Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 324 Beyond Visual Range Combat

A terrible idea, cast into the spiritual body by consciousness, arouses regular fluctuations.

Those were the fluctuations once stimulated by digitalis injection in deep biological samples. When needed, they were called out from memory and converted into specific rhythms.

The feeling of imitating it is like playing the ubiquitous piano keys with hundreds of fingers, but the mind does not understand the meaning of the "music score", but just reproduces it rigidly according to the record, as if an illiterate person is copying a string of symbols that he cannot understand at all from a copybook.

The actual operation was far more difficult than imagined, no less difficult than picking up a container with no weight feedback. The liquid surface that had overflowed the edge was maintained entirely by tension, and there were dangerous ripples.

The consciousness tries its best to control it within a small part of the outer periphery of the mental body. It is something far more terrifying than the thickest acid or the deadliest toxin.

Reality wrinkles slightly under its stain, becoming hazy and contrary to common sense in some aspects.

It is a pathogen that invades reality. Once it comes into contact with the target, it will exert a targeted effect and distort physiological laws in a specific direction.

No living body would wish to come into contact with this stuff, and even if he had doubts about its effectiveness, Kraft had no desire to try it himself.

What he needed now was an opportunity. He had to contact the spirit again at a distance that was neither too far nor too close. It would be best if he made a surprise attack and took the initiative to launch this wave of "spell" into the opponent when the opponent was unprepared, just like every deadly arrow shot from behind.

But this is too difficult for a party that is at a disadvantage in mobility and information.

He would have to spend a lot of time groping around in this maze before he could have a chance to counterattack without taking the initiative.

Both his physical and mental state showed that he didn't have much time. Maintaining the "mantra" while taking care of other things was as difficult as running a 1,000-meter physical test and then playing the harmonica while performing surgery, and he had never been good at music and rhythm.

[Someone needs to help]

Almost as soon as this thought came to his mind, he noticed a metallic knocking sound not far away.

That was the noise of someone moving among the rocks, with the weapon hanging from his waist occasionally colliding with the stone wall. It was as abrupt as a gold coin jumping on the street, and every ear that heard it would be involuntarily attracted.

Including Kraft.

He caught the signal in time and reached a consensus with the sender without the need for communication.

Only one person would have the courage and thinking ability to do such an act in this situation, complete the part of the promise, and not care whether the other party can understand and cooperate.

A firm will only does what you think is most reasonable and will not be disturbed by other things.

"Honestly, we have to admit that sometimes the church's standards are far above average." Kraft moved, using his newly accumulated strength to move closer to the metallic sound.

Even in the most absurd and ridiculous dreams in the past, it would be difficult to dream of such a thing: the perfect cooperation between the professors of the medical school and the priests of the Inquisition.

He arched his torso, trying to hide himself in a place that could be sheltered by the angle of the rock wall, controlling his pace and placing his feet at the quietest and most cunning spot just like a big cat.

The advantage of not wearing armor was apparent, and as long as he wished, he could become a silent shadow.

The clanking metal sound is intermittent, becoming a beacon light that appears and disappears in the rocky waves, providing a choice for the blindly wandering consciousness, an irresistible attraction like a whirlpool.

This has nothing to do with intelligence or logic. As long as there is only one button in front of you, you will click it, even if you don’t know the result.

Movement and choice are the instincts of life, and perhaps only death can make them reject this instinct.

The spirit body caressed the intricate corridors, which were wrapped layer by layer and coiled in long arcs. The darkness above the head also curled and rotated with the movement, giving people the illusion of walking in fingerprints, with some kind of grand and distant will looking down at the tiny things at the fingertips. The perception of gravity was decreasing, and the boundaries between up and down became unclear. The feet seemed not to be their own, and they moved like puppets.

He was not sure if this was caused by excessive fatigue. Everything was fading away, as if sinking in clear water. All senses except the spiritual touch became blurred. Soft darkness came from behind, covering his ears. The crisp sound of metal collision was mixed into a rough and ambiguous tone like dough.

The burning pain in the trachea turned into a heavy numbness, blocking the sense of flow brought by the air in and out. If the chest was not still rising and falling, the consciousness would not even be able to be sure that he was still breathing.

The spiritual body, on the other hand, was just the opposite. It stretched and opened, accommodating the dangerous fluctuations while groping outwards.

Green appeared in the perception, hitting the rock wall with the metal plate on the head of the scabbard, muttering something.

It should be a prayer, because there is no hesitation in the lip movements. It is the kind of prayer that has been practiced thousands of times and is so smooth and fluent that it does not require deliberate memorization and is as natural as breathing.

His arms were shaking slightly uncontrollably, the knuckles of his palms welded to the weapons were bulging, and fear was flowing through his taut skin, attacking him from the darkness and the unknown from every angle.

Kraft knew where he was, but he didn't know Kraft's location, and couldn't be sure if the plan was still being implemented.

The high pressure combined with the unknown, distortion, fear and death can turn a battle-hardened veteran into a trembling quail and a staunch believer into a crazy heretic. Reason is fragile and powerless in the face of such power, even more vulnerable than wood infested with termites.

But not with this person, not at this moment.

Green took another step forward, which brought him completely into the range of perception, and the scabbard struck the rock wall again, the sound transcending the high wall.

Kraft almost felt that he saw the sound waves formed by the vibration and compression of the air, rippling and spreading.

So here comes that thing.

The sound of the horses trampling on the ground was like four doors opening, and strange messengers appeared from them, carrying symbols of death and the end.

It did not hide anything, perhaps because the fragility of this group of mortals was no different from the previous one, which gave it enough confidence. After all, there was no need to hide that it could crush a few small insects with its fingers.

Green slowed down his pace and fumbled in his collar for a while, looking for something, but found nothing. He shook his head helplessly, drew a circle on his chest, and stood on the ground with his sword drawn. What he wanted to do was done.

The illusory touch invaded the spiritual body's perception field from the direction of the horse's hooves sound, and waves were brewing within it, ready to go.

Obviously, the other party also noticed the contact. After a slight pause, it immediately shifted its target and invaded the perception field. The wave quickly weaved into shape.

It was a step too late and did not realize that what it touched was not a pool of still water, but a dangerous shoal with strange undercurrents.

While he was still hesitating whether to withdraw or seize this opportunity, the undercurrent wrapped around his "fingertips", and the pure and clear wave was completely projected in the opposite direction through the contact, approaching like a drop of ink.

It is surprised, and it should be surprised, that the magic shaped by such profound cognition, far beyond those primitive and crude uses, close to revealing the deepest mysteries of life, would be regarded by the times as an extraordinary skill of a madman's delusion.

How many people have gone so deep to get a glimpse of it. It would rather believe that the fluctuations in the spiritual body are just the other party's despair and imitation of the form but soullessness. After all, that kind of fluctuation did not cause any pain when it came into contact with the body.

So it hesitated for a moment.

A moment forever.

The galloping of the horses stopped, and before the heavy sound of falling to the ground, Kraft heard a roar that was cut off halfway. Compared with those things, it seemed closer to frightened humans.