The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 61 May You Awaken in Reality
"We... Have we met somewhere?"

In the depths of the corridor, Mateus rubbed his aching fist, as if he had noticed something, but under the guidance of the self-consistent logic of the nightmare, he couldn't determine where the inadequacy came from for a while.

After all, he is not a spectator, nor is he a transcendent of the Dark Night Path.

"Really? I think so too!"

On the other side, after locking the cabin door, Aiwen held the second officer and let the other party walk in front of him. At the same time, he showed an inexplicable smile on his face, trying to calm Mateus' emotions through words and delay the upcoming attack.

However, although the spirituality of the extraordinary person on the sailor path is not as sharp as that on the fortuneteller path, it is still much better than the general knowledge person who wields guns and cannons.

Therefore, the early warning from the spirituality instantly made Mateus tense all over, and he began to be wary of Ivan, who was holding two knives, and might make some unexpected attacks by acting as the second officer of the meat shield.

But suddenly I heard Ai Wen say with a smile:
"Who do you think is faster between the two of us within seven steps?"

"Who is faster?"

Before Mateus figured it out, what was the meaning of such a question, accompanied by the crisp sound when the knife fell and hit the ground.

Suddenly he fell forward and fell behind the second officer, who was eating mud like a dog, and a dazzling fire flashed out.

"Bang bang bang..."

It wasn't until after the empty position that the hammer made a muffled "crack" sound that it was hit by the "Dum bullet" on the chest, tearing out several fist-sized hollow Mateus, and fell limply in a pool of blood. Ivan then left Empty pistol.

Holding the Luoyang long knife in one hand and completely exhausted spirituality in the other hand, he stumbled to the front of Mateus as if he had been wedged into the forehead of the "butcher's nail".

Seeing the other party coughing out a mouthful of hesitant to speak, the blood mixed with internal organ fragments seemed to want to get up.

However, he was slipped again and again by the blood he gushed on the wooden floor, and Aiwen suddenly showed a strange smile on his face.

After leaning over a little, he leaned over the painfully twitching Mateus, and said softly, "Of course I'm coming soon... The times have changed, Mr. Your fist is not as hard as a cannon!"

As soon as the meaningful words fell, accompanied by Mateus's gradually graying eyes, there was suddenly a noisy argument in the cabin behind him.

Someone seemed to be prodding and said: "Look, he dropped his pistol, now rush up and stab him, you are everyone's hero!"

Someone hesitated to defend: "But he still has a sharp long knife in his hand..."

After a short silence, someone yelled loudly: "What are you afraid of? We have a lot of people!"

"噗嗤" there was a soft sound of sharp objects penetrating flesh and blood, which made Aiwen's gradually divergent thinking suddenly shrink.

There was a sharp pain under his left rib, he turned his head slowly, and saw a man with a sallow complexion and a trembling man, holding a blood-stained knife and slowly backing away, he said stammeringly with his lips :
"Yes... I'm sorry, we just want to live..."

"Yeah...so, I admire your courage!"

Ai Wen couldn't help but nodded, turned around and raised the long knife in his hand, and suddenly slashed at the man in front of him.

Amidst the splashing blood and wailings full of fear or anger, he said to himself with a smile on his face:
"However, sacrifices are inevitable on the road to salvation, and... I don't need to be understood to save people!"

After all, the man with a sallow face finally fell into a pool of blood. Together with Mateus, when he was dying, he watched Ivan cut the lock outside Cohen's room and strode in.

In the clean and tidy room, there was no filth from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, nor any indescribable things covered with tentacles.

There was only one patient lying flat on the bed, uttering creepy ravings to himself.

To be exact, he is the former generation whose head has swelled to the size of a wheel, and whose skin can be broken by blows is filled with clear liquid. Punisher Cohen.

Aiwen recognized the figure who had fought side by side on the bed that was almost as narrow as the cabin, and heard the other party complaining in pain:

"Listen carefully, and you will also hear... the strange churning sound of the sea, like a storm and like rain, extremely soft, like falling water drops!
It roared in my heart, burst from the depths of my heart, but it was so soft...

No... someone help me, I know I'm guilty, but I won't do it again, I promise! "

Cohen on the bed seemed to be in a nightmare, and like a drowning man, he stretched out his hands desperately but powerlessly, groping for the nothingness in front of him over and over again.

I pray that someone can hold his hand so that he will no longer be indulging in darkness.

(The big-headed monster in the blood source is really miserable, his brain is flooded but he can't drown... he has to be healed and taught to suck his brains out.)
At this moment, a distant bell sounded suddenly from the mist-shrouded minaret. Through the narrow porthole, Aiwen saw that under the huge crimson blood moon, the mist that originally shrouded the tower was quietly drifting away.

A huge city full of Gothic spiers seems to be becoming more and more clear as if through some unknown influence, a channel connecting with the fishing village has been opened.

"Maria... why are you there, and who is the tomb by the cliff?"

Looking into the distance, Ai Wen seemed to see the lonely figure still leaning on the high-back seat, and the shirt collar in front of her that was stained red with blood.

It wasn't until a painful groan came from the door that he turned his head to look at Mateus and the middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood in the corridor, as well as the tall and short, old, immature, or mature man in the opposite cabin. , Contains joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, each with different cheeks.

After hesitating, messy footsteps and angry curses came from the corridor. The sailors who came to support seemed to be urging him to make a difficult decision.

On one side are the figures who are eager to find, on the other side are the innocent people involved by him, and even... the comrades in arms who need to be terminated by himself.

Finally, under the huge blood moon outside the porthole, in the face of hope and responsibility, Aiwen slowly raised the long knife in his hand, as if muttering to himself, and said in a low tone:

"May you wake up in the real world, just like opening your clear eyes every bright morning...seeing the person you want to see, with a happy smile in the corner of your eyes..."

……

"I don't understand what you are going to say. Has the retirement life in Tingen City made you forget the cruelty of the extraordinary world? My Captain Swain!"

"No, Karl!" Swain shook his head: "It is precisely because of this that I have to go to that city that descended into this dream to take a look, and it exudes the same depravity as when Cohen lost control. His aura may well contain the key to saving him."

"Besides, Cohen is not the first sailor to be cursed like this. Although he has never had such a weird dream, he will not be the last such a special existence, so even if it is for others, I must go there .”

Watching Swain abandon the murdered murloc body and resolutely head towards the unknown city, Carl, the captain of the "Tulip", suddenly cursed angrily.

"Damn bastard, you are sending yourself to death!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward and forcibly pulled Swain's arm.

But after being in a trance for a while, he found that there was no palpable sleeve in his hand, only a dead branch of wild apricot with withered green leaves.

Looking around, the once weird blood moon, dangerous murlocs, and dilapidated villages all disappeared like a shattered bubble.

There was only a low forest by the river bank, and the passenger ship "Tulip" that was almost stranded on the shallows after lowering its sails not far away.

"Swain!!"

The desolate roar startled a large number of birds perched on the branches, flapping their wings and soaring into the sky, but there was no response at all.

The captain Karl, who was also a punishment substitute, gradually had a smear of muddy tears in the corner of his eyes.

He knew what happened, and he also knew that when he became a punisher many years ago, the teammate Swain who was born and died with him may remain in that nightmare forever.

　One good news, one bad news.

　　The good news is that the fever is gone, and the previous two chapters have been added!

　　The bad news is that the current suspension has ushered in a life that even the donkeys in the 007 production team would not dare to do.

　　But for two coins and broken silver, you have to grit your teeth and persevere, and you may enter a state of changing every two days in the future.

　　Also, in order not to be lost forever on the eunuch's prosperous road, even if it's just a hobby, I will write 80 million words. There is no need to worry about this.

　　I will write slowly, and you can read slowly, because there is not enough time to guarantee the plot. If you have some interesting stories, please post them in the comment area, and I will try to add them to the Bloodborne dungeon.

　　Finally, I wish everyone good health and stay away from the loving father of Nurgle!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)