Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Some things are naturally sacred, just as the incarnation of the Supreme Will did, dividing the body into wheat cakes and blood into fine wine, forever driving away hunger and thirst from those who received this gift. Supernatural power thus enters the mundane flesh and blood with the material.

And they are standing on such a body, whether the church is willing to recognize its sacredness or not.

It is as if walking into the remains of a grand and glorious dinner party, sitting down at the seats reserved early, and the new and almost untouched food and drinks are placed on the long table, hanging nets and dust, and the host and other guests have been gone for a long time.

The gods once distributed their bodies and powers to everyone here.

"This..." The monks were all dumbfounded, and the sudden shock made their brains stop, and it was difficult to accept this fact.

Those things that only a little bit can create a group of pagans and a kingdom are not even charity or malice, but just the tiny skin peeled off here, and a few crumbs falling from the plate.

Solidified black roamed on the ground, like spilled soup on a tablecloth, flowing freely and then drying up.

The two were closely combined, as if they were born as one.

It was difficult to distinguish it from some dangerous cracks, after all, they were all made of bottomless darkness, and light would never return after entering.

They also noticed some artificial traces, which seemed to be an enlarged version of the niches on the outer rock clusters. The whole piece of land hollowed out the ground and deeply bored into the paleness wrapped in black textures, which was easily associated with a tomb without earth.

When bypassing these things, someone curiously lowered the torch and shone it into the pit.

These regularly shaped pits are generally two to three people high, and the depth is absolutely impossible to climb out after falling in. The bottom is even slightly larger than the opening. The smooth side walls have no fulcrums, as if preventing something from climbing out, and as if expecting something to be brewing and born.

The light can barely pass through the clear water that fills them, bringing some views of the bottom.

The semi-petrified bone-like substance was integrated with the rock, similar to some things that were occasionally discovered when limestone was mined and were called "the molds used by God to create creatures", but they were far less ancient than those rock layers where only the outlines of creatures could be barely recognized.

It can be seen that some parts that can be found in the prototype were spliced ​​in a weird and reasonable way. With what they had seen before, they would never think that it was a mixture of several different skeletons.

There were still traces of soft tissue, and the texture was similar to some overly severe pathological calcification foci. The organic components were gradually replaced by inorganic substances, shrinking and hardening into living sculptures with life characteristics.

The pale stone completely penetrated these bones, penetrated into the swollen skull, penetrated into the new spine, penetrated into the chain-like long bones and the complex shriveled tissues attached to them, and solidified the human body in the process of transforming into a new form into a fossil specimen.

They were almost reborn, but the black salt with traces of secondary melting around them explained why they did not succeed - the activity of deep forces would induce the black salt to temporarily transform into a liquid with a strong inhibitory effect.

These things eagerly absorbed more lunar debris until most of themselves were replaced by stone, and they were unable to overcome the strong restraint, and eventually lost all activity and became reliefs on the rocks.

Or was this the purpose? They tried to gradually melt and separate the two entangled substances in this way?

If so, then the ritual nature of this behavior far outweighed its practical significance, and it was not enough to describe it as a drop in the bucket.

But this did not prevent them from tirelessly bringing the dead here, generation after generation, the tombs became larger and larger, and the petrified bones piled up at the bottom combined into unprecedented huge individuals, with tentacles climbing up the edge of the pit, and the undegenerated split toes like centipede feet grabbing the ground.

The melted and solidified black wrapped it, and this phenomenon was more obvious around the larger individuals.

What was disturbing was that the re-condensed black matter did not seem to be enough to fill the cracks in the flow.

One day, this huge celestial debris will wash away the alien impurities and get rid of the shackles, but that day will come very late.

It doesn't matter whether it's early or late, time is on its side. Those who try to get something from here will eventually offer their spirit and body after experiencing a life that is insignificant to it, and become another stone in the casting of the temple.

Kraft is more or less aware of the reason why the sewer leading to this place is almost completely blocked. Some people have tried to slow down the speed at which the underground lake obtains nutrients from the surface through the waterway system.

But it is never the water that brings new sacrifices here, but endless inquiring eyes, peeping through the myths that have been deliberately confused and erased, peeping at the secrets here.

If one tribe fails, there will always be another one.

"I don't understand what the point is." Even the most optimistic monks felt a little despair. The only thing that supported the remaining team to continue to move forward seemed to be the obsession of reaching a destination that did not know whether it existed.

Knowing more is useless, it just reminds us again of the inevitable victory of this power.

"At least we may have a chance to postpone the bad ending." Kraft took a break and quietly pried off another piece of petrified tissue fragment.

His behavior did not cause any more opposition. Instead, it had a soothing effect, giving them a hint that they still had a chance to take the secrets and souvenirs back with them.

"Don't you think it's unreasonable? Why did the entire Dunling underground go haywire as soon as this group of pagans came here?"

"Including the guy just now, although his method was indeed unexpected, he should not have the nerve to make the entire lake bed that had been lying quietly for hundreds of years active - it doesn't make sense in terms of volume."

"So there must be a key point, just like..."

The professor thought for a moment, looking for a more understandable term, "like the trigger device of a crossbow. The archer did not have the strength to shoot a giant arrow heavier than a spear through the city wall. He just knew how to use that large tool to release the power that had been accumulated in it."

"So do you think we will find a 'trigger'?" This idea is exciting. Although it is not certain whether it is true or how to use it, at least what they are doing now is not meaningless.

"Perhaps, the thing that is large enough to affect the entire lake is right under our feet. I think there should be such a trigger to make it work temporarily, perhaps an amplified version of the 'spell' or something like that." Kraft explained, and he couldn't think of any other explanation.

"That trigger had better really exist, and it's not some damn disposable item, or the mechanism is too complicated."

"What if it's not what you think?"

"Then row the boat home, pray that we can row back to the starting point with our hard-working hands and God's blessing, and then run as far as we can before this city is completely destroyed."

No one asked any more questions, perhaps they were praying silently.

The prayers paid off soon after, probably because God finally found a way and reached into this forgotten corner.

They stopped in front of a very familiar structure, the ground sank in steps, and relief-like petrified tissues decorated every geometric plane.

Although they had seen enough of such distorted things, they still felt an indescribable discomfort when they saw the scene in front of them.

These "reliefs" seemed not to be completely dead yet, they twitched and contracted with a weak amplitude, squeezing out dark black liquid that could not reflect light.

"Oh, there's good news and bad news."

"I guess the good news is that you're right." Green turned his eyes away from the liquid. He knew what potential attraction the flowing darkness had on the mind.

"The bad news is that the trigger is down there."

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