Everyone in the team ran and followed the escaping light source through the stone doors.
After chasing for a short distance, Kraft belatedly discovered the problem with this behavior - they were in an unfamiliar environment, completely being led away by each other, and had no time to care about their surroundings.
Even if you don't encounter any preset traps, if you don't check it for a while, stragglers may get lost here.
He believed that Green was more aware of the danger, but they could not stop. The consequences of letting the other party warn might be worse. The best way was to catch the guy as soon as possible and end this chase that was full of potential risks.
They climbed over the coffins lying on the road, jumped up and down the steps, and the continuous sudden stops and changes of direction made their knees ache.
The tortuous distance is harder to close than imagined. The two sides seem to be not far away, but they are always far apart and cannot catch their backs.
The person being chased maintains an advantage by relying on his familiarity with the route. What is left behind him is the dim yellow light that quickly disappears, and the long and winding shadow cast on the wall, slithering like a snake around the doorway and around the corner.
The most difficult thing in the chasing process was for the trainee. Her stride distance was not long enough and she often needed three steps to catch up to others by two steps. Fortunately, her physical advantage kept her from falling behind.
This further diluted Kraft's energy, and he had to bear the responsibility of paying attention to the beginning and the end, and pay attention to whether there would be someone suddenly missing from the team.
A shout came from the front, causing layers of echoes in the complex space of connected stone chambers. This meant that the other party felt that he had reached a distance where his companions could hear him.
The ventilation consumed by the shouting interrupted the sentry's running rhythm. Green used an explosive acceleration to close the distance and stabbed his left leg with his sword.
The pagan staggered to the ground, fell down the stone steps in front, rolled and hit the side of the coffin in the center of the field, letting out a low wailing sound. Green approached and pulled his shoulder, and saw a face that lacked features and was dominated by fanatical emotions.
The latter caused his facial muscles to contort, revealing extreme excitement, which even briefly allowed him to overcome the physical pain and fear of the blade around his neck.
"What is this place?"
A burst of laughter that was so intense that it made his lips convulse sprayed from the other person's throat onto the priest's face. He laughed so hard that he coughed and twitched. He couldn't stop even if his skin was scratched, as if this question triggered the only part of the eroded brain.
The black humor that exists makes some kind of unusual and extreme mental mode dominate the body like a devil.
"Where?" the heretic repeated the question, the smile fixed on his face motionlessly, exaggerated and stiff as a mask.
Like a whisper, with the same stiff mouth shape, he spit out a word, as if he didn't care about the visitor knowing anything. Kraft read the mouth shape:
【Door】
"What door?"
The other party laughed exaggeratedly again. This time he choked on something. After coughing, he spat out half a broken tooth and said, "Heaven...the gate of heaven."
The priest understood this as a provocation and responded by continuing to press the sword deeper, but with little effect.
Some normal pain and fear appeared on that face, but they were quickly drowned by the solidified smile, "You guys came a little late, it has already picked them up, cough... But it doesn't matter, everyone is fine
Have the opportunity."
The consciousness in the body passed away at a speed far faster than the expression of the injury. After just a few words that did not match the preface and follow-up, the abnormal excitement quickly weakened, leaving only a gray and solid expression mask and a sense of relief.
Paranoia about a certain beautiful picture that he firmly believed in narcotized him, squeezing out the last bit of energy from his body.
It's over for the time being, but it's meaningless. The warning has been responded to, and footsteps can be felt coming from different directions and distances, making it difficult to determine the specific location.
They had expected this moment, but it was still nerve-wracking to trigger a full-scale defensive reaction. The teams lit torches and moved closer to each other, preparing for battle.
Crazy light and shadow danced in the cramped and tortuous space, approaching from all directions like a surge, one doorway after another, arriving in front of him, brandishing deadly weapons and malice without any rules or reservations.
The first thing to arrive was an axe, with a rusty and jagged blade and a new handle.
The long sword stabbed the attacker's body before it was raised to its highest position. The pain did not completely stop him from moving, and his deformed movements still tried to move the weapon towards the target.
The monk narrowly avoided a blow that might have taken off his shoulder. He drew his sword and stepped back, retreating into the protective range of his teammates, allowing others to help make up for the blow that completely disabled his opponent.
With a stereotyped and exaggerated smile, he fell in front of everyone.
This level of fanaticism causes far more psychological damage to people than just passing by an axe. There is no normal attachment to life, but an inexplicable sense of relief.
More enemies surged up from all directions, and the surrounding space quickly became noisy and lively.
The heretic's fearless attacks once caused considerable chaos. The Inquisition rarely encountered such opponents in gangs or money-seeking pagans. Most enemies would cower and collapse after being injured, but this time
The same fear is not seen at all on the enemy.
The intense emotions were aroused to a morbid level, coercing the nearly blind consciousness and body, and launched an attack on the fully armed professional armed forces in front of them.
Even though their equipment was extremely poor and crude, the danger was quite high. Even Kraft felt a little uncomfortable during the first encounter. This was completely different from the attacks he had encountered in the past.
These people who rush towards the team formation don't care about the benefits at all, they don't mind exchanging their lives for a little injury to their opponents, and they don't even care whether it has any effect.
It was as if they were the tide, the vanguard of the dark ocean, encouraged to beat the banks again and again.
However, limited space is not a disadvantage for disciplined personnel. The monks have enough courage and excellent leaders, which effectively stabilizes the battle line.
The cooperating Tribunal team quickly adapted to the situation after the initial impact, using the terrain to block the opponent in a narrow passage, limiting the area of contact with the enemy, and taking advantage of the length of the long sword's thrust.
Green and Kraft traveled everywhere and appeared where they were needed most, maintaining a delicate balance.
Perhaps being brave can cause suppression at a low level, but in the eyes of those who have reached a certain level of skill, it just provides more opportunities.
More chances to die.
Fortunately, there are one or two fish that slip through the defense line, and they will bump into the trainee members who are unable to cooperate due to short hands.
After a long journey through the sewers and mazes, Kraft felt extraordinarily awake and light, like a mud fish that had been dormant for a long time in the dry season and breathed the moisture of the rainy season again.
Once awarded, the self-summarized ideas are presented exactly when needed. Under the guidance of the excellent sense of space, they are released to the correct muscles and bones by the nervous system, and the weak bioelectrical signals are converted into efficient termination of the operation of another life system.
action.
Efficient, precise, and with a condescending indifference, it caused a slight shock to the consciousness.
【have some problem】
He failed to carefully trace the source of the feeling. In his dazed time, most of the waves coming from all directions in the mausoleum labyrinth fell under his feet.
The monks who received effective support did not collapse under the heavy pressure, and the battle line was stabilized.
They didn't have time to rejoice, they just felt that the surroundings became quiet too quickly, as if the sounds in the corridors dispersed like birds and beasts at the moment when the balance of the situation tilted towards them.
The ownerless torch burned silently on the ground, and the tide seemed to have receded.
No, that's just the tide. The real cold current is calm when it rises, spreading calmly, gloomily and irresistibly from the sea level.
After the commotion subsided, and no one noticed it, a strange sound blended into the background of heavy breathing.
It was a rather concentrated sound of metal friction and knocking, the sound of an army trudging through the swamp and gradually sinking, unsheathed sharp weapons coming into contact with armor and shields, and harsh scraping sounds bubbling in the mud.
But it was too dense, so dense that it seemed like they were all mixed together, filling the small space like a paste, and crawling around.
Green took out a small iron bottle and shook it vigorously by his ear. The sound coming from inside was dull and sticky.