Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 167 I keep a part
Kraft easily and comfortably dodges the oncoming boarding body. Its explosive movements are not inferior to those of a living person, but its straightforwardness is unreserved. Cope with sheer speed of reaction.

By virtue of its own inertia, the blade cut across the left waist when shifting its body, dividing half of the abdominal cavity into two.

This thing may not be in line with biology, but at least it is in line with physics.The incision made the mushroom-filled torso inevitably tilted to the left, restricting movement.He took advantage of the opportunity to hit the spine connected by the mycelium with a counterweight, causing it to fall in front of Kupp.

"Don't hit the skull, give priority to breaking the legs."

Without turning his head and leaving a word, Kraft met another bloated body full of Schizophyllum hepaticus, cut off half of the opponent's arm by virtue of the length of the weapon, and unexpectedly saw the body combined with the fungus. The remaining muscle tissue, due to the deposition of oxidized iron components, shows a brown-black rust color that is incompatible with the yellow-white hyphae.

The bacterial cords woven into the muscle fiber bundles seem to have the effect of replacing nerves and blood vessels, so that those functional tissues that should have died with the main body can be manipulated and utilized when necessary, imitating the activities before life inaccurately.

To those who are sensitive to this, this activity appears clearly pathological, even one-off.

The sudden tight tension exceeds the structural load limit, and because of the lack of pain reflex, the unfinished movement instructions are still being executed after being cut, which aggravates the damage until it breaks itself.

From a normal biological point of view, this may not be a very cost-effective solution.

But its essence is hard to say whether it is the shell or the fungus that resides on it, so there is no need to consider this issue.Being entangled by this kind of thing, unless someone helps to cut off its limbs, it is absolutely impossible to escape in a short time.

And once you can't escape within half a minute, someone has already demonstrated the end in person.

There is still a long way to go before the painful lessons are turned into practice.Even if you are reminded that you need to adjust your countermeasures, the habits formed through training cannot be adjusted immediately.

No Achilles' heel, difficult to predict the next move.The most embarrassing thing is that wearing armor without full body armor is of no benefit to this situation, and it slows down the action, and soon there will be people who are unable to react in time to be recruited.

In the corner of the eye, a subordinate on the edge of the battlefield was stabbing the boarder's neck. The body with unimpaired motor ability caught him with the blade of a sword in the next moment, and the rotting wood-like arms covered with fungus wheel tightly strangled the chain mail for protection. upper body, knocking it to the ground.

The companion pushed the shield away from the boarder, broke its thigh with a hammer, and turned to rescue.However, the shell embracing the target made the sound of dry pods bursting, the bloated head like a silk crown burst open, dust clouds erupted, and the deep purple and dark yellow mixed colors diffused and faded in the air, and quickly changed color as it faded, Exhibits an indescribably rich tonal variation.

The dry cough, wheezing and color caused by the dust and mist spread simultaneously, and the victim hurriedly opened the distance, but the nearest shield-wielding squire couldn't dodge, and after a few steps away, he choked his throat weakly and fell down, lost in the deep and futile breath. consciousness.

"spread!"

Martin, who managed to cut his opponent's thigh tendon and shatter his patella in several rounds, noticed the scene immediately after he was free, and shouted a reminder.

He felt that he also inhaled that kind of dust when he opened his mouth, they were everywhere, just a little bit, there was a burning and scratching discomfort in the throat.The inhalers with more severe symptoms had flushed coughs and protruding eyeballs, and the fungus-controlled shell would not wait for them to slowly relieve, and a chain reaction of deterioration occurred in the corner of the battle situation.

Those powder particles looked heavy, and the cloud formed after the ejection spread not far away before settling and dissipating, with a limited range of transmission.

"Ahem... cover your face!" Martin coughed and issued a warning. He drew out his short dagger, plunged into the elbow of the mottled arm that was hugging him from behind, and twisted left and right to separate the unidentifiable rope.

He felt something clinging to the back of the helmet, like an expanding water bag, or an overturned cow's stomach, the bumps and net folds came to life, looking for a breakthrough in the metal.

Before one of the "sacs" burst open, Martin breathlessly severed the tendon across the elbow joint, freed himself from the restraints, and flung the dangerous creature toward another of its kind charging through the gap in the defense.

They collided and fell, and the hemispherical caps cracked and released psychedelic dust, which quickly dried up.

The command has basically failed. In order to increase the distance, everyone is fighting on their own in the camp. At this time, there is a little breathing space, and he realizes that his side has not encountered a numerical disadvantage.

According to what they saw during the day, the number of those things was at least three times that of theirs, and there may be more in places they didn't see. There is no possibility of survival if they swarm them.

As far as I can see now, there are no more than twenty or thirty colorful bodies moving in the camp. Most people only need to block one, at most they will be pinched from front to back and fall into danger, and they can barely cope with each other's help.

And Kraft had already laid down several people beside him.With him as the main force to induce the enemy to attack, relying on excellent timing control and sense of space to pass by.

How many people passing by him will add a wound that destroys the balance of running, and they will fall out of balance, and the subordinate with the hammer will follow up and smash at the joint between their torso and thigh.

Losing the protection of thick fat and meat pads, the osteoporotic hip joint may not be cut off, but it is really vulnerable to striking weapons.Even if it is not accurate, the neck of the femur, which is the famous fracture risk zone next to it, will be broken into an orthopedic nightmare.

The efficiency of the location chosen by Zajing is much higher than that of the knees. Generally, Kupp only needs two hammers to complete the task, and he can also find time to give the upper limbs a hammer to ensure that they will not crawl around.

Taking a cursory look, Martin noticed that there were several familiar faces missing among the standing people, including a knight conferred by the duke.The threat of death has greatly accelerated the ability to observe and adapt. The attackers they knocked down were several times the casualties, and the enemy density on the field did not seem to change much.

Even if there are Kraft and Martin who quickly knock down a few and fight fires everywhere, the pressure will only be relieved for a while, and they will soon fall into a suppressed state.

They have decreased from their twenties and thirties to the current twenties, and the number has been surpassed by the remains on the ground, and there will always be new ones to make up for it.

Kicking away a crawling boarding body, retracting the sword and picking up the two-handed ax left by the servant who fell to the ground, avoiding the head, and slashing at its shoulder blades, chopping a section of the spine together.When Martin was about to chop it up thoroughly, he was surprised to find that the thing was no longer active.

He thought these things had to be burned to kill them all, and it just stopped.

This discovery shifted more attention from the head-up to the feet. Most of the mushroom host bodies with different damages and completeness have stopped moving, and only a small part is still trying to approach the living.

And the small part of this activity, the common feature is... Can you still climb?

As long as the ability to move is still retained, most of the torso damage will still be crawling. On the other hand, Kraft only has hips and broken arms.

"Professor, Professor Kraft!" Martin fended off the body rushing out from behind the tent, and moved closer to Kraft. He felt that he had realized something important, and he couldn't be distracted by the underlying laws behind this weird refueling tactic. To sum it up.

These hideous looking bodies are not the point.

"Look at those things on the ground, they're not quite right!"

Martin believes that with Kraft's thinking, there is no need for too many reminders, just let him pay attention to the problems he has discovered.

"Ah?" Kraft replied, while dodging the attack, he cut off the structure that was probably part of the original quadriceps muscle, tripped it up by the way, and handed it over to Cooper.

He just knocked down any guy who was still standing with a mushroom on his head, and he didn't feel any pressure. Someone who fell on the ground took over. It wasn't until Martin reminded him that he paid attention to the defeated fighters.

Consciousness records what it sees, quickly compares and evaluates the crawling or stationary body in the dust and vegetation, and draws a very subjective conclusion.

It seems that their life and death have nothing to do with the vitals and the degree of damage, but instead have a purposeful "selection"?Again, he recalled the thoughts that had arisen from his initial contact.

[This is unreasonable for individuals]

An individual rarely spares his own life, and this is no exception in the deep creatures he has come into contact with, and will avoid harm or respond.

Nothing about this is reflected in their behavioral patterns.

After the hip and shoulder joints were destroyed by Kupu, the body no longer moved, and something like the consciousness and soul of the manipulation voluntarily gave up and left.

【This is not its body】

It's not a long-dead human, or a fungus, or a combination of the two, nothing.They still face some invisible and intangible threat, the nature of which is unknown.

In the direction of the village, another shell of host fungus came out of the forest. The team seemed to have achieved a lot of battles, but in fact they didn't make any progress. They repeatedly killed the consumables driven by unknown things, and there were still plenty of such consumables.

Kraft can keep up with it, but others may not be able to, especially knights wearing full body armor, their physical strength will be exhausted faster.After losing this group of backbone forces, it won't take long for the front line to collapse.

However, its ability limitation is also obvious. There is an upper limit to the number of controlled bodies, and it seems that the logic of behavior is very rigid?
"Koop, the next one will only try to break the leg!" It's better to keep more crawling ones than new ones, and now it's the only way to try.

Kraft turned over a host body that was heading towards Martin, pinned it to the ground with the sword he had picked up, and watched as it writhed and twitched, unable to break free of its own accord, and did not come to a sudden stillness.

A moving fungus, which reminded him that the first encounter with this phenomenon was not today, but in the Duke's lungs.

"Martin, where did the dead bodies of the heretics end up?"

"Most of them have been dealt with." Martin first wondered why Kraft brought up things in Westminster during the battle for no reason, and then suddenly got stuck.

Without the helmet and visor, Kraft must have seen the drastic change in his face.

"But I kept a few of them, just in case they are useful..."

"what?!"

(End of this chapter)