【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第四章（下）(7)
No, Techno thought, trident in one hand, a bone-handled chain whip in the other. Not if I can help it.
He found himself in the thick of it, drawn not to the violence but to the sounds of Wilbur’s people—his people—calling for help. A god’s help.
Blood, the voices demanded. Blood for the blood god.
But Techno didn’t want blood, not today. He wanted justice.
“Get down,” he told the Royal Army soldiers that had gathered around him. Techno realized with a jolt that they had not come to him to ask for his protection, but to give him theirs. As if their fragile mortal bodies might make a difference when it came to him. Fools, he wanted to say, but all that came out was, “On the ground, all of you, now.”
They were quick to comply. They dove into the weeds just as Techno lashed out with his whip. The heavy chain carved an arc through the air before finding its mark, wrapping around the neck of an enemy soldier. Techno pulled sharply, knocking the soldier down. He shook the whip free and spun it around to hit an incoming enemy straight in the head. There was a sickening crunch as the force of the whip crushed bone. Before the body hit the ground, Techno spun the whip towards other targets—aiming for throats, temples, ankles, anything to pull or crush. He was standing in the eye of the storm, his whip cracking through the air like lightning.
He found himself in the thick of it, drawn not to the violence but to the sounds of Wilbur’s people—his people—calling for help. A god’s help.
Blood, the voices demanded. Blood for the blood god.
But Techno didn’t want blood, not today. He wanted justice.
“Get down,” he told the Royal Army soldiers that had gathered around him. Techno realized with a jolt that they had not come to him to ask for his protection, but to give him theirs. As if their fragile mortal bodies might make a difference when it came to him. Fools, he wanted to say, but all that came out was, “On the ground, all of you, now.”
They were quick to comply. They dove into the weeds just as Techno lashed out with his whip. The heavy chain carved an arc through the air before finding its mark, wrapping around the neck of an enemy soldier. Techno pulled sharply, knocking the soldier down. He shook the whip free and spun it around to hit an incoming enemy straight in the head. There was a sickening crunch as the force of the whip crushed bone. Before the body hit the ground, Techno spun the whip towards other targets—aiming for throats, temples, ankles, anything to pull or crush. He was standing in the eye of the storm, his whip cracking through the air like lightning.
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