Krafft's Anomaly Notes

"Hey, come take a look at this." Kraft held the lantern close to the water and illuminated the bottom of the pool.

This carved bare shell occupies almost three-quarters of the area. Hexagons of different sizes are integrated into each other. It is stiff and there is some indescribable regularity and coordination.

The straight edges between the gaps show that they are the bases of a large number of prisms, like a sunken lava condensed island waking up and stretching out its basalt body composed of columnar joints.

What holds it up is not geological movement, but something with biological characteristics.

【Six prism】

This geometric figure has appeared many times on various occasions, as the core of mutation or simply as a symbol.

Habitual thinking defaults to it as a rare thing, mostly scattered in the vast silent world of the deep, reshaping the biological tissue of mysterious origin into a body for its own driving.

But what if that's not the case?Like mineral veins, they can be enriched in a certain area and integrated into things that can produce qualitative changes.

"I seem to have... seen this thing before?" Confusion surfaced on Green.

The carvings at the bottom of the pool brought an indescribable and strange sense of satisfaction, like an ancient fragmentary scripture that had been troubled for a long time suddenly being completed, and the logic suddenly connected, connecting the scattered insights.

The strange thing is that he can't find any corresponding image in his memory, and he can't tell where he saw it.

But the deep impression cannot lie, it burns in my mind like a burn scar.

He groped around on his body, looking for something like paper and pen to help him remember, and tried to draw on the ground with his sword, carving out harsh white marks, "Let me think about where it is."

A hand reached out and grabbed his right arm, interrupting the movement, "Lobby?"

"Oh, yes..." Green paused, looking in disbelief at the lines carved out of the sword tip.The six sides and hexagons were completely guided by the subconscious mind and were exactly the same as the large pattern in the passage. "How is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. It's better not to look any further. It won't do any good." Kraft stood between him and the pool, blocking his sight.

The priest pressed his forehead and came out of the inexplicable enlightenment. The small stone room felt open for a moment, and many figures stood on the sunken steps, looking down at the gathering place of the water.

Something was swimming in the water below.

[He has felt that thing]

Just like those who embedded themselves in the stone wall and tried their best to describe it before they died, but they felt more, gained more, and lost more.

This realization was almost like a revelation, and the priest felt uneasy that he had never received a significant degree of revelation in the Holy Scriptures.Almost at the same moment, he found himself aware of the difference between himself and those people - his lack of deeper connection with that being.

[such as part of it]

He could get closer to that being, understanding how it split the boulder in two, and just as the ancestors of the Pendra family were "chosen" to draw the indestructible sword, the essence of the two might be exactly the same.

"The devil's promise is easier to get than a fallen apple, and more tempting than unattended gold. You need to know that it is an invitation from hell."

The priest muttered quietly, looking away from Kraft's personal package, looking at the expressions of the others, looking for any signs of understanding.

Fortunately, no similar behavior was found among fellow monks.He took one last look at the relief figure and walked towards the exit with a somewhat complicated look on his face.

The steps leaving the stone chamber are a bit narrow, with almost no room for shelter. They turn right three times at a low vertical distance. They are similar to the design of the castle tower, which is obviously beneficial to the defense above.

This was not taken advantage of by the people who occupied the place, who had no idea that threats from the sewers could bypass traps and sentries, or were numbed by a false sense of security.

The team safely passed this threatening staircase and entered...another larger hall?

The place where they entered should have been blocked by heavy objects, and there were still slide rails and locking structures for movement.

It was a tall stone statue of two people. It fell to the ground and was broken into three pieces. The head and body were separated, and the finely carved hands holding a sword were smashed open along with the sword hilt.

Those next to them were similarly treated, being pushed down and destroyed in search of hidden objects.

The space that can accommodate so many stone statues is certainly not small and can be called a "hall".Judging from the marks on the ground, the debris now piled up in the corners should have been placed in the center.

These wooden utensils that have been soaked by the humid environment are shelves and weapons placed on them. The handles are rotten like boiled spongy bone, and the metal parts are no longer usable.

What is worthless or meaningful must have been taken away long ago and will not be left behind.

This seems to be a main hall or an arsenal. There are two side doors leading to the ear room, and there are asymmetric door openings in the ear room, leading to other spaces. It seems that the planning is chaotic, or it is the end of a maze. and entrance.In addition to statues that serve a decorative or confusing purpose, there are also walls with decorative reliefs like columns, high windows, and picture frames, simulating above-ground architectural structures and full of a non-practical sense of ritual.

The relief narrative part presents some old-fashioned content, about the military, banquets, medals, etc., which is suitable to appear in the living room of any nobleman who feels that he has a heroic bloodline, where they will hold the handover of power and the swearing-in of canonization. Important activities of this kind, while remembering the past.

The layout of the venue once made the team feel like they were entering someone's ancestral grave. This is not completely impossible in Dunling.

But it is too big. Even if it is far less than the six-sided hall deep in the sewer, it is not needed for an ordinary tomb. What's more, it is too humid to preserve anything that needs to be preserved, and it has an overly complex spatial structure. .

However, further discoveries reconfirmed the view that this was a family cemetery.

In one side of the ear room, there are several exquisite sarcophagi arranged neatly. The pried-off lids fit closely with the coffin body. On the front, there are proportional sculptures of figures holding swords with both hands, which may have been modeled after their lifetime.

There is a layer of clay-like mud-like substance remaining at the joint, which is speculated to be used to enhance the sealing effect when sealing the coffin. This is rare in burial customs and is common in food preservation techniques.

The space inside the coffin is larger than expected. If we estimate the size of the deceased based on this, they would be much taller than North in the traditional sense.The dark interior indicated that it had been completely burned, with the same intensity of burning as seen in waterways.

Small pieces of carbide were spread at the bottom, which seemed to have been smashed and turned over, but the precious metal burial objects had not been taken away.

"The heretic who desecrated the corpse." Seeing this messy scene, some monks couldn't help but comment.

Then he saw the team professor taking out a new pair of tweezers and rummaging around inside.

"Professor Kraft, now is not the time."

"No, I just want to see this." Among the pile of ashes, Kraft accurately picked out an object with a different painting style. It was obviously not a burial object.

It was a plier-shaped tool with little deformation, but the ring shape and long toothed beak for easy grasping with fingers revealed its identity - a surgical vascular forceps, just an enlarged version.

"It's quite strange. You know, we use this thing to clamp blood vessels or fix tissues." A corpse that can still be used with blood vessel clamps but needs to be completely burned?

"We will have time to figure it out after we get rid of all the heretics here." Green felt that they should speed up the search. The easy elimination of the two guards did not make him feel contemptuous, but he felt that something was wrong.

As an environment where security is seriously questionable, the other party's vigilance force is still too sparse.

Fortunately, the humidity here is not entirely a bad thing. The unidentified dust and mud on the ground mixed with water to form a somewhat sticky paste, making it easy to distinguish recent footprints.

As the footprints were searched, the speculation that the defensive function was considered in the design of this place gradually became firmer.

The large and small tombs are connected by similar corridors and stairs. They go up and down, left and right, and are not even on the same plane, which makes people feel dizzy.After five turns, Kraft was already beginning to wonder how the pagans could find their way without signs.

The overall idea is highly similar to Westminster Castle, or even better. The complex route ensures that outsiders cannot get out in a short time, and there is a high possibility that they can get around themselves.

His keen sensitivity to graphics soon led him to discover some patterns. The decoration of each doorway they passed was different from the others. The reliefs of the door guards all stood with swords, while the ones on other doorways had the sword tips pointing upward.

This greatly reduces the usefulness of building a labyrinth-like structure, making it useless to the more attentive eye.

The twists and turns greatly lengthened the distance, but Kraft could feel that the team was always moving in a limited horizontal area, and the general trend was spiraling upward.

To use a metaphor that would not be easily understood by the Norse, they were walking in a high-end Rubik's Cube of unknown model, breaking into each cube like a blind box, and discovering more coffins.

Their degree of sophistication varied, but those opened invariably suffered from incineration.

The smooth journey did not last long, and a halo soon emerged from the road ahead.

Green stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, signaled everyone to be silent, stopped the rest, and continued to move forward at a normal pace with the crossbow-wielding monk.

This method worked well. There was no reaction in the first half of the approach. It seemed that the other party had mistaken the intruders for two of their own men guarding the sewer.

Just when Kraft thought that the priest would easily clear the guard post again, a slightly confused voice came: "Larry?"

is a name.

Green hesitated for a moment, feeling somewhat regretful that he had not thought of taking a living person hostage.

When he was thinking about how to respond, the light source that received no response shook violently, then rose up and moved away with the sound of rapid footsteps.

"Damn it, catch up to him!"