Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

It was an extremely terrifying and psychedelic scene. The scaffolding supporting life suddenly turned into thorns blooming from the inside out.

The shape was fixed in place, bloated and stiff, like a painted wood sculpture. The surface was lifted up by the dense growth of things inside, showing a lattice that continued to expand and deepen, with bulging bruises and purple masses in between.

At a certain moment when the tension reaches its limit, the skin is completely penetrated, and the liquid accumulated below is sprayed out like mist, forming a thick and swirling silk curtain.

The staggered spikes were projected between the curtains by the flames that were still not extinguished, and seemed to be still extending, making a sharp and harsh sound like grinding teeth.

The shadow of the bone spurs catches the eye, and through the natural ability of human empathy, it transmits the fear felt by the person who sees it, penetrating the courage that is on the verge of breaking even before it is formed.

Anyone who can look directly at the sword's edge will drift away unconsciously, escaping subconsciously.

The malicious source of death did not even show up, just like a collector displaying his most proud collection, opening the curtain at the right time and placing it generously in front of the guests, enjoying the awe of these mortal souls.

【Performative】

Only one pair of eyes never moved away from the beginning to the end, or in other words, never fell on the stage of the unveiling ceremony.

He heard the footsteps before the actors came on stage, and saw the mechanism after the extremely expressive visual display.

Something illusory and formless, something existing in dimensions undetectable by conventional senses, touched the poor man at some point.

It is not static, it is a flute, a rhythmic airflow, carrying some discernible regular fluctuations, as clean and clear as a bone stripped of tissue under rays.

【Spiritual body】

To be precise, it is a part of the spiritual body that transmits waves with specific directions to the target.

Although such fluctuations had never been induced alone before, the implications were clear—extreme osteogenesis.

The ability of deep organisms to quickly build new bones, if isolated and triggered in the wrong place and in the wrong way, becomes a fatal means.

For purposes of this, this is correct.

The previous conjecture was verified, and Kraft immediately made a judgment:

"Spread out and go separately!"

They must not stay together. For this thing, there is no difference between one person and ten people. It is impossible to change the situation by stacking ordinary force.

The team no longer cared where the order came from, and fell apart as soon as they heard the warning.

Green did not stop Kraft from overstepping his authority. After looking at each other for a short time, he seemed to be still immersed in the horror just now. He started two breaths late, then hurriedly chose the most unwise direction, turned around and ran straight away.

Seemingly to lose weight, he even threw off his wet burqa, but the reflective lining of the chainmail made his entire back shine, making it even more conspicuous.

Craft abandoned the torch and rushed into the nearby fork in the road, trying his best to reduce his presence, and his figure immediately disappeared into the darkness.

He was no longer aware of the spiritual body that released the "spell". The brain is running at high speed while running, fighting for air with the body to think about how to respond.

Could it be that what needs to be dealt with is an intangible and insubstantial thing?

No, he dismissed the idea immediately. In past experience, there has never been a spiritual body that can exist apart from the physical body. Even those consciousnesses that control fungi can only jump between hyphae.

The empty skeleton I saw before also shows that the other party is an entity, and it is an entity that needs to use human tissue like other deep creatures.

It's nearby, just not on the ground.

The dark dome background above the head is cut into strips, and the narrow field of view limits the viewing angle. Something is moving in a blind spot above the rock wall.

It is not small in size, and you can hear scattered high-frequency steps falling on the rock surface, and the sound of bumping against the concave and convex places is like an eight-legged horse galloping, and it is agile and agile like a spider shuttling in a web.

【solve quickly? 】

That thing's attention is mostly focused on the nearby Green, and it has the opportunity to solve the problem at once.

As soon as the thought reaches this point, there is almost no need to deliberately activate it. The dim environment becomes clear in my mind, and the heavy rock walls are transparent and unobstructed.

Separated by two layers of rock walls, Green was slowing down, as if he was exhausted or trying to figure out the direction.

But anyone with a little bit of skill can see that his pace and breath are not chaotic at all, and he is in a position where he can use force to change his position at any time, especially suitable for suddenly turning his head to give an unexpected surprise to the pursuers behind him.

It's a pity that this time the opponent is not human. He peeked behind him many times but failed to find the target.

Others have already been led to unknown directions by forked roads and completely disappeared from the range of perception.

Kraft also slowed down, moving against the rock wall that seemed about to collapse at any moment, synchronizing with the speed there.

The priest's fatigue was at least partly feigned, and he was really about to lose his strength.

He could clearly feel the stretched spiritual body being tightened like a bowstring, and the flowing pain was buzzing and vibrating in it. He had a premonition that it would break at any time and take a turn for the worse.

Intense mental activities are also reflected on the body. Physical exertion increases significantly. Every movement requires fighting against real and fake pain reflexes. The consciousness is no longer able to distinguish between mental phantom pain and real discomfort.

Maybe they are all real, or maybe the pain is just an illusion of life.

At least his consciousness was still clear, and he was even glad that he didn't come here wearing a set of lined armor. This kind of thing was of no use and would limit his mobility.

The damp and cold air inhaled into his lungs, but it felt like a burn. He tried his best to control the urge to gasp for air, and inhaled slowly through his nose, maintaining a quiet and steady rhythm.

The "Sword in the Stone" can indeed still be used, but how many times it can be used is a question.

He must use every opportunity as if it were the last, and take action when he has the best chance, even if this will bring some risks.

Of course, the risk is not on him for the time being, but on Green.

Although they cannot communicate with each other, the priest is still slowing down naturally, and from time to time he seems to accidentally let the sword hit the stone surface while running, making a series of crisp sounds that clearly expose the position.

The bait has been set, and there is no reason not to hook it. Kraft gritted his teeth and stretched out his spiritual senses, exploring upwards, hoping to find it before the thing makes a move.

He felt that he had a clearer understanding of this perspective.

The perception range that was originally similar to vision and hearing has now become more like touch, a kind of physical touch, and his behavior is to stretch his arms in all directions and grope in the dark.

The boundary of perception is the farthest range that the fingertips can reach. You can only feel whether there is something, but you can't describe the specific shape, so it is vague.

The "hand" groped blindly, passing the shape and outline into consciousness.

Green, stone, water, stone, and stone.

The temporary lure plan may have failed, maybe it didn't catch up?

The "fingertips" touched something, something similar to its own nature, illusory and ethereal.

Kraft was stunned.

Waves, a wave that had just been seen appeared on that thing, rushing straight at it. The sound of horses galloping sounded from behind and above.

"Damn, it's coming for me!"

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