Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"Craft!" William felt relieved. From his perspective, Kraft was trapped in a meat grinder. He stayed for a moment on the pile of blades cast by the shadow, and narrowly escaped before being cut into pieces.

The sharp and barbed darkness is boiling, human faces are rising and falling, vibrations are approaching from a distance, and pebbles are trembling and jumping on the ground.

"Retreat!" Although the voice was a little unclear, William still understood the word from the horn sound. The first half of the plan had been completed, and the huge digger was approaching at high speed, rolling along the rock channel.

What we need to do now is to quickly distance ourselves from this mixture of facial joints and limbs, and make time and space to prepare for the layer transfer.

The danger is not over at the moment. It is advancing at an unpleasant speed, like the darkness itself rising up. The messy and numerous jointed limbs knock on the rocks and step on the torches on the ground, extinguishing them.

William threw the feldspar with all his strength, reduced the burden and turned around to escape.

The ground was bumpier than the deck on top of the waves. They relied on the good sense of balance they had practiced for many years to escape. Perhaps the sword was really effective enough. They quickly distanced themselves, and when they looked back, they could only see the last visible segment of the limbs being covered by Throw it outside the aperture.

The familiar process was repeated, a hand pressed on his shoulder, and he closed his eyes skillfully, waiting for the falling feeling.

However, the changes this time were different from before. The solid feeling on the soles of the feet was taken away without warning, and the fall accelerated sharply. The sudden change of speed made my heart skip a beat. If it was a well-prepared dive on the deck before, this time I was kicked from behind on a cliff by the sea and fell down while tied to a rock.

The falling process was in a strange situation from the beginning, and he realized belatedly that the driver's condition seemed not quite right.

The feeling of panic and loss of control caused the eyes to open subconsciously, following the biological instinct to check the current situation. However, what came in was something more difficult to understand. The surrounding scene was disconnected in the drastic changes, and very similar but obviously different caves were nested in it, bright and clear. Mixed with lightless darkness.

The torch swayed and elongated and disappeared, but the area illuminated by the glow remained in the air. The chasing arthropods inserted into the circle of light and pierced the next dark block.

The threats that are close at hand are also far away. As soon as the consciousness has such a clear understanding, the vision is pulled into a completely lightless environment and falls into a cave on another level.

At the last moment before leaving, in his lens-like vision, he vaguely saw the multi-jointed darkness giving up pursuit and deforming to fit the wall, becoming as thin as a real shadow.

The huge earthquake that shook the mountain reached nearby, and the shadow was attached to the huge long body with a human face. The flying sparks illuminated the tubes of the thick carapace, and a glimpse of the leopard was seen. In the gaps between the shadow-coated segmental scales, there were a large number of pale faces crowded, making Showing either a twisted or sly expression.

They moved on the excavator, and when they sensed the presence of someone, they all sprouted pointed limbs and turned here, as if they wanted to escape from their shelter and join the pursuit.

The change in level caused them to lose their target. However, the hellish scene that revealed the truth of the rock paintings still plunged the spirit into an abyss of confusion and shock, forgetting the weightless discomfort of falling.

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Coop found the captain's among the pile of packages. The recognition is quite high. After all, few people are willing to carry nearly 30% extra weight just to carry a few bottles.

There was a bottle of wine inside that Kraft had said could be used to clean wounds, but at this point he didn't care whether it was in compliance with the rules.

"Hiss!" He picked out the bottle with the strongest smell and poured a little on the wound. It felt several times more painful than when he was injured, and his muscles twitched like a live fish struggling on a chopping board.

Of course, he didn't know how much the amount of water poured out by shaking his hand would be sold among captains, otherwise it would hurt more than just the wound.

"Yvonne, rub some on Peter's wound." See if it can wake him up.

He took out the cotton roll that Kraft had prepared from the linen bag and wrapped it up. He felt better, or it might just be the psychological effect of the boiled cotton. This didn't look cheap, so I picked a small piece to compact Peter's wound, and fixed it with linen cloth from the packaging.

After sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, Coop realized that he couldn't rest peacefully next to the "result of victory", so he had to pick up his feet and drag them out of the door.

Probably due to excessive blood loss, he felt that his steps were a little shaky, and he even felt the hallucination of the ground undulating slightly.

Coop shook his head, but instead of getting better, the hallucination was getting worse. The amplitude went from being vague at the beginning to being noticeable without special attention, and even the direction was clearly discernible. He raised his head in horror and looked at the rolling hills in the dark night.

The dim and cold moonlight struggled to fall through the thin clouds, spreading on the rocks and soil, tracing out the unclear and dark outline of the towering sky.

Within these solid contours, a vibration moves from deep toward the near surface.

"No way..." It was in the direction of the mine. It took more than ten minutes of walking to reach the foot of the mountain. Even though the shock was mostly attenuated, it was still enough to shake his steps.

Human voices were heard from all directions, and the village was awakened by the vibrations. Unstable objects were smashed, the earthen walls were shaking, and dust accumulated on the roofs shook off. The cries of children, the screams of nightmares coming true, the inquiries that received no response, and a few screams of shock and joy.

The clouds drifted over, and the pale yellow hillsides with jagged rocks looked like piles of bones under the cold light. They came from the lives that had been directly and indirectly devoured by the mines for thousands of years, giving birth to hidden evil things.

On the mountainside, at the location of the cave that was considered impossible to dig by manpower, "bones" were scattered, each piece of yellow and white "small bone fragments" were rocks buried deep in the mountain, together with the loud noise like thunder and heaven collapse. Spew out.

The sound waves collided among the canyons and mountains, drowning out the noise, leaving only pure and magnificent shocking power to convey its announcement.

From an extremely long distance, under the cold and pale moonlight, the people who fled outside the house still saw the giant thing in the roaring sand and dust.

It is almost snake-shaped, twisting its high-valved, pincer-like head, covered with rocky segmented scales, crushing and throwing rocks from the mountain body, changing the topography of the front slope like a maze, and falling rocks will destroy the topography of the mountain. A pitiful trail cut into broken dotted lines.

Like a flying fish leaping out of the water, a moving ridge across the ravine was added to the night sky out of thin air, plunging into the mountain on the other side and returning to the unobstructed land.

【messenger】

Coop understood the meaning of the word. Those who regard rock formations as nothing can fully understand why pagans believe that they can pass through the barrier between the human world and the underground dwellings of the dead and bring the dead back to the living.

"Get away!" he shouted to remind the absent-minded witnesses, and he rushed towards the door. The black dots in the sky that blocked the moonlight fell with a scream, which was the aftermath of the stone rain.

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