of the passenger ship.

The strong wind whizzed past his ears, and under the huge red moon, Aiwen's figure shuttled through the thorny forest, and soon began to fall under the influence of gravity.

Because tearing off the roots would cause all the vines to wither, he was forced to leave the rose cane in place.

But those thorny vines that are still wriggling seem to have self-awareness. Before Aiwen is about to fall to the ground, another branch pulls his arm and draws a beautiful arc in the sky to lift him up again. Throw it up and go straight to the lower deck of the passenger ship.

"Ding……"

When the bolt is pulled, the clip is pulled by the machine spring and thrown high up, while making a crisp buzzing sound.

On the deck, an older sailor relied on his rich experience to take the lead in pressing the prepared magazine into the magazine, pulling the bolt to load it, and raising the gun to aim in one go.

Beside him, when the younger sailor imitated how to press the magazine, his finger was bitten by the ejection window, and he covered his bloody finger for a moment, and let out a series of miserable howls at a loss .

"boom!"

The old sailor, who was not affected by his companions at all, pulled the trigger very calmly, causing the figure that was speeding through the thorny forest to burst into a cloud of blood mist.

At the same time, although the thorns and vines that lost their spiritual supply did not wither, they gradually became stiff as time passed, as if they had turned into real thorns.

Fortunately, Aiwen was not too far away from the passenger ship. After jumping twice in a row, he finally landed on the lower deck precisely before the vines completely stiffened.

And now he is only half a corridor less than ten meters away from the room where Cohen is, but also only half a short spiral staircase away from the sailors guarding the upper deck.

"Chong!"

Giving up the idea of ​​using a revolver and five or six rifles to shoot at each other, Aiwen immediately disassembled Luoyang, dragged his injured left leg, and rushed to the hatch leading to the corridor of the lower cabin.

Just as he was about to break through the door, he suddenly heard a drunken voice, yelling and cursing closer and closer.

"Who fired the gun?"

"Damn bastard, if you want to recruit the Loen Inland River Patrol, this trip will be for nothing..."

Before he finished speaking, he held a long-barreled pistol in one hand, and the second officer who had just pushed the door out suddenly saw a flash of light, and his unconscious right hand, together with the pistol, fell directly to the ground with a "click".

However, facing Qi Gen's bloody wrist, and the enemy with knives in both hands, he neither howled out of pain, nor begged out of fear, but stretched out his remaining left hand like a conditioned reflex, facing He touched the short knife hanging on his waist.

Until a cold sharp knife rested on his neck, he heard an equally cold voice saying:

"Take me to Cohn's cabin!"

"Ha... I knew it would be no good to let that guy on board!" The second officer, who was restrained by others, froze the movement of reaching out to touch the dagger, and smiled forcefully as if he had suddenly realized, but the pain after losing his right hand made his voice audible. Get up a little trembling.

"However, respected Your Excellency, there are grievances and debts, we are doing serious business, and this is the inland river of the Loen Kingdom, and there are a large number of inland river patrols near Backlund. I suggest you not to hurt innocent, lest..."

It may be that the second officer who had been in a drunk state when he was pulled into the dream, and still hadn't figured out the situation, was still chattering to persuade Ivan not to act recklessly.

In this regard, Aiwen did not expose the current situation, but nodded slightly in cooperation and said:
"I know, so you must move quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he dropped the dagger from the opponent's waist, and before the sailors who came to support him from the upper deck arrived, he escorted the second officer back to the corridor and locked the hatch from the inside.

It didn't take long before fierce cursing and banging sounds came in from outside the cabin door, attracting a large number of passengers who could only drag their families with them due to financial constraints or other reasons, and lived in the lower cabins. Watch carefully.

Through the gaps in some cabin doors, Aiwen vaguely saw a mother hiding her child behind her, a man holding a small knife for peeling fruit, or some ridiculous "weapons" such as mop sticks and broom heads.

"No matter who you are, stop now, I can still let you live!"

In the middle of the corridor, at the door of Cohen's cabin, a young but well-built boy with light blue curly hair intertwined like earthworms, dressed in a linen shirt, and casually dressed was holding his fists, shining from the oil lamp. Stepped out of the shadows.

"Hehe, let me tell you why you agreed so simply. You almost forgot that after Swain left, there was still a gatekeeper here!"

Pushing away the second officer who was secretly laughing, Ai Wen went straight up with his two knives in hand.

The next moment, a fierce battle broke out in the narrow corridor, but due to the exhaustion of his own spirituality, a huge wound was torn on his left leg by a rifle bullet.

Facing the superman of the sailor path who is known for his rough skin and physical strength, Aiwen was quickly fully suppressed after being restrained by the Luoyang double knives for a short time, until the opponent exchanged injuries and used his muscles to jam the blades to resist him. After hitting the wall, he punched his head with a hammer.

Seeing the headless corpse kneeling down slowly in front of him, listening to the passengers in the cabin watching everything silently, cheering loudly because they solved the intruder, Mateus shook the blood on his fist, Suddenly sighed helplessly:

"I told you to leave, why didn't you listen?"

"Yeah, why?"

A deep murmur came faintly from the phantom of death, lingering in Aiwen's broken skull for a long time, refusing to leave.

"Did you hear that? The people you wanted to save are cheering, celebrating your death!"

"Have you seen it? They don't understand what you have done, and they will only abuse and even curse because of their own speculation."

"Because...they will help whoever wins!"

"Then I'll do it again until I win!"

Angry roars mixed with intensive gunshots came from afar. At the door of the lower cabin corridor, Ivan, who was pale, once again escorted the second officer who had lost his right hand, and walked in staggeringly.

(End of this chapter)