The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 67 When I Fall in a Dream
A few minutes later, someone took the lead to dismantle the crude bed frame, and someone clutched the scissors found in the package, and slowly gathered together amidst the sound of puffing and comforting, and moved towards the guard. The six fingers at the door pressed on step by step.

Some people still huddled in the corner of the bed and cried, while some crawled and fled, throwing off one of their shoes.

But in the screams one after another, even though the six fingers of the guards in front of Aiwen deliberately set aside a passage, fear and anger surged up, and the "maids" who regarded it as an absolute threat were still in the middle of the crowd. Under the coercion, he waved the weapon in his hand.

"Hit him, kill him!"

"Rush out, rush out..."

The weak resistance made the atmosphere even more exciting, and the restless mood made some of them target Ivan, who was leaning against the door and was in a dormant state.

……

In a deep dream, the blood moon hanging in the sky is like a dying star, emitting a decayed and depraved red light, constantly pressing down on the deep night, making the scattered city outline below even more hazy and illusory.

In the empty warehouse, the middle-aged captain stared at the scarlet moonlight outside the window, raised his thick fingers and gently twirled the beard at the corner of his mouth, with a disdainful smile on his face.

For the "Interrogator" of the Judge Path Sequence 7, any abnormal factors, any inconspicuous traces are as obvious as cracks on a smooth mirror, not to mention this dream full of holes.

Even though it may be a deep dream, or full of unknown variables at the extraordinary level, one thing that cannot be avoided is that the manipulator who pulled him here has never shown up, which shows that the other party is not ready to face this situation. Fierce battle.

"Everything is just the calm before the storm!"

Facing the quiet space in the warehouse, he sighed calmly, then turned slightly sideways and moved his gaze to the direction of the door.

There, he suddenly heard a faint sound, and as time passed, the original weak sound gradually turned into loud footsteps, like an uninvited guest from afar, slowly approaching here.

Tens of seconds later, the middle-aged captain looked at the uninvited visitor who was wearing a formal suit at the door, holding a weird cane in his left hand, and a revolver in his right hand. Under the red moon, his face was completely hidden in the shadow of a wide-brimmed jazz hat.

Asked with a tongue-tapping voice with a little singing:

"Oh... sir, are you ready for the upcoming duel?"

In contrast, Aiwen, who was standing at the door, suddenly pressed the rose cane into the crack of the hard stone slab, and at the same time raised the revolver in his hand, expressing his answer with decisive action.

"As night falls, this will be a massacre!"

The slightly sung tongue sound came again, and the fat middle-aged captain unhurriedly pulled out the handkerchief he carried with him from his coat pocket, and then flung it lightly on the ground, as if he had accepted the challenge. Medieval elegance aristocrat.

The next moment, intense and short flames, accompanied by crisp gunshots, suddenly exploded from his eyes.

However, the special endowment from the "judge" sequence endowed him with the ability to detect any tiny traces and abnormal factors.

This includes the thorny vines hidden in the ground ready to go, and the muzzle of the gun that jumped up slightly after Ivan pulled the trigger, causing the small fluctuations when the air trembled.

After the two gunshots, the middle-aged captain glanced at the wooden bed frame on the side that was scratched by the "Dum bullet", and the obvious scratches on the rear window that shone with metallic luster, and made a sincere evaluation.

"As expected of the most promising young inventor in Tingen, the structure of the bullet is very interesting!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped up suddenly, and dexterously jumped onto the nearby raised bed, causing the overwhelmed and crude bed board to groan in pain.

At the same time, a thorny vine as thick as an adult's thigh had already penetrated the position where he used to stand, and squirmed like a giant whip with barbs, whipping towards him.

This made the middle-aged captain think without hesitation that if he took a step slower, he would turn into a large meat skewer on the spot under the attack of the opponent's sealed item.

But even so, when he quickly dodged the attack of the giant vine in a dexterous way that didn't fit his figure, his face was still full of relaxed freehand brushwork and a faint sarcasm that had never disappeared, and he took out the An unremarkable gemstone ring was worn on his left hand.

On the other side, Aiwen, who had sealed off the warehouse door and was about to take a chance, frowned slightly.

Brenesse's tracking spell not only allowed him to find the gangster mouse who had delivered the letter before, but also broke through an offline transaction of human trafficking by coincidence.

Among them, the existence of the Transcendent directly exposed the danger that the other party had obtained through divination before his eyes.

This is a conspiracy involving the Kingdom of Backlund, a certain unspeakable person, the goddess of the night, the dark emperor and other superpowers and high-ranking existences.

In order to explore the secrets without exposing himself in advance, Brenes suggested that Aiwen use the danger of being divined and the unique confusion of dreams to use the "Pan's Flute" to pull him into the dream to interrogate relevant information.

But the difficulty of the target was completely beyond his expectation, so he could only summon more vines to cooperate with guns to assist the attack when his own spirituality was rapidly fading.

However, with more and more vines, the middle-aged captain, who finally felt the pressure, had a dim gleam in his brown eyes, suddenly turned towards Ivan, and said in an unquestionable majestic voice:

"I order you, disarm!"

In an instant, in the depths of the warehouse where the sound of "cracking" was endless, when several fierce dances, the thorns and vines that caused strange howls in the air suddenly stopped, as if they had lost their goals and began to wriggle in place aimlessly.

At the same time, the revolver in Aiwen's hand suddenly pressed down like a thousand catties, and his left hand, which was holding the rose cane tightly, bounced away like an electric shock. His fingers twitched uncontrollably, and he could no longer control the cane to direct the thorns Vines attack.

The middle-aged captain, who managed to escape the siege of vines, finally put away the smile on his face. He polished the gemstone ring with one hand, and there was a dazzling electric light in his dim eyes, and said in a majestic tone. :
"Mental piercing!"

As soon as the words fell, blood as thick as a high-pressure water pump gushed out from Aiwen's mouth and nose, and the extraordinary ability beyond two levels, under the amplification of the magical item, hit his fragile brain like a heavy hammer, destroying everything Destroyed his thoughts.

However, the damage caused by "spiritual puncture" also destroyed the confinement brought about by the extraordinary ability of the judge's path, so that Aiwen still raised the revolver and pulled the trigger at the opponent continuously when he was almost unconscious.

"Bang bang bang..."

The short and intense flames, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bolt when it was empty, finally stopped completely.

In the depths of the warehouse, on the ruins mixed with dry vines and fragments of the bed frame, after releasing the enhanced version of "Psychic Piercing" before, the middle-aged captain, who was a little stunned, glanced sideways at the shoulder that was torn out by the "Dum Bullet". huge wound.

Then he raised his hand again, and lightly touched the beard that had disappeared at the corner of his bloody mouth, an unconcealable anger rose on his cheeks.

Immediately afterwards, he used his bloody finger to continuously scrub the unremarkable gemstone ring, and continued to shout sullenly:
"Mental piercing!"

"Mental piercing!"

"Psychic piercing..."

It wasn't until under the powerful attack that Aiwen's eyes completely exploded, and blood mixed with milky white brains flowed from his ears, mouth and nose, before he could barely stop to take a breath, and regained his previous elegance.

"Under the witness of King William I, another challenger fell on the road!"

Looking around at the warehouses that seemed to be rapidly weathering after endless time, and the cracked ground under the sundries, he came to Ai Wen with vain steps.

Facing the still standing figure in front of him, he said in a chant-like tone with a tongue-tattooing tone:

"Oh, the poor dream is shattering like your hope, your broken soul will dissipate after channeling, and fall into darkness forever!"

"Do not!!!"

The voice of negation with countless accents suddenly sounded, and when the sacrificed psykers died one after another, the painful wails and heart-piercing roars were endlessly stirring.

After shattering inch by inch like a mirror, a catastrophe-like storm swept across the land that fell towards the unknown darkness.

The illusory and hazy city outline is rapidly collapsing, and the endless wailing presents a doomsday-like scene, finally attracting the cold gaze of a great being.

The huge crimson moon in the sky, with its pitted surface like a dying star, suddenly ignited two dark golden lines of fire.

As the raging flames like the "eyelids" continued to spread, a giant cold and ruthless dark golden eye cast its trembling gaze on the broken dream city below.

Seeing under the ruins of a collapsed warehouse, a corpse that suddenly gained "activity" whispered along with countless painful wailings:

"When I dream, the world should tremble!"

(End of this chapter)