From Kraft's perspective, the body that had been leaning over the table and looked similar to other fungal parasitic bodies started to move without warning when the three of them got close to observing the hidden jewelry box.
He raised his head and raised his upper body, and a red light as thin as a blood smear spread rapidly on the table. The light source was something he recognized, a rough ore fixed on a metal base, swaying on his chest, illuminating the image that should not be able to
A face with expressions.
The nose, septal cartilage and lips have been completely decomposed, while the facial muscles are twitching and have no tendency to shrink abnormally, and the spaces between them are filled by fungal tissue.
It propped up its body with one hand. This simple movement showed the swelling muscles under the scaly mushroom layer, but it used a posture that was very different from other bodies and was in line with the usual habits of humans.
Something I had never thought of happened. Even though the same kind of creature only retained its skeleton and minimal muscles for one-time activities, it actually had a breathing system that was still functioning, filling its chest with air and mixing it with psychedelic-colored spores.
Dust mist is sprayed out at high speed.
Kraft dragged Martin and Coop back, but a suit of armor and the weight of the two severely slowed down their speed. They could not compare with the spread of dust and mist, and they could not get out of the envelope even with all their efforts.
At the last second before he lost consciousness, what echoed in his mind was the burning pain in his airway that was disappearing, and the string of sounds that sounded suspiciously like human voices.
[It is conscious]
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It took about ten breaths for Martin to feel his arm again.
It had been a while since he woke up. He didn't make any move or open his eyes, trying to remember how he ended up here.
The answer is that there is no answer. There is only a sense of suffocation in the muddy thoughts, falling, like chasing alone into the deep forest during a hunt, the way forward is obscured by the vast forest mist and fallen leaves, and the mind is wandering and forgetting what it is that it is chasing.
.
Judging from experience, I may have fallen into a very deep trap. The fall was very long, but the feeling in the arm resting under my body was still there.
After continuing to pretend to sleep for a while, Martin was sure that he had not been captured by the enemy digging a hole. As his fine sense returned, the uncomfortable but reassuring pressure of the hard armor let his body know that he was still protected, and his limbs did not feel restrained.
He quietly brewed his strength, opened his eyelids slightly, and observed the environment.
The almost nonexistent light traced some bulging outlines, and it was difficult to determine whether they were overlapping light spots or real entities. They filled the entire field of view, so many that they made the space a bit crowded. They were neither masonry beams or pillars in the building,
Nor are they the branches of forest trees.
Martin tried to turn over and found that the ground was unusually soft and slippery, making it difficult to put his weight on. It was covered with a thick layer of moss. When he touched it through his gloves, he could vaguely feel the soft downy texture.
It's like a blanket magnified many times, but much thicker than that, so that the covered attachment surface cannot be touched.
It was a completely unfamiliar touch, and he couldn't find anything similar to it, especially since his intuition showed that it was a living thing that grew like a plant.
This feeling does not exist in the past knowledge, which makes the feeling of loss worse.
His eyes couldn't help but open, adapting to the light, and the outlines that were both virtual and real became clear, showing him the rich colors that were mostly hidden in the dimness, but could still not be ignored.
It was not a virtual image of light spots, but real objects that filled the surroundings. My hand tried to wave them away, but I actually touched the outlines that became more and more real with the recovery of color vision. It was closer than I imagined. The inextensible crowding and the flexible touch on my hand were like
Falling into the stomach of some huge cow, beneath the body are cilia brushing the chyme.
He quickly stood up and distanced himself from the layer of "large moss". These things brushed through the gaps in the armor and swayed slightly with a certain rhythm.
At this time, eyes that had completely adapted to the dark light finally saw those things clearly.
【Mushroom】
Mushrooms as huge as the millstones of a windmill grow out of every gap, making the whole space invisible. The "moss" under your feet is mushrooms that cover the ground and sway in the wind. The light comes from the quilt.
Peering out of the arched window that was covered mostly by an umbrella canopy and hanging silk ribbons, that shape was the only familiar thing in this strange place.
A flower window in the prayer room. The clouds in his mind dispersed a little, and memories poured down through this opening. Martin realized where he was. The church, the eye-catching box, and the rumors around him
A warning came, followed by a tug and a spray of dust.
By comparing the position of the arched window, he roughly found the direction of the exit, intending to leave this prayer room occupied by mushrooms as soon as possible. Every moment here felt twisted and weird, inexplicably similar to the appearance in the pagan's chest, except that
What was infected this time was the organ of the building.
The fungus carpet on the ground eliminated the sound of walking, and the sound of the collision of armor was amplified in the extreme silence. He subconsciously stopped and listened, unable to judge whether the sound he made was absorbed by the giant fungi all over the wall, or whether it was transmitted to the echo.
I was heard by something growing a bacterial colony in a very far distance that I could not return to.
But Martin didn't want to take off his armor and lose the most important sense of security here. He chose to slow down his movements and moved to the door with small steps but still unable to avoid making noise. He held the loose metal door handle and pushed it slightly.
The doorknob was dented with a piece of hollowed-out rotten wood around it, and the mushrooms growing on the door were pulled down. This destroyed a precarious balance, and the mottled paint on the door of the prayer room burst and cracked.
, the whole fan collapsed in front of me, and the fallen crumbs had the same texture as dry bread that had absorbed moisture.
The collapsed fragments scattered together with the sound, and the main hall of the church appeared in front of you.
He did not return to the normal building as he thought. The larger space provided more room for the mushrooms to grow. They grew unrestricted, and their tall handles were lignified and had the ability to support a huge weight.
The ability. The cap opens like an umbrella, and the bumps on the surface harden and condense into blocks of dark matter, like acorns on the tree crown, and the increasingly dense velvet on the ground is the center of this mushroom.
Forest meadow.
If that were the case, it would not be enough to shake his spirit, which had been baptized by extraordinary experiences for many days. What really frightened him from the bottom of his heart was the thick mushroom blanket in the strip of open space in the center of the mushroom forest.
The velvet carpet that had been smashed and torn apart contained traces that made it impossible to imagine the actions of its owner.
It is like several huge snake paths intersecting, leading from the open main door of the church to the pulpit.
On the pulpit, among the particularly lush surviving velvet, there were deep marks that seemed to have been licked by a long tongue with sharp teeth. Black-red residue, suspected to be dried blood, spattered in large areas, covering up the color of the table itself.
The association caused by the scene in front of him made his mind go blank. He could not understand why the entire church became like this, and what was the thing that created the bacterial forest. He was stunned for a while, and realized that it was bigger than a room.
When a room or a church was eroded more seriously, the fear of being separated from the world came only belatedly.
No longer caring about whether it would make any noise, Martin turned around and rushed to the window of the prayer room. He opened the fungus and looked outside. The outlines of colorful mushrooms were all over the house and lane, higher than the eaves and treetops. It was impossible to bathe in it.
It is the dim light of the moonlight that grows vigorously. Those tallest parts may be "mature" and hardened, and the umbrella surface is condensed with black and red mineral-like particles.
And the most terrifying idea was confirmed in the most direct way, a crazy and prosperous world - only mushrooms.
Another kind of light came into view, coming from the broad caps that replaced the forest outside the village. The mineral-like condensations on their surfaces lit up in patches, emitting a distant and misty red light. When some of them were extinguished, the adjacent ones lit up.
The whole thing moved towards the church. There was a sound in the light field that could still be heard at this distance.
This kind of light made the fearful and frozen consciousness remember where I had seen these things. It was roughly polished and then mounted on a metal base and hung on the chest of the pagan. When it lights up, it only means one thing.
thing.
【Angel is Coming】
Martin felt that he should draw his weapon or at least run away, but neither his body nor his consciousness responded. The spiritual pillar composed of shallow and unsteady faith and so-called honor seemed to have the first plaque on the surface, or what the church described
That kind of thing never existed, and those who died fighting for it could not ascend to the existing heaven.
In contrast, what the "Orthodox" view shows is more convincing. He personally experienced the path of the chosen ones in the holy scriptures, was guided by some kind of power to go on a pilgrimage, witnessed unimaginable "miracles", and finally stepped into another world.
In one world, their angels are walking toward those who meet them. But the real other world and its angels are by no means beautiful.
It was a fear that transcended death, that is, all the things that comforted death were proven to be lies, and death might not be the end of pain. The cognition of belief collapsed, and the fear that had no specific object almost turned into a hysterical voice. He could no longer
Then consider hiding, because there is no possibility of escaping from such an unknown thing.
A hand stretched out from behind, covered his mouth forcefully, and used more force to knock him to the ground and away from the window.
"I remember I just said yesterday, don't yell, just find a place to hide quietly." A whisper rang in his ears, and Martin recognized it as Kraft's voice, "I knew no one would remember it."
"But that's too much. Walk around in armor, collapse a door, and come over later and I can see you singing an opera duet with that thing?"
The situation changed so quickly that Martin couldn't react in time. He recounted the things that frightened him in words in a trance, and unconsciously changed the name of the pagan to "Orthodox, Angel."
"Don't leave this angel alone. It's just right, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find you. Now hurry up and take off this damn armor." Craft glanced out the window, and Martin couldn't see his face clearly.
But it is certain that there is no panic in the voice, and the calmness seems to be conveyed through the voice contagiously.
Seeing that Martin didn't react well, he started to unbuckle the armor himself. Thanks to someone who had used his grandfather's armor in the past, the structure of this thing has not undergone fundamental reform in decades, otherwise it would only be looking at the ground now.
tin can of hemp claws.
"Then what?" The knight asked blankly like a shelled crab, unable to understand what else the other party could do facing another world and "angels".
"Then try to figure out what this 'angel' is, find my followers, and finally go back." During the conversation, the knee pads had been removed first, and Kraft turned to the arm armor, "Don't ask me how to do it.
If you still want to go back and drink honey beer, hurry up and do it."
A hope, or a command, makes the bewildered body move and participate in the dismantling work. It cannot solve the fundamental problem, but at least it gives a temporary goal, which is exactly what is needed.
"Very good, let's go up there next."
"Why?"
"Because I have already searched below." Before leaving, Kraft leaned against the window edge and observed the dim red light one last time. It had already reached the edge of the village, and the main body was not visible under heavy cover.
It must be admitted that these mushrooms are so strong that it is scary, but they also provide great convenience for movement.
There is no need to worry about the sound of footsteps exposing yourself. The ubiquitous velvet-like carpet allows for bolder movements. As long as you don't touch those swollen wooden products, most of them have been crushed by their own weight. A few are like the door Martin just tried to open.
It will collapse if touched.
Their route was basically the same as during the search. Kraft even picked up a net of fire oil cans from the side of the pillar in the hall. Martin couldn't understand why it appeared in this world like a corresponding one, and how Kraft knew about it. Until
In the upstairs room, he found Coop, who was silent behind the door. He seemed to have been hiding there with a hammer for a long time. He finally confirmed that the master and servant definitely had relevant experience.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What's next?"
"Next let's go to the study." With a clear goal, Kraft went straight to the location of the study. To say where the center of this disaster may be, there is undoubtedly the corresponding deep location of the body that can lift its upper body and is suspected of having sanity.
The biggest suspicion.
Facts have proved that his intuition may be correct. As he approaches that location, the mushrooms in the corridors become more and more prosperous, almost blocking the entire road. It is necessary to squeeze through the gaps between the giant mushrooms.
When we arrived, the flickering red light could already shine from the village houses to the sill of the large window, rippling on the inverted ceiling of hyphae.
Unlike the empty desktops in today's world, the desktop here is covered with old and new scratches left by repeated cleaning of mushrooms, as well as several scattered manuscripts. The paper and notes are quite familiar.
This time, Kraft carefully observed the surroundings and found nothing crouching on the side. He carefully lifted up the manuscripts that were not in good condition but were much better than those outside.
Their paper is the same as the one sandwiched in the holy book. They also have tear marks on one side. It seems that they were roughly torn from a book. The writing style is smooth and should be from a private note.
The division of paragraphs is also more random. The shoulder width and height of successive letters are slightly different. It is not like writing them all at once, but recording them in multiple times.
[A research manuscript]
It records in detail that after the author repeatedly dreamed of the room where he fell asleep, he felt a strange "attention". The author, who is full of inquiring spirit, felt that this repeated phenomenon was a pattern that could be explored, and started his own record.
Afterwards, most of them were descriptions of daily dreams, gradually becoming more detailed and lengthy, expanding from one sentence to paragraphs, and even summarizing evaluation criteria such as time, dream insight, and awakening time.
At the same time, he tried to find people with similar situations to prove that it was not caused by his mental disorder, but the results were very unsatisfactory. Those people either had inconsistent circumstances or were pretending to defraud him of his reward. Finally, he found a suspected case in another city.
The patient also inexplicably stopped correspondence.
He also invited friends to stay overnight, but they all said they had not experienced similar symptoms.
The record continues, in a paragraph starting on the second page, with a glaring new evaluation criterion added at the end.
【brightness】
White light, the white light that illuminates dim dreams.
Recommend the book "Abnormal Ways to Open an Apartment" by friends in the forum.
_(:3⌒)_
There is also a book written by a group of friends that will be tested next week, so I will recommend it together. It is called "Miss Witch, Please Respect Yourself", and the original title is "The Taste of Witch is Really Good"
(°Д°)(It’s hard to imagine the mental state of the group of friends)
