The eerie silence. The hollow echo of water droplets falling, the soft sound of suspected biological activity, and the crackle of distant flames were all swallowed up by something approaching and disappeared one by one.
It was only then that they discovered that this underground world was originally very lively, and a variety of small noises constituted people's auditory perception of the surroundings.
The background sound in one direction disappeared, replaced by the sound of mucus enveloping metal parts, gradually overpowering the breathing of his companions, and getting closer and closer.
It is difficult to recognize it as an individual, and there are no normal signs of movement in the approaching process. It is like a wall or a slow wave pressing in, sucking in everything it comes into contact with.
It seems to have an entity, but people cannot have a concrete concept of its image through hearing, and it is in a state of chaos that is difficult to understand.
A force that cannot be ignored is released from this chaos, and the metal stirred in it squeezes and rubs against the stone wall with the movement, making a harsh noise like a suppressed scream, awakening human beings' primitive instinct to avoid such sharp signals.
Across two doorways, the light there dimmed, and the torch left on the ground was extinguished. The darkness advancing in sync with the silence took on a surging shape, studded with sharp and flaky impurities, like the joints mixed in the cold wave foam.
, broken shell.
The small iron bottle detector no longer makes any sound, and the content has a solid feel like wet sand, making it feel heavy in the hand.
Green paused for a few seconds to complete his understanding of the current situation. If he remembered correctly, according to the instructions, this meant that a supernatural force had appeared near them, and it was huge.
Translated into a more concise way, it is - run.
But when he turned to the professor, he found that he was intently observing the approaching darkness, seeming to be attracted by it.
"Craft!" There was no time to use the honorific. The priest called him by his first name, hoping that he would give advice on the current situation as soon as possible.
Contrary to what he expected, the professor did not show even the slightest tendency to indulge. He quickly turned his head and asked, "How much gas did you bring?"
He ignored Green, who was slightly stunned to calculate the amount of fuel, and directly made the decision for him, "Throw one can away first."
"Where?"
"Throw it over there, don't be too precise, now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Green untied a can of grease, unscrewed the stopper, and threw it into the adjacent room.
The clever technique prevented the liquid from spilling much in mid-air. The tank drew an arc in the air and came into contact with something approaching outside the light.
There was no collision, and the jar body stagnated in the darkness, like a flying insect stuck to a flytrap, being wrapped, squeezed, and shattered with a crisp sound. The disgusting grunt like bubbling mud conveyed unconscious dissatisfaction.
Chaos cannot be satisfied by planting anything.
Following closely behind was the torch thrown by Kraft, which hit almost exactly the same spot.
The grease flowing down from the fire ignited, like an orange-red spring emerging from the darkness, showing the team part of the face of what they were facing.
The flowing fire sizzles on the mosaic-like irregular surface, which is made up of reddish-brown pieces with a high red content. They have just been extruded from the inside and rearranged into a watch case to resist external stimulation.
The good shapeability indicates that it is made of metal, mixed with unknown materials, resulting in a rough rust layer that is too bright.
Disgusting activity brews in the color, possessing irrational life qualities.
Their original identities can be distinguished from their outlines: shields, breastplates, masks, greaves, etc. The concave and convex decorative lines are distorted by the deformed curved surfaces, and the infused red color makes them very weird.
A weapon with the same deep red-brown rust color poked out from the gap, moving and contracting like tentacles.
The combination of undifferentiated amorphous organic matter and inorganic matter combines the latter into itself. The huge volume occupies the entire range visible to the firelight, pours into the stone chamber space, and advances like a surface shield array composed of armor and swords.
The hot metal surface is peeled off, the squirming components are separated from the burnt nail plates, new nail plates are pushed out to fill the gaps, and the still burning parts are drawn into the interior, and the flame quickly extinguishes after losing air.
The monks found that they could not find the right words to describe this thing, or even imagine its origin and composition.
It seemed like an entire armored team had melted here and merged into a huge... unknown thing.
Its grunts became more pronounced, coming from every point in the living wall of shapeless matter and metal. Its components melted but not quite melted, and like those in the sewer armor, remained devoured.
part of the person.
It was a voice with countless characteristics, including various tones including young, old, hoarse, low and high, but it was just a pronunciation and did not form any meaningful words. It was a specimen of unconsciously controlled vocal lines.
Panic controlled the faces of almost all the monks at the same time, and the twitching oral muscles were unable to complete a single prayer.
The wave is still advancing, but its shape and sound have brought a sense of suffocation to the front, destroying the will to resist.
The witnesses had doubts about their own eyes and ears, unable to believe that the mass of matter and the sound it made actually existed, as if the barrier between nightmare and reality had been broken through, and the most bizarre imaginations poured out from the blasphemous spiritual world of pagans.
That's why he showed such a terrifying posture.
The fuel they carry is intended to kill tough enemies of moderate size, not to face such existences whose size cannot be seen.
In front of it, ordinary weapons are more ridiculous than a drop in the bucket of fuel.
"Do you need me to remind you to run?!" Kraft's question rang in his ears, waking up everyone who was nailed to the spot.
"Back off!" Even Father Green fell into a temporary mental disorder at this moment. When all means failed to work, he could only retreat temporarily.
No one knew which area of the maze this thing was activated from, how big it was, or whether it would block them at some dead end.
The team hurriedly evaded in the opposite direction, and the chaotic things sensed their position through unknown methods, surging closer and engulfing everything in its path.
The corpses left behind by the pagans are like puddles before the tide, blending silently into it, and the sounds of unknown meaning are becoming richer.
They soon discovered that this thing was larger than they imagined, and the darkness in another direction became loomingly active, converging in the stone chamber where the battle took place, and merged into an even greater chaos.
Facts have proved that the humidity here is not suitable for preserving bones, but it is very suitable for preserving the buried people who were not really dead. They and the things that protected them during their lifetime were reconstructed into a new life that broke the boundaries.
It can hibernate quietly like a clam in its armor, or it can unite into one body and swallow up all other sensed lives like a wave.