Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 121 No one is perfect
"William, I have an idea, a somewhat risky idea." Kraft looked away from the rock blocking the road, pulled out a torch and handed it to William, "Don't rush to put down that rock, it will be used right away." up."

"This is not a liberal arts college. You don't have to be so euphemistic. It doesn't matter if you remove the 'a bit'." William put the fuel-wrapped end against the flame, lit the torch with the help of the fire, and weighed the feldspar in his hand.

It was too heavy to hold with one hand, and they couldn't swing it a few times, but they didn't have the chance to fight it for tens or hundreds of rounds.

"The good news is that we don't have to dig through the rock formation with our own hands."

"How to say?"

"There happens to be a burrowing expert here. I believe that under the right circumstances, he will not be stingy with a little help." The long sword was drawn from the sheath, and the silver light flowed around the unknown stubborn trace. human blood.

"First of all, those monsters who like to put a human face on themselves are everywhere, and the sound they make has something to do with the appearance of the things that built these caves."

"To a certain extent, this kind of guidance is quite precise. Although I don't understand the principle very well, it does not hinder the use of it. As long as we pass by this place, it is easy to help us turn these stones into pieces. .”

"So how can we ensure that we don't become a piece of ground?" This plan sounds simple and crude, and William has no doubts that in front of that thing, rocks are no different from crispy brown bread.

"We can go to the next floor and come up after it finishes this little favor."

"You said that it takes time and the right environment." William pointed out the problem in time, and Kraft's timing was quite ingenious.

Assuming that thing is a stupid bull, if you want it to overturn the low wall behind you, you have to grasp the right position and the time neither too early nor too late.Standing in front of an obstacle and waiting for it to come before it arrives, this trick is likely to play itself into it.

"And you can't expect those faces to cooperate obediently. Why should they help you?"

"This is the so-called risk." Kraft moved his wrist and held a sword flower. "Fortunately, I have an excellent way of persuasion, which is also effective when the other party cannot understand Norse."

"I guess you didn't mean persuasion."

"In a broad sense, it's about letting the other party do what we want, but not necessarily through language skills."

It makes some sense, but William still thinks it’s unreliable. Inflicting damage on them and retreating after dozens of rounds of fierce fighting are completely two concepts. "How to do it?"

……

[First, actively seek them out]

It's not difficult, go deep along the cave, don't have to go far, at the depth where the crack is gradually sinking, you can hear the sound of the hard shell hitting the rock.

"Running in both directions?"

The drum-like rhythm, the percussion rises from the bottomless darkness, and the sharp weapon that peels off the skin supports the body, perhaps it is like a gnat that can accommodate this number of limbs.

Like a winter nightmare, the sound of ice and rain beating on the tiles is between reality and reality. It sounds in the dream and outside the dream. The cold and insects attracted by body temperature penetrate into the clothes, and the skin is itchy and uncomfortable.You gaze at that circular opening, like a door that opens wide, inviting something to come.

So it, or maybe they arrived as promised, the drumbeats of the carapace and rock rose, approached constantly, faltered at the climax, and stopped in front of the aperture one after another.

White protruded from the darkness, a clean old local face that had never been met, free of dust and skin pigment, loose and unrefined.It looks like an old cloth that has been washed and bleached repeatedly, barely stretched on a wooden frame that does not fit the size, and basically loses its human shape.

But on this face, Kraft still found the coincidence of his memory, which has similar features with the boy fetching water alone, but with more than ten years of maturity and fatigue added.

Next to it is a face of a foreigner, the burn scar from the left jaw to the corner of the eye completely destroys the bookish atmosphere.Some kind of liquid splashed and cauterized, and the improperly healed contracture pulled the eyebrows and nose to the lower left. No matter how you adjusted it, it could only reveal a more terrifying deformed smile.

【Then, don't wait for them to strike first】

Kraft twisted the back of William's spine, and the mixed pain of tingling and tenderness made him get rid of the impact when he was mentally prepared, and he raised the feldspar and slammed it.

"Ghost, go to hell!"

The stone embedded with green crystals is lifted by the thick arms, and the natural mace fits the essence of fighting.It may not be so easy to use, but it cannot be denied that its lethality is directly proportional to its weight.

The darkness behind the face moved, and it seemed to be preparing for it. A sharp shadow emerged from the deep black background, and the invisible darkness became tangible, lurking behind the face's ears to form an inconspicuous existence like a tuft of hair.

It's so good at that, the face is what induces and attracts attention, a veil that fends off vicious moves.

The sharp matte limbs shot out and hooked William's eyeballs. It was not easy for the excited people to notice it, and they were still confused about how the shadow could move by itself.

A section of the sword tip penetrated between the two, and was blocking the way. The attack that would have penetrated the back wall of the orbital bone and the frontal lobe before William swung the feldspar hit the spine of the sword, and the steel and the shell intersected.

The sharp barbs scraped across the metal surface, and the ear-piercing noise permeated the consciousness of burning pain, making one feel the sourness of the tooth root like caries.

However, one of the two weapons has already been castrated, and it is only necessary to delay the inertial swing.The other grasp is in the hands of experienced players. After the interception, he pulls away, chops horizontally, and chops on the spikes coming from the feet to the lower body, adding a gap to it.

Meanwhile, wrath from the captain fell on that particularly odious chemically burned face.

The effect of the large blunt weapon was extraordinary. The support behind the wide flat skin shattered and collapsed, and the momentum of the sweep knocked back the faces of the local people next to it and fell back into the darkness.

The long sword stuck out again in time, and pushed aside the counterattack that was already close to William's flank.

"How did you see it?" Cold sweat dripped down, William never expected to walk twice on the line of life and death with just one swing of the stick, while Kraft didn't even give half a sideways glance, the ghostly blade resembled With eyes, one hand can catch up with the attack in the dark faster than the rapier.

"I don't need to look." The sword-wielder threw his sword towards the sky, his dilated pupils had no focus in the blurred light and shadow, and his moves were even more groundless.

In an instant, three faces emerged side by side, and he bumped into the steel blade that arrived ahead of time. The timing was as ingenious as a perfectly coordinated stage play. Nested convex exfoliation.

Trivial things are moving in those cavities that quickly sink into the darkness, and more can be seen in the carved sword marks, small joints shaped like hooks, which are the structures that replace the facial muscles to control the dead smile.

The scene that was enough to make a trypophobic patient gouged out his eyes on the spot made him even more disgusted with things in the dark.

But Kraft turned around and used his precise swordsmanship to help fill the gap, shooting down the arthropod, and disfiguring another face by the way.

Breaking away from the scope of swordsmanship, it is purely an unreasonable prophecy, clarifying the darkness and occlusion, and the action is prior to the sight.Something unreasonable was pointing to the weapon.

"Look at it before you shoot, don't make trouble!" Taking time out of his busy schedule to criticize his teammates as proficient skills of alien souls, Kraft filled his short voice with elements such as anger and instructions, and conveyed it very well.

His current situation is actually not as easy as it seems.Within the range of spiritual sensory radiation, the tip of the iceberg that can be seen is only a simple prediction.

The things outside the light are constantly changing, and some kind of interference prevents its outline from being clearly displayed. They only know that they are piled up in front of them with multiple raised figures, like skulls.

Part of the surface is covered with a thin layer, and there are at least a dozen of them according to a rough calculation. Compared with the first time, the size gap among the populations is far beyond imagination.They appeared in turn with different faces, trying to find a familiar face.

The jointed limbs are free from the shapeless body, as if they were formed from the solid darkness, sprouting like sprouts, showing dynamic growth.

The most difficult part is that those joints tend to gather here, at first he only had to deal with two or three, and if he dragged on, even if he has three heads and six arms, he would still have to drink and hate here today.

Fortunately, what Kraft needs is not to fight for life or death.

"William, forward on the right side!" Seizing the opportunity of a few more faces moving forward, Kraft threw away the torch, held the sword in both hands and cut a limb, commanding William when it receded in agony.

The feldspar smashed into the invisible, opening gaps between the faces.The carapace protection of the flexible parts is limited, the sword body penetrates straight in, bypassing those honeycomb-shaped protrusions and inserting into the body, submerged in half.

The darkness with faces and joints trembled, and after a moment of brewing, a huge horn burst out, and the joints that were about to recede waved wildly.

Kraft wanted to draw out his long sword to defend, but some of the tightened tissues and carapace delayed the process.

The correct choice should be to let go immediately and lose the sword, but this option has not been rehearsed in his mind, and his feelings for the weapon that has been with him for many years do not allow him to come up with such a decision in a short time.

At the first moment, he kicked out reflexively, according to the training experience of fighting normal humans or beasts, he used his legs to lift the obstacle, kicked away the seriously injured or dead target, and retrieved the weapon.

One foot was off the ground, and rationality once again occupied the high ground. Kraft realized that at this moment, influenced by sensibility and conditioned reflex, he made a blameless but very serious mistake-his opponent was not a normal creature , no one knows how much risk this action will take.

The sound of the horn resounded through the space, and the vibration followed.William saw the disabled jointed limbs scratching and cutting frantically in the turbulent shadows, and the pale, wide and flat human face was simultaneously distorted into a shrunken, hideous and inhuman shape. Kraft drew his sword and retreated from the darkness.

(End of this chapter)