Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

When it comes to actually facing such a twisted giant monster, it is difficult for any warrior to be fearless, and Kraft is certainly not such a person.

It moves in an uncoordinated state between crawling and squirming. Each arm and foot bursts out with considerable strength, but they are uncoordinated with each other. They only use force without caring about the overall balance. It's like throwing yourself forward, exchanging speed that doesn't match your body shape at the cost of imbalance.

The teeth and horns scrape the floor, the plow makes an annoying screeching sound, and it rolls on the eardrum like a ratchet. It feels like the reamer of a large meat grinder is rotating, coming with a huge sense of oppression.

Affected by the neighing sound, Kraft reluctantly made an evasive movement and moved aside.

This movement was obviously noticed by it, as it flapped its arms and legs and scratched the ground, trying to change direction midway. However, these limbs had sufficient strength but insufficient coordination. They only allowed the high-speed torso to turn a small angle, and missed Kraft.

A half-formed arm and foot stretched out its mouthpart appendage, biting fiercely, bypassing the sword blade of the crossbar, and in the moment of contact, it ripped away the cuff and a cufflink, chewing and tearing the fabric unwillingly. The metal buckle was repeatedly ground and deformed between the teeth, and it was hard to tell whether it was the teeth or the snapping sound of the buckle.

If you look closer, there might be a few fingers or even half a palm inside.

There is a vague pain on the ulnar side of the wrist, as if warm fluid is oozing out, but it does not interfere with activities. I just hope that it is not a superficial blood vessel that has been cut open.

He found that his hands were shaking slightly and the sword became heavy. Is it the fear of passing death, or the uncontrollable exhaustion?

The neighing sound erupted again, and the strange creature that hit the wall shook its huge fleshy body and swung its arms and legs to turn. Although there is no room for morphological development on the surface, it does seem to have a "front" in self-recognition, and it needs to be aimed at the target in this direction.

Normally, Kraft could deal with such stupid brute force all night, but now he could clearly feel that his condition was deteriorating. The physical strength was consumed in the violent physiological reaction, and the body and spirit were tortured by the roar. The last time I felt like this was when the soul from another world took the one-kilometer physical test in college.

He gasped for breath, filling his lungs with air full of moisture and burnt smell, as well as the nauseating smell of burnt protein. My physical strength has reached a very dangerous critical point, all feelings are fading away, the edges of my vision are black, and there are only horrible sounds echoing in my ears.

His spirit and will were also on the verge of reaching their limits, and he relied on the last bit of numb reason to maintain the confrontation. At least he probably wouldn't fall until he completely lost control of his body.

The thing rushed at it, and when it finished accelerating, Kraft found the opportunity to avoid it again, allowing the arm-foot rotten flesh polymer to come into close contact with the wall for the second time, and the brazier stand in the middle was directly smashed. Scattered into pieces of wood.

Scattered flames were still burning on its body, and the burnt skin on its wrists and feet was scorched and cracked. It was crushed during the violent movement, revealing the yellow-white dry scab underneath, with a branch-like network of blood vessels spread out.

It seems that the pain of severed limbs and superficial burns are far from fatal injuries to it. It may not even be a serious injury. If it continues, it will only be dragged to death.

His consciousness searched for unused layouts in the room in his memory, most of which were beyond the capabilities of his current physical strength.

But you don’t have to do it yourself.

The thing's pattern of action matched at least half of Kraft's guesses. The design performance of the arm and foot is quite excellent, but it is not enough to support the continuous high-frequency movement of a huge body, and can only produce bursts of speed.

Moreover, the activities of all the arms and legs lack integrity, and the center lacks complete control over them, so that the direction change is quite inflexible after the speed is increased.

The remaining flames on its body gave his consciousness some inspiration, and he took advantage of the moment of turning to move towards the bed.

Heavy, viscous, soft and sharp, with hard bones supporting the soft body, the contradictory body didn't care about his plans and rushed towards the facade just like before.

A little courage is necessary to resist the blind avoidance driven by fear. Let it come closer, and then come closer, until you can clearly see the scarred arms and legs, the molars densely hidden in the shadows behind the canines arranged in the mouth, and the gaps between the teeth are filled with glowing fragments.

Countless mouthparts stir, open and close, hoping that the prey that can no longer escape will fall into it, be chopped into fine pieces, digested, and become a part of it.

According to its previous performance, it would have to wait a while until its huge body occupied most of the field of vision, and it was a foregone conclusion that it would run over this position.

Then, move in the widest direction of the space and use all your strength to get out of the way of the large number of fish oil cans lined up beside the bed behind you. At this point, he completely exhausted the last bit of his strength, fell to the ground, moved to the corner of the wall with his hands on the ground, and tried his best to distance himself.

There was a continuous crisp sound of breaking, and thick liquid splashed and flowed. It was ignited by the small flames on its body. The extinguished flames suddenly expanded, and a large ball of dazzling red bloomed, engulfing the body and most of its arms and legs.

The heat that was so rich that it seemed to have taken on physical form expanded in the room, and the flames flowed on the ground with the grease, and the heat was unprecedentedly high.

The twisted soft body struggled and rolled in the raging fire, its arms and legs twitched and curled. It was stained with more fish oil and knocked over other jars. Bathed in the expanding fire pool, it let out a final wave of hoarse roars, and the heat wave sent it brittle and dry. the lingering sound.

Then, extremely hot gases and flowing oil penetrate any cavity that dares to open, roasting the stupid and fragile tissue that dares to challenge its short-lived and glorious authority, with verdicts ranging from medium rare to very rare.

Burning, violent and cruel burning, the most intuitive manifestation of energy is like giant claws closing, ravaging from the outside in to destroying this exquisite and malicious biological masterpiece built of organic matter, calcium salts and water.

The water evaporates before it can seep out, causing the skin to curl, shrink, turn black and fall off. Muscles contracted, joints bent, and the arms and legs twisted into twisted and contracted shapes. After a brief struggle, the branches turned into charred black and indistinguishable substances, entangled and continuing to burn.

The pupilless eyeballs are like punctured blisters leaking out the denatured contents. The already inconspicuous elongated features are roasting and melting. The sizzling mixture of oil and water is bubbling. In the billowing smoke, there is a pungent smoky smell and strange fat. The smell of frying oil filled every inch of the air.

When the thought that human tissue is being burned, the smell that makes the gastrointestinal tract churn adds another layer of extreme mental revulsion.

After its futile struggle failed, unexpected changes happened to it. Kraft watched as it peeled off layer by layer, separating from the outermost arms and legs and falling off section by section.

At first, I thought it was because the dried part could not bear its own weight and collapsed, but then I noticed that the inner layer had red-gray muscles separated from the bones, and the aponeurosis was withered and decayed, and was abandoned before it could be burned.

A force that supports this impossible body is extracted from the impeccable "peripheral" together with the water, the motor system is abandoned, and the superfluous growths shrivel up.

The flames engulfed these inactivated tissues faster, and the spreading fire followed its contraction and approached the core.

Logically speaking, if it were a pure recombination of human body structures, it would have lost all vitality. But even after ditching the arms and legs and the lumpy outer layer, there's still something moving inside.

Burn, fall off.

There is a core that is trying hard to adjust this balance, instinctively throwing away the irredeemable parts in order to survive from the desperate situation of the sea of ​​fire.

From this perspective, it is not like a part of the whole, but more like treating itself as an individual that can exist independently. The logic is similar to that of the brain, which thinks that it only temporarily resides in a residence that delivers nutrients and provides shelter, and regards the body as "others". thing” rather than the self.

However, this countermeasure is destined to be ineffective. The flame is still burning, and you cannot avoid it no matter what you are in the center. More and more gray organizations collapse and turn into new fuel, showing the core of abandoning them.

The turbid and sticky flowing light, like the beating and contraction of the heart, is not brighter than the photomas on the epidermis, but highlights the thick and sticky feeling, high-density dirty white, and the color of fungal infection pus spots.

In the depths, it squirmed, and every time the flames rose, it shrank inward. The space for movement was continuously reduced, and the sticky and disgusting feeling became more and more intense.

Even if the appearance of this vocal cord-singing creeping creature exceeds the limits of human endurance, the viscous core is an alien, self-aware lesion in the wreckage, lacking connection with the rest of the body and not a component found in the human structure.

Needless to say, Kraft stood up with his sword in his hand. After resting for a while without the noise, he was now able to stand up and get the torch.

I lit it at the edge of the fire pool, threw it into the struggling core with a little aim, and added some fire to it.

The shrunken, dry and hard tissue became the final fuel for incineration. The thing squirmed and shrank, but there was no room for escape. The flames surrounded it, and the last remnants of the abomination burned indiscriminately, and the malicious white light was completely annihilated.

Its shrinkage brings great convenience to burning. The shrunken tissue replaces the grease and is responsible for the second half of this grand bonfire. The soft tissues connecting the joints are burned out, the skeleton collapses, the organic components of the bones are lost, and the surface is blackened.

Kraft, who had moved to the window early, waited for the first and possibly last bonfire party he attended in his life to slowly extinguish. The bones were spread out in a large area, and the source of the surface carbonized tissue with various shapes was difficult to identify.

Approaching the edge of the fire where the high temperature had not yet dissipated, I stepped on a piece of charred bone and it broke into small pieces with a crackling sound. As expected, as the systematic anatomy teacher said, the calcined bone has few organic components and is hard and brittle. .

I didn't have the chance to touch one in class back then. The teacher displayed the calcined bone in a glass frame, which was the only one among several boxes of bones in the classroom. I didn't expect that I could waste one to try the texture without worrying about medical ethics. Learning heavy boxing is really a bit of a luxury, I have to say.

There are many scattered on the ground, ranging in size, with upper and lower limbs and trunk bones. If it were not for the potential danger, I would really like to take them back and use them as teaching aids.

He was thinking wildly to relieve his mental pressure. The distorted and squirming shadows that were still flashing in front of him faded slightly. There were still distant and then near, overlapping auditory hallucinations in his ears. It seemed that these wreckage were not dead, but had temporarily lost the definition of mortals. physical life.

Now was a good time to go back, but his work wasn't done yet. The answer he wanted might be hidden in the mass in the middle that looked more pleasing to the eye after it was burned...

Or it could be another mystery.