Chapter 318 Lonely Boat in Dark Lake
In the end, the monks still didn't wait for the priest's signal to take action.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Although they did not lack the courage to report their work to Heavenly Father in person, the ending of the report would not be pretty if it were caused by unnecessary internal fighting.
What's more, in this ghostly place with neither the sky nor the ground, it's hard to tell where you will be sent after death.
Everyone here has walked through the sewer system and royal tombs. The various signs seen along the way are close to being explicit. They are more or less guessing. Speaking out is just bringing the matter to the surface.
And this shows that that kind of unstoppable power has been utilized in the past and has been maintained relatively stably for a period of time.
Most importantly, Kraft's form proves this point from the side. It is easy to tell after a few simple conversations. Compared with those crazy and inexplicable heretics, he does not seem to show obvious changes in personality or values, nor does he have any tendency to attack.
Not yet.
After realizing this, what they were worried about was that Green insisted on sticking to his dogma and taking all actions that used unnatural power seriously.
Fortunately, the priest is more rational and flexible than imagined. He didn't do that. He took the lead and put down the crossbow whose string was about to foam. He stepped forward and extended his hand to pull the other person up from the water and lift him to a high place at the stern of the boat to sit down.
"How did you do it?"
"Similar to inspiration?" Kraft pulled the soaked sleeve back to his wrist, "It's like for a moment, you and your swordsmanship teacher are connected, and you understand how he does a certain action."
"I haven't seen him in some years, but I'm sure that's not how he learned it back then."
"This is an analogy, just to help understanding. You can't make a person born blind understand light, and I can't exactly make people understand an experience that breaks away from conventional cognition."
Greene tried to find the specific experience he was describing, but found nothing but lingering pain.
He pressed his knuckles against the sides of his head and felt water pouring in through the ear holes, shaking and swelling. "It sounds like your thinking is quite clear, which is good. Please keep it up."
The monks continued their unfinished work. The attack they just encountered made them deliberately control their movements, but they were not too tense and relaxed a little.
The peaceful resolution of the suspicion meant that there was a new force in the team. It must be admitted that this brought a good sense of security. Before the professor suddenly had any mental problems, he should not have to worry about how to deal with the scattered special aquatic products in the lake.
They did the best work their physical strength allowed. They emptied the belly of the ship, emptied and reused the water-intake barrels, and took inventory of the current supplies. Then they came to a gratifying conclusion: although most of them were wet, there was a lot left. .
Relying on flint, fuel, and a small amount of cloth, bedding and hay that had been preserved because it was packed very tightly, an open fire was lit in a small metal shield that served as a makeshift basin.
Light and heat are back here, though not much.
The brain that gradually recovered and thawed began to think about the current situation.
They can put aside the native or invasive aquatic species here and face a more practical question: Where to go?
A ship that has lost its effective reference cannot find its direction of return at all, which is more troublesome than a ship that is thrown off course by a storm. The ship could still rely on the stars to determine its direction, but there was only darkness above them.
There seemed to be only two choices left in front of him, either to find a random direction and leave his fate to the invisible hands of Heavenly Father; or to find an island in the middle of the lake to dock and wait for rescue.
If forced to choose, most people would prefer the former.
For reason, it is unrealistic to expect rescue to find them in the lake; for love, no one likes Father "Theodore" of the other team, even Green, who claims to be working together, has a grudge.
Kraft made up his mind to stay away from that "Theodore". The person who Green couldn't tolerate most probably had some serious moral or behavioral flaws, or more likely both. So this is no longer a multiple choice question.
He randomly decided the direction by throwing arrows and started paddling aimlessly.
The boat was thrown too far, and the time spent dazed in the huge waves was worth dozens of minutes of paddling.
The specific location cannot be determined, but based on the impression before losing consciousness, it is guessed that it may have entered deeper into the water now.
Changing the viewing angle only confirms once again that there are no previous reference objects around.
Since they could only rely on the outline of the giant pillar in the distance as a reference, they took a long time to find that the direction was always different from expected. The lake is not as calm as it appears, and there are undercurrents surging under the water that have not yet subsided, constantly taking the ship off course and making any attempt to correct it have to take double the effort.
This discovery allowed the team to temporarily give up their useless attempts, choose to conserve energy, and give control to the lake itself.
After it was determined that the current efforts were meaningless, the mentality became calmer. The team members sat around the flame held by the buckler, baking and sharing food.
These solid wheat flour baked products are suspected to be the most waterproof material here. After drying the surface and breaking them apart, the inside is still dry. When eaten with marinated and air-dried meat protected by an oil film, it can be called the pinnacle of today's food safety.
The taste is not ideal, but full marks can be given for satiety and energy replenishment.
It is not recommended to worry about the nitrite problem, it is at least much better than mold spots inside the food.
The food is quite sufficient, and the time that can be sustained under the condition of saving can be counted in the sky. A palm-sized pancake is stuffed into the stomach. Not to mention whether the calories are enough, at least the digestive tract will not want to accept any more foreign objects within a few hours. . There is a reason why some things are unpalatable.
The water took over control, and perhaps it was not the Father who decided where they would go, but the will of the lake.
Although it is impossible to judge accurately, the speed of movement is not inferior to that of active rowing. The boat does not spin in place, but is carried along and drifts, as if there is a hidden preset path in the water.
It was impossible to estimate the time underground. Just when they were finishing eating and resting, Kraft's physical speed seemed to be slightly faster.
The direction is unclear, and the direction of progress is a changing arc. Frequent slight shaking means that the movement is not smooth. The underwater experience in the body presents a chaotic and complex picture. The rapid, fast and heavy and slow intersect and collide with each other, forming countless vortices. The flow is turbulent, but there is a direction.
They passed by another huge pillar supporting the underground world. At the foot of this magnificent spectacle were scattered the kind of buildings they had seen before. They were even larger and denser, like a wheat field harvested by a scythe, ending abruptly in mid-air. , the breakpoints are connected into a smooth section.
The cut surface extends towards the giant pillar, leaving scars that go around half the circumference of the pillar to fully see the head and tail. The stress of the rock layer is released here, cracking and extruding to form a fang-like shape. The disturbing dislocation makes the entire structure visually It is no longer strong and reliable, and has a fragile feeling that it will collapse with the dome above at any time.
Compared with the traces of the lake bed activity I experienced not long ago, it was indeed like breathing in my sleep at best. When fully awakened, the pain released is enough to cause irreversible damage to geological structures that appear to be stable but are actually in danger.
In the face of this kind of power, it is really impossible to imagine what role a few humans can play. Even if some of them steal some of Wei Li's skin, it is meaningless.
They just drifted with the water, watching the giant pillar disappear into the mist behind them again, turning into an outline lacking details. The fear emanating from that frightening scar still made the body tremble slightly after it disappeared from sight.
This is definitely not on the way back, but on being swept along the vortex towards the center.
The emerging clusters of prismatic rocks proved this, and the undercurrent dropped the ship here and merged into the dangerous shoal with unknown water conditions ahead.
There is a faint flicker on the water surface, but it does not flow with it, and is stuck between the undulating waves. Intuition drove Kraft to look up, and the stars inlaid on the high dome reflected into the deep lake and into his eyes.