Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

A torch was impromptuly thrown and thrust straight into the facade like a javelin.

Quick and powerful steps followed the fire, the metal was turned over in the hand, the palm of the hand held the blade, and the guard and counterweight were used as hammer heads to smash down.

This is a technique used on the battlefield. When two armored knights wearing iron plates meet, if they do not have a blunt weapon such as a page hammer to effectively kill them, they can only use the long sword in their hands as a temporary substitute.

It is skillful enough to allow the user to give the cast iron gauntlet enough speed to dent the helmet without scratching the palm.

Seemingly harmless blunt parts can often produce more effective results than dangerous blades, manifested as the crisp sound of a helmet buzzing after being knocked down, resulting in frontal, parietal and temporal bone fractures accompanied by intradural hemorrhage, external hemorrhage and brain contusion. Injury and other serious consequences, with current medical methods, let alone treatment, even exploration is impossible.

To put it simply, this is used to deal with hard ideas. When William's saber bounces away, the attacker will keenly adjust his moves and use targeted killing methods.

But there was something unreasonable under that layer of face. Even if it had been expected, the feedback coming from it made people suspect that it had hit some kind of non-living inorganic object that was competing with the rock. The force he exerted came back against him, and the sword almost escaped the control of his fingers, cutting through the thick gloves, and the cold sharpness licked the palm of his hand.

The extremely hard material seems to be some kind of carapace. It is not as tough as metal. The point of stress deforms slightly, and then quickly cracks and collapses around it. The fragments between bones and stones opened and pushed up, piercing the pale skin, but no blood flowed out. The face was really pulled toward the depression like a curtain, and the radial folds completely destroyed the "human" image. An image association.

The part of the face that had been hidden in the shadows was briefly exposed for a moment, shrinking and dissipating like a phantom, but it was enough to see what was leaked before disappearing.

The matte surface is like a formed shadow, solidified in incomprehensible ways, growing into an arthropod-like structure, and William has no doubt that it will dissolve into the dark background in the next moment - in fact, it does just that, once out of the light At its most intense, it can no longer be pursued in the shadows. Even if you occasionally cross the edge, you can't tell whether it is the wave of fire or the shell creature with a familiar face testing it with its limbs.

The fierce blow knocked it back, and the face of Walker who was hit in the middle fell back into darkness, and the faces of the other two sailors also retracted. They are in no particular order and synchronized beyond comprehension, as if they are parts from the same individual.

Just when William thought he could have a moment to breathe, an abrupt sharp corner emerged from the edge of the curved shadow, stretched sharply against the light source, and pierced from a blind corner that was out of sight.

His relaxed consciousness failed to direct his body to respond. The sense of crisis made his eyebrows itch, and his pupils shrank to reflect the tip of the shadow. It was only later that his thinking told him that it was an articulated limb. When you get closer, you can see the fine barbs like steel needles at the end, scraping towards the ears and the edges of the face.

But the person in front of him moved earlier than it did. He changed his target first, changed his technique again, took back the hilt of the sword, controlled the spine of the sword with one hand, and cut off half of William's face like an iron awl. Retrograde shadow.

The limbs fled, and the sword blade opened large strips of cracked damage on it, taking enough of a toll before it retreated into the shadows.

This must have been painful enough. The sound of the carapace's sharp shell hitting the ground rolled away. It was messy and dense, and it was hard to tell how many limbs it had for it to move.

"Wake up!" Kraft grabbed William and took the opportunity to distance himself. He couldn't drag him a few steps even with all his strength. In desperation, he pulled on his collar and tried to pull him up from the ground. After a while, the sutures broke and the cloth tore. A large piece of the collar on the right side was pulled off, and the person was still lying on the spot kicking his legs.

"Get up quickly, or we can't run!"

He wanted to activate his spiritual senses to explore the movement of the thing, but he could not guarantee that he could evacuate the cave within a limited time. He could only rely on his eyesight to be alert to the darkness while picking up the torch.

"Wait for me for a while! Wait for me for a while!" William cried and rolled over and crawled away. It took him a long time to stand up from the ground against the wall of the cave. This is so scary. The courage inspired by the dying moment is gone without a trace after being stunned.

For some reason, the expected pursuit did not follow. After the sound of rapid arthropods hitting the rocks, it probably stabilized its body.

In the invisible darkness, a rich voice resonated through a long channel, ringing from weak to strong. The compressed air flow gradually advances in the ever-expanding rigid pipe, transforming into distant vibrations that are suitable for transmission. It sounds like a giant horn longer than a chimney, which is blown jointly by countless people.

From the horrified look on William's face, Kraft realized that this was something far worse than a joint poking out of the darkness.

"what is that?"

"It's coming, run!" The captain tried his best to use his legs and ran back and forth. He still had the conscience to call Kraft. But even if he doesn't say it, anyone with normal intelligence will understand that he should follow up at this time.

The latter's doubts only lasted a short while.

A very similar response came from the other side, that's where they came from. Although the sound was so consistent with the vocalizations of the face-wearing arthropods, the completely different volume was enough to negate the idea of ​​it being an echo.

From an unreachable distance, the sound of the majestic horn can be clearly heard, accompanied by the vibration of cold current and approach.

The previous sound was some kind of imitation, a call, and the thing that answered the call was coming along the cave.

"It's over." William stopped and looked back and forth desperately. The situation was already like this, and it didn't matter wasting time to say a few more words. "You're right, we shouldn't come down."

"Do you still remember the things on the rock paintings at the entrance of the village? These caves are not natural. That thing, the thing that made the caves...it is coming towards us now."

"No one will thank you for being a wise man. Think of something you can do!" Kraft replied casually, sheathing his sword and retracting his free hand into his sleeve. His unexplained movements were quite methodical.

For some reason, William felt that he was not very panicked. Rather than facing death calmly, it felt more like he had the worst option that he was not willing to choose.

"We definitely can't run away from it." He slumped down and sat down. The energy he needed to run was a glimmer of hope. Since he couldn't run away, he would rather die in a more comfortable way.

But overall, he still made a profit, and he still had some time for his last prayers.

William emptied the money bag and found the double-winged ring amulet he had taken off at the bottom, "O Almighty Lord. I am guilty, all because of my greed and insistence on going my own way, causing the crew to be harmed by the evil beasts of the pagans, Clara Dr. Foote joins me in this situation.”

"But Dr. Kraft is here to save lives. Although he is not a believer, he still begs to open the door of the country to him..."

"I hope the last solution you can think of is not to pray to Lord Roush! I have never seen that thing, and now I can only rely on you to think of a solution!" The amplitude of the earthquake became larger and larger. Kraft threw away the torch and rushed to William's side to grab it. Holding his hand, the distance between the two of them was so close that they could be put into a bucket.

"I apologize to you for his previous blasphemy of using your honorable name..."

Krafft was immediately laughed out of anger by William. This prayer was quite thoughtful and he didn't forget to bring it with him, "Damn it! I can come to hell to catch you in person. Isn't that better than Heavenly Father?"

A feeling of dizziness and nausea interrupted the captain's temporary prayer of holding Heavenly Father's smelly feet. The illusion of weightlessness struck, and the senses were confused.

As Kraft squeezed something in his sleeve before his eyes, he heard the burn of acid reflux and tasted the rumbling crawling vibration. Among all kinds of cross-connection and confusion, only one is the most obvious - falling.