When it comes to actually facing such a twisted 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 and ignore the overall balance. It is like throwing itself forward, using imbalance as a
The price is a speed that is inconsistent with the body shape.
The teeth and horns scraped the floor, making an annoying and harsh sound as the plows rolled on the eardrum like a ratchet. It felt like the reamer of a large meat grinder was rotating, bringing with it a huge sense of oppression.
Affected by the neighing sound, Kraft reluctantly made an evasive action and moved aside.
This movement was obviously noticed by it. It flapped its arms and legs and scratched the ground, trying to change direction midway. However, these limbs had sufficient strength but lack of coordination. They only allowed the high-speed torso to turn a small angle, and missed Kraft.
Pass.
A semi-formed arm and foot stretched out the mouthpart appendage, biting fiercely, bypassing the sword blade at the crossbar, and instantly tore off the cuff and a cufflink, chewing and tearing the cloth unwillingly. The metal buckle was stuck in the teeth.
It had been repeatedly ground and deformed, and it was hard to tell whether the sound was from teeth or broken buttons.
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 hand was trembling 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 sarcoma body and swung its arms and legs to turn. Although there was no room for morphology on the outside, it did seem to have a "front" in its self-recognition, and it needed to use this
direction towards the target.
In normal times, Kraft could deal with such stupid brute force all night, but now he can clearly feel that his condition is deteriorating. His physical strength is consumed in violent physiological reactions, and his body and spirit are tortured by roars.
The first time I had this feeling was when I was a soul from another world and took the one-kilometer physical test in college.
He gasped for breath, filling his lungs with air full of water vapor and burnt smell, as well as the nauseating smell of burnt protein. His physical strength reached a very dangerous critical point, all senses were fading away, and the edges of his vision turned black.
, there was only a horrible sound 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 itself that will 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 action mode of this thing is indeed in line with at least half of Kraft's guesses. The design efficiency of the arm legs 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, making it quite inflexible to change direction after the speed is increased.
The remaining flames on its body gave the consciousness some inspiration, and it took advantage of the moment of turning to move towards the bed.
Heavy, sticky, soft and sharp, with hard bones supporting the soft body, the contradictory body didn't care about his plan and rushed towards the facade just like before.
A little courage is a necessity, to restrain the blind avoidance driven by fear. Let it come closer, and come closer, until you can clearly see the scarred arms and legs, the canines arranged in the mouthparts, and the dense molars hidden in the shadows, between the teeth
Stuffed with glowing debris.
Countless mouthparts are stirring, opening and closing, 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 little longer until its huge body occupies most of the field of vision, and it would be a foregone conclusion to run over this position.
Then, he moved in the widest direction of the space, using all his strength to get out of the way of the large number of fish oil cans lined up beside the bed. At this point, he completely exhausted the last bit of his strength, fell to the ground, and moved towards the corner with his hands on the ground.
Go and try to distance yourself.
There was a continuous crisp breaking sound, and the thick liquid splashed and flowed. It was ignited by the small flames on its body. The extinguished flames suddenly expanded, and a large dazzling red mass 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 floor 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 last 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 destroy this exquisite and malicious biological masterpiece built of organic matter, calcium salts and water.
The water evaporates before it has time to seep out, and the skin curls and shrinks, turns black and falls off. The muscles contract, the joints bend, the arms and legs twist into a twisted and contracted shape, and the branches turn into a blackened and indistinguishable substance after a brief struggle, 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 the futile struggle failed, unexpected changes occurred on it. Kraft watched it peel off layer by layer, the outermost arms and legs were separated and fell 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, the aponeurosis was withered and decayed, and it was abandoned before it could be burned.
A force supporting this impossible body was extracted from the impeccable "peripheral" together with the water, the motor system was abandoned, and the superfluous growths shriveled 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 reorganization of the human body structure, it would have lost all vitality. But after discarding the arms and legs and the lumpy outer layer, there are still things 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 place 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 skin, 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 flame rose, it shrank inward, the space for movement continued to decrease, and the sticky and nauseating feeling became more intense.
Even if the appearance of this crawling creature that sings with its vocal cords exceeds the limits of human endurance, this viscous core is still out of place in the wreckage, a self-conscious lesion that lacks connection with other parts and is not a component found in the human body.
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.
Light it on the edge of the fire pool, throw it into the struggling core with a little aim, and add 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 in the bones are lost, and the surface is blackened.
Kraft, who had moved to the window early, was waiting for the first and possibly last bonfire party that he would attend in his life. It was slowly extinguished. 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 today I can 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 torso 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 distortions and creeping shadows that were still flickering in front of his eyes faded slightly. There were still distant and then near sounds in his ears, overlapping auditory hallucinations, as if these wreckage were not dead, but had temporarily lost the definition of mortals.
physical life.
Now is a good opportunity to go back, but his work is not finished yet. The answer he wants may be hidden in the mass in the middle that is much more pleasing to the eye after being burned...