Those chaotic substances seem to be churning in the mind, and the sounds chase footsteps and thoughts like a curse.
Physical strength is quickly depleted during irregular exercise, and soreness and side effects of some strenuous exercise begin to emerge. Many people have tasted a slight fishy sweetness in their breath, as well as some things they shouldn't have.
The slight acidity has a spicy and weird taste, like a wound being burned while it is healing. It burns the surface of the tongue, trying to cut off the tongue tie, so that this organ can twist without restriction and express the feeling of tasting.
The kind that reminds the eyes of staring into the scorching sun at noon, the skin of the barbs on the wood, and the throat of the boiling water accidentally swallowed.
A kind of pain overflows from the things that chase them, penetrating into every autonomous thought through unshieldable pathways.
This kind of penetration cannot be traced back to its beginning. Perhaps it has not stopped since the arrival of the chaotic thing. It becomes obvious as the distance gets closer and as time goes by, resonating with the pain of one's own body and spirit.
A ship sailing in a storm cannot notice when it begins to take on water, nor can human beings' wandering consciousness notice when they begin to understand what is chasing them.
No one bothers anymore about where Kraft got his guidance. The reappearance of the way out makes people ecstatic, running in the direction indicated by the pattern, without even thinking about what is at the end of the road.
In Kraft's perception, it was the suffocating pain of falling from a very high altitude, being dispersed, each fragment of consciousness being sealed in a box that could not extend its arms and legs, and being further ground and crushed by endless time.
Under the spiritual sense, the resonance is more obvious. Every advance of the wave is accompanied by the surge of "highlighted" geometric fragments. They are like the joints or neurons of these amorphous substances, connected into a centerless
Chaos painful consciousness.
This consciousness is huge and has no boundaries, but it is not clear enough. Apart from the pain, I can only feel the undisguised desire to expand, as if that is the only way out of the pain.
He was forced to detach himself from his spiritual senses in advance and prevent himself from resonating with them.
The pain of being restrained and compressed was more prominent than ever, reaching the level of interfering with the functioning of the body for the first time in a long time.
He almost tripped over the steps, but the priest, who was paying attention to Kraft's changes, held his shoulders and dragged him for a while until he regained his running rhythm.
"Go on, hurry up, I can't see how big this thing is, it's everywhere."
Can't you see? Kraft's behavior and expressions are full of problems, but Green doesn't have the extra energy to investigate. Compared with what he chased after him, there were too few things that could be considered strange.
Even if the devil is walking in the team now, we can still cooperate for a while.
With his rich experience and the time Green bought, Kraft managed to recover.
Vision is grabbing as much information as possible for him, so that his consciousness can adapt to the cramped feeling of falling from a higher perspective. Changes in details that others have no time to pay attention to are particularly prominent in his eyes hungry for information.
Unlike the messy lower tomb, the integrity of the stone chambers passing by is gradually improving. It seems that along the long axis of history, the evil legend is moving closer to its own time from ancient ruins.
More coffins appeared, most of which were smaller in shape and tended to be of an ordinary human figure. The level of surface carvings was improved, and the decoration was close to the image they were accustomed to, moving closer to a style that conforms to aesthetic cognition.
Ivy, laurel and other decorative patterns that express blessings to the deceased divide the coffin into different sections, which are filled with reliefs or paintings. The latter only have eroded color blocks due to humidity, while the former depicts other than life.
, mostly related to wars, competitions, etc.
Except for the helmet, the figure wears no armor on his body. He only wears a layer of what looks like thick fiber cloth. It is a full set of chain mail, which was gradually replaced by plate armor as early as the early days of the kingdom.
While passing by the stone chamber, Craft glanced at the next door and saw a lead coffin decorated with two pairs of angels at the head and tail. The gold foil was oxidized and mottled, as if some abominable transformation was taking place.
Taking this as a node, familiar religious elements are added. Child-like angels, praying saints, and the most direct ring with wings.
They are all common tomb symbols, but when they appear here, they are somewhat incredible.
Rich ecclesiastical elements appear in high density and are blatantly reflected on the coffins that have been pried open or opened from the inside out.
Even the monks noticed these obvious features, and you can even find relief figures wearing religious robes and high-pointed crowns, in ritual scenes, conferring something on the half-kneeling protagonist.
Due to the carving techniques and angles, it is difficult to identify what they were taught and received, but the identities of the characters cannot be mistaken, nor can they be explained by personal behavior.
Some monks' mouth patterns had already formed a certain word, which was blocked in their throats and turned into a fit of coughing.
Unbelievable expressions appeared on their faces, including Green, who could not help but look back at the holy sites again.
But no matter how many times they look back, these things carved in lead and stone will never turn into illusions and dissipate.
After rushing out of the last stone room, a long and endless corridor appeared in front. Judging from Kraft's sense of space, the direction it pointed was the center of the maze.
The chase finally came to an end, but he still hadn't found anything that could stop what was behind him.
If the builders knew enough about what would form here, they should have corresponding control mechanisms in place, otherwise they would not be able to repeatedly enter and move a large number of coffins spanning a long period of time into the tomb chamber.
The team was still running hard in the only right direction. The torch light illuminated the zigzag and radiating line drawings on the walls on both sides, like some kind of intertwined roots, which were dug out from the deep dark ground and hung up.
The patterns of the terrain patterns overlap.
The torrent of life also broke into this corridor, and the straight space allowed it to move without any hindrance. The moment it heard the symphony of weapons and armor, the murmurs were greatly reduced.
The unexplainable pain bombards the eardrums, taste buds, skin, and all exposed receptors resonate with it, evoking the most unacceptable negative effects in memory.
The resonance of pain is transformed into an instinctive will - summoning the tortured soul to join its infinite expansion and growth until it obtains the ability to complete some kind of return and completely end all pain.
When the pain reaches its peak, the will to return will force out its inherent talents and naturally shape them into concentrated and sharp expressions.
It is an invisible and substanceless crack that cuts through the barrier between this world and the other world, as well as any matter that passes through it.
The changing footsteps around him made Kraft feel very bad. The monk at the end of the team changed from running to walking. He seemed to be inspired, and stopped to look at the unfolding chaos as if he had lost his way.
However, the amorphous thing that filled the space slowed down incomprehensibly, and the raging waves turned into a viscous and sluggish quagmire, which quickly solidified into a rubbery shape and stayed more than ten feet away.
The monk turned around stiffly, split the torch in his hand into two, and the head fell down and went out.
【water?】
Craft couldn't remember when they stepped into the water that could instantly extinguish the torch again. Although the floor of the tomb was damp, it had good drainage and there was basically no large accumulation of water.
He lowered his head, and the liquid formed by the melted ground flooded the soles of his shoes. The rippling black liquid surface barely reflected any light.