Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

At this moment, what flashed through Kraft’s mind was a set of lines with extremely high family content.

Translation, translation, what is a surprise!

Outside the window on the other side, the same white light lights up, accompanied by the overlapping refrain of the sound of water droplets, climbing up the stone wall, giving the illusion of a breathing moon rising on the other side.

The heart was beating violently like a drum, and the vibrations were transmitted throughout the chest, affecting the lungs, and even the breathing was stagnant for a moment. Thousands of blood flow squeezed into the arteries, and the increased blood pressure caused a dull pain in the skull.

The window panel in front of it was knocked, and the rhythmic knocking sound echoed in the room. Its patience and physical strength were being exhausted. The white light marks shining into the room moved back and forth more and more obviously, and the tight muscles urged it action.

Hunting is never always smooth sailing, and even the most experienced hunter will occasionally make miscalculations. So, he didn't just bring the clip.

Kraft did not hesitate any longer. He drew his sword and pried open the cork of the fish oil can, and poured the small amount directly onto the sword. The light yellow oil with white flakes flowed down along the groove. Turn your wrist and tilt the sword slightly, allowing the oil film to cover both sides.

The remaining half of the pot was poured directly into the brazier, and the heat wave hit my face, and the tongue of flame almost licked my cheeks.

He wielded the long sword carelessly, and the blade ignited the moment it cut through the flames. The most violent and untamable substance known to date burned on the surface of steel, releasing heat that reminded the weapon of its original life, as if returning to the original energy in the forge. form.

Through the hilt of the sword and the gloves, one can feel the dangerous temperature that causes the protein to instantly denature and carbonize. No carbon-based creature would like it, including the caster, who would also frown at such damage to the weapon.

Lowering the tip of the sword, Kraft walked towards the window step by step. The oil burned and dripped, and was pulled by gravity into a bright ellipse, falling to the floor with a hissing sound.

The sound of knocking on the wooden board became more and more rapid, and something as hard as a bone and covered with skin knocked frequently on different positions. There were multiple knocking points at the same time, as if there were a group of people of different heights, short, fat, and thin anxious outside. call.

He raised his sword in response. The distance was already less than five steps away, and there was no need to continue hiding the steps. It was even more impossible for the creeping thing separated by a barrier to judge its movements through the sudden sound.

After a short period of energy accumulation, the legs take the lead in exerting force, kicking off the ground and charging forward. Lean forward to maximize the use of inertia and leave no room for error.

Holding the long sword straight, his good hand-eye coordination can help him adjust the angle, aiming for the gap in the middle of the window.

The knocking sound stopped for a moment, as if he was confused by the sudden approaching sound. He had never encountered such a situation before, and he didn't know whether to continue acting like a monster or to break in through the window.

A moment's hesitation completely ruined its last chance to react. Amidst the obvious sluggish friction sound, the hot sword blade passed through the gap and broke out of the window.

The slippery surface of the skin bursts when touched, and separates together with the uneven layers, and the tip pierces into the tangled and tough muscles below.

It's similar to the feeling of digging into a newly knitted grass ball, splitting the cord-like and block-shaped collection of muscle fibers and penetrating deeper.

The moisture-rich tissue shrinks violently when it comes into contact with the sword body, and the heat is transferred to the surroundings, turning everything in reach into sticky or dry and hard denatured protein strands, which are then blackened by subsequent heating. Even a hundred coagulation electrosurgical knives combined cannot match its efficiency.

A large amount of water vapor is generated and escapes into the existing and artificially created loose gaps, causing secondary burns and indiscriminately steaming the fluid-flowing lumens, plexiform nerve bundles, and fragile glands.

The twitching muscles lost their ability to cling, the chisels on the branches holding on to the stone cracks became loose, and the body swayed and lost its balance.

The length advantage of the weapon that Old Wood personally selected was reflected. Kraft, who still had not exhausted his remaining strength, could still continue to press his weight, use the remaining momentum to thrust downward diagonally, and send the remaining blade to that side.

A small piece of flat bone was crushed together with the connecting cartilage. The sword force brushed against an irregular bone that was probably a vertebrae and was blocked. It stopped on an extremely hard thick bone plate and penetrated two inches deep.

The painful and crazy roar erupted before the results of the battle were further expanded. It was an undisguised scream, the most terrifying noise of the vocal organ, like all the passengers on a roller coaster going straight to hell screaming their last screams in the human world, with blood spurting out of the trachea. A deathbed curse.

Just like the most painful part of the previous fragmentary memory, contrary to the sound it pretends to be, this roar has the power to torture the mind, beating the spirit like a thorny thorn covered with salt water.

It destroys formed thinking and disturbs human reason. Kraft used all his strength to press down on the hilt of the sword, raising the blade to cut through as much tissue as possible.

This action obviously brought more pain. After a sound of weak bones scratching the wall, the weight on the sword was light, and the screamer slid down, turning into a rumble and a muffled sound amidst the huge splash, and sank into the water. .

Kraft shook his head, trying his best to get rid of the dizziness and the inexplicable falling feeling. Just now, he felt that he was escaping from falling in a blur of consciousness, but he was exhausted before a certain critical point and did not fall into another deeper place.

The situation did not allow him to think too much. The sound of wooden boards squeezing and twisting came from the window on the opposite side. The reason he managed to regain urged him to pull out the long sword with all his strength.

The process of withdrawing was not smooth. The grainy sword blade bumped into the gaps, scraping off black and white burnt residue, and the adhering dry glue-like substance caused strings. It was really like half a surgery without cleaning it. Like the electrocoagulation probe, it was wrapped so that the original shape could not be seen.

The window completely cracked under the weight, and bright white light poured into the room, overwhelming the light from the brazier, and the shadows of objects stretched long and slender.

The endless refrain echoed in the space again, reflecting back and forth between the walls, and the slippery limbs that chanted the loudest were the first to reach into the room.

The spreading anxiety was suppressed in my mind, and after experiencing their sounds again and again, resistance inevitably developed.

It may be that this annoying noise also has to work through the sensory organs, and repeated stimulation finally allows the adaptation of the receptors to take effect, selectively reducing the response to it.

Logical thinking once again takes over. Without turning to look directly at it, Craft leaned over and picked up another can of fish oil.

The arrangement worked after all, and along with the sound of the viscous substance falling to the ground like the dumping of internal organs, there was a clear sound of the machine bouncing.

Kraft had been waiting for this moment, mentally preparing himself for another wave of neighing sounds.

This is undoubtedly a test of willpower. For the first time, the mind that still has a glimmer of clarity has been baptized by it while maintaining its own consciousness.

If possible, Kraft would rather lose consciousness temporarily as before. The physiological escape response of loss of consciousness is a mechanism to avoid receiving all stimuli outside the threshold.

The skeletal muscles were shaking unconsciously, the breathing was rapid, the ventricles were contracting blindly at high frequency, the acid in the stomach bag was refluxing, and the burning sensation was rising, but the consciousness deliberately stayed awake and tried its best to direct the trembling body to throw the oil tank.

Facing the position of the window in the memory, it must be fixed in place now. The oil tank hit it accurately, the inferior tank body shattered, and the oil spread on the smooth skin.

It didn't realize the seriousness of the problem and kept roaring on its own until Kraft regained control of his body, turned around and picked up the brazier with his sword, scattering hot carbon fire and sparks all over the sky towards it.

The flickering light of the flying fire reflected the entirety of the wriggling creature.

Kalman was fascinated by the bright light tumors and waving tiny branches growing outside the structure of the arms and legs. Those with hollow cavities groaned and roared, and those with mouthparts and sharp teeth chewed and devoured the same kind around them.

The incomplete memory of seeing it in the past did not leave much useful information, except the rows of jagged teeth.

After understanding it, it was clear that the gums gave birth to too many canines, making a single structure suitable only for tearing. It was placed where the prey was most likely to come into contact with the other branches, and it was controlled by an unknown nervous system in the center. Biting randomly.

The grooved skin is lifted up by the flexing joints, and the movements are all flexion and extension of the bone chain joints formed by the long bones, driving the wrists and feet that could not be used for climbing to perform supporting and pulling movements.

The number of entangled arms and legs is indistinguishable, and the body that sprouts these twisted things is a blasphemous thing that cannot be accurately described by Kraft's knowledge.

It is a large collection of fat, bone fragments, useless growth and other "unnecessary" contents, embellished with facial features, hair, everything that is not used in the "perfect" structure of the arms and legs, is filled in here .

They fit into each other chaotically, like a specially enlarged version of a teratoma. The skin struggles to cover part of the surface, and granulation tissue fills the gap.

However, disordered proliferation and bridging often exceeds actual needs, scars protrude, and new small blood vessels take root in them. And because there is no protection from the cuticle, it is repeatedly scratched and regenerated, and the neoplastic polyps protrude into clusters like fleshy horns.

The elongated outer ears seemed to be the result of volume expansion, and a toothless and tongueless mouth opened on the side, opening hollowly like a silent roar. The yellow-white eyeballs without pupils rotated in vain, gathering in twos and threes in the crowded sockets under the pterygium.

Some small arms sprouted and grew on them, some had begun to take shape, and more were unable to hang down from the roots of the large arms, as if they lacked nutrients.

The carbon fire fell from the sky, igniting the fish oil, and the bursting flames enveloped several of its large and small arms and legs. The neighing concert reached a climax, as if scraping the spirit and body with a knife, and the dual pain of real and illusory tortured the consciousness.

The squirming thing struggled wildly, pulling at the arm and foot that was bitten by the animal trap. Regardless of the iron teeth tearing the muscles, it used great force to pull out the clip and the chain-fixing spike from the ground. The bones were clearly visible. The wound overflowed with turbid, glowing white fluid.

Pulling the nearly broken stump, it finally regained freedom. The ferocious thin branches opened its mouth, and the deformed and cumbersome mass body roared towards Kraft, propelled by the burning arms and legs.