Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 164
Not quite right.It was understandable that there was no sentry before, but now they were standing at a distance where they could clearly see the skewers of dried food from the window, and they hadn't found any living people yet.Not to mention secret whistle, there is not even one who stands on a high place to let the wind out.

This is a complete departure from their understanding of pagan ways of doing things.You must know that this is an organization that can even arrange an ambush for a smuggling wild ferry. With the scale of this forest village and the population, it is estimated that it will take at least a few years to complete. It also needs to import some irreplaceable materials from the outside world, and it is almost completely closed. It is the best missionary environment.

Like a hunter lost in the forest and strayed into a mirage, a complete village jumps out from the background of numerous trees and comes to the front.

The ominous silence settled between the buildings, and after the stopped team consciously stopped to talk, it merged with the atmosphere in the forest and condensed into a dead silence confronting them, accompanied by a strong sense of being spied on from all directions.

The extremely quiet atmosphere made people dare not act rashly, and they were imprisoned in place like being trapped in an invisible swamp, holding their breath with only their own slight breathing and heartbeat.

Until someone couldn't bear it and sneezed, breaking the deadlock.Even though he tried his best to control it, the sound of the air rushing out of his jaw was still heard far away in the forest, so far away that it could be heard by people who might exist in the village in such silence.

Nothing happened.

Everyone turned to the source of the sound, and glared at the guy who covered his mouth and looked frightened.

But that feeling of depression did dissipate part of it.Perhaps the only explanation is that there is no imaginary ambush here at all, and it is simply that the group of heretics abandoned their stronghold and left?
"Sorry, my nose suddenly feels itchy." The perpetrator pinched his nose and covered his mouth with his hands to try to stop the physiological reaction, but the itching on the mucous membrane seemed to be too strong to stop, and the throat wriggled and sneezed a second time, scratching Sensitive stuff spurts out.

"Be quiet, let's go in slowly." Martin waved his hand and ordered the team to move forward.

"Ah... sneeze!"

Before the words fell, another sneeze sounded.He just wanted to reprimand the subordinate who caught a cold at an untimely time, but found that this time it was not in the same position.

Turning his head, he saw that Kraft was taking out a black square cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and tied it to the back of his neck and the back of his head with a string.More than one piece was prepared, and the extra was handed over to Kupu to wear.

Seeing Martin looking this way, he waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my nose."

In fact, it was more than that. He felt that the ubiquitous rippling atmosphere constantly touched his spirit, which kept his brain in a state of being slightly drunk these days, and a little bit of the heavy dizziness and synaesthesia when he was sick and had a fever fed back to his body.

And just now, a burst of nasopharyngeal itching without warning triggered the reflex of the respiratory tract to expel foreign objects, and it was still very strong, as if the wind wrapped in dust penetrated into the nostrils.

【dust】

The empty and silent space, the smell of dust coming from the pavement, brought the memory back to the corridor of the Rivers University banquet, and stood in front of the door that did not block anything again.

The rippling in my mind was still swaying, and the vague concepts like ripples became clearer when I approached here, to be precise, after the sneeze.

He now thinks it is more like... a wheat field blown by the wind, swaying and rippled, but much shorter, arranged in a short and dense way, and spread like a blanket of fluff on every inch that can be blown by the air.

"It's not right, try to stand where you can be seen by others later, and don't walk away alone."

Kraft draws his sword and moves closer to Martin. As the team advances, Kupp follows him in the rear and protects the flanks.

The squires carrying the shields followed the knights at the front, bent down and hid their bodies behind the shields as much as possible, while the crossbowmen were at the edge of the forest preparing to counterattack the enemies that would appear.

After leaving the cover of the trees, they began to accelerate, rushed through a short section of open space that lacked cover, arrived at the outermost circle of buildings in the village, climbed over the fence and leaned against the house wall, and reached the blind corners of the small windows that could become shooting holes, listening to the inside Activity.

Ordinary people who have not been specially trained to deal with such a posture will probably be at a loss when faced with such a posture.

However, the tense and orderly movements became a one-man mime, and no arrow shot out from the dark to match their wonderful performance.

There was no sound of activity in the house, and there was no nervous panting. After they stopped their activities, the thick silence enveloped them naturally, and the village remained silent, indifferently not responding to the intruders.

Barrow left the protection of his subordinates, and before Martin spoke to stop him, he kicked open the door closest to him, and the door, which was not much better than a wooden board, was kicked out in its entirety, smashing into the dusty room.

The introduced sunlight appeared in the dust, and the beam of light illuminated the vague figure sitting in front of the table, with its back facing the door defenselessly.

The subordinates followed closely, raised their shields reflexively and threw the hatchets, and then drew out their daggers to guard the shadowy part of the house.

The figure from the back waited indifferently for the throwing object to come, and it cut through the shoulder blade unimpededly, shattering a whole piece of bone and soft and brittle objects, and the impact brought the unbalanced chair down, raising another cloud of flying dust.

"What happened?" Mistakenly thinking that they had spotted a resister, Martin and Kraft hurried to catch up.

"Ahem!" Barrow lifted his visor, coughed and exited the room, "It's nothing, you can see for yourself. If this is the case, I guess we don't have much physical work to do here."

A sitting "flower stand" full of brightly colored mushrooms fell into the dust, and the clusters of smooth fungus clusters were covered with dust, and a throwing ax with a good aim was embedded in the shoulder.

"It seems that your people are very good at this?" Martin put down his long sword and let out a long sigh of relief. He almost thought that there were really some new traps in the room, and new things often meant the cost of trial and error.

The flying dust settled down, and the subordinate who threw the throwing ax carefully inspected the rest of the small space in the room, trying to hide his embarrassment when he shot nervously.

"One step faster is better than one step slower, but don't use this ax any more." Patting him on the shoulder, Martin stopped him from using the ax that was mostly buried in the mushroom bushes, "What's your name?"

"Bright, Brett Ray, the servant of the Barrow Knight."

"Very good, Brett, you are in charge of the night watch today. I hope Night Breeze can make you calmer. After you get rid of something, you don't know friend or foe."

A false alarm is no big deal.Considering that the other party was from Barrow and had a surname, Martin did not intend to investigate the other party's momentary mistake, but only symbolically ordered the vigil to reflect, "Open a few more rooms and see if you can find anything. Don't leave alone."

"Professor, what are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." Kraft shook his head and looked away from the sitting corpse.Its posture is very special, instead of sitting back normally, it is sitting backwards, with both hands lying on the back of the chair, raising its head as if drowning and suffocating, a handful of yellow mushrooms with claw-like stalks grow from the empty eye sockets and mouth Step out and hold up the mask-like layered canopy.

Because of the growth and fusion of the fungus, it completely grew together with the chair, so that it maintained this posture after falling down.

Sitting upright, commonly seen in patients with heart failure and chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, is a posture that is forced to take when breathing is difficult to relieve symptoms.

Kraft tried to restore the scene.At that time, it was going through an attack, and it was likely to wake up during the night sleep, and wanted to sit for a while, and relieve the suffocation through this inadvertently discovered posture.

Generally speaking, this is true.

But since seeing it here, it just didn't work.A certain factor killed it at this time, not respiratory disease or heart failure, it should not be so fast, and it still maintains this posture.Before he could change his posture, he was frozen in suffocation.

"It's terrible, let's go and see the others." He couldn't say anything about rest in peace, and he must have died not so peacefully.Kraft looked around the room and saw, as expected, a ring hanging on the wall without wings.

The houses are opened, and inside are fungal growth bases of different shapes. The clothes they wore in life have disappeared, but after death, they all put on a colorful appearance that exceeds human aesthetics, making people who witness them feel in every body. You can find different experiences on the Internet, whether it is scary or amazing.

Weird experiences impact the consciousness of living people, even the boundary between fear and wonder, making people ignore their essence at some point, as if they have entered a grand celebration that has never been seen before, and the guests are all dressed in Luo Qi, the style is bold and novel.

There were also many open doors, whose owners were missing, and Kraft found them on the main road leading directly to the main entrance of the central church through the low cottages between the alleys.

A gorgeous road.

Baro and his followers, who arrived first, were stunned by the dazzling colors. The stained glass like a rose window was ten times and a hundred times richer. It was smashed into fragments and melted on the ground, and it was like scriptures drawn and colored by mineral dyes. It grows from the soil and is painted to the stone steps of the church where the perfect circle symbol is hung.

Those colorful human figures have melted into the exuberant fungal clusters, and it is hard to tell whether it is the believers making a pilgrimage to the end of the road, or going to the feast together.The thick gills open in a coronal shape grow at high places, shaped like a corolla with grooves.

For those who are shocked, it is beyond the description of simple nausea and panic, and even more fear that they do not feel that this scene is disgusting, as if this is the natural cycle that should be taken for granted, the embodiment of some admirable power Advent.

"My lord..." Baron's sword fell to his side, and this brave knight who sometimes seemed reckless retreated back for the first time.

Martin, who had seen the autopsy scene, performed better, but was stunned for a while in disbelief, recovering from his astonishment.

"You're right, professor, those who get on these things will sooner or later swallow the bitter fruit they planted." He retreated to the alleyway and wiped the mushroom fragments off his shoes, "Since they have already reaped their own fruit, we shouldn't stay here this."

The meaning of retreat is beyond words.

I can understand this kind of thinking. The scene is too exciting for normal people. In fact, the order has not been lost by this time, and it is indeed an elite teacher.

"But..." Kraft glanced at the church.The ring mark is fixed on the wall that seems to have intentionally left a crack. It is undoubtedly the core of the pagan village. Maybe some useful clues can be found inside to unravel the doubts.

However, this is really not the right time. Even Barrow and Martin are shaken. The others are afraid that their emotions will collapse soon.

"Let's go back and set up camp first, and collect some firewood by the way." It was getting late, and Kraft didn't think it would be a good idea to go deep alone at this time. "If there is really no way, we will burn this place."

(End of this chapter)