Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

A terrible thought is thrown into the mental body by consciousness, causing regular fluctuations.

Those were the fluctuations once stimulated by digitalis injection in deep biological samples. When needed, they were recalled from memory and converted into specific rhythms.

Imitating it feels like using hundreds of fingers to play the ubiquitous keys, but the mind does not understand the meaning of the "music score" and just follows the record to reproduce it rigidly, as if an illiterate person cannot copy it from a copybook. Symbol strings understood.

The actual operation is far more difficult than imagined. It is no less than lifting a container with no weight feedback. The liquid level that has overflowed the edge is maintained solely by tension, and there are dangerous ripples.

The consciousness tries its best to control it in a small part of the periphery of the mental body. It is something far more terrifying than the thickest acid or the deadliest toxin.

Reality wrinkles slightly under its influence, becoming obscure and contrary to common sense in some aspects.

It is a pathogen that invades reality. As long as it comes into contact with the target, it will play a targeted role and distort the physiological laws in a specific direction.

No living body would want to touch this thing, and even if he had doubts about its effectiveness, Craft did not want to try it himself.

What he needs now is an opportunity. He has to contact that spiritual body again at a distance that is not too far or too close. It is best to make a surprise contact and put this wave of "spell" into it when the other party is unprepared. Like every Like a deadly cold arrow shot from behind.

But this is too difficult for a side that is at a mobility and information disadvantage.

He had to spend a lot of time groping around in this maze before he had a chance to counterattack without the initiative.

Both the physical and mental state indicate that time is not abundant. Maintaining the "spell" while also taking care of other things is as difficult as running a one-kilometer physical test and performing surgery while playing the harmonica, and his talent in music and rhythm has never been good.

【Someone needs to help】

Almost as soon as the thought occurred, he noticed a metallic tapping sound not far away.

It was the noise of someone moving among the rocks, and the weapon hanging from his waist colliding with the stone wall from time to time. It was as sudden as a gold coin jumping on the street, and every ear that heard it was involuntarily attracted.

Including Kraft.

He caught the signal in time and reached a consensus with the sender that no communication was required.

Only one person will have the courage and thinking ability to act like this under such circumstances, complete the part that should be done in the promise, and not care whether the other party can understand and cooperate.

A firm will will only do what you think is most reasonable and will not be interfered with by others.

"To be honest, we must admit that sometimes the church's level is much higher than the average." Kraft moved, using his newly accumulated strength to move closer to the sound of metal.

Even in the most ridiculous dreams of the past, it is difficult to dream of such a thing: a perfect cooperation between a medical professor and an Inquisition priest.

Arching the torso, try to hide yourself in a place that can be sheltered by the inclination of the rock wall. Control the pace of your steps, just like a big cat, placing the soles of your feet at the quietest and most tricky place.

The advantages of not wearing armor showed, and he could become a silent shadow if he wished.

The tinkling metal sound is intermittent, becoming a lighthouse that appears and disappears in the rock waves, providing a choice for the blindly patrolling consciousness, a whirlpool-like attraction that is irresistible.

This has nothing to do with intelligence or logic. As long as there is a single button in front of them, people will click it, even if they don’t know the result.

Movement and choice are the instincts of life, and perhaps only death can make them reject this instinct.

The spiritual body touches the intricate corridors, which are wrapped layer by layer and spiral in a long arc. The darkness above the head also curls and rotates with the movement, giving people the illusion of walking among fingerprints. There is some kind of grand and distant will, looking down at the fingers. The best performance of small things.

The perception of gravity is diminishing, and the boundaries between up and down directions have become unclear. My feet do not seem to be my own, and I am squatting and moving like a puppet on strings.

He was not sure if this was caused by excessive exhaustion. Everything was going away, like sinking in clear water. All the senses other than spiritual touch became blurred. The soft darkness came from behind, covering his ears, and it was clear. The sound of metal clashing was mixed into a rough and vague tone like dough.

The burning pain in the trachea turned into a thick numbness, cutting off the flow of gas in and out. If the chest was not still rising and falling, the consciousness would not even be able to confirm that he was still breathing.

The spiritual body, on the other hand, is just the opposite. It stretches and opens up, accommodating the dangerous fluctuations while groping outwards.

Green appeared in his perception, tapping the metal piece on the head of the scabbard against the rock wall, muttering something in his mouth.

It should be a prayer, because there is no hesitation in the mouth shape, it is the kind of skillful and smooth thing that has been practiced thousands of times, no need to recite it deliberately, and something as natural as breathing.

His arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably, and the joints in his palms welded to the weapon were bulging. Fear flowed on the tight skin, attacking from the dark unknown from every angle.

Kraft knew where he was, but he had no idea of ​​Kraft's location or whether the plan was still being carried out.

The high pressure of the unknown, distortion, fear and death can turn battle-hardened veterans into trembling quails, and steadfast believers into crazy heretics. Reason is fragile and powerless in the face of this kind of power, and is worse than wood from beetles. One hit.

But not this person, not this moment.

Green took another step forward, which put him completely within the range of perception. The scabbard hit the rock wall again, and the sound went over the high wall.

Kraft almost felt that he saw the sound waves formed by the vibration and compression of the air, rippling and spreading.

So that thing came.

The sound of the galloping horse trampling was as if four doors were opened, and strange messengers appeared from them, carrying the symbol of death and the end.

It did not cover up, perhaps because the fragility of this group of mortals just now was no different from the previous group, which gave it enough confidence. After all, there was no need to cover up when you stretched out your fingers to crush a few small insects.

Green slowed down his pace and fumbled in his collar for a while, looking for something, but he touched nothing. He shook his head helplessly and drew a circle on his chest, and stood on the ground with his sword. What he wanted to do was done.

The illusory touch invaded the perception field of the spiritual body from the direction of the horse's hoof sound, and the fluctuation was brewing in it, ready to go.

Obviously, the other party also noticed the contact, and after a slight pause, he immediately shifted the target and invaded the perception field, and the fluctuation quickly woven into shape.

It was a step late, and did not realize that what it touched was not a pool of still water, but a dangerous shoal with strange undercurrents.

While it was still hesitating whether to withdraw or seize this opportunity, the undercurrent entangled the "fingertips", and the pure and clear waves were completely projected back through contact, smudged and approached like ink drops.

It was surprised, and it should be surprised. It was a spell shaped by such profound cognition, far beyond those primitive and crude uses, almost revealing the most profound mysteries of life, and would be considered by the times as an extraordinary skill of madman's delusion.

How many people have gone so deep to get a glimpse of it. It would rather believe that the fluctuations in the spirit body were just a similar but soulless imitation of the other party's despair, after all, that kind of fluctuation did not cause any pain when it touched the body.

So it hesitated for a moment.

A moment of eternity.

The galloping horse stopped, and before the heavy sound of falling to the ground, Kraft heard a roar that was cut off in the middle, which seemed closer to the frightened human beings than those things.