It was an extremely terrifying and psychedelic scene. The scaffolding supporting life suddenly turned into thorns blooming from the inside out.
The shape was fixed in place, bloated and stiff, like a painted wood sculpture. The surface was pushed up by the dense growth of things inside, showing a lattice that continued to expand and become darker, with bulging bruises and purple masses in between.
At a certain moment when the tension reaches the limit, the skin is completely penetrated, and the liquid accumulated below is sprayed out like mist, forming a thick and swirling silk curtain.
The staggered spikes were projected between the curtains by the still-extinguished firelight, and seemed to be still extending, making a sharp and harsh sound like grinding teeth.
The shadow of the bone spur catches the eye, and through the natural ability of human empathy, it transmits the fear felt by the person who sees it, penetrating the courage that is on the verge of breaking even before it is formed.
Those who can look directly at the sword's edge will unconsciously drift away and escape subconsciously.
The malicious source of death did not even show up, just like a collector displaying his most proud collection, opening the curtain at the right time and displaying it generously in front of the guests, enjoying the fright of these mortal souls.
【Performative】
Only one pair of eyes never moved away from the beginning to the end, or in other words, never fell on the stage of the unveiling ceremony.
He heard the footsteps of the actors before they came on stage, and saw the mechanism after the extremely expressive visual display.
Something illusory and invisible, something existing in a dimension that cannot be detected by conventional senses, touched that poor man at a certain moment.
It is not static, it is a flute, a rhythmic airflow, carrying some discernible regular fluctuations, as clean and clear as a bone stripped of tissue under rays.
【Spiritual body】
To be precise, it is a part of the spiritual body that transmits waves with specific directions to the target.
Although such fluctuations had never been induced alone before, the implications were clear—extreme osteogenesis.
The ability of deep-seated organisms to quickly build new bones is stripped out alone and triggered in the wrong place and in the wrong way, which becomes a fatal means.
For purposes of this, this is correct.
The previous conjecture was verified, and Kraft immediately made a judgment:
"Spread out and go separately!"
They must not stay together. For this thing, there is no difference between one person and ten people. It is impossible to change the situation by stacking ordinary force.
The team no longer cared where the order came from, and immediately fell apart when they heard the warning.
Green did not stop Kraft from overstepping his bounds. After looking at each other for a short time, he seemed to be still immersed in the fear just now. He started two breaths late, then hurriedly chose the most unwise direction, turned around and ran straight away.
Seemingly to lose weight, he even got rid of his wet burqa, but the reflective lining of the chainmail made his entire back shine, making it even more conspicuous.
Craft abandoned the torch and rushed into the nearby fork in the road, trying his best to reduce his presence, and his figure immediately disappeared into the darkness.
He was no longer aware of the mental body that released the "spell". His brain was running at high speed, fighting for air with his body to think about how to deal with it.
Could it be that what needs to be dealt with is an intangible and insubstantial thing?
No, he immediately rejected this idea. In past experience, there has never been a spiritual body that can exist apart from the physical body. Even those consciousnesses that control fungi can only jump between hyphae.
The empty skeleton I saw before also shows that the other party is an entity, and it is an entity that needs to use human tissue like other deep creatures.
It's nearby, just not on the ground.
The dark dome background above the head is cut into strips, and the narrow field of view limits the viewing angle. Something is moving in a blind spot above the rock wall.
It is not small in size, and you can hear scattered high-frequency steps falling on the rock surface, and the sound of bumping against the concave and convex places is like an eight-legged horse galloping, and it is agile and agile like a spider shuttling in a web.
【solve quickly?】
That thing's attention is mostly focused on the nearby Green, and there is a chance to solve the problem at once.
As soon as the thought reaches this point, there is almost no need to deliberately activate it. The dim environment becomes clear in my mind, and the heavy rock walls are transparent and unobstructed.
Separated by two layers of rock walls, Green was slowing down, as if he was exhausted or trying to figure out the direction.
But those with a little knowledge can see that his pace and breath are not chaotic at all, and he is in a posture that can use force to change positions at any time, especially suitable for suddenly turning back to give an unexpected surprise to the pursuers behind him.
Unfortunately, the opponent this time was not a human being. He looked back many times and failed to find the target.
Others have already been led to unknown directions by forked roads and completely disappeared from the range of perception.
Kraft also slowed down, moving against the rock wall that seemed about to collapse at any moment, synchronizing with the speed there.
The priest's fatigue was at least partly feigned, and he was really about to lose his strength.
He could clearly feel the stretching of his spiritual body being tightened like a bowstring, and the flowing pain was buzzing and vibrating within it. He had a premonition that it would break at any time and take a turn for the worse.
Intense mental activities are also reflected on the body. Physical exertion increases significantly. Every movement requires fighting against real and fake pain reflexes. The consciousness is no longer able to distinguish between mental phantom pain and real discomfort.
Maybe they are all real, or maybe the pain is just an illusion of life.
At least his consciousness was still clear, and he was even glad that he didn't come here wearing a set of lined armor. This kind of thing was of no use and would limit his mobility.
The cold, moist air was sucked into his lungs, but it brought a burning sensation. He tried his best to control the urge to gasp for air, and inhaled slowly through his nose, maintaining a quiet and steady rhythm.
The "Sword in the Stone" can indeed still be used, but how many times it can be used is a question.
He must treat every opportunity as his last and take action when he can seize it as much as possible, even if this will bring some risks.
Of course, the risk is not on him for the time being, but on Green.
Although unable to communicate with each other, the priest still slowed down naturally, and from time to time the sword seemed to accidentally hit the stone surface while running, making a series of crisp sounds that unmistakably exposed the position.
The bait has been set, and there is no reason not to set the hook. Kraft gritted his teeth and stretched out his mental senses, searching upwards, hoping to find the thing before it took action.
He felt that his understanding of this perspective became clearer.
The range of perception that was originally similar to vision and hearing has now become more like touch, some kind of physical touch, and his behavior is to stretch his arms in all directions and grope in the dark.
The boundary of perception is the farthest range that can be touched by the fingertips. We can only feel whether there is something, but cannot describe the specific shape, so it is vague.
The "hand" gropes blindly, transferring shapes and contours into consciousness.
Green, stone, water, stone, still stone.
Maybe the impromptu lure plan failed, maybe it didn't catch up?
The "fingertips" touched something, something illusory and ethereal similar to its own nature.
Kraft was stunned.
Waves, a wave that I had just seen appeared on that thing, rushing straight towards it. The sound of galloping horses sounded from behind and above.