[I]Logical (In Rework Time)

Rules of this loophole.3

From our initial position the distance to the village was about 4 KM. We continued running from the house we found, if estimated from the initial distance we are currently ±1 KM away.

I ran with Olivia, but I lost in stamina and energy. I was left quite far away from him, even so I continued to follow. After running for about half a kilometer I was unable to, but Olivia kept running. I knew that he was very worried about the other soldiers, I decided to stop running.

I walk at a fast pace. From a distance of several hundred meters I could see Olivia disappearing among the houses with ancient designs.

I finally reached the village, I did not go straight to the place where I saw Oliva disappear. I decided to enter through the village gate, I know it's a strange decision, but I'm curious about this village.

This village, werewolves, devil worship. Somehow it feels like there is a relationship, after all the gunshots have stopped, even though they are still fighting I will not be useful. So there's no reason to rush there.

I got to the front of the village, there was a signboard. Rhineland, "If I'm not mistaken, it's not a German territory, but if it's a village?"

I tried to think about it, according to Olivia's explanation of this world, or rather the gap of this world was formed based on imagination. If so, the imagination makes it a kind of absolute law, perhaps almost the same as the law that gravity pulls objects toward the core of the earth, or other absolute laws.

"Geez what kind of person makes this kind of imagination, is it because he lacks references?".

I walked while looking around, my head still thinking about the things I said just now. It felt like they were red threads connected together.

I looked at the houses, the designs were medieval, but these houses were not maintained.

I looked around. There was a butterfly flying near me, I moved the knife I held into my right hand which was still in the bandage. I raised my left hand, and the butterfly stopped.

I focused my gaze on the butterfly, the lines appearing again. I made sure, those lines are real. I looked at the knife in my hand, I focused on looking at the knife. No lines came out.

I concluded that the strange line only appeared on living things. What is the function, what is the function of the line?.

My curiosity was already unbearable, I immediately raised the knife in my left hand. I immediately slashed the butterfly, I split it vertically. The butterfly was split in two, there was no such special thing as when I slashed the roots of the living tree before.

This poor animal, died because of me without any real result. I kept silent, I thought about what those lines really were.

When I was thinking I looked to the left, in the direction we came, from there was dust flying. I looked at it more carefully, it was a large vehicle. Not just one, at least than I can see there are more than three pieces. I can't be sure, all I can be sure of is that they're moving at high speed.

"Growaaaaa...!"

Suddenly there was a very loud roar, along with the roar there was a gunshot.

I moved towards it, I tried to get closer slowly. I try not to show my whereabouts.

I went into a house to get closer and saw the gunshot, I entered the nearest house on my right. I went in and got closer to the window, fortunately it had a hole in it.

I close my eyes to the hole, the first thing I see is a big wolf standing on two legs. I was quite surprised by that.

A little back there is a pile of bricks that are the ruins of the building across. Near there are also former charred.

Back-to-back shots kept raining down on the monster, but their shots seemed to have no effect. The werewolf, walked slowly.

Huh uh?. What a monster it was, instead of him wanting to finish everyone off. Is he trying to intimidate?.

Did the monster possess human-level intelligence?. What because the true form of this creature is human, so therefore he has intelligence as human.

An explosion rang out, the tremors from the explosion left the house shaken.

Crick.

Dabomm...

Right next to me, the roof of this house collapsed. It almost hit me. Putting that aside I once again observed a creature that could not be injured by the shot.

The creature seemed to be held back by the explosion, I focused my gaze on the werewolf.

Nothing?. Lines that did not appear before.

I set my gaze upon the creature, there was no such line. I tried to look for it more carefully, I focused on looking at the creature.

Her neck.

A neat and small line can only be made by incisions of sharp objects.

Could it be that the small line around his neck was his weakness, if that was the case the shot was not ineffective, but could not hit his weakness exactly with the line I saw.

Ever since I tried to understand the weakness of this creature, he hasn't moved one bit.

This creature is really trying to intimidate.

I looked at the ground, there was a shiny object.

It was a bullet projectile, the bullet hit the wolf, but it couldn't penetrate it. Is it because it's medieval, because at that time there was no weapon like this, so it caused the bullet to be useless because it didn't exist at that time. But why the rocket can make this werewolf hampered even if only briefly.

I'm still watching the creature from behind the hollow window. The gunfire stopped, it seemed like the soldiers were refilling the bullets.

I decided to leave this place, I stepped back. I fell down because I was tripped by the wood behind me, I forgot that before the roof of this house fell due to an explosion.

Dubrakk...!

The wall in front of me collapsed.

It caused the dust to fly, I closed my eyes to the dust. A moment later the dust started to disappear, I slowly opened my eyes. After the dust disappeared the werewolf body was seen, it was seen very clearly. The werewolf stood facing me, I saw his face.

So he heard my voice fall down and break through the walls of this house

"Hi.., you smile like you're happy," I said nervously.

The werewolf's mouth grew clearer like someone smiling.

"Honestly, that expression makes you scarier."

"Grooowwaaarrr...!" A loud sound from the roar of the creature.

I covered my ears

I think I made him angry.

I immediately stood up, then ran as fast as he could.

Did I offend him

Anyway what I did. Why am I trying to talk to that thing, I'm not in a comedy story.

I focused on running, trying to run towards the soldiers who were shooting at the werewolves.

I just have to run straight ahead and turn at the intersection at the end of the road.

I ran as fast as I could, I almost got to the intersection.

I ran as fast as I could, but something hit me from behind. I fell right at the intersection. The wolf came closer and closer trying to prey me, but before the wolf managed to hit it, it bounced into the half-broken house.

In the middle of this intersection there is a pole, on it there is a kind of wheel. That strange wheel I think I've seen, Breaking Whell, it was a medieval execution device.

I was below him, next to me was a sword lying on the ground.

Black magic, werewolf, execution, now I remember. In recorded history someone was executed in the same way, and for the same reason, Peter Stump.

He was executed for being a werewolf, and practiced black magic. The victims were women and children.

The story is well known and remembered, even today. His references can be found in William Peter Blatty's book The Excorcist.

It's easy, "I'm in a very bad situation."