A terrible idea is thrown into the mental body by consciousness, causing regular fluctuations.
Those were the fluctuations once stimulated by digitalis injection in deep biological samples. When needed, they were recalled from memory and converted into specific rhythms.
Imitating it feels like using hundreds of fingers to play the ubiquitous keys, but the mind does not understand the meaning of "music score" and just follows the record to reproduce it rigidly, as if an illiterate person cannot copy it from a copybook.
Symbol strings to understand.
The actual operation is far more difficult than imagined. It is no less than lifting a container with no weight feedback. The liquid level that has overflowed the edge is maintained solely by tension, and there are dangerous ripples.
The consciousness tries its best to control it in a small part of the periphery of the mental body. It is something far more terrifying than the thickest acid or the most deadly toxin.
Reality wrinkles slightly under its influence, becoming hazy and obscure in some aspects, contrary to common sense.
It is a pathogen that invades reality. As long as it comes into contact with the target, it will play a targeted role and distort the physiological laws in a specific direction.
No living body would want to touch this thing, and even if he had doubts about its effectiveness, Craft did not want to try it himself.
What he needs now is an opportunity. He has to contact that spiritual body again at a distance that is not too far or too close. It is best to make a surprise contact and put this wave of "spell" into it when the other party is unprepared. Like every
Like a deadly arrow shot from behind.
But this is too difficult for a party with mobility and information disadvantages.
He had to spend a lot of time groping around in this maze before he had a chance to counterattack without the initiative.
Both the physical and mental state indicate that time is not abundant. Maintaining the "spell" while also taking care of other things is no less difficult than running a one-kilometer physical test and performing surgery while playing the harmonica, and he is playing music
His talent in terms of rhythm and rhythm has never been good.
【Someone needs to help】
Almost as soon as this idea occurred, he noticed a metal knocking sound not far away.
It was the noise of someone moving among the rocks, and the weapon hanging from his waist colliding with the stone wall from time to time. It was as sudden as a gold coin jumping on the street, and every ear that heard it was involuntarily attracted.
Including Kraft.
He caught the signal in time and reached a consensus with the sender that no communication was required.
Only one person will have the courage and thinking ability to act like this under such circumstances, complete the part of the promise that should be done, and not care whether the other party can understand and cooperate.
A firm will will only do what you think is the most reasonable thing and will not be interfered with by others.
"To be honest, we must admit that sometimes the level of the church is much higher than the average." Kraft started to move, using his newly accumulated strength to move closer to the sound of metal.
Even in the most ridiculous dreams of the past, it is difficult to dream of such a thing: a perfect cooperation between a medical professor and an Inquisition priest.
Arching the torso, try to hide yourself in a place that can be sheltered by the inclination of the rock wall, control the pace of your steps, and place your feet just right at the quietest and most tricky landing point like a big cat.
The advantage of not wearing armor showed that he could become a silent shadow if he wished.
The sound of clanking metal is intermittent, becoming a beacon light that disappears and appears in the rock waves, providing a choice for the blindly patrolling consciousness, a whirlpool-like attraction that is irresistible.
This has nothing to do with intelligence or logic. As long as there is a single button in front of them, people will click it, even if they don't know the result.
Movement and choice are the instincts of life, and perhaps only death can make them reject this instinct.
The spiritual body strokes the intricate corridors, which are wrapped layer by layer and spiral in a long arc. The darkness above the head also curls and rotates with the movement, giving people the illusion of walking among fingerprints. There is some kind of grand and distant will, looking down at the fingers.
The best performance of small and sharp things.
The perception of gravity is diminishing, and the boundaries between up and down directions have become unclear. My feet do not seem to be my own, and I am squatting and moving like a puppet on a string.
He was not sure if this was caused by excessive exhaustion. Everything was going away, like sinking in clear water. All the senses other than spiritual touch became blurred. The soft darkness came from behind, covering his ears, and it was crisp.
The sound of metal clashing was mixed into a rough and vague tone like dough.
The burning pain in the trachea turned into a thick numbness, cutting off the sense of flow caused by the inflow and outflow of gas. If the chest was not still rising and falling, the consciousness would not even be able to confirm that he was still breathing.
The spiritual body is just the opposite. It stretches and opens up, accommodating the dangerous fluctuations while groping outside.
Green appeared in his perception, tapping the metal plate on the head of the scabbard against the rock wall, muttering something in his mouth.
It should be a prayer, because there is no hesitation in the mouth movements, it is the kind of skillful and smooth thing that has been practiced thousands of times, no need to recite it deliberately, and it is as natural as breathing.
His arms were trembling slightly uncontrollably, and the joints of his palms welded to the weapon were bulging. Fear flowed on the tight skin, attacking from the dark unknown from every angle.
Kraft knew where he was, but he didn't know Kraft's location or whether the plan was still being carried out.
The high pressure of the unknown, distortion, fear and death can turn battle-hardened veterans into trembling quails, and steadfast believers into crazy heretics. Reason is fragile and powerless in the face of this kind of power, worse than beetle wood.
Vulnerable.
But not this person, not this moment.
Green took another step forward, which brought him completely within the range of perception. The scabbard struck the rock wall again, and the sound passed over the high wall.
Kraft almost felt like he was seeing sound waves formed by the vibration and squeezing of the air, rippling and spreading.
Then that thing came.
The sound of galloping horses was like four doors opening, and strange-looking messengers appeared from them, carrying the symbol of death and the end.
It doesn't hide anything. Perhaps the fragility of this group of mortals is no different from the previous group, which gives it enough confidence. After all, there is no need to hide it by stretching out your fingers to crush a few bugs.
Green slowed down and groped in the collar for a while, looking for something, but came up empty. He shook his head helplessly, drew a circle on his chest, drew his sword and stood on the ground. What he wanted to do was completed.
The illusory touch invades the perception field of the mental body from the direction of the sound of horse hooves, and fluctuations are brewing in it, ready to go.
Obviously the other party also noticed the contact. After a slight pause, he immediately changed the target and invaded the field of perception. The wave quickly took shape.
It was a step too late, and did not realize that what it was touching was not a pool of still water, but a dangerous shoal with unfamiliar undercurrents.
When I was still hesitating whether I should withdraw or seize this opportunity, the undercurrent wrapped around my "fingertips", and the pure and clear waves were completely reverse projected through contact, approaching like ink droplets.
It is surprised, it should be surprised, that the magic shaped by such a profound cognition is far beyond those primitive and crude uses, and it is close to revealing the most profound mysteries of life. It will be considered by the times to be the extraordinary skills of a madman's delusion.
How many people have gone deep enough to get a glimpse of it. It would rather believe that the fluctuations in the mental body are just a superficial and godless imitation of the other party's desperation. After all, the fluctuations did not cause any pain when they came into contact with the body.
So it hesitated for a moment.
An eternal moment.
The galloping horse stopped, and before the heavy sound of falling to the ground, Kraft heard a roar that was cut off midway. Compared with those things, it seemed closer to a frightened human being.