"A group of pagan patterns like a honeycomb, maybe on the wall, overhead, on the ground, or in some dug hole, in the sewer, anywhere where those rat-like blasphemers can get in. I need you.
Find it."
In front of the half-buried arch entrance, Green clarified the search target for the last time to ensure that his intentions were conveyed in place.
"At least two people should walk together. Just like entering the sewer, remember the return route. If you can't remember, make a mark and pull the rope. I don't want to waste time looking for the person who lost me."
A total of more than ten people were summoned here, carrying lanterns, torches, and their own weapons.
They did not raise any objections to the request to crawl into the tomb to search for an unknown pagan figure, and without any unnecessary conversation, they accepted the order and walked into the spiral downward corridor one after another, leaving two people behind to guard the entrance.
The biggest blasphemer on the scene cast an envious look, watching Green's people disappear in the spiral downward stairs, thinking of his own society with a small number of people. In terms of discipline alone, this group of church tribunal personnel is better than those in Vis
The elite investigation team assembled by Te Min was better.
"Is this okay?"
"As long as your inference is correct, there is no need to worry. This is not the first time we have done this kind of work." Green took the lantern and hung another one on his waist, and handed the two torches to Wading to carry, "
Sooner or later, but it'll take some time, and I'm not going to watch while my people do their work."
"I thought it was crowded enough down there." Even as he said this, Kraft had already begun to take off his inconvenient burqa and lit the lamp.
"The Lord said that laziness is the original sin, and those who indulge in comfort cannot ascend to the kingdom of heaven." Green took the first step and stepped into the shadow of the tomb.
It is indeed more convenient to do things when there are more people than when there are fewer people. Not to mention the efficiency issue, the atmosphere alone has been greatly improved.
The moving footsteps of fire filled the tomb corridor, pushing the coldness of the space into the corners and curling up into the gaps between the bones, so that when passing the person in front of you sideways, you would still feel a little stuffy.
The monks of the church skillfully used their weapons and weights to hit anything they felt was inappropriate, including the holy emblem stone embedded at the end of the stairs.
After entering the tomb converted from the quarry, they spread out, put their lanterns in front of the niches, rummaged through the remains with traces of human movement, illuminated the four walls of each stone chamber, and looked behind the bone wall through the gaps.
"Father Green, come and take a look here!"
It didn't take long before several repeated calls brought Green and Kraft into a stone chamber.
A monk inserted his sword into the long bone wall of the room, reaching the gauntlet. He did not rush to take the next step, but looked at the priest solicitingly.
"Tear it apart." Green nodded.
As the long sword was drawn out, a gap appeared in the intact pile of pieces. The professionals of the Tribunal successfully expanded it and retreated just before it collapsed, avoiding the scattered bones.
A narrow door was revealed, but Green showed a hint of disappointment when he saw it.
"No, this looks impossible." He reached into the door with a lantern, illuminating the cramped space that was difficult to stand upright, and then ducked in. Kraft looked out curiously, only to see a stone coffin placed in the middle.
Green pushed open the coffin lid, covered his face to avoid the dust, quickly reset it after a brief inspection, and got out, "I knew it was just an ordinary tomb."
"There are some valuable burial objects, so they should be better hidden. It will only cause us trouble. Keep looking."
The progress of the search is not ideal. As you dig deeper, you will find that the appropriated quarry has not been well planned. It looks like upside-down trees growing haphazardly underground. There are branches and large and small stone chambers branching off from the main road. The quality of the stone is not ideal.
Then look for another direction, or dig deeper.
The corridor is sometimes narrow and sometimes wide, and the cutting lines are folded into various uncomfortable angles at abrupt corners. Removing the unevenness left by the stone will produce a weird illusion like an inversion during periods of visual fatigue.
The stone niche gradually expanded and was filled with an astonishing number of bones that were difficult to detect. Some monks tried to use the sword blade to explore the cavity behind, but after taking apart the surface layer, they found that it was the inner layer that accommodates fragile and thin bones.
After losing its restraint, it poured into the channel like quicksand and gravel, up to his ankles.
This makes identification difficult, as those ancient skeletons obscure the true appearance of the tunnel and continue to appear in the field of vision.
The voices of the companions became increasingly unclear in the scattered underground maze. Occasionally, a seemingly hidden space was discovered again, and then it was proved to be meaningless. One could only roughly notice that the team was gradually moving forward and downward.
, or have already lost their sense of direction in each corner.
Green noticed the accumulated mental exhaustion and called the team to take a short rest in a stone room. He asked that they must make a mark before proceeding, and took out the prepared rope roll.
When they separated again, the monk who had walked away tied a knot with a thin rope on a relatively strong femur, held the rope roll and squeezed sideways into a narrow passage that widened on the side. Kraft and Green continued along the
Probably exploring the direction of the main road.
They were probably the first people to descend here after the cemetery was formed, Kraft thought. In fact, he could no longer tell the difference between the corridors. Perhaps he only realized that he had strayed into a tunnel that was too deep until he hit a dead end.
branch.
The conversation began to decrease, and one could notice that Green's breathing began to become deep and long, the kind of rhythm that occurs when the space is so narrow that it creates a sense of oppression.
In fact, they can still walk normally, but they still feel that the long bones are woven into the mucous membrane on the inner wall of the channel, and the changes in width are like the intestines pushing chyme.
"Stop, Green, stop!" Kraft shouted, his voice sounding like it was coming from the water due to fatigue, and it took several seconds to be heard clearly after it traveled heavily.
"What's wrong?"
"I heard a noise."
Green calmed his breathing, raised his ears and listened to the voice Kraft said. He passed through rock cracks and several turns in the tunnel and reached their location with difficulty. It seemed to be the call of a monk.
"In addition, you should rest more. We'd better stay in good spirits throughout the process."
Several people turned back following the sound and found the two monks who were shouting out of breath. They were staying in half of the stone chamber when they saw Green rushing over and pointing out of breath to the other half that was not yet completed.
At first glance, it appears to be an extension of a rock crack, diagonally slicing through the wall. The craftsmen abandoned the stone chamber due to structural instability during the excavation.
But on the other side of the black fissure, if you look closely, you can clearly see that there are regular masonry blocks stacked on top of each other, showing clear artificial traces, and the dark atmosphere of dampness and decay is escaping.
"We also found this." The monk picked out a piece of burial utensils that were broken into a ball on the ground and mixed with bones and handed it over.
It seemed to be part of a small clay pot, but it looked slightly new upon closer inspection. Green put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, then handed it to Kraft with doubts and motioned for him to take a look.
The fingertips rubbed the remnants of some kind of thick and viscous liquid on one side, and Kraft almost threw it away. Before that, his memory matched him with the identity of the thing when it was intact.