Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 275 Carving Color

The unexpected sneak attack met with an unexpected blockage. The monk immediately spun the sword and slashed at Kraft with his backhand, trying to force the opponent back.

The latter did not retreat but advanced, accurately resisting the attack again, and raised his sword to stab the facade from top to bottom.

While he was busy dealing with the attack, Kraft went one step further. He incorporated small movements into his upright swordsmanship, and secretly kicked his calf with his foot.

The monk's lower body suddenly lost balance and he involuntarily rushed forward, sending himself towards his opponent.

Kraft did not choose to pierce him directly. Instead, with a good grasp of the distance, the horizontal sword changed from a stab to a strike, and he raised the counterweight and slammed the door.

Although the vulnerable parts of the facial features are avoided, the effect of a small hammer blow is still very significant. It temporarily deprives the sense of space and most of the hearing. The effect of the physical impact of bone conduction is not much worse than the mental impact. It works even faster.

The dizziness and high-frequency buzzing in his ears made him unaware of where he was, and then the second blow hit his wrist, forcing him to let go of the hilt of the sword.

The threat level of the monk who left his weapon plummeted. Others who were still a little wary swarmed in, held down the well-hidden madman, tied his hands, and removed other weapons from his body.

The monk who escaped from Green's sword had disappeared from sight, leaving only the sound of footsteps quickly disappearing.

The priest had no intention of pursuing him in a meaningless search. He just looked at the place where he disappeared angrily and regretfully, waiting for something.

The footsteps ended abruptly, like a sword thrown into a swamp. The mud grabbed him and dragged him deep into the depths, without even a handful of splashes being splashed.

He turned around silently, half-knelt down in front of the controlled monk, took out the gold-plated Holy Emblem pendant from his chest, and pressed it on his severely swollen forehead after being knocked by Craft, causing a struggle.

A fast-sounding prayer spat out from Green's rapidly opening and closing lips. It began by calling on Heavenly Father and all the saints under his command, and then asked for forgiveness for the sins of the most devout believers who had gone astray, hoping to use its power to remove the evil from being punished. Expulsion from the eroder.

"In the name of Heavenly Father, evil thing, I ask you to leave this body and go back to hell!" The priest looked steadily into his eyes full of awkward smiles, with just the right amount of sullenness in his tone and eyes. , so as not to affect the coherence and clarity of the prayer.

The image is very similar to a standard sculpture of a judgment angel, reading out the judgment decree from Heavenly Father.

The live performance was excellent, and it was obvious that the priest's theological degree was definitely more valuable than the medical degree of a clinic owner. If Kraft hadn't seen someone possessed by a deep spiritual body, he might have felt that something was attached to this guy.

He wondered if Green really thought this method was effective. After all, thinking about it now, he had hardly seen this priest perform any ceremony in the past.

Even if the speaking speed is increased, the exorcism prayer takes a long time, and the monk whose mind is affected gradually stops struggling.

At the same time, it seems that due to the separation from the source of influence and the exorcism combined with the appropriate atmosphere, a slightly trance-like color appears on the face, which softens the stiff and weird smile.

To be honest, Kraft thought this was a normal change in delirium attacks resolving on their own, but he soon discovered that the main effects were showing up in other people.

The remaining monks were less affected and probably did not feel much. Seeing that their colleagues showed signs of relief, their panic state was improved, and the mental stabilizing effect of faith began to take effect again.

They took over Green's job and chanted prayers together, calling him to return to his church brothers.

Yvonne observed their behavior curiously, but did not feel any special atmosphere from them, and the whispering voice fell into silence again.

And Kraft was a little relieved, at least this mental impact was not permanent. He didn't want to see a situation where he was forced to deal with a member of the team. That would have a far greater impact on morale than if someone went crazy and committed suicide.

But he could feel that something not good was buried. It had been a long time since I had shut down my mental senses, but the painful discomfort of restriction and shortness of breath still rose and fell with every breath.

The professor left the crowd and came to Green, who was walking a few steps away and looking alone at the dark entrance to the corridor. The priest's eyes returned to the place where the monk disappeared just now. It could be seen from the deep and rapid rise and fall of his chest that his emotions had not completely calmed down.

"This is why the Church has always opposed the promotion of unnatural powers, including most miracles."

It's hard to tell whether his anger is towards that chaotic thing, his colleagues' faith that has been stirred, or his own limited abilities.

"All promotion of powerful forces that are beyond the reach of ordinary people is essentially caused by the softening of the soul and morality, and is no different from obedience to power. Believing in the power of the Father and believing in the Father are completely different."

It's really unwise to talk about theology to people in medical school, and it's a bit like playing the piano to others. But it seems that Green doesn't care who he talks to. He just explains his own ideas and doesn't need to specifically express his agreement.

Kraft nodded, "I agree with this. Concepts supported solely by return expectations are unstable, and most of them have hidden dangers."

"To be honest, I've seen a lot of this kind of stuff, and it's different every time, but the reactions of everyone I see are the same. You are the exception."

"." Green didn't express any further opinions, his desire to express was temporarily exhausted.

Kraft was already quite familiar with this state, and these people needed time to adjust to their worldview. He held the torch high and began to observe his surroundings out of boredom.

I have never seen such a large amount of black liquid crystals, which may also be called "black salt", laid out in this wide corridor without any hesitation, exerting the simplest inhibitory effect.

They melted collectively when the chaotic things arrived, and then condensed again, forming a beach of crystal clusters like the shores of the Dead Sea.

It should be a separation, and from here forward you will reach the real core of this labyrinth-like tomb complex.

According to the logic of ordinary tombs, this place is very suitable for painting and arranging long narrative relief murals for decoration and records. However, it has not been found so far. The answer can only be found in the real central area.

A large number of strange patterns occupy the precious corridor wall. One part is like a very dense spider web, radiating from a certain central point, while the other overlapping part of the pattern is carved into a shallower depth, with terrain-like curves and some regular blocks. host.

It seems that the carving is simple, but you can find that there are textures inside the lines to distinguish them from each other. Most of the radial lines are filled with horizontal stripe textures, while the latter are different, including rectangular grids, diagonal grids, dots, and cross stars. Crafts was a little dazzled by the various patterns.

But in many pictures, there is a wider strip passing through it, filled with horizontal stripe texture. I don’t know what it is.

Kraft looked at it for a long time, and his confusion gradually deepened. Although the previous figure drawings were abstract, he could still make sense of them, but these were really beyond the scope of his understanding.

"Oh, the colors are quite rich?" Green also looked over after noticing that Kraft had been staring at the wall.

"Color?" Kraft rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he and Greenlee must have an eye problem.

"Yeah, for example, the horizontal stripes are blue, the squares are black, and the small crosses are gold." Pointing to the lines on the wall, Green explained.

"How do you know what colors they represent?"

"I reviewed it when I was reading a book some time ago. It is often used in heraldry. You can't expect that every place with a heraldry can be painted, right?"

(End of this chapter)