Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 325 Professor
Kraft quickly jumped out from his hiding place and rushed to the place where the heavy body fell to the ground.

There is no way of knowing what effect the "spell" just now has produced, but it is certain that there is no need to worry about counterattacks at least in the short term.

He broke into the realm of that spirit and felt that it was in complete chaos, flailing blindly like a drowning sheep, with only a loose form maintained by the collective unconscious.

Although it is still terrifyingly huge, an invisible behemoth in the void, the sinister will that controls it has disappeared, collapsed due to the disorder of its material body.

Even so, we cannot hastily declare him dead too early.

This is the most dangerous opponent Kraft has ever known. He will never be able to let go of his fear until he sees his true form and inflicts absolutely fatal macro-level damage.

Apparently there was more than one person who thought so, for the clanking sound of metal collisions followed closely behind, moving in the same direction without reservation, and the heavy breathing of the survivors could be heard through the wall.

Finally, they saw each other again at the other end of a passage, and also saw that "thing".

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Consciousness is either rising or sinking, in fact you can no longer tell the difference between the two.

The previous concept of direction had long ago become flat and cramped, and like the flattened memories of the past, it gradually faded away. Of course, these concepts are still preserved in my mind, but among the piles of new paper, a light old manuscript is rarely noticed.

New senses bring new directions, like a slug crawling in the mud discovering a climbing pea vine.

Although the consciousness cannot fully comprehend that dimension, the body and mind are already able to move in that non-existent direction without the need for flexion or extension of the limbs.

You call it "floating up" and "sinking", but you know that it has nothing to do with up and down. It's just that the low-level communication method created by low-level senses naturally lacks suitable reference methods, and you have to use this method of communication to explain it to them.

Needless to say, the difficulty is just like making a blind person recognize colors or a deaf person understand music. The information is distorted and deformed beyond recognition during the transmission, and is even more unrecognizable than a corrupted corpse dissected by the worst novice.

Fortunately, you no longer have to be troubled by this problem and can devote more energy to more important things.

Academic research.

From a certain point in time in my memory, inspiration began to surge uncontrollably. The wall that had stood tall and unshakable, infinitely high and wide, and had blocked off more than a dozen generations of people, collapsed with a slight push.

The view before my eyes suddenly became clear, and the moonlight penetrated the fog called ignorance, illuminating a scene that I had never seen before.

You look down at the puzzle that has troubled you for half your life, just like looking down at a flat blueprint. Those church people like to give it sacredness, calling it the most outstanding work of the Heavenly Father, a perfect existence.

And you know, the sloppy design led to all kinds of strange and large and small faults during operation, and irreversible chain errors often occurred, causing the operation time that should have lasted for decades to end prematurely.

The crude cage imprisons the soul in a narrow cell, where it endures terrible torture.

This torture will continue endlessly, as the pathetic race reproduces, and is repeated on one individual after another, until, after thousands of years, someone completely solves the bottomless puzzle called life, or there will never be a chance again.

The more I learned, the more I realized that this was not something that could be solved through academic research that was like children's role-playing games. Children could take apart a bug a hundred or a thousand times, but they would never understand how the thing actually worked.

The course of one's own life is nothing compared to the puzzle, not to mention the religious figures who always stand in the way of great causes.

Yes, those people are smarter than you think, and it took them some time to discover your fake death. This is not surprising, you didn't intend to rely on those temporary corpses for long. Thanks to the church's ban, it is difficult to find a source, let alone find one with the right size and gender.

Their subsequent sharpness was a little surprising. But it was only a little bit. Looking back, maybe it was something Kalman did. Your long-lost disciple finally lost his determination in a remote place and lost the idea of ​​taking risks for the greater good.

You were honestly surprised when he pulled out the short blade made of black stone and tried to stop you, but it was obvious that he didn't understand why you could see what was behind you.

Since he would do that, it is normal for him to have other ideas earlier. Fortunately, you will not have any second thoughts now.

You have to throw out some unimportant people and let them cause trouble for the pursuers who are following you. Anyway, those guys who just see the superficial surface and forget themselves are not as good as Kalman. At least the latter understands what your real business is.

cause.

You chew on this word, savoring its more complex flavor than the depth. It runs through the life of that ordinary person, from the time he learned to speak to the time he took over the burden of the academy, and then like every predecessor, he stopped at that high wall and could not move forward.

And now, you have taken the first step in the right direction, the first step towards erasing the concept of disease completely.

Of course, the power of one person is far from enough, even if you add Kalman, all your followers, and the pioneers on this path, it is still not enough. It takes more, countless individuals, to unite as one, to break through that boundary, to return to the source of this power, to its side, the one that has always been haunting...

【moonlight】

You don't know why you suddenly have so many thoughts. Your consciousness seems to be thrown into a long gallery, browsing an exhibition with yourself as the theme. The works become more and more bizarre as you go on, painted in fascinating psychedelic colors.

Disciples, colleagues, apprentices, followers, and a few unfamiliar faces followed him, with their heads hung and not saying a word.

They don't seem to be here. You instinctively feel that this is your space, but it seems nothing is wrong. Every time you take a step forward, they also take a step forward exactly, in an incredibly coordinated way, like puppets pulled by the same string.

You continue to move forward, and are surprised to find that you can feel the feedback of each person's shoes stepping on the thick carpet. Your vision is sometimes on yourself, and sometimes on the crowd, staring at the lint and tea stains under your feet.

The endless corridor suddenly ended in front, with a blank picture frame hanging in the middle of the wall at the end.

Your consciousness tries to reach out and touch it, but fails; you try to recall how you got here, but your memory is like a key that fell into the cracks in the wooden floor and disappeared.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached. Someone was running, more than one person, and the sound sounded like hard boot soles hitting gravel, not the quiet, sound-absorbing thick carpet here.

You tried to turn your head away in confusion, but your body did not respond to your thoughts and your vision was fixed on the picture frame in front of you.

At this moment when his attention was distracted, the blank space had actually been filled with color, outlining an image that could perhaps be described as perfect to the point of being deformed.

It has a pale complexion, eight well-proportioned lower limbs with four joints, controlled by delicate and complex muscle groups, and a sole composed of three sets of keratinized toes, allowing it to move stably and quickly on any surface.

Two sets of arteriovenous circulation networks constitute the supply of this motor system, ensuring that in the event of blockage or injury, collateral circulation and another set of maintenance needs can be achieved. Important large branches are protected under thick muscle bundles.

He has a human upper body, and his four upper limbs are not restricted by the shoulder joints and can rotate freely to the back, or in other words, he does not have a real back at all.

Dozens of slender and flexible fingers fully utilize the space extended by the metacarpal bones. Each finger has at least two identifiable structures that should be the "thumb", allowing it to grasp anything in both forward and reverse ways without obstacles.

A circle of crystal-like protrusions of stone grew on that head, serving as His pale crown. The gem-like eyes inlaid around it might have come from the eyeless face on the chest and abdomen. They merged with each other, pushing the solidified expression of ecstasy to a surrealist peak.

Two crude weapons destroyed the painting. One penetrated the eyeball and pierced into the upper cranial fossa, which is occupied by a large number of visual pathways and counterintuitively does not have many lethal structures.

The truly fatal sword cut open the chest and face, penetrated through the only remaining movable gap between the rib plates, pierced the two temporarily stopped hearts, and then, with the weight of the pressure, passed horizontally through the intervertebral discs and hit obliquely the spinal cord that was too enlarged to regulate this complex body.

My increasingly slow mind analyzed those faces; they looked very familiar, and several names were on the tip of my tongue.

There was no more time, the exhibition had ended, and the opaque black curtain was lowered, blocking out all light.

You are witnessing the end of an extraordinary work. Although it is not perfect, the subject of the painting is not bad for Him. No life can escape this ending.

【die】

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"It's dead?"

"Probably." Kraft stepped back and observed for a while. He felt that the spirit body of this thing was rapidly declining. Within just a few breaths, it completely disappeared from his perception.

He returned to the corpse, struggled to pull out the long sword that was bitten by the plate-like mutant ribs, and stabbed it again at a different angle to make sure that the structure suspected to be the new central nervous system hidden in the chest cavity was completely severed.

Rationally speaking, he didn't think this thing had any chance of fighting back.

Overactivation of the myocardial sodium-potassium pump should lead to high potassium and low sodium in the cells, causing a series of tricky situations such as loss of excitability, ectopic pacing, conduction block, atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, etc. that make the ECG room and cardiology department scratch their bald scalp.

If it is a calcium disorder, the situation is even worse. It is hard to imagine that any muscle can function under abnormal calcium concentration. The result is also shutdown.

The dual circulation system is fundamentally invalid, not to mention the problems that may arise in other organizations.

But emotionally, no matter how sophisticated the theoretical analysis is, it is not as reassuring as stabbing people with a few more swords.

He couldn't wait to cut off his spiritual senses and allow the crowded and oppressive world to swallow up his consciousness.