Chapter 327 "Trigger"
Some things are inherently sacred, as the Supreme Will incarnates, dividing its body into wheat cakes and its blood into wine, forever driving away hunger and thirst from those who receive this gift. In this way, supernatural power enters the mortal flesh along with matter.
And they stand on such a body, whether the church wants to recognize its sanctity or not.
It was like walking into the ruins of a grand and glorious dinner. I sat down at the seats I had reserved early. The brand-new, almost untouched food and drinks filled the long table. The hanging nets were dusty, but the host and other guests had dispersed. Go for a long time.
It was here that the gods gave their bodies and powers to everyone.
"This..." The monks were all dumbfounded. The sudden shock caused their brains to freeze, making it difficult to accept this fact.
Those things of which just a little can make a cult, a kingdom, not even alms or malice, but a tiny peel here and there, a few crumbs falling on the plate.
The solidified black swims on the ground, like spilled soup on the tablecloth, flowing freely and then drying up.
The two are closely integrated, as if they were born as one.
It is difficult to distinguish it from some dangerous rifts, since they are both made of bottomless darkness, and light cannot return once it enters.
They also noticed some artificial traces, which seemed to be enlarged versions of the niches on the outer rock clusters. The ground was hollowed out entirely, and it was deeply penetrated into the pale whiteness wrapped in black textures, which was easily reminiscent of an unsealed tomb.
When walking around these things, someone curiously lowered his torch and shined it into the pit.
These regular-shaped pits are generally two to three people high. They are so deep that it is absolutely impossible to climb out after falling. The bottom is even slightly larger than the opening. The smooth side walls have no points of contact, as if to prevent something from climbing out, or like Looking forward to what is brewing and born.
The light can barely pass through the clear water that fills it, giving some views of the bottom.
The semi-petrified bone-like material is integrated into the rock, similar to some of the "molds used by God to create creatures" occasionally found in limestone mining, but far less than those rock formations where only the outline of a creature can be barely discerned. ancient.
It can be seen that some of the parts that can be found in the prototype are assembled in weird and reasonable ways. With what they had seen before, they would no longer think that it was a mixture of several different skeletons.
Traces of soft tissue still remain, and the texture is similar to some excessively severe pathological calcifications. The organic components are gradually replaced by inorganic substances, shrinking and hardening into a living sculpture with vital characteristics.
The pale stone has completely penetrated into these bones, into the expanded skull, into the new spine, into the chain-like long bones and the complex shriveled tissues attached to them, solidifying the human body transforming into a new form into a fossil specimen.
They almost came back to life, but the presence of traces of secondary melting around the black salt suggested the reason for their failure - deep force activity that induced the black salt to temporarily transform into a highly inhibitory liquid.
These things eagerly absorb more lunar skeleton components until most of themselves are replaced by stone, and they are unable to overcome the extremely strong restraint. They eventually lose all activity and become reliefs on the rocks.
Or is this the purpose? In this way, are they trying to gradually melt and separate the two entangled substances?
If this is the case, then the ritualistic nature of this behavior is far greater than the actual significance, and it cannot be described as a drop in the bucket.
But this does not prevent them from tirelessly bringing the dead here. Generation after generation, the scale of the tombs becomes larger as they go inward. The petrified bones piled up at the bottom combine into huge individuals that have never been seen before. Their arms and legs climb up the edge of the pit, undegenerated. The divided toes are like the feet of a centipede clawing into the ground.
It is surrounded by melted and then solidified black, and this phenomenon becomes more obvious around the larger individual.
What is disturbing is that the re-condensed black matter does not seem to be enough to fill the gaps in the flow.
One day, this huge piece of celestial debris will be washed away from foreign impurities and freed from its shackles, but that day will come very late.
It doesn't matter sooner or later, time is on its side. Those who try to get something from here will eventually dedicate their spirit and body after experiencing a life that is insignificant to it, becoming another stone in the building of the temple.
Kraft was somewhat aware of the reason why the sewers leading here were almost completely blocked, and attempts had been made to slow down the rate at which the underground lake received nutrients from the surface through the waterway system.
But it is never the flow of water that brings new sacrifices here, but the endless inquiring eyes, peering through the myths and stories that have been deliberately confused and erased, to peer into the secrets of this place. When one group fails, another group will always come.
"I don't understand what's the point." Even the most optimistic monk felt a hint of despair. The only thing that supported the remaining team to continue walking seemed to be the obsession to reach an unknown end point.
There is no benefit in knowing more, only another reminder of the inevitable triumph of this power.
"At least we may have a chance to postpone the bad ending." Kraft took advantage of the break and quietly pried off another fragment of petrified tissue.
His behavior did not arouse any more objections. Instead, it had a comforting effect, giving a hint that they still had a chance to go back with the secrets and small souvenirs here.
"Don't you think it's unreasonable? Why did this group of heretics come and cause an uproar in Dunling underground?"
"Including the guy just now, even though his methods are really unexpected, he shouldn't have such a big face to enliven the entire lake bed that has been lying quietly for hundreds of years - it doesn't make sense in terms of size."
"So there must be a key point, like..."
The professor thought for a moment, looking for a more understandable term, "It's like the trigger device of a ballista. The archer doesn't have the strength to shoot the giant arrow, which is heavier than a spear, over the city wall. He just knows how to use that large tool to use his savings." The power within is released.”
"So you think we're going to find a 'trigger'?" The idea is exciting, and while it's not yet clear whether it's true or how to use it, at least what they're doing now doesn't make sense.
"Perhaps, something big enough to affect the entire lake is right under our feet. I think there should be such a trigger to make it temporarily effective. Maybe it's an enlarged version of a 'spell' or something like that." Kraft explained. He said, he couldn't think of any other explanation.
"That trigger better actually exist and not be some damn disposable item or have an overly complicated mechanism."
"What if it's not what you think?"
"Then let's row home and pray that with our hard-working hands and Heavenly Father's blessing, we can row back to the starting point, and then run as far as we can before this city is completely destroyed."
No one asked any more questions, perhaps praying silently.
The prayers had results soon after, probably because Heavenly Father finally found an opening and reached into this forgotten corner.
They stopped in front of a very familiar structure. The ground sank in steps, and relief-like petrified structures decorated every geometric plane.
Although I have seen enough of such twisted things, I still feel an indescribable discomfort when I see the scene in front of me.
It seems that these "reliefs" are not completely dead. They twitch and shrink with a weak amplitude, squeezing out a dark black liquid that is not reflective.
"Oh, there's good news and bad news."
"I guess the good news is, you're right." Green looked away from the liquid, knowing the potential attraction that flowing darkness had on the mind.
"The bad news is, the trigger is down there."
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