The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 68 The Slippery Enemy

The sky was shattered, and the bloated body of the middle-aged captain was thrown high up along with the broken fragments in the storm, and then fell heavily, falling into the resplendent and golden hall.

The roar still echoed in his ears, so that he couldn't tell whether it was the whimpering of the storm or the suppressed wailing of the dying man.

On the golden floor engraved with dense energy circuits, he endured the pain and struggled to prop up his body, but the invisible pressure made the muscles in his arms tremble violently, and there was a heart-wrenching crisp sound between the bones.

At this time, he suddenly heard the floor in front of him, which was carved with golden lines, was higher.

A dull voice that contained endless pain but still majestic said:

"Head up, I allow you to look me straight, Challenger!"

The next moment, he found that the body that was still prostrate on the ground lost control, and the head on the neck suddenly lifted up in a strange way of almost ninety degrees.

It made him see the ancient and mottled palace complexes outside the huge palace that lost its dome, like towering peaks standing on both sides of the canyon.

But without exception, they are surrounded by a towering building that is even taller and extends into the endless starry sky like a Tongtian tower.

Above that building, a bright light that cannot be seen directly with the naked eye illuminates the deep starry sky.

No, that wasn't the starry sky, it was battleships floating in the sky with huge flames spewing out from their tails. The ironclad ships of the new era that the Loen Kingdom was proud of stood in front of them like a tiny ant under the feet of a giant.

The crowds of people on the battleship are not fragile soldiers in imperial uniforms holding gunpowder weapons.

Instead, the whole body is covered with thicker armor than ancient knights, holding hideous and terrifying weapons, and a giant with a frightening and terrifying aura.

The warriors of the Feysac Empire, known for their tallness and bravery, were like infants in their infancy in front of them.

On the warships that were densely packed like stars, they cast their gazes one after another with their eyes shining with crimson and strange light. (Power armor helmet fire control system.)
Just like sitting on the golden throne, like the silver-white giant covered in golden light, he spoke coldly, as if countless voices said at the same time:
"The captain of Loen's SI[-], the eagle dog of the kingdom, a loyal supporter, a shameless thief, a down-and-out nobleman, a clown who thinks he's elegant... Brad!"

Those multiplied voices, full of longing, cursing, or bone-destroying resentment, lingered in his ears for a long time and refused to leave.

Until he turned into them, he was gradually twisted and dried up in the dark golden flames, and even his soul was burned out over and over again.

The pain and madness almost destroyed his sanity, making him ignore the weightless pressure on his body, and amidst groans of broken bones, he struggled to raise his arms, as if he wanted to grab something.

In the end, he could only wave a few times randomly in the nothingness in front of his eyes, and then sobbed in a low voice with a nervous breakdown:
"The great William I... The Kingdom of God will descend from the stars, and everyone will be judged, including you and me!"

……

"This guy, seems crazy?"

Aiwen, who fell down outside the warehouse, stared at the middle-aged captain dancing in the ruins in front of him in surprise, looking a little unacceptable.

Just now, when he found that he couldn't subdue the opponent, and because of successive attacks, the deep dream was on the verge of collapse, so he decisively prayed to the emperor.

Prepare to complete the transformation of the original form with the help of deep dreams, and then use powerful force to force the opponent to submit.

But what he didn't expect was that he had just got in touch with the emperor, showing the power armor, and hadn't driven the skyrocketing spiritual energy yet.

The other party just lay on the ground and began to wriggle like a live maggot. With a potbellied body that can be called a bloated body, he used various jaw-dropping crazy postures, such as raising the head of a raptor, swaying a scorpion's tail, and iron bridges, which are comparable to yoga. Difficult action.

Then, it became what it is now.

Slightly raising his hands and stirring his psychic energy, Aiwen took the middle-aged captain who was stumbling around in the ruins into his hands.

Scanning through the thick spiritual energy, he found that the other party was not pretending, but had really fallen into madness. The chaotic mental fluctuations were as distorted as the messy threads on the loom.

Then he whispered sullenly:
"The group of behind-the-scenes messengers are as dangerous and cunning as Brenes said!"

"Unknowingly, he has completely turned into an idiot."

"Fortunately, during the prayer just now, I vaguely heard some murmurs that seemed to come from the Emperor."

"MI[-], William I...Maybe we can try to find clues from these aspects to see what these guys are trying to do in cooperation with the Black Street Rats."

While thinking about it, an invisible impact suddenly hit from the side, causing Aiwen, who was as stable as Mount Tai, to shake even though he was wearing power armor, and fell towards the ground uncontrollably.

In this regard, after a rough estimate, Aiwen instantly understood that the time agreed with Liuzhi in the first dream was coming to an end, so he calmly fell down and successfully woke up in front of the warehouse.

But when he opened his eyes and looked around, an unspeakable anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

Under the huge red moon that rose at an unknown time, a group of excited maids clustered together, screaming and waving crude weapons such as scissors, awl, and the remains of the bed frame at him.

In front of him, Liuzhi, who was covered in bandages and only showed a pair of eyes, was silently enduring vicious attacks again and again with open arms, until he was ripped open by the crazy crowd and his internal organs were torn out without taking a step back.

"They are not worthy of your rescue, no matter in dream or reality..."

The erratic whispers sounded leisurely like a lover whispering in the ear, which came from the fallen mother goddess.

Looking away from the weeping maids who were lying next to the corpse of the bloody hand deputy, Ivan, whose eyes were bloodshot, raised the revolver held tightly in his right hand, and shot the face of a man in front of him. The blood-stained maid with an excited expression came into view.

But just a second before he pulled the trigger, a soft and warm palm suddenly covered the back of his hand holding the gun tightly.

The pistol was slowly lowered, and at some point it appeared beside her. The girl dressed as a hunter showed a bright smile on her face.

"Maria..." Ivan pouted in a daze, let go of the revolver, and tried to touch the opponent's pale cheek.

"Boom!"

The dull bell suddenly rang from afar, and the excited screams, the crowded crowd, and the seriously injured six fingers disappeared like summer ice and snow.

Only Brenes, who was standing on a low wall, was left, backing back again and again, while patting Ivan's chasing fingers with disgust.

"Damn it, did you fight the man or the woman in the dream?!"

Before he could continue complaining, Ai Wen grabbed it into his hands and stuffed it back into his coat pocket.

This made Brenes, who didn't know why, hurriedly put his head out of his pocket, and asked Ivan, who had already started to run towards the end of the street after picking up the pistol, and asked with a puzzled face:

"Are you awake? How's the situation?"

"The middle-aged captain of MI[-] named Brad is crazy. I haven't received enough information. I have to go to the scene to confirm the situation."

While speaking, Aiwen, who was only half a street away from the warehouse, had already reached the end of the street.

He raised his legs and climbed over the low wall. In the corner, including the person who had delivered the letter to him before, there were two razor gang mice who were letting the wind out, with distorted expressions, and the corpses had already stiffened.

The two of them were frightened to death by the fantasy presented by their subconscious in the dream.

Keeping your foot down and moving forward, two other Blood Hand bodyguards with guns fell on the open space outside the warehouse.

One of them had already lost his breath, while the other was trembling, crawling aimlessly on the ground.

Obviously, the death process in the dream gave him a very strong stimulus.

What surprised Aiwen was that, not far from the warehouse door, the deputy of Bloody Pete did not die, nor did he fall into madness.

Although his expression was frightened, he still struggled to get up from the ground.

But when he raised his head, he found a black muzzle of a gun, right in front of his face.

Such a familiar scene made him tremble all over, and when he was about to stammer and plead, he heard the familiar gunshot again.

The next moment, Pete's deputy, the leader of the Bloody Hand, fell to the ground, his head was like a broken watermelon, spilling red and white jelly-like liquid, dyeing his expensive suit red.

It's a pity that until he died, he didn't understand why he died twice, and his eyes were still wide open, full of doubts and unwillingness.

But when Aiwen shot and executed, Brenes, who was shrunk in his pocket honestly, took the opportunity to slip out and bounced all the way to the middle-aged captain who was lying on the other side. beside.

Patting the other party's foaming cheek with some regret, he sighed to himself: "It's really crazy, the scattered spirituality is like paste, and there is no way to channel it at all."

Then, without hesitation, he got into the other person's jacket for a while, opened his pockets for a while, and found out a pile of colorful banknotes and a huge amount of Becklund Bank's unregistered deposit slip.

"Tsk, this guy is really rich, and there may be a bribe from the Bloody Hand Party."

He clapped the receipt in his hand, and just as he was sighing, his eyes that were still wandering suddenly stopped, and then he threw the deposit slip on the ground, and ran towards the other party's fingers quickly.

(End of this chapter)