Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

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, being completely led 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 for a while, stragglers may get lost here.

He believed that Green was more aware of the danger, but they couldn't stop, and the consequences of letting the other party warn might be worse. The best thing to do is to catch the guy as soon as possible and end this potentially risky chase.

They climbed over the coffins lying on the road, jumped up and down the steps, and their knees ached with pain from the continuous sudden stops and changes of direction.

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 only the dim light that quickly disappears, and the long and winding shadow cast on the wall, slithering through the doorway and around the corner like a snake.

The most difficult thing in the chase was for the trainee. Her stride distance was not long enough and she often needed three steps to catch up to two steps ahead of others. 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, bringing out layers of echoes in the complex space of connected stone chambers. This showed 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, and let out a low wail. Green stepped forward and took his shoulder, seeing a featureless face dominated by feverish emotion.

The latter caused his facial muscles to contort in an expression of extreme excitement, which even briefly enabled 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.

As if in a whisper, with the same stiff mouth, he spit out a word, as if he didn't care that the visitor knew anything. Kraft read the words:

【Door】

"What door?"

The other party laughed exaggeratedly again. This time he choked on something. After coughing, he spat out half of his broken teeth 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 has a chance."

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 now, but it's meaningless. The warning was responded to, and footsteps could 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 have a full defensive reaction. The team 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, wielding 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 his actions, and the 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 retreated, 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 among 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's formation don't care about the benefits at all. They don't mind trading 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 head of the tide, the vanguard of the dark ocean, encouraged to beat the banks again and again.

But limited space is not a disadvantage for disciplined personnel. The monks have enough courage and excellent leaders, which effectively stabilizes the front.

The cooperating Tribunal team quickly adapted to the situation after the initial impact, using the terrain to block the opponent in the 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 recklessness 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 trek through 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.

The ideas that have been given and summarized by oneself are presented just right when needed. Under the guidance of the excellent sense of space, they are released by the nervous system to the correct muscles and bones. The weak bioelectrical signals are converted into efficient termination of the operation of another life system. action.

Efficient, precise, and with a condescending indifference that causes 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 maze fell under his feet.

The monks who received effective support did not collapse under the pressure, and the battle line was stabilized.

They didn't have time to rejoice, they just felt that the surroundings became quiet too quickly. It was as if the sounds in the corridors dispersed like birds and beasts at the moment when the balance of the situation tilted towards them.

Ownerless torches burned silently on the ground, and the tide seemed to recede.

No, that's just the tide. When the real cold current rises, it is calm, calm, gloomy and irresistible, coming from the sea level.

After the noise 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 came into contact with armor and shields, and harsh scraping sounds bubbled 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.