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 lit up, accompanied by the chorus of layers of water droplets, climbing up the stone wall, there was an illusion of a breathing moon rising on the other side.

The heart beat violently like a drum, and the vibrations were transmitted throughout the chest, pulling the lungs, and even breathing stopped for a moment. Strands of blood rush into the arteries, and the elevated blood pressure causes a dull pain in the skull.

The window in front of it was slammed, and the rhythmic tapping echoed through the room, its patience and strength were exhausted, and the white light that shone into the room moved back and forth more and more obviously, and the tense muscles urged it to move.

Hunting is never always easy, and even the most seasoned hunter will occasionally miscalculate. So, he didn't just bring clips.

Kraft did not hesitate any longer, drew his sword and pried open the cork of the fish oil tank, pouring a small half directly on the sword, and the pale yellow oil with white floc flowed down the groove. The wrist is rotated, and the blade of the sword is slightly oblique, so that the oil film is plated on both sides.

The remaining half pot was poured directly into the brazier, and the heat rushed into his face, and the tongue of fire almost licked his cheeks.

Wielding his sword, the blade ignited the moment it sliced through the flames, and the most potent and untamable substance known burned on the surface of the steel, releasing the heat that reminded the weapon of its first life, as if returning to its original form in the forge.

Through the hilt of the sword and the glove, you can feel the dangerous temperature that causes the proteins to transiently carbonize, and no carbon-based creature would like it, including the forger, who would frown at the act of damaging the weapon.

Hanging the tip of his sword, Kraft walked towards the window step by step, the oil burning and dripping, pulled into a bright ellipsoid by gravity, and hissing as it landed on the floor.

The sound of tapping on the plank became more and more rapid, and something as hard as the joints covered the skin frequently struck in different positions, and at the same time there were multiple striking points, as if a group of people of different heights, shortness, fatness and thinness were calling eagerly outside.

He raised his sword in response. The distance was already less than five steps away, and there was no need to continue to hide their footsteps, and it was impossible for the creeping thing to judge the movement by the loud sound of a barrier.

After a short period of accumulation, the legs take the lead and push forward. Lean forward and make the most of your inertia without leaving room for error.

With his sword held flat, his good hand-eye coordination helps him adjust the angle, targeting the gap in the middle of the window.

The sound of percussion froze, as if it was confused by the sudden approaching sound, and he had never encountered such a situation, and he didn't know whether to continue to be a demon or break through the window for a while.

A moment of hesitation completely cut off its last chance to react, and in the not-so-obvious sluggish grinding sound, the hot blade pierced through the gap and burst out of the window.

The slippery outer skin crumbles to the touch, separated by the uneven layers, and the tip pierces into the tangled muscles below.

It is similar to the sensation of being stuck in a freshly knitted ball of grass, cutting a collection of cord-like and lumpy muscle fibers and penetrating deeper.

The water-rich tissue contracted violently on contact with the blade, and the heat was transferred to the surroundings, turning everything into sticky or hard, denatured protein filaments that were then blackened by subsequent heating. A hundred blood coagulation electric knives combined can't match its efficiency.

A large amount of water vapor escapes the existing and artificially created loose gaps, causing secondary scalds and indiscriminately steaming the lumen of the flowing fluid, plexiform nerve bundles, and fragile glands.

The spasmodic and convulsive muscles lost their ability to cling, the tooth chisels on the branches that held the stone cracks loosened, and the body shook and lost its balance.

The advantage of the length of Old Wood's hand-picked weapons was evident, and Kraft, who had not exhausted his strength, was able to continue to press his weight, and with the remaining momentum, he slammed down diagonally, sending the remaining blade to the other side.

Small pieces of flat bones were shattered along with the connecting cartilage, and the sword momentum grazed and blocked the irregular edge of a certain vertebrae, stopping on a layer of extremely hard thick bone plates, piercing two inches deep.

A frantic roar of pain erupted before the battle could be further extended, an undisguised scream, the most horrific noise of the vocal organs, like the final screams of all the passengers on the roller coaster to hell, the bloodibling trachea spewing out of the dying curse.

Like the most harrowing part of the previous fragmentary memory, contrary to the sound of its disguise, this roar has a tormenting magic, like a thorny bramble whipped out of salt water.

It destroys the formed mind and disturbs the human intellect. It took Kraft all his strength to perform the downward pressing of the hilt, allowing the blade to lift and cut through as much tissue as possible.

The action clearly caused more pain, and after a feeble sound of bone scratching at the wall, the weight of the sword lightened, and the roarer slid downward, turning into a rumbling sound in the sound of a huge splash, and sank into the water.

Kraft shook his head, trying to shake off the vertigo and the inexplicable feeling of falling, just now he felt like he was out of his fall in a blur, but he was exhausted at a certain tipping point, and did not fall into another, deeper place.

The situation did not allow him to think too much, and the sound of wooden planks squeezing and twisting came from the opposite window, and his regained reason urged him to draw his long sword with all his might.

The process of retraction was not smooth, the grainy sword body bumped in the gaps, scraped off the black and white coke slag, and the adhesive dry glue-like substance pulled and drawn, just like the electrocoagulation probe that was not cleaned after half the operation, and was wrapped so that the original shape could not be seen.

The window cracked under the weight, and a bright white light poured into the room, overshadowing the brazier, and the shadows of the objects stretched long and thin.

The endless repetition of phrases reverberated through the space, reflecting back and forth between the walls, and the slippery wrists and feet that sang loudest were the first to reach into the room.

The spreading agitation is pinned down in the mind, and after experiencing their voices again and again, resistance inevitably develops.

It may be that this annoying noise also has to go through the sensory organs, and the repeated stimulation finally allows the receptor to adapt to take effect, selectively reducing the response to it.

Logical thinking has once again gained the upper hand. Instead of turning to look at it, Kraft leaned over and picked up another fish oil can.

The arrangement still worked, and the sound of dumping visceral organ-like sticky material on the ground was accompanied by a crisp bounce of the machine.

This is the moment that Kraft was waiting for, mentally ready for another wave of hissing.

This is undoubtedly a test of willpower, and for the first time, the clear mind that still has a glimmer of clarity has undergone its baptism in a state of maintaining autonomous consciousness.

If possible, Kraft would rather lose consciousness temporarily, as before, and the physiological escape response of loss of consciousness is the mechanism to avoid all off-threshold stimuli.

The skeletal muscles were shaking unconsciously, shortness of breath, the ventricles were blindly contracting at high speeds, the acid in the stomach bag was regurgitating, and the burning sensation was surging, but the consciousness deliberately remained awake, and tried his best to command the trembling body to throw out the oil can.

Towards the window in its memory, it must have been fixed in place now, the oil tank smashed against it accurately, the inferior tank crumbling and shattering, the oil spreading over the slippery skin.

Unaware of the seriousness of the problem, it roared to its own accord until Kraft regained control of his body and spun around to stir up the brazier with his sword, scattering blazing carbon fire and sparks in the sky.

The light of the Spitfire reflected the whole picture of the wriggling creature.

The brachiopod structures that fascinated Kalman were covered with bright light nodules and waving tiny branches, cavitated cavities and cavities, and mouthparts and teeth that grew and devoured their own kind.

The mutilated memories of the previous sightings didn't leave much useful information, other than the rows of serrated dentition.

However, after understanding, it seems that it is clearly the gums that have given birth to too many fangs, making a single structure that is only suitable for tearing, and it is placed where the prey is most accessible and the rest of the branches, and the central unknown nervous system controls the indiscriminate biting.

The epidermis full of furrows is lifted by flexed joints, and the movement is the flexion and extension of the bone chain joints formed by the long bones, which drives the wrists and feet that cannot be used for climbing to make support and stretching movements.

The tangled wrists and feet are indistinguishable, and the bodies that grow these twisted things are a desecration that Kraft's sights and hearings cannot accurately describe.

It was a large collection of "unnecessary" contents such as fat, broken bones, and useless growths, embellished with facial features, hair, and everything that was not used in the "perfect" structure.

They fit together in a haphazard manner, like a specially enlarged version of a teratoma. The skin is painstakingly covered with part of the surface, and granulation tissue fills the gaps.

However, the disorderly hyperplasia often bridges beyond what is needed, the scar protrudes, and the new blood vessels take root in it. Due to the lack of stratum corneum protection, repeated scratches and regrowth, hyperplastic polyps protrude into clusters like fleshy horns.

The elongated outer ear seems to be the result of volume expansion, and the toothless mouth grinning on the side is hollow and growling silently. The yellowish-white eyeballs, which have no pupils, rotate in vain and gather in pairs in the crowded orbits under the pterygium.

Some small brachiopods sprout and grow on them, some have begun to take shape, and more of them hang down weakly at the roots of the large brachiopods, as if they lack nutrients.

The charcoal fire fell from the sky, igniting the fish oil, and the burst of flames enveloped several of its large and small wrists and feet, and the neighing concert pushed to a climax, as if scraping the mind and body with a knife, and the double pain torture consciousness of both real and illusory.

The wriggling creature struggled frantically, pulling at the wrist and foot that had been bitten by the beast's clip, tearing the muscles apart despite the misalignment of the iron teeth, and pulling the clamp and the chain nail from the ground with great force, and the deep visible bone wound overflowed with cloudy glowing white fluid.

Pulling at its nearly broken stump, it finally regained its freedom, its ferocious slender openers, its deformed, cumbersome mass propelled by the burning brachiopods, roaring towards Kraft.