Chapter 241 Iron Shell Egg
The extremely mottled and decayed thing among the weird shapes was half-kneeling with its back to them. Red-brown moss-like rust multiplied on every inch of it, giving it a softened and loose texture.
Judging by its appearance, it was a full-body armor, and it was worth a lot of money.
The past appearance has long been unrecognizable, and the patterned accessories have turned into vague raised strips under reddish brown, leaving only the upside-down sword-shaped emblem squeezed and twisted by the rusty part.
It should be kept in the hands of some families who once had a high status and be cleaned and maintained every day as a symbol of the martial arts of their ancestors. Its significance far exceeds practical value and will not be worn except in special circumstances.
However, the fact is that it just appeared in the middle of the waterway, in front of the intruder.
There were knob-like protrusions of unknown origin on the helmet, which drooped down and made a slight sound like the opening and closing of a clam shell or the stirring of paste.
They noticed something at the foot of the armor that they thought was sedimentary silt at first. It was a monk's robe, completely soaked by water, wrapping the shriveled and contracted body, exuding a pungent rust-like smell.
Green said nothing, held his breath, drew his sword, and slowly approached.
The crouching position makes it look like a giant shell, stranded after its contents died. And some resident organisms will soon occupy the space and make it a part of themselves.
When it becomes active, it creates the illusion that the original owner still exists for a moment.
The nail plates, which have lost their fasteners and hinges, rub together slightly in a way that was once impossible to move. As he got closer, the strange sound rustling under the rust became more obvious, mixed with the smacking sound of the lips and tongue, which was similar to a low, inarticulate cry for help on the deathbed.
They heard a somewhat familiar accent, but it did not come from the human figure wrapped in robes, but from the buzzing sound in the semi-enclosed cavity like an iron barrel.
Before the monks had the urge to step forward to rescue, the sound that seemed like human voices completely disappeared.
Instead, there were several layers of chewing and twisting, reminiscent of long toothed tongues licking and scraping the inner walls of the armor.
The armor, or the thing occupying it, moved in an indescribable way.
There are no restrictions on its movement at all. The joints of the armor are overextended and even reversed, supporting it to stand up. The helmet, which had lost half of its faceplate, turned towards the living person, casting a creepy gaze.
The broken window grid is broken and tooth-shaped, and some shadows that cannot be fully illuminated are flowing and undulating where the face should be.
"Devil."
Green heard the monk murmuring. Even the most sinister descriptions cannot express the feeling of extreme discomfort.
After experiencing all this, it is difficult not to suspect that the light of the Heavenly Father has abandoned this place, and they are in hell. Fear and confusion penetrate the protection of the holy scriptures, lashing the hearts that are almost collapsed.
They didn't even draw their weapons immediately, watching helplessly as the thing gradually approached with anthropomorphic movements, raising its long upper limbs.
But not everyone needs Heavenly Father by their side to have the courage to act.
"Blasphemy!" At the same time as the roar exploded, a long sword passed through the water splashed by the steps and pierced the driven armor.
It did not dodge, letting the blade pass through the missing half of the visor and penetrate into the helmet. A stab with sufficient power directly pierced something unknown, reaching the back of the helmet and tilting the entire head back.
Green felt himself stabbing into a mass of bone and flesh, twisting back and trying to get his sword into it.
The upper limbs are grasped without any pause. The shape makes it difficult to connect it with the normal palms. It is more like a new thing that is fused and elongated with the original arm armor attached to the surface. It is between the link body and the body of some long shrimps. between software.
There are no weapons, no rules, just predatory logic, hoping to capture new elements and incorporate them into itself. In a trance, the figures on the stone wall twisted and moved, separated from the honeycomb grid, and surrounded him from under his feet, above his head, and from every direction. Like the deformed limbs in front of him trying to grab his body, they hooked his soul and dragged him towards the darkness far away from common sense.
Green struggled to pull the blade to one side, trying to get rid of these things.
It feels much heavier than expected. The armor was filled with filling material that left no gaps. It only deflected slightly in the face of full force, and then continued to get closer.
The helmet, which was still pressed against the blade of the sword, was pulled away from the breastplate, giving off the nauseating sensation of tendons being peeled off bones, or suction cups being pulled out.
"Help!"
The monks who were just waking up from a dream hurriedly stepped forward to support him and slashed at the upper limb that was about to contact Green.
The attack from the reinforcements shook off large pieces of loose rust, giving Green, who was restrained by weapons, some time to draw his sword, but did not cause any effective damage.
Even if it is in a state of decay, it is still a piece of plate armor, the most difficult thing to deal with in the battle formation. Except for heavy weapons, you can only attack from gaps and weak points, or control joint movement.
Realizing that the attack was ineffective, one of the monks struck at the exposed gap between the helmet and breastplate.
With Green attracting attention, this attack cut in most of the way, but due to the neck guard, it could not do its full effect. The successful attack gave him some peace of mind, and he prepared to expand the cutting range and separate the opponent's head and body.
However, the bizarre pain made him lose the ability to move further.
Looking down, the "arm" that had just been knocked down turned around without being restricted by the angle, and the long and jointed palm passed through the defensive gap and bit into the waist.
【Bite】
This is the only word that can be used to describe that feeling. There seemed to be something like a barb hidden on the palm side of the hand, which tore the skin apart at the moment of contact and fixed it in a place where there was no point of contact.
What's even more frightening is that the pain is spreading deeper, with rough rusty texture and sharp objects stirring the abdominal cavity, accompanied by several changing pain points that look like scratching, biting and tearing.
He tried to pull out his sword and cut it off, but encountered the same difficulty as Greene. The blade was tightly clamped and difficult to pull away.
The armor rushed forward with the force of drawing the sword. The fear and pain destroyed the ability to resist first. The massive blood loss made his consciousness dull, and he was unable to make any effective resistance until he fell to the ground.
The sound of the weapon striking against the armor could be heard, but it remained unmoved, clinging to its victim like a leech biting into the skin.
The hateful helmet filled with the smell of rust and blood hung down, and flowing shadows brewed in it, and then flowed out from the gap in the visor like retching.
This time Green saw the source of the chewing and licking sounds from the front.
Some amorphous substances containing complex characteristics, like semi-solid embryos, break open the egg shell on their own, using precocious molars and soluble parts to crush and decompose the things they come into contact with, and incorporate them into their own reconstruction.
When I realized how it was eating, the courage I had just summoned and the remaining calmness quickly collapsed, and my last thought was to turn around and run away.
Few people realize that this is also the best opportunity - but that's exactly who Green is.
He took out his spare lamp oil and poured it on the amorphous mass that was hard to be damaged by a sword.
(End of chapter)