Those chaotic substances seem to be churning in the mind, and the sound chases footsteps and thoughts like a curse.
Physical strength is quickly depleted during irregular exercise, and soreness and side effects of some strenuous exercise begin to emerge. Many people have tasted a slight fishy sweetness in their breath, as well as some things they shouldn't have.
The slight acidity has a spicy and weird taste, like a wound being burned while it is healing. It burns the surface of the tongue and tries to cut off the tongue tie, allowing this organ to twist without restriction and express the feeling of tasting.
The kind that reminds the eyes of staring into the scorching sun at noon, the skin of barbs on woodwork, and the throat of boiling water accidentally swallowed.
A kind of pain overflows from what pursues them, penetrating through unshieldable pathways into every autonomous thought.
This kind of penetration cannot be traced back to its beginning. Perhaps it has not stopped since the arrival of the chaotic thing. It becomes obvious as the distance approaches and time goes by, and it resonates with the pain in one's own body and spirit.
A ship sailing in a storm cannot notice when it begins to take on water, nor can human beings' wandering consciousness notice when they begin to understand what is chasing them.
No one bothers anymore about where Kraft got his guidance. The reappearance of the way out makes people ecstatic, and they run in the direction guided by the pattern, without even thinking about what is at the end of the road.
In Kraft's perception, it was the suffocating pain of falling and scattering from a very high altitude, with every fragment of consciousness being sealed in a box that could not extend its arms and legs, and being further ground and crushed by endless time.
Under the spiritual sense, the resonance is more obvious. Every advance of the wave is accompanied by the surge of "highlighted" geometric fragments. They are like the joints or neurons of these amorphous substances, connected into a centerless Chaos pain consciousness.
This consciousness is huge and has no boundaries, but it is not clear enough. In addition to the pain, I can only feel the undisguised desire to expand, as if that is the only way out of the pain.
He was forced to detach himself from his spiritual senses in advance and prevent himself from resonating with them.
The pain of being restrained and compressed was more prominent than ever, reaching the level of interfering with the functioning of the body for the first time in a long time.
He almost tripped over the steps, but the priest who was paying attention to Kraft's changes put his shoulders on his shoulders and dragged him for a while until he regained his running rhythm.
"Go on, hurry up, I can't see how big this thing is, it's everywhere."
Can't see it? Kraft's actions and statements were full of problems, but Green didn't have the extra energy to pursue them. Compared to what he was chasing after, there were too few things that could be considered strange.
Even if the devil is walking in the team now, we can still cooperate for a while.
With a wealth of experience and the time Green bought, Kraft barely recovered.
Vision is grabbing as much information as possible for him so that his consciousness can adapt to the cramped feeling of falling from a higher perspective. Changes in details that others have no time to pay attention to are particularly prominent in his eyes hungry for information.
Unlike the lower tomb chamber, which is in a mess, the integrity of the stone chambers passing by is gradually improving. It seems that along the long axis of history, the evil legend is approaching its own point in time from ancient ruins.
More coffins appeared, most of which were small in shape and tended to be of ordinary human shape. The level of surface carvings was improved, and the decoration was close to the image they were accustomed to, moving closer to a style that conforms to aesthetic cognition.
The decorative borders of ivy, laurel and other patterns that represent blessings to the deceased divide the coffin body into different sections, which are filled with reliefs or paintings of the content. The latter only have eroded color blocks due to humidity, while the former depicts other than life. , mostly related to wars, competitions, etc.
Except for the helmet, the figure is not wearing any armor, and is only covered with a layer of what looks like a thick fiber cloth. It is a full set of chain mail, which was gradually replaced by plate armor as early as the early days of the kingdom.
When he glanced at the stone chamber next door, Kraft saw a lead coffin decorated with two pairs of angels at the head and tail. The gold foil was oxidized and mottled, as if some abominable transformation was taking place.
From this point, familiar religious elements are added. Child-like angels, saints praying, and most directly, rings with wings.
They are all common tomb symbols, but when they appear here, they are somewhat incredible.
Rich ecclesiastical elements appear in high density and are blatantly reflected on the coffins that have been pried open or opened from the inside out. Even the monks noticed these obvious features, and you can even find relief figures wearing religious robes and high-pointed crowns, in ritual scenes, conferring something on the half-kneeling protagonist.
Due to the carving techniques and angles, it is difficult to identify what they were taught and received, but the identities of the characters cannot be mistaken, nor can they be explained by personal behavior.
The mouth shape of some monks had already formed a certain word, which was blocked in the throat and turned into a fit of coughing.
Expressions of disbelief appeared on their faces, including Green, who could not help but look back at the sacred sites again.
But no matter how many times they looked back, these things carved in lead and stone would never turn into illusions and dissipate.
After rushing out of the last stone room, a long and endless corridor appeared in front. Judging from Kraft's sense of space, the direction it pointed was the center of the maze.
The chase finally came to an end, but he hadn't found anything that could stop what was behind him.
If the builders knew enough about what would form here, there should have been corresponding control mechanisms, otherwise they would not have been able to repeatedly enter and move a large number of coffins spanning a long period of time into the tomb chamber.
The team was still running hard in the only right direction. The torch light illuminated the zigzag and radiating line drawings on the walls on both sides, like some kind of intertwined and growing roots, which were dug out from the deep dark ground and hung up. The patterns of the terrain patterns overlap.
The living torrent also broke into this corridor, and the straight space allowed it to move without any hindrance. The moment it heard the symphony of weapons and armor, the murmurs were greatly reduced.
The unexplainable pain bombards the eardrums, taste buds, and skin, and all exposed receptors resonate with it, evoking the most unacceptable negative effects in memory.
The resonance of pain is transformed into an instinctive will - to call the tortured soul to join its infinite expansion and growth until it obtains the ability to complete some kind of return and completely end all suffering.
When the pain reaches its peak, the will to return will force out its inherent talents and naturally shape them into concentrated and sharp expressions.
It was an invisible and substanceless crack that cut through the barrier between this world and the other world, as well as any matter that passed through it.
The changing footsteps around him made Kraft feel very bad. The monk at the end of the team changed from running to walking. He seemed to be inspired and stopped to look at the unfolding chaos as if he had lost his way.
However, the amorphous thing that filled the space slowed down incomprehensibly, and the raging waves turned into a viscous and sluggish quagmire, which quickly solidified into a rubbery shape and stayed more than ten feet away.
The monk turned around stiffly, split the torch in his hand into two, and the head fell down and went out.
【water? 】
Craft couldn't remember when they stepped into the water that could instantly extinguish the torch again. Although the floor of the tomb was wet, it had good drainage and there was basically no large water accumulation.
He lowered his head, and the liquid formed by the melted ground flooded the soles of his shoes. The rippling black liquid surface barely reflected any light.
"Don't look at your feet!"
I thought that December would be a relaxing transitional month, but I didn’t expect that I would be extremely busy again. Overtime work is basically the norm. Mycoplasma has not completely passed, but syncytial virus, adenovirus, influenza and the like have increased again.
I can't say that my recent condition is barely adequate, it can only be said that I am suitable to seek psychological consultation. I hope it will get better in the next half month. (﹃)
Therefore, the update has been on the verge of collapse for a long time. I am very sorry but also a little helpless. After all, it is still difficult to conceive when I am busy. It takes more effort to organize the story in fragmented time.
In particular, I would like to thank every reader for their support and feedback. This kind of spiritual motivation means far more to the author than anything else; today is manuscript payment day, so remember to join the group to grab the author’s red envelope. (ω) I also hope to get some opinions and suggestions on the content of recent chapters.
Finally, I wish you all good health during another flu season. Remember to wear a mask and seek medical advice if you feel unwell.