The darkness in the bottle poured over, flowed into the throat through the lips and teeth, and slid into the depths of the digestive tract.
I didn't have time to taste the taste carefully. The thing was tasteless, or it had a concentrated taste of every substance in the world, but it still couldn't taste like a mouthful of water. It was extremely complex and at the same time extremely indifferent, and I couldn't find a single taste.
To describe something, it is similar to all things that have been spoken.
Before entering the stomach and the last trace of coolness is assimilated by the body temperature and disappears, the thoughts from the bottom of the heart are telling the drinker that if you want to understand, you must first touch it. The degree of certainty is comparable to reading the words with still wet ink on the paper copied by your own hand.
, without thinking or doubting.
The mouth of the bottle is still on my lips, waiting for the remaining liquid to fall, and incredible changes have already occurred.
She felt that the building made of rock became as fragile as tissue paper, as illusory as the bubbles of a half-awake dream, and could not bear her light weight.
This didn't make sense. Normally, the potion she drank should have an effect on her body. She was already prepared for stomach pain or pain in more places, but in fact, everything except herself was changing.
Before she could figure it out, everything seemed to be brittle and could no longer bear the weight of her body. The support shattered and her body fell vertically downwards.
It's like falling from the first floor of a building to the lower floor, but the scenery you see is still and the floor is not broken.
Color dots appear everywhere you look. They are bacteria that expand at a speed that is too fast to be seen, forming a strange shape and a size rarely seen in the world, swallowing up the walls and furniture.
She seemed to have touched the "floor", but her fall did not stop. The weak "floor" shattered the moment she touched it, and her body fell to the lower level. At the same time, some completely chaotic information flowed from her senses at high speed.
Pass.
The complex colors of those colorful mushrooms blasted in the ears, and the tip of the nose smelled the dull light spilling in from the cracks in the window. These contents combined with the high-speed descent create a mental nausea that makes people want to vomit out their internal organs and empty their abdominal cavity to relieve it.
feel.
Between the first and second floors, a soft white light and numerous gazes focused on her, but she quickly fell away, beyond the observable distance.
The growth of the fungus reached its peak, filling every inch of space, with the unclear sense of gaze flowing from before. Embedded in the fungus, the condensation with the same texture as the pendant glowed red when they arrived.
The fall continued, and she fell through several "floors" countless times. Those unreasonable contents filled her consciousness like prosperous fungi, crowding out the space for independent thinking.
The surrounding environment is undergoing the same drastic changes as the fall. The bacteria are flourishing and declining, drying up and decaying, and the permanent stone walls are crumbling. It seems like countless years have gone by in a blink of an eye, or it may be that time is going backwards, and everything is going to nothing.
Order and destruction return to a minimalist state.
The immature consciousness formed by only more than ten years of memory is not as good as a brick in the castle. When all this is over, I stand empty among the rubble on the desolate mountain ridge, unable to remember where I came from, so
Why? Like all the sand on the beach slipping away from your fingers, leaving only one or two grains
【I think……】
Yin Feng stood there sluggishly, still maintaining the movements she made when squeezing and drinking the liquid. Her instinct made her want to breathe, but there was no usual thin but full feeling pouring into her lungs. Her body could not capture the necessary energy to maintain operation.
substance.
She guessed that she might be suffocating. The little strength she had left was being taken away from her body bit by bit. There was one more thing she understood. It turned out that this was how suffocation slowly approached.
At this time, she should probably be afraid, regretful, afraid of death, regretful that she didn't listen to her parents' warnings - according to what she knew, this should be the case, but the "parents' warnings" were thinner in her memory than what she was inhaling now, and for death
fear...
[Man himself is in a kind of chronic death]
People who are paralyzed in bed die helplessly, and the vast majority of people are unable to resist everything around them and struggle in vain, like a drowning person on the boundless sea fluttering their hands to delay the arrival of their destined fate.
She remembered why she came here, the persistent idea cultivated in a short life of more than ten years. She did not want to accept the fate of "chronic suffocation" and needed a power beyond common sense, like a paralyzed person growing new limbs, and a drowning person growing both limbs.
Cheeks grow gills.
This thought drove her to move and look up, looking for where she fell.
There are no pavilions piercing through the layers above. Instead, there is just a huge, dark celestial body hanging high on the desolate land. Dense and unforgettable cracks are densely covered on the surface.
The feeling of falling came again, in the opposite direction. As I shuttled between "floors", the feeling of watching in the white light and the fungus also came again.
This time they came eagerly, wanting to catch this ride and go to the "upper level".
The remaining consciousness that longed for something unreasonable readily agreed and accepted him on the journey.
…
…
"I finally figured it out!" Kraft pushed away Coop's support and returned to the church in vain. He ordered the team to seal off the corridor on the second floor, and at the same time, he lifted Martin, who was weak in his feet, from upstairs.
There is nothing wrong with the "spell" invented by Edward. Even if the person who establishes contact with the deep creatures fails to resist its pull for a while, the most he can do is die cleanly without bothering others to collect the body.
But once this thing is actually used, two problems will arise.
The first one, what will happen after being used many times, or even dozens of times? Edward Kao has not considered this issue, Kraft does not know, and there is no follow-up progress part of the manuscript, but this one was discovered in another world and "angel"
"The believers who are carried away must not have thought about it, and they have not thought about it even once in the process of "sending people to Heavenly Father's Kingdom."
After devouring dozens of creepers, they became unprecedentedly large, and their proliferation may have exceeded the size of those bodies. Whether this is a factor of out-of-control cannot be determined.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The second question is, is there really only one kind of creature in the deep layer? The answer is obviously no. The deep layer is a very complex place, and the biological environment has significant regional characteristics.
There, the creeping creatures interact with other things that Heavenly Father doesn’t know what they are.
This may be the main reason for the loss of control, at least one of the reasons. Then the bacteria that took over the creeping organisms, those things that are suspected of being spiritual bodies, used this as a channel to come to the world, catalyze the growth of fungi on a large scale, and indiscriminately infect
Catching animals and plants, looking for bodies to host.
Fortunately, perhaps because creepers have similar origins with human tissue, they chose human bodies. Otherwise, if a brown bear controlled by parasitism pops up here, things will develop differently.
However, the vast majority of fungal species are actually not suitable for infecting the human body. In addition to slowly changing the environment and relying on the inhalation of high concentrations of spores, I am afraid that only some people with low immunity will have permanent fungal infections, such as human immunodeficiency virus, or...tuberculosis.
Kraft probably guessed what was moving during the Duke's two lung percussions.
That was a very lucky individual. When the old Duke traveled around the territory, came here for vacation and tasted fungi, he found a living host that had been carrying the fungus for a long time. He enjoyed the rare host and fungal coexistence conditions and was taken everywhere.
.
And now, Kraft is going to meet the culprit sitting behind the desk again.
When he sensed someone entering the study, he still seemed to want to pretend to be immobile and try his best, but the person standing at the door made him take the initiative to raise his head again.
Although there are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, it is not difficult to know from his actions that he has a clear sense of autonomy and can also identify the person coming. The reappearance of the victim caused him some confusion, and then his chest swelled, preparing to use that breath again
.
"Breathing requires a closed chest to create negative pressure." Kraft raised his hand and pointed a cocked crossbow at the guy who didn't need to recite a spell to cast a spell, but still needed a lot of lung capacity. He released the machine expander.
.
"You can see on his chest how the external intercostal muscles lift up to expand the volume of the chest cavity. We will have the opportunity to explain this in detail in the future, but there are very few opportunities to see it with our own eyes."
The small arrow with the thickness of a pen plunged into the target that he was trying to inflate, interrupting his inflation process. A small stream of spores erupted from the tail of the hollow arrow shaft. He persisted and wanted to continue, but the second arrow that pierced his right lung was completely severed.
Got this idea.
"Times have not changed. Your Excellency, 'Spellcaster', spells are no match for flying. If your master has given you any other moves, feel free to use them and try them."
This frivolous attitude towards the Heavenly Father had an obvious irritating effect, and he struggled to sit up from his chair, growling incomprehensibly as his lungs leaked air.
Craft, who felt that extra insurance was needed, nodded to Coop, who picked up the winch crossbow and flew out a heavy arrow against the armor, pinning the opponent to the back of the chair.
Seeing that there was no hope of resistance, the coral horn-like mushroom crown was held high, and it was as gorgeous as the body of a priest in a ceremony. Like the legendary saints who still practice their teachings even when they are dying, they reached out to their chests and tried to draw an imaginary circle with a pen.
A very weak, almost breath-like feeling of air swept through the room, passing through various objects without any obstacles, reminding Kraft of his own mental organ, except that the range was much smaller and weaker.
Hardly felt.
As if he had received a huge shock, the movement of drawing the virtual circle was terminated, and the remaining part of the face covered with scales twisted into some unclear, but indeed identifiable "surprise" expression.
"..."
A fainter sound, but this time different from before, still with a strange pitch, may be distinguishable from normal Norse development.
"What?" He didn't expect that irritation would bring unexpected joy. Kraft cautiously did not get closer and pricked up his ears to hear what was being said. Even if it was a curse, it might be of some use.
"...Say to them, do not be afraid...I am telling you..." The sentence came out intermittently from the sick throat, but he tried his best to pronounce it in a standard way, word by word, as if he had prepared a lot
Again, "It is news of great joy...that concerns all people."
It wasn't a curse or anything like that, it was probably a certain passage from the holy book. He couldn't finish reciting it, and his body fell down without any support. His head hit the table and the germs scattered to pieces.