Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 267 The Road to Enlightenment
The team didn't waste too much time on that piece of armor. Every step forward meant a longer journey back, and so far there was no sign of an end to this weird road.

It just keeps getting weirder and weirder, filled with all kinds of stuff whose origins and meanings are hard to explain.

Kraft played with the newly obtained sample, shining it close with firelight from time to time, and observing the creature's reaction. "This reminds me of the seaside in my hometown."

"How do you say that?" Green looked at this guy who suddenly began to express his homesickness in surprise. He was not sure whether there was something wrong with his mental state or something wrong with his hometown.

"The periodic rise of sea water is especially obvious in lowlands, which will bring things in the sea to distances that are usually inaccessible; and when the tide recedes, you will only see various traces left behind, such as sand holes and shallow ditches, where the inhabitants live For small creatures that are unable to return to the ocean on their own.”

"It's a paradise for children. You can find a lot of interesting gadgets, such as shrimps, hermit crabs, horned snails, razor clams - of course you have to work hard and have special skills."

The thick glass bottle flexibly rotated in his hand. The bottom of the bottle was facing upwards, and he could see the soft tissue wrapping around the stone, grabbing the smooth inner wall with a suction cup-like structure.Hopefully it doesn't remind the professor of his childhood catching shellfish on the tidal flats.

“They stay on the tidal flats from morning to night, chasing waves, celebrating every new discovery they make, and being so engrossed in their harvest that they sometimes fail to notice changes in water levels.”

"From a certain point on, the water rose and then stopped falling. The sand became wet and scratchy, and everything within a few dozen feet was covered in turbidity. The bagful of harvests slowed down the pace. As long as one didn't look big, The waves.”

"They just disappear from view, and with luck or bad luck, these faces will appear in the mud with the shellfish the next time the tide goes out." Craft stuffed the round bottle into a box filled with hay and pieces of cloth. He crossed Green and walked to the front of the team, "Maybe this is the source of many rumors about water ghosts."

"There is a saying among fishermen, always remember to give up when you get good. The more you get, the deeper your connection with the sea will be, and you will be dragged in."

When he realized that these words meant something, Green had an indescribable feeling.

The sentences moistened by the moisture of the waterway have an unusual appeal, entering the ear canal with the smell of salt and cold air, pulling the listener to a seaside that they have never been to.The sieve-shaped remains were wrapped in the masonry tidal flats, and the soft-bodied organisms they harvested during their lifetimes moved in and out.

The unusual appeal goes beyond the scope of simple language, as the word itself becomes the thing it refers to.

The priest shuddered when he saw the monk following him, and subconsciously moved away from the sieve holes. It seemed that the environment in his eyes had changed in just a moment.

But the expounder himself did not notice this. He walked at the front of the group and put some distance between them.

As a habit, Green took out a small iron bottle and shook it by his ear, listening for a clear scratching sound.Although I don't know if it is useful yet, this sound has almost become a kind of psychological comfort.

Everything is normal for now.

This episode did not serve as a prelude to the appearance of anything sneaky, and the team was slightly surprised to find that the annoying sieve shapes were lessening inconspicuously.

On the contrary, the pieces of geometric lines become more and more complete, getting closer and closer to a certain form, and can even fill in the gaps in the imagination according to the rules and outline the possible appearance.

But it can still be seen that it is a strange object composed of countless large and small hexagons. The sculptor tried his best to expand it and try to make it larger and more substantial.

At the same time, there are more sharp and slender cuts.It could never have been made with a weapon or any kind of professional carving tool. The cut surface was too smooth and flat, and it was deeply embedded in the stone wall.

It was like wildly waving a slender, extremely sharp sword blade, smoothly splitting the rocks, almost like the scaled-down look of the huge ravines in the hall.Those who have gone through a long journey and are able to return to the door have somehow brought a replica of that power back from the underground.

Further forward, flame-shaped black spots covered a section of the wall, which were the remnants of violent combustion.

Compared to other traces that are decades old, what happened here is as new as a baby, and you can rub the greasy gray-black coating off the wall with your fingertips.

Someone has used a lot of grease here recently, within two years at most, trying to clean something out with high heat.

Thanks to them successfully opening the passage, otherwise there should be a lot of excitement along the way.

Green signaled everyone to stop repairing, extinguish the torches on the spot, and replace them with lanterns with hinges that can adjust the brightness.

The team began to prepare in an orderly manner. They seemed to have enough experience, and everyone had no doubts about what they were doing. They quietly adjusted the positions of their belongings, checked the armor straps, and cocked the only winch crossbow.

This formation is reminiscent of the first encounter in the tomb passage. If he had encountered such a well-prepared team head-on, Kraft would have chosen to raise his hands directly.

Of course, unless he was crazy, it was impossible for Green at that time to mobilize a professional team to deal with a poor university professor.

Yvonne cast a questioning look at him. Kraft shook his head slightly and just watched.We must trust the teamwork of professionals. The Tribunal does not leave room for outsiders during its usual drills.

Green once again took back the position at the head of the team. A monk held a shield to protect his side and block the light. The crossbowmen followed closely behind, maintaining a vigilant formation and pressing forward.

A battered stone door appeared in front of him.

The diagonal and staggered cutting lines divide its surface into countless parts, and large sponge-like loose pores penetrate layer by layer, almost hollowing out the entire layer.

Many people have successfully arrived here.But perhaps bringing something back was not enough. They were still rejected and did not escape the fate of being misplaced and drowned in the rocks.

But now, this solid wall, which is nearly two palms thick, has opened a gap for people to walk straight through.

Green turned off the lantern and approached with the weak light coming from far behind him. When Craft thought he was about to enter, he stopped suddenly and pointed with his hand at knee height.

With Kraft's eyesight, it took careful observation to see that there was a very thin white line blocking the pointed position, with something unknown tied to both ends behind the door.

The team carefully stepped through and found several bells in the section blocked by the door.

A thick smell of grease was brought into the nose by the flowing air, reminding the consequences of triggering this early warning system-barrels of fuel will flow down with the water, turning any creature that tries to enter without permission into something that can be washed away. ash.

But now, they quietly avoided the death trap and went deep into the hinterland.

(End of this chapter)