Green moved his eyes away from the liquid in the bottle. These non-condensing blacks had a strange attraction to the eyeballs. It seemed that everyone could glimpse some hidden secret that was difficult to refuse through it.
"What a terrible thing."
"Indeed." Kraft agreed. There is almost nothing more dangerous than this. The amount of black liquid in the bottle may be less than five milliliters. It can be diluted to complete nearly a thousand general anesthesia surgeries, or without the knowledge of the situation. The residents around the water source are gradually sent into the deep layers.
It now flows from a soulless corpse, seemingly proving for itself the theory that black liquid represents stillness and end.
"I have an idea about what makes it completely liquefied, but I can't think of how to verify it."
"It's better not to verify it, I don't want to know." The priest reached for the bottle. Logically speaking, this kind of dangerous item should not be left outside unless necessary. The most suitable place for it should be a box that only a few people know about.
The fingers holding the bottle remained motionless, "Really? Generally speaking, only by knowing the principle can we take better prevention."
A rare sense of self-doubt shot out from Green's narrowed eyes, as he looked at his own reflection on the round glass, elongated into a line. The moist cold air penetrated into his collar, his back felt cold, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"It's terrible," he repeated, taking one last look at the black patch of darkness and retracting his hand.
"I'm glad to have such trust, I promise you will see it again." Kraft nodded, wrapped the bottle with a cloth, stuffed it into the package in person, and placed it next to the "snail", "Now let's Let’s see what else we can dig out of the scraps.”
There were also ready-made equipment on the table that was not damaged. Craft found pliers with extra long beaks and a scalpel with a blade close to a dagger, which was just right now.
Use the pliers to reach into the new creature that was transformed from a part of the deceased, clamp the pieces of the pale moon skeleton and pull it out.
The chaotic semi-liquid body immediately boiled, and new shoots emerged like bubbles on the surface of boiling water, growing rapidly. Through the translucent skin, you could see the segmented flexible cartilage supporting them.
The irregular-shaped substance differentiated at a terrifying speed and aggregated into a muscle fiber-like force-generating structure attached to the surface of the cartilage. It was like a flower made up of several pairs of palms folded together to grasp the stone flakes.
The biomass on the surface of the adherent fragments quickly turns white and toughens, and its texture is close to that of chordae tendineae, which prevents peeling off due to pulling.
In a matter of seconds, it completes the differentiation process from embryo to birth, forming a response to the current situation at the expense of a significant reduction in size.
The carefully polished blade cut off the connection, and the "fingers" grasped the empty space and swung blindly.
Kraft collected the specimen with a hint of chordal tissue, poured grease over the remainder, and lit it on fire.
Like water stains in the sun, it shrinks rapidly when it feels the temperature, and the peripheral tissue dries up, concentrating the remaining water and active parts around the remaining small stone flakes, but it is of no use,
Soon there were only fragments, scattered bones, and a pile of well-burned black ash. The scene had a sense of déjà vu.
Kraft picked out the parts that needed to be canned and preserved, and a small electric current-like excitement ran through his left arm holding the tongs.
The skin embedded with foreign objects smells something desirable, expressed in the nerve endings like the natural attraction of heated proteins and fats to the taste buds, a profound desire to include the same kind within itself.
Kraft didn't like the feeling, especially when he thought about where these things came from.
So he consciously turned his attention away temporarily and inspected the empty coffin placed in the center of the field.
The main body is made of a pure white marble sculpture. The square cover of the same material is removed and set aside. A man with a resolute face is carved on the outside, with his hands folded on his chest. The fine lock ring patterns carved on the cuffs indicate that the coat is There is also a layer of chainmail underneath.
The space inside the coffin can accommodate about one and a half people, but it is now empty. The uneven stone walls are clearly visible, undulating like white paint on a drawing board, mixed with other colors that look a bit dirty.
The dull colors of gray cloth, rust, and wood products are mixed into the stone, mixed with some bright and dazzling reflections of precious metals.
The materials were mixed and condensed like a stew, but the tomb owner who should be lying in the coffin was missing, and the sieve-like structure in the sewer was not seen.
Except for the completely deformed funerary objects, which can be said to be too clean, there is no trace of anyone lying here.
After flipping through it, Kraft found no textual burial objects, so he had to give up and try to find information from other places.
Unsurprisingly, the hobby of inscribing stories on walls has no distinction between ancient and modern times, regions and organizations. As a central area, there are of course narrative carvings here to show the past to newcomers.
Compared with the abstract maps in the corridor, the reliefs on these walls are much simpler and easier to understand. They are all more realistic scenes, and it is easy to sort out the order by comparing them before and after.
The more I understand what happened, the more fear and disbelief grow in my heart. Those things that appear in the narrative do not come from familiar public memory, but from another ancient time, a hidden dry tributary of history.
The first relief work expresses a certain religious scene. Under a sky half replaced by starless and moonless darkness, a crowd of unknown clothing styles is led by a tall worshiper, just like the ancestors worshiping the sun or the moon. , bowing to a celestial body.
It was like the moon, but completely different. It is a perfect white circle with a crack running through it in the middle. The lines arranged around it seem to depict that this thing has considerable illumination. Those figures whose body shapes are obviously different from others always stand between the dark zenith and the normal picture, seeming to symbolize the ability to communicate with different worlds or travel between them.
A religious society of unknown age. The reliefs show that they once had buildings that were as large as today's churches, or even larger, but there were no window-like structures.
The next few scenes are invariably related to their beliefs, and there are a few scenes about war conflicts, which are all taken lightly and in a secondary position. The enemy then appears in the rituals of the religious leaders - as supplies.
This stable and monotonous social structure seems to last forever like the celestial body they worship until the end of time.
Without warning, an unusually large meteor shower fell that had never appeared in existing records. Lines occupied the entire sky, and fiery objects fell from the sky. Where they fell, mountains cracked, rivers changed their courses, and the earth melted and turned into a sea of fire.
Everything has changed. The survivors looked up and saw a completely different world.
The celestial body became what Kraft knew, broken, cracked, and dark.
On the ground at the impact point, the falling molten material condensed and cracked, forming countless hexagonal jointed rock pillars. Something more devastating to the religious society than the natural disaster happened - part of the object they worshiped fell into the world, together with some kind of black substance that might be related to the disaster.
Social upheaval came faster than famine and disease after the disaster. The priests became weird when they came into contact with falling objects, and internal divisions immediately occurred.
The long and twisted limbs, the swollen head, and more are not very clear but very realistic images, such as people literally breaking the boundaries and becoming one, or a new spine emerging from the head with blurred features. , directing the cumbersome and repetitive body.
The disintegration of religion began when the recognized original symbol of the dichotomous circle was no longer unique. New groups used the broken circle or simply the hexagon that fell to the ground as their new symbol. Some snake-like patterns of unknown origin also began to appear.
It was no longer clear what they were worshiping, and the disaster turned into a carnival feast. The search for the god's body led them to devote their manpower to the construction of large-scale underground buildings to get close to the large falling object that sank deep underground.
The outcome of this civilization is unknown, but it can be seen that a priest who was sensible and perhaps quite sober chose to escape with his tribe.
As the clothes of the characters in the relief gradually moved closer to the style recorded in the kingdom's history, the traces of the madness of the past were almost completely washed away.
They have become a normal family that has blended into the normal crowd. Like most bloodlines that have disappeared in the dust of history, the members have no idea where they came from. Even a small part of them still retain one or two vague stories that are older than myths and legends. information, they may not care.
Until a group of people wearing rings with wings set foot on this land suspended overseas.
The specific process is not shown in the reliefs, but it is most likely because of the traditional art of recording and collecting knowledge. Soon smart people discovered something from scattered ruins and suspicious ancient books.
By then, missionaries were struggling in this divided land.
Unsurprisingly, the emerging church found the remnants of the ancient faith and sought cooperation, hoping to bring back a power they did not understand from the buried past and draw chestnuts from the fire.
In the relief, monks who have not yet worn the archbishop's crown stand side by side with men in chain mail, standing in front of a huge hexagonal well.
There is no need to read more about the following parts. There are almost no people who are not familiar with this section.
Only the faint crackling of torches remained in the space, and the river of history surged before our eyes. The already undulating water surface broke, revealing a turbulent and dark corner below.
"Keep walking, there's nothing to see here." Green hid his hands under his burqa, shrugged his shoulders several times and tried to make some movement, but finally gave up.
The team left from the exit of the tomb on the other side and climbed up the long, spiraling stairs, with fewer drops of water dripping above their heads.
After rising nearly several floors, a stone slab blocked the way above.
"Dead end?" Kraft struck with a weighted ball, and a hollow echo came from the other side. He tried to lift the stone slab, "It's not possible, come and help."
The priests and monks stepped forward and worked hard together, but the space was limited. Only three or four people could exert their strength, and there was no obvious sense of push.
Until Yvonne used her size advantage to squeeze over and join them.
With the sound of the earth breaking and rubbing, the choking dust fell from the top of the head, the stone slab slowly lifted up, and turned sideways with incredible force.
The group of people got out of the tunnel and found that what was just above their heads was not a stone slab, but an entire sarcophagus.
Suddenly their eyes opened up, and they seemed to have arrived at a small church-like place. The red light entered the room through the mosaic glass windows and shone on the faces of the monks who were on the verge of tears. You can see the statue of a knight standing on a prancing horse outside. It holds the reins in its left hand and its raised right hand is empty.
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