Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 322: Misjudgment
It was an extremely terrifying and psychedelic scene. The support that supported life suddenly turned into thorns that bloomed from the inside out.

The shape was fixed in place, bloated and rigid, like a painted wood sculpture, its surface lifted up by the dense growths within, presenting a pattern of expanding and deepening dots with swollen purple lumps in between.

At a certain moment when the tension reached its limit, the skin was completely penetrated, and the liquid that had accumulated underneath sprayed out in the form of mist, forming a swirling, dense silk curtain.

The misplaced spikes, projected onto the curtain by the dying firelight, seemed to be still extending, making a sharp and abrupt sound like grinding teeth.

The shadow of the bone spur comes into view, and through the innate human ability to empathize, the fear is transmitted to the mind of the person who sees it, penetrating the courage that is on the verge of breaking before it is even formed.

Eyes that can look directly at the sword's edge will involuntarily wander and subconsciously avoid it.

The malicious source that caused the death did not even show up, just like a collector displaying his proudest collection, he would unroll the curtain at the right time, generously place it in front of the visitors, and enjoy the shock of these mortal souls.

Performative

There was only a pair of eyes that never moved away from the beginning to the end, or rather, never fell on the stage of the unveiling ceremony.

He hears the footsteps before the actors take the stage and sees the mechanism behind the extremely expressive visual display.

Something unreal and intangible, something that existed in a dimension imperceptible to ordinary senses, at some point touched that poor man.

It is not static, it is a flute, a rhythmic air current, carrying some recognizable regular fluctuations, as clean and clear as a bone stripped of tissue under radiation.

[Spiritual Body]

To be precise, it is a part of the spiritual body that transmits specifically directed waves to the target.

Although such fluctuations had never been induced in isolation before, the implication was clear—extreme osteogenesis.

The ability of deep organisms to rapidly build new skeletons, isolated and triggered in the wrong place and in the wrong way, can become lethal.

In terms of purpose, this is correct.

The previous conjecture was verified, and Kraft immediately made a judgment:
"Disperse, go separately!"

They absolutely cannot stay together. To this thing, there is no difference between one person and ten people. It is impossible to change the situation by stacking ordinary force.

The team no longer cared where the orders came from and fell apart the moment they heard the warning.

Green did not stop Kraft from interfering in his duties. After a brief eye contact, he seemed to be still immersed in the shock just now. He started two breaths late, and then hurriedly chose the most unwise direction and turned around and ran straight.

As if to lose weight, he even threw off his wet robe, but the reflective chain mail lining made his entire back flash, making it more conspicuous.

Kraft threw away the torch and rushed into the nearby fork in the road, trying his best to reduce his presence, and his figure immediately disappeared into the darkness.

He no longer noticed the spirit that cast the "spell". His brain was working at high speed while running, competing with his body for air to think about how to respond.

Is it possible that what we need to deal with is something invisible and intangible?

No, he immediately rejected this idea. In his past experience, there has never been a spiritual body that can exist independently of the physical body. Even those consciousnesses that control the fungi can only jump between the hyphae.

The empty skeleton seen before also shows that the other party is a entity, and it is an entity that needs to use human tissue like other deep creatures.

It was nearby, just not on the ground.

The dark dome background overhead was cut into strips, and the narrow field of view limited the observation angle. Something was moving in the blind spot above the rock wall.

It is quite large in size, and you can hear its high-frequency footsteps falling on the surface of the rock. The sound of it colliding with the bumps and depressions is like an eight-legged horse running, and it is as nimble and agile as a spider moving through a web.

[Solve it as soon as possible?] That thing is probably focusing on the nearby Green, so there is a chance that the problem can be solved in one go.

As soon as I thought of this, I didn't even need to try to activate it. The dim environment became clear in my mind, and the numerous rock walls were clear and unobstructed.

Separated by two rock walls, Green was slowing down, as if he was exhausted or trying to determine the direction.

But anyone with a little experience can see that his steps and breath are not disordered at all, and he is in a posture that can exert force to change his position at any time, which is especially suitable for suddenly turning back to give an unexpected scare to the pursuers behind.

Unfortunately, this time his opponent was not a human, and he failed to find the target despite hiding and looking back many times.

The others had already been led to an unknown direction by the fork in the road and completely disappeared from the range of perception.

Kraft also slowed down, moving along the rock wall that seemed about to collapse at any time, keeping pace with the other side.

The priest's fatigue was at least half feigned, and he really was almost unable to hold on.

He could clearly feel his extended spiritual body being stretched taut like a bowstring, the pain coursing through it humming and vibrating, and he had a premonition that it would break and take a sharp turn for the worse at any moment.

The intense mental activity is also reflected in the body, physical energy consumption is greatly increased, and every movement needs to fight against the real and false pain reflexes. The consciousness can no longer distinguish between the mental phantom pain and the real discomfort.

Maybe they are all real, or maybe the pain is just an illusion of life.

At least he was still conscious and could even be thankful that he didn't wear a set of lining armor. This thing was really useless and would restrict his mobility.

The damp and cold air felt like it burned his lungs. He tried his best to control the urge to gasp for air and inhaled slowly through his nose, maintaining a quiet and steady rhythm.

The "Sword in the Stone" is indeed still usable, but how many times it can be used is a question.

He must use every chance as if it were his last, and take action when the chances are as high as possible, even if this involves some risks.

Of course, the risk is not on him for now, but on Green.

Although they were unable to communicate, the priest still slowed down naturally, and from time to time he seemed to accidentally let the sword hit the stone surface while running, making a series of crisp sounds that clearly exposed his position.

The bait had been set, so there was no reason not to hook it. Kraft gritted his teeth and stretched out his spiritual senses, exploring upwards, hoping to find it before the thing made a move.

He felt that he had a clearer understanding of this perspective.

The perception range that was originally similar to vision and hearing has now become more like touch, some kind of physical touch, and his behavior is to stretch his arms in all directions and grope in the dark.

The boundary of perception is the farthest range that the fingertips can reach. You can only feel whether there is something, but cannot describe the specific shape, so it is vague.

The "hand" gropes blindly, transmitting shapes and outlines into consciousness.

Green, stone, water, stone, and stone.

The impromptu luring plan might have failed, maybe it didn't catch up?

The "fingertips" touched something, something similar to itself, something illusory and ethereal.

Kraft was stunned.

A wave, a wave that I had just seen, appeared on that thing and rushed straight towards it. The sound of horses galloping came from behind and above.

"Damn it, it's coming at me!"

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