Krafft's Anomaly Notes

The darkness in the bottle poured over, flowed into the throat through the lips and teeth, and slid into the depths of the digestive tract.

I didn't have time to taste the taste carefully. That thing is tasteless, or it has a taste that concentrates every substance in the whole world, but it still can't taste the taste of a sip of water. It is extremely complex and extremely bland at the same time. It is described by things, and it is similar to all the things that have been spoken.

Before entering the abdomen, before the last trace of coolness is assimilated by body temperature and disappears, the thoughts from the bottom of my heart are telling the drinker that if you want to understand, you must first touch it.The degree of certainty is comparable to reading wet ink from a hand-copied paper, without thinking or doubting.

The mouth of the bottle is still waiting for the remaining liquid to fall, and incredible changes have already taken place.

She felt that the building made of rock had become as fragile as thin paper, unreal like the bubbles of a half-awake dream, unable to bear her light weight.

It didn't make sense, as usual, the potion she drank should have an effect on her body, she was already prepared for a stomachache or more pain, but in fact everything except herself was changing.

Before she could figure it out, everything that seemed to be brittle could no longer bear the weight of her body, the support shattered, and her body fell vertically downwards.

It's like falling from one floor of a building to the next, but all the scenery you see is still, and the floor is not broken.

Color dots appeared everywhere the eyes could see. They were mushrooms that expanded at a speed too fast to see clearly, forming a strange shape with a size that was rare in the world, engulfing the walls and furniture.

She seemed to have touched the "floor", but the fall did not stop. The "floor" that was not much firm broke at the moment of touching, and her body fell to the lower floor.At the same time, some completely disorganized information flows through the senses at high speed.

The complex colors of those colorful mushroom caps exploded in my ears, and the tip of my nose smelled the dull and dull light spilling in from the window crack.The combination of these contents and the high-speed fall creates a mental nausea that makes people want to spit out their internal organs and empty their abdominal cavity to relieve it.

Between the fall of the first floor and the second floor, a soft white light and many senses of gaze cast attention on her, but quickly moved away with the rapid fall, exceeding the observable distance.

The growth of the mushrooms has reached its peak, filling every inch of space, and there is a sense of indistinct gaze from before, and the condensate embedded in the fungus, which is consistent with the texture of the pendant, glows red when they come.

The fall continued, and she fell through countless layers of "floors". Those unreasonable contents filled her consciousness like flourishing mushrooms, crowding out the space for independent thinking.

The surrounding environment is undergoing the same drastic changes as the fall. Those mushrooms flourished and declined, dried up and rotted, and the permanent stone walls collapsed. The order and death are reduced to a minimalist state.

The immature consciousness formed by only more than ten years of memory is not as good as a brick in the castle.When it was all over, I stood empty in the rubble of a desolate ridge, unable to remember where I came from or what I was doing.Like the sand on the whole beach slipping through your fingers, leaving only one or two grains
【I think……】

Yvonne stood there sluggishly, still maintaining the movement when she squeezed and drank the liquid. Her instinct made her want to breathe, but she didn't have the usual thin but full feeling pouring into her lungs. substance.

She guessed that she might be about to suffocate, and the remaining strength was taken away from her body bit by bit, and she understood one more thing, so it turned out that suffocation was approaching slowly.

At this time, I should probably be afraid, regret, etc., afraid of death, and regret not listening to her parents' warning-according to what she knew, it should be so. fear of...

[People themselves are in a kind of slow death]

People paralyzed on the bed die helplessly, and the vast majority of people can't resist everything around them, struggling in vain, like a person drowning in the boundless sea flapping his hands to delay the time of destiny.

She remembered why she came here, the persistent thought cultivated by more than ten years of short life, she didn't want to accept the fate of "chronic suffocation", she needed a power beyond common sense, like a paralyzed person growing new limbs, a drowning person's double Cheeks and cheeks.

This thought drove her to move, to look up, to find where she fell.

There are no layers of pierced pavilions above, but only a huge, dark celestial body, hanging high above the vast and desolate land, dense and unrememberable cracks are densely covered on the surface.

The feeling of falling hits again, in the opposite direction. When shuttling between the "floors", the sense of gazing in the white light and mushrooms also comes again.

This time they rushed in eagerly, wanting to stick to this ride and go to a more "upper layer".

The remaining consciousness longing for unreasonable things readily agreed and accepted it to embark on the journey together.

……

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"I figured it out!" Kraft pushed aside Kupp's support, and returned to the church with stilted steps. He ordered the team to seal off the corridor on the second floor, and lifted Martin, who was weak in hands and feet, from upstairs.

There is nothing wrong with the "spell" invented by Edward. Even if the person who establishes a connection with the deep creature fails to resist its pull for a while, at most he can die cleanly, and he doesn't even need to bother others to collect the body.

But once this thing is actually used, there will be two problems.

First, what happens after multiple, even dozens of uses?Edward Kao didn't think about this issue, Kraft didn't know, and the manuscript didn't have any follow-up progress, but this believer who was stunned by the discovery of another world and the "angel" must have never thought about it, and it was "sending people to the Father Kingdom" and never thought about it.

Dozens of crawlers were swallowed up and became unprecedentedly large, and the proliferation may have exceeded the size of those bodies. Whether this is an out-of-control factor is beyond question.

The second question, is there really only one kind of creature in the deep layer?The answer is obviously no.The deep layer is a very complex place where the biological environment has obvious regional characteristics, and the crawling creatures will interact with other things that the heavenly father does not know what it is.

This may be the main cause of the loss of control, at least one of them.Afterwards, the fungicides that took over the crawling creatures, that is, those suspected spiritual bodies, used this as a channel to come to the present world, catalyzing the growth of fungi on a large scale, infecting animals and plants indiscriminately, and looking for a hostable body.

Fortunately, it may be because the crawlers and human organizations are similar in origin, they chose the human body, otherwise if a brown bear controlled by parasites pops up here, things will develop differently.

But the vast majority of fungal species are actually not suitable for infecting the human body. Apart from slowly changing the environment and inhaling high-concentration spores, I am afraid that only some people with low immunity will have resident fungal infections, such as human immunodeficiency virus, or... tuberculosis.

Kraft probably guessed what the object was that moved when the duke's lungs were percussed twice.

It was a very lucky individual. When the old Duke traveled around the territory, came here for vacation and tasted mushrooms, he found a live host with fungi for a long time, enjoyed the rare host and fungal coexistence conditions, and was taken around .

And now, Kraft is going to meet the culprit sitting behind the desk again.

Sensing someone entering the study, he still seemed to want to pretend not to move and repeat his tricks, but the person staying at the door made him raise his head again.

Although there are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, it is not difficult to know its clear autonomous consciousness from the movements, and it can also recognize incoming people.The reappearance of the victim made him a little confused, and his chest puffed up, ready to cast that breath again.

"Breathing needs a closed chest cavity to create negative pressure." Kraft raised his hand flat, and pointed a wound crossbow at the guy who didn't need to chant spells but still needed lung capacity, and released the machine to expand. .

"You can see in his chest how the external intercostal muscles are raised to expand the chest volume. We will have the opportunity to explain this in detail later, but there are very few opportunities to see it directly with our own eyes."

The small arrow with the thickness of a pen plunged into the target of the attempted inflation, interrupting his inflation process, and a small stream of spores was ejected from the tail of the hollow arrow shaft.He persisted in wanting to continue, but the second arrow pierced his right lung to kill him.

"The times have not changed, Your Excellency 'Spellcaster', spells are no match for Fei Ya. If your lord gives you any other moves, just use them and try."

This flirtatious treatment of the Father had a palpable exasperating effect, and he struggled to get up from his chair, letting out a low, unintelligible growl as his lungs leaked.

Kraft felt that he had to be more on the safe side and nodded to Kupp. The latter picked up the winch crossbow, and the heavy arrows against the armor flew out and nailed the opponent to the back of the chair.

Seeing that there is no hope for resistance, the coral horn-like fungus crown is high and gorgeous like the body of a priest. Like those saints who are dying and still practicing the teachings in the legend, they reach out to their chests and try to draw a circle with a brush.

A very weak, almost breath-like air swept across the room, passing through various objects without hindrance, reminding Kraft of his own mental organs, but the range was much smaller and weaker, Almost imperceptible.

As if under a great shock, the movement of drawing a false circle stopped, and the rest of the face covered by scale mushrooms showed some kind of indefinite but recognizable "surprise" expression.

"..."

The voice is weaker, but this time it is different from before, and the pitch is still weird. It may be discerned that it is the development of normal Norse language.

"What?" Unexpectedly provoking and bringing unexpected joy, Kraft cautiously did not approach, pricking up his ears to hear what he was saying, even if it was cursing, it might be useful.

"...Tell them, don't be afraid...I'll report to you..." The sentence was spit out from the sick throat intermittently, but he tried his best to pronounce it standardly and word by word, as if he had prepared a lot Over and over again, "It is the news of great joy...for all the peoples."

It wasn't a curse or something, it should be a certain passage of the holy scriptures. He couldn't finish reading it, his body without support fell down, his head hit the table, and the mushrooms shattered.

Kraft met Kupp's eyes.

"So what does it say?"