Kraft quickly jumped out of his hiding place and rushed to the place where the heavy body fell to the ground.
There is no way of knowing what effect the "spell" just produced, but it is certain that at least for a short time there will be no need to worry about counterattacks.
He broke into the realm of that spiritual body and felt that it fell into a complete chaos, flailing blindly like a drowning, like a flock of sheep that had lost its shepherd, with only the collective unconscious maintaining its loose form.
Although it is still huge and terrifying, an invisible giant beast in nothingness, the sinister will that controlled it has disappeared and collapsed due to the chaos of the material body.
Even so, it is still not possible to judge his death prematurely and hastily.
This is the most dangerous opponent Kraft knows. Until he sees his true form and inflicts absolutely fatal macro-level damage, he will never let go.
Apparently there was more than one person who thought this. The sound of clanking metal followed closely behind, heading in the same direction without reservation. The heavy breathing of the survivors could be heard through the wall.
Finally, they saw each other again at the other end of a passage, and also saw the "thing".
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Consciousness is rising or sinking. In fact, you can no longer tell the difference between the two.
The previous concepts of orientation have become flat and cramped a long time ago, and like the flat memories of the past, they have gradually faded away. Of course, these concepts are still in my mind, but among the mountains of new paper, there is a fluttering old draft.
is rarely noticed.
New senses bring new directions, like a crawling slug discovering a climbing pea vine in the mud.
Although consciousness cannot fully understand that dimension, the body and mind can already move in that non-existent direction without the need for limb flexion or extension.
You might call them "rising" and "sinking", but you know that they actually have nothing to do with going down. It's just that the low-level communication methods created by low-level senses naturally lack a suitable way of reference, and you have to use this way of communication.
Explain to them.
Needless to say, the difficulty involved is equivalent to making a blind person recognize colors and a deaf person understand music. The message is distorted beyond recognition during the transmission, and is shapeless than the rotten remains dissected by the worst novice.
Fortunately, you no longer have to be troubled by this problem and can devote more energy to more important things.
academic research.
From a certain point in time in my memory, outpourings of inspiration can't stop pouring out. The wall that stands tall and unshakable, infinitely high and infinitely wide, blocking more than ten generations of people, crumbles and collapses with the slightest push.
My eyes suddenly opened up, and the moonlight broke through the fog called ignorance, illuminating a scene I had never seen before.
You look down at the puzzle that has puzzled you for half your life, like looking down at a flat blueprint. Those church people like to give it sacredness, calling it the most outstanding work of the Father, a perfect existence.
And you know, that sloppy design led to all kinds of weird and small failures during operation, and irreversible cascading errors often occurred, causing it to end prematurely the operation that was supposed to last for decades.
The simple cage imprisoned the soul in a narrow cell and endured terrible torture.
This kind of torture will continue endlessly, repeating itself one after another as the miserable race reproduces, until one after another, thousands of years later, someone will completely solve the bottomless mystery called life, or there will never be a chance.
The more I learn, the more I understand that this cannot be solved through academic research like children's pretend play in the past. Children can take apart a bug a thousand times, but they will not understand how the thing actually works.
Personal life histories are nothing compared to mysteries, not to mention religious figures who always stand in the way of great things.
Yes, those people were smarter than you thought. It took them some time to discover your fake death. This is not surprising. You didn’t plan to fool yourself for long with those temporarily found corpses. Thanks to the church’s ban, you can
It’s hard to find a source, let alone find one with the right body shape and gender.
Their subsequent sharpness is a little surprising. But only a little. In retrospect, maybe it was Kalman who did something. After all, your long-separated disciples spent their determination in a remote place and lost the chance to take risks for the great benefit.
thoughts.
When he pulled out the short blade polished from black stone and tried to stop you, you were quite surprised to be honest. But it was obvious that he couldn't understand why you could see what was behind you.
Since he would do that, it is normal to have other thoughts earlier. Fortunately, there will be no second thoughts between you now.
You have to throw away some unimportant people and let them create some trouble for the trackers who follow you. Anyway, those guys who forget about it after just scratching the surface are not as good as Kalman. At least the latter understands your real cause.
What is.
cause.
You chew on this word, savoring the more complex flavor in it. It runs through the life of that ordinary person, from learning words to taking over the burden of the academy, and then stopping in front of that high wall like every ancestor, unable to make any progress.
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And now, you have taken the first step in the right direction, the first step to completely eradicate the concept of disease.
Of course, the power of one person is far from enough, even if you add Kalman, all your followers, and the forerunners on this road, it is not enough.
It takes more, it takes countless individuals, united as one, to break through that boundary, return to the source of this power, return to its side, the thing that has always been dreamed of...
【moonlight】
You don’t know why you suddenly think so much. It’s as if your consciousness has been thrown into a long gallery, browsing a painting exhibition with your own theme. The later the works become more bizarre, painted with fascinating psychedelic colors.
made.
Disciples, colleagues, apprentices, followers, and a few unfamiliar faces followed him, their heads lowered and silent.
It seems that they shouldn't be here. You instinctively feel that this should be a space that belongs to you alone, but there seems to be nothing wrong with it. Every time you take a step forward, they take a step forward exactly as well. The coordination is incredible, as if they are all made by the same person.
A puppet pulled by a line.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As you continue to move forward, you are surprised to find that you can experience the feedback of each person's different shoes on the thick carpet, and your vision is sometimes on yourself and sometimes on the carpet.
The crowd stared at the threads and tea stains at their feet.
The endless corridor suddenly ended in front, and a blank picture frame hung in the middle of the wall at the end.
The consciousness tries to reach out and touch it, but fails; you try to recall how you got here, but the memory is like a key that fell into the cracks of the wooden floor and is missing.
The sound of rapid footsteps was approaching. There were more than one person running, and the sound sounded like the hard soles of boots in close contact with the gravel, rather than the quiet, sound-absorbing thick carpet here.
You wanted to turn your head in confusion, but your body did not respond to the command of your mind, and your vision was fixed in the picture frame in front of you.
Just when his attention was distracted, the blank space was actually filled with color, outlining an image that might be described as perfect to the point of being deformed.
It has a pale complexion, eight well-proportioned lower limbs with four joints, and is controlled by delicate and complex muscles. The soles of its feet, which are composed of three sets of horny toes, enable it to move stably and quickly on any surface.
Two sets of arteriovenous circulation networks form the supply of this motor system, ensuring that in the event of obstruction or injury, it can maintain demand through collateral circulation and another set. Important large branches are protected under thick muscle bundles.
It also has the upper body of a human being, and its four upper limbs that are not restricted by the shoulder joints can be freely rotated to the back, or in other words, it does not have a back in the true sense at all.
Dozens of slender and flexible fingers make full use of the space extended by the metacarpal bones, and each can identify at least two structures that should be "thumbs", allowing them to grasp anything in both forward and reverse ways without any hindrance.
The crystal cluster-like protruding stone on the head serves as his pale crown, and the gem-like eyes surrounding the inlaid eyes may come from the eyeless faces on the chest and abdomen. They merge with each other, pushing the frozen expression of ecstasy upward.
A kind of pinnacle of surrealism.
Two crude weapons destroyed the painting. One passed through the eyeball and penetrated into the upper cranial fossa, which is occupied by a large number of visual pathways. Counterintuitively, there are not many fatal structures there.
The truly fatal handle cuts open the front of the chest, inserts through the remaining movable gap between the rib plates, pierces the two temporarily stopped hearts, passes through the intervertebral disc laterally by relying on the weight of the body, and hits it diagonally in order to regulate the heart.
This complex body has an overly enlarged spinal cord.
His thinking became increasingly sluggish as he analyzed those faces. They looked very familiar, and several names were on his lips.
There is no more time, the exhibition has ended, and the opaque black curtain has been lowered, blocking all light.
You have witnessed the end of an extraordinary work. Although it is not perfect, the subject of the painting is not bad for Him. No life can escape this ending.
【die】
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"Is it dead?"
"Probably." Kraft stepped back and observed for a while, feeling that the spiritual body of this thing was rapidly declining, and it completely disappeared from perception in just a few breaths.
He returned to the corpse, struggled to pull out the long sword that was bitten by the plate-like alienated ribs, and stabbed it again at a different angle, ensuring that the structure that was suspected of being a new central system hidden in the chest was completely severed.
Rationally speaking, he didn't think there was any possibility of counterattack from this thing.
Excessive activation of the myocardial sodium-potassium pump should lead to intracellular high potassium and low sodium, causing a series of problems such as loss of excitability, ectopic pacing, conduction block, atrial fibrillation, ventricular fibrillation, etc., which will make the ECG laboratory and cardiology department scratch their heads.
tricky situation.
And if it is a calcium disorder, the situation is even worse. It is difficult to imagine that any muscles can operate under abnormal calcium concentrations. The result is also shutdown.
The dual circulation system defeats the purpose, not to mention the problems that may arise in other organizations.
However, from a perceptual perspective, no matter how precise the theoretical analysis is, it is not as reassuring as inserting two more swords.
He couldn't wait to cut off his spiritual senses and let the crowded and oppressive world engulf his consciousness.