Chapter 535: Bones are dismantling living beings?
Ash narrowed his eyes and whispered.
She is a banshee, better at combat and mind skills. She doesn't have much advantage in detection, but she can see more clearly than mortals.
"I don't know what those bones did, but I could see that the animals they touched were dismembered into pieces - not just simple dismemberment, but..."
Ash looked at the railway in the distance, where the livestock were cut into pieces.
Complete pieces.
Every bone and every muscle is so complete, as if it were the most delicate surgery performed by the most skilled doctor, so perfect that it can be called a work of art.
For example, the entire gun was disassembled into neatly arranged parts.
But, but. Ash stared at the cows laid out neatly on the ground. It was so exquisite, but she felt creepy.
That kind of distorted beauty brings an extreme impact, and makes people feel uncomfortable even just by seeing it.
Ash retracted his gaze and looked at his companion standing next to him, and suddenly frowned.
She inexplicably felt that these people were ugly.
The muscles and bones are spliced together in a way that has no aesthetic appeal. It makes people feel uncomfortable even just by looking at it. It should be taken apart and placed neatly on the ground.
Ash suddenly opened his eyes wide, shook his head vigorously, took a few steps back, and leaned against the wall of the train.
The cold steel brought her back some clarity.
"Don't stare at the bones for too long, it will distort your perception!"
Ash said while panting, and the expeditionaries around him gasped.
Even Ash's will was twisted?
Ash has always been synonymous with strength, both physically and mentally. It is difficult for the Banshees to have their cognition shaken, and Ash is the most steadfast one among them.
"How can we help you, Lord Ash?" Hodge asked worriedly.
"No need. I can recover on my own in a while. This place is too far from Castel, and with the burden of the symbiotic contract, I'm not in good condition."
Ash leaned against the carriage, a rare hint of weakness in his tone.
The banshees who come here are rotated every three days, otherwise the vitality extracted by the symbiotic contract will greatly weaken their combat effectiveness. Today is her last day staying here, and she happened to encounter this trouble.
"Those bones stood up again! No, I mean, those animals, they are alive!" Gwen's voice startled everyone in the carriage, and they looked out hesitantly.
The animals that had just been broken up into pieces on the ground were now changing again.
The flesh and blood quickly decayed and turned into a pile of disgusting pus, but the bones became translucent, and then they slowly pieced themselves together in a trembling state.
Soon, a "cow" made of bones stood up.
It took a few steps forward with its four hooves, raised its head which was only left with bones, and slowly looked towards the train.
Da da da da da! A burst of gunfire rang out, and the bullets accurately smashed the bone cow into pieces.
Then, covered in fog, it actually began to recover again.
It didn't take long for it to stand up again, but this time it didn't look like a "bull".
There seemed to be some errors when those originally coordinated bones were spliced together. Some fragments were connected to others that should not be connected. The whole "cow" was a little crooked, like a painter's sloppy practice.
On the train, Gwen slowly stopped the wheel in her hand.
"These bones will lead the fog forward, and after they are shattered, they will be restored in the fog."
The carriage fell silent for a moment, and a horrifying guess slowly emerged in people's minds.
"At this rate, the White Disaster will soon move southward and cover the entire continent, right?"
Hodge's mind was churning, and he subconsciously began to calculate how long it would take for the White Scourge to reach Castel, and soon came up with an answer that he could not accept at all.
"We need to stop the White Scourge." Hodge clenched his fists.
Castel was a very important place to him, and he had to protect her at all costs.
"Our train alone is not enough. We must pass the message to the camp in the north as soon as possible. Lord Alexi will find a way!" Hodge turned his head and looked at the expeditionary force not far away. There was tension and fear on their faces, but the same determination was in their eyes.
"Don't worry about these bones anymore, and move forward at full speed! Let the stoker and the steam engine talk, Castel. No, the future of the entire continent may be in our hands!"
The expeditionary forces left the carriages silently but quickly, and ran to various parts of the train to convey orders. Everyone knew that the White Crow Principality was destroyed by the White Disaster, and they now needed to race against time.
Soon, the steam engine at the front of the train began to hum, the flywheel spun rapidly, and the whole train accelerated to its maximum speed amid the clanging sound.
The steam mist, mixed with the burning smoke, rose up from the chimney at the front of the train, forming a long line.
And behind them were the chasing white bones and the white mist they were dragging.
If you look from directly above, it looks like flying a kite. The train is pulling the white disaster across the entire northern border, like a rising kite, gradually covering the entire earth.
Hodge paced quickly in the carriage, and as the sentry kept reporting, his heart gradually sank to the bottom.
"A group of bones appeared on the east side!"
“There’s one in the front left, too!”
"Another large group appeared behind us!"
"What time is it? Damn it, there are all time directions!"
Finally, Hodge simply climbed onto the front of the train and looked around through the observation window of the machine gun fortress.
It was a truly spectacular sight—
In the wilderness, the train was like a swimming fish, weaving through a net of bones.
Behind the bones was a wall of fog that was as big as a tsunami and as high as a mountain.
"There are in the east and west directions, and the north is boundless, but there is nothing in the south. The white disaster and bones should have come from the north, either near the Canary Mountains, or the White Crow Principality further north."
Hodge's face was gloomy, and he looked at the soldier next to him: "How far are those bones from us?"
"The nearest one is close to the target we dropped earlier. At the speed of the car, it's 3,000 mph!"
"Have all the machine gun positions ready to fire, and open fire as soon as they are within range!"
These bones appeared too quickly. A few hours ago, there were only small groups of scattered bones chasing them, but now there are more and more of them. Hodge always felt that they seemed to have planned it in advance, but the inexplicable reminder made the expeditionary force set off early and disrupted their plan.
"Fortunately there is no White Scourge blocking the railway, otherwise it would be death if that thing entered," Hodge sighed.
"Report! A group of bones appeared ahead! Right in front of us, on the railroad tracks!!!" The sentry on the roof suddenly screamed, interrupting his sigh.
(End of this chapter)
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