Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 277 Main Tomb Chamber

The controlled monk had just recovered his breath and was in a state of chaos, as if he had just had a weird dream and done some absurd things with clear logic, only to wake up and find that they were all true, and he was trapped by his colleagues. His hands followed him passively, and there was an extra Grimm's holy symbol hanging around his neck to ward off evil spirits.

"I think, actually, we don't have to go in now." Green felt a pressure acting on himself, perhaps because of the psychological effect of knowing that there were tens of thousands of tons of water above them.

Just like the feeling after a poor performance assessment before the results are announced, countless details suggest that people have vague assumptions about the results, giving some ominous foreshadowing.

Maybe the specific form of expression will be different, but in short, it will definitely be something you don't want to see. Combined with the burnt smell you smell at the moment, you can imagine that the scene inside will definitely not be good-looking.

"Otherwise? Just go back the way you came, before you figure out where that thing appeared from?" Kraft combed through his memory and made sure to put the map on the wall into a storage place in his mind for later use.

He observed the door in front of him. This heavy stone door opened to the corridor. Its clean surface was unadorned, and there were no locking structures or force points. The fit is quite good, and you can also find the clay-like sealing material between the coffins and coffins on the side, which hardened after being baked.

It should be to prevent entry from this side, it is rarely opened, or it is designed so that it is not considered to be opened again, like a sealed coffin, locking things that you don't want to see again in a space that cannot see the light of day forever.

But the coffin was opened, and so was the door.

A funnel-shaped hole was drilled from the center. A series of chiseling marks penetrated the stone door, which was about a palm wide in cross-section. Something was inserted to push open the top door stone behind it.

"Should I go first?" Seeing Green's slight hesitation, Kraft proactively suggested.

Although the smell was quite bad, I didn't feel anything strange, but the smell was very similar to what I had smelled before.

He thought back for a moment and realized that it was outside the dome fire scene of Dunling University. The scorched and carbonized atmosphere could not be completely removed even long after the burning ended.

Kraft stretched the torch forward, then stepped into the door, stepped over the fallen stone slabs, stood there for a few seconds without anything happening, turned around, held the torch high, and waved to the others.

The back of the stone gate is much more refined. There are two tall guard statues on two sides. One is holding a sword and looking straight at it, while the other is holding a sphere with both hands. The sphere is wrapped with a jeweled strip and has wing-shaped ornaments on both sides.

The cascading arches above the statue have different figures nested in multiple layers. The outermost layer is mortals in different costumes and saints leading the crowd. The next layer is little angels throwing petals to bless. The inner circle is the guardian of heaven holding weapons. Otherwise, the central part was damaged and simply smashed.

Green, who followed him in, became very excited when he saw this set of things, and he didn't even pay attention to the strange looks passed between the monks.

"What is that?" Kraft pointed to the ball in the statue's hand. Something that could replace the weapon in his hand would probably have a different identity.

"apple."

"apple?"

It sounds like some kind of industry term, but it’s hard to associate it with the sweet and sour fruit that can be stuffed into your mouth.

"The popular name is like this. The official name is 'Treasure Ball', or you can also call it." The priest paused, as if he felt that the evidence was too sufficient and there was no need to look for other possibilities, so he continued.

"The King's Apple."

The mystery that had been in front of them for a long time was revealed. It took them a long time to verify it from physical evidence to data. Until this moment, it had long lost its novelty, and only the helplessness when the most ridiculous result was proved. “You rarely see it because most of the time it only appears with two other things – the scepter and the crown.”

"The crown and scepter are symbols of the monarch's power, and the orb is usually given to the king by the church." He directly avoided the meaning of the orb and did not want to mention it specifically.

"To be precise, it is always awarded by the person who best represents authority in the entire kingdom."

【archbishop】

Although the appearance and the gods have been separated for a long time, it is undeniable that the history of the kingship and theocracy in this land is one. They rose miraculously in that era, sharing the spirit and body of North, and also sharing the common secrets.

They appear in their respective memories, the kingdom is recorded in the church's murals, and the clergy are also engraved in the reliefs here, including the most authoritative one.

If the royal family has dipped deep in the river of chaos, the church has more than just wet shoes.

In retrospect, the hesitant attitude of the church's upper echelons, especially the archbishop, towards the proposal to go further into the sewers to search for heretics became extremely suspicious. Even if they were not involved, they were at least aware of part of the inside story.

"Listen, I don't want to hear anyone talking about these things anywhere." Green's menacing gaze swept across the faces of all the monks and looked at them one by one. "No matter what you think, believe me, then It’s just going to be big trouble.”

But the monks' minds were completely confused by what they saw, and they only nodded subconsciously.

As they entered and spread out, it was a partially illuminated, nearly circular space roughly the size of a chapel hall, held up by hemispherical vaults.

It was originally supposed to be empty, reflecting the status of the owner of the tomb, but the intruders obviously had no idea of ​​​​keeping it tidy and made the environment quite messy.

A large number of wooden tabletops were assembled here. After losing their use value, they were split directly on the spot. They were added to the incineration and destruction process as part of the fuel and became part of the blackened carbon pile. This is where most of the smells smelled outside come from.

The ash pile is composed of wood charcoal, a large amount of black carbide of unknown origin, and a small amount of calcium. After repeated burning, it grows larger and larger, as if things in the charcoal fire are crawling outward in the high temperature.

The few long tables that were still intact were soaked in the oxidized and greasy color, and the gaps formed by the cutting revealed the reddish-brown color of decay.

Those people left in a hurry, and they may not have cared about whether they had finished packing, and directly threw some tools on the table.

Craft found a bone saw, two orthopedic pliers, and several blackened retractors, all of which were large and had been slightly deformed by incorrect handling or overuse.

There are also several surgical anatomy knives with broken blades. These days, there is no blade replacement function, so they can be considered completely scrapped.

The coffin, which is not gorgeous but quite solemn, is placed in the center of the stone chamber. A human figure covered in a black hooded robe is leaning to the side. The body under the cloth is thin and tall, and the chest has no rise and fall.

Green did not dare to take risks, so he first asked the monk to shoot an arrow with a crossbow, and after confirming that there was no reaction, he approached cautiously.

Kraft stopped him and pointed at the humanoid's upper limbs resting on the ground. The folds of the sleeves had suspiciously small rhythmic changes, but they were not like movements that could be produced by the arm muscles.

(End of this chapter)