Chapter 325 Professor
Kraft quickly jumped out of his hiding place and rushed to the place where the heavy body fell to the ground.
There is no way of knowing what effect the "spell" just produced, but it is certain that at least for a short time there will be no need to worry about counterattacks.
He broke into the realm of that spiritual body and felt that it fell into a complete chaos, flailing blindly like a drowning, like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, only maintained in a loose shape by the collective unconscious.
Although it is still huge and terrifying, an invisible giant beast in nothingness, the sinister will that controls it has disappeared and collapsed due to the chaos of the material body.
Even so, his death cannot be judged prematurely.
This is the most dangerous opponent Kraft knows. Before he sees his true form and inflicts absolutely fatal macro-level damage, he will never let go.
Apparently more than one person was thinking this. The sound of clanging metal followed closely behind, heading in the same direction without reservation, and the heavy breathing of the survivors could be heard through the wall.
Finally, they saw each other again at the other end of a passage, and also saw the "thing".
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Consciousness is rising or sinking. In fact, you can no longer tell the difference between the two.
The previous concept of orientation became flat and cramped a long time ago, and like the memory of the flat past, it gradually faded away. Of course, these concepts are still in my mind, but among the mountains of new paper, a flimsy old manuscript is rarely noticed.
New senses bring new directions, like a crawling slug discovering a climbing pea vine in the mud.
Although consciousness cannot fully understand that dimension, the body and mind can already move in that non-existent direction without the need for limb flexion and extension.
You might call them "rising" and "sinking". You know that actually has nothing to do with going down. It's just that the low-level communication methods created by the low-level senses naturally lack a suitable way of reference, and you have to use this way of communication. Explain to them.
Needless to say, the difficulty involved is equivalent to making the blind recognize colors and the deaf understand music. The information is distorted beyond recognition during the transmission, and is shapeless than the rotten remains dissected by the worst novice.
Fortunately, you no longer have to worry about this problem and can devote more energy to more important things.
academic research.
From a certain point in time in my memory, outpourings of inspiration can't stop pouring out. The wall that stands tall and unshakable, infinitely high and infinitely wide, blocking more than ten generations of people, collapses with just a slight push.
My eyes suddenly opened up, and the moonlight broke through the fog called ignorance, illuminating a scene I had never seen before.
You look down at the puzzle that has puzzled you for half your life, like looking down at a flat blueprint. Those in the church like to attribute sanctity to it, calling it the most outstanding work of the Father, the perfect being.
And you know, that sloppy design led to all kinds of weird and small failures during operation, and irreversible cascading errors often occurred, which ended the operation time that was supposed to last for decades early.
The simple cage imprisoned the soul in a narrow cell and endured terrible torture.
This kind of torture will continue endlessly, repeating itself on one individual after another as the miserable race reproduces, until one after another, thousands of years later, someone will completely solve the bottomless mystery called life, or there will never be a chance.
The more I understand, the more I understand that this cannot be solved through academic research like children's pretend games in the past. A child can take apart a bug a hundred thousand times but not understand how the thing actually works.
Personal life histories are nothing compared to mysteries, not to mention religious figures who always get in the way of great things.
Yes, those people were smarter than you thought, and they took the time to discover your fake death. This is not surprising. You had no intention of fooling around with those temporarily found corpses for long. Thanks to the church's ban, it's hard to find a source, let alone find one with the right body shape and gender.
But their subsequent sharpness is a bit surprising. But it was just a little bit. In retrospect, maybe Kalman did something. Your long-separated disciple has finally worn out his determination in a remote place and lost the idea of taking risks for great benefits.
When he pulled out the short blade polished from black stone and tried to stop you, to be honest, you were quite surprised. But it's obvious that he doesn't understand why you can see what's behind.
Since he would do that, it is normal to have other thoughts earlier. Fortunately, there will be no second thoughts between you now.
You have to throw away some unimportant people and let them create some trouble for the trackers. Anyway, those guys who forget about it after just scratching the surface are not as good as Kalman. At least the latter understands your real cause. What is it.
cause.
You chew on the word, savoring the deeper complexity of it. It ran through the life of that ordinary person, from learning babbling to taking over the responsibilities of the academy, and then stopping at that high wall like every predecessor, unable to make any progress.
And now, you have taken the first step in the right direction, the first step to completely eradicate the concept of disease.
Of course, the power of one person is far from enough, even if you add Kalman, all your followers, and the forerunners on this road, it is not enough. It takes more, it takes countless individuals, united as one, to break through that boundary and return to the source of this power, to return to it, what has always been dreamed of...
【Moonlight】
You don’t know why you suddenly think so much. It’s as if your consciousness has been thrown into a long gallery, browsing a painting exhibition with your own theme. The later the works become more bizarre, painted with fascinating psychedelic colors. Become.
Disciples, colleagues, apprentices, followers, and a few unfamiliar faces followed him, their heads lowered and silent.
It seems like they shouldn't be here. You instinctively feel that this should be your own space, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Every time you take a step forward, they take a step forward exactly the same. The coordination is incredible, as if they are puppets pulled by the same thread.
You continue to move forward, and you are surprised to find that you can experience the feedback of everyone's different shoes on the thick carpet. Your vision is sometimes on yourself, sometimes on the crowd, staring at the threads and tea stains under your feet.
The endless corridor suddenly ended in front, and a blank picture frame hung in the middle of the wall at the end.
The consciousness tries to reach out and touch it, but fails; you try to recall how you got here, but the memory is like a key that fell into the cracks of the wooden floor and is missing.
Rapid footsteps approached. Someone was running, more than one, and the sound sounded like hard boot soles in close contact with gravel, rather than the quiet, sound-absorbing thick carpet here.
You wanted to turn your head in confusion, but your body did not respond to the command of your mind, and your vision was fixed in the frame in front of you.
Just when his attention was distracted, the blank space was actually filled with color, outlining an image that might be described as perfect to the point of being deformed.
It has pale skin, eight well-proportioned lower limbs with four joints, and is controlled by delicate and complex muscles. The soles of its feet, which are composed of three sets of horny toes, enable it to move stably and quickly on any surface.
Two sets of arteriovenous circulation networks form the supply of this motor system, ensuring that in the event of obstruction or injury, it can maintain demand through collateral circulation and another set. Important large branches are protected under thick muscle bundles.
It also has a human upper body, and its four upper limbs that are not restricted by shoulder joints can be freely rotated to its back. In other words, it has no real back at all.
Dozens of slender and flexible fingers make full use of the space extended by the metacarpal bones, and each can identify at least two structures that should be "thumbs", allowing them to grasp anything in both forward and reverse ways without any hindrance.
The cluster-like protruding stone on the head serves as his pale crown, and the gem-like eyes surrounding it may come from the eyeless faces on the chest and abdomen. They merge with each other, pushing up the frozen expression of ecstasy. A kind of pinnacle of surrealism.
Two crude weapons marred the painting. One handle passed through the eyeball and penetrated into the upper cranial fossa, which is occupied by a large number of visual pathways. Counterintuitively, there are not many fatal structures there.
The truly fatal handle sliced open the front of the chest and inserted through the only remaining movable gap between the rib plates. After piercing the two temporarily stopped hearts, it passed through the intervertebral disc laterally with the weight of the pressing force, and hit the ball diagonally in order to control. This complex body has an overly enlarged spinal cord.
His thinking became increasingly sluggish as he analyzed the faces. They looked very familiar, and several names were on his lips.
There is no more time, the exhibition has ended, and the opaque black curtain has been lowered, blocking all light.
You have witnessed the end of an extraordinary work. Although it is not perfect, the subject of the painting is not bad for Him. No life can escape this ending.
【Death】
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"It's dead?"
"Probably." Kraft stepped back and observed for a while, feeling that the spiritual body of this thing was rapidly declining, and it completely disappeared from perception in just a few breaths.
He returned to the corpse, struggled to pull out the long sword that was bitten by the plate-like alienated ribs, and stabbed it again at a different angle, ensuring that the structure that was suspected of being a new central system hidden in the chest was completely severed.
Rationally speaking, he didn't think there was any chance of this thing counterattacking.
Excessive activation of the myocardial sodium-potassium pump should lead to intracellular high potassium and low sodium, causing a series of problems such as loss of excitability, ectopic pacing, conduction block, atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, etc., which will make the ECG laboratory and cardiology department scratch their heads. tricky situation.
And if it is a calcium disorder, the situation is even worse. It is difficult to imagine what muscles can function with abnormal calcium concentrations. The result was also a shutdown.
A dual-circulation system defeats the purpose, not to mention the problems that may arise in other organizations.
But perceptually, no matter how precise the theoretical analysis is, it is not as reassuring as inserting two more swords.
He couldn't wait to cut off his spiritual senses and let the crowded and oppressive world engulf his consciousness.