Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 367 Hunting
His mind raced, trying to find the reason why the sword-drawing pattern in the emblem appeared here, but the inspiration was like a spark from a flint, lighting up and extinguishing in a flash, and falling into the vast darkness, nowhere to be found.

Almost as soon as he took the second step, he put it behind him, just like forgetting every featureless scene he saw on the road, overwhelmed by the clear sense of mission.

Consciousness is like water flowing in a channel, unobstructed and with a clear direction.

Even if one or two drops splash out occasionally, they are minor details and do not have much impact on the overall flow direction.

So the footsteps continued to move forward, stepping on the thick moss carpet moistened by the clouds and mist, making a creaking sound like rubbing leather.

Although there were no corridors or valleys around, he could actually hear several uneven echoes from such a small noise, as if someone was following him behind the fog wall.

But when I listened carefully, the sound did not become clearer. It seemed that it was just a reflection in my mind and not a real existence.

[He is coming...]

Whispers were heard among the footsteps, so far away as if a spy had broken into the dance floor at a banquet, whispered into the host's ear, and in a voice that even his dance partner could not hear, revealed the conspiracy taking place in the dark corner.

However, the listener is immersed in a brilliant dream that is both real and illusory, and is unable to judge what it refers to and whether it is related to himself.

Due to the strict rules and regulations of the church school, he had never drunk alcohol, let alone got drunk. However, he felt that being drunk was probably like this: all kinds of thoughts were boiling up in his mind, while his body was moving mechanically. There was some kind of barrier between the two, and they were not connected to each other.

This feeling was strange, but not annoying. He gradually understood those alcoholics. Perhaps it was when the soul was disconnected from the material body that they would be closer to the Father.

Continuing upward, the soil has almost disappeared, leaving only smooth rocks like minarets, pointing high into the sky.

【Try to avoid eye contact...】

The voice came again, delivering new stolen content into the ears.

He looked around in confusion. There were no signs of any living creatures here. Even birds were unwilling to stay and build nests. How could they avoid looking at each other?
The doubts also did not last long and were immediately washed away by the tide of thoughts.

To be honest, it was easy to realize that it was some kind of hint, but it was hard to understand who got the information and from what perspective.

Perhaps it is the result of the chaotic effect of a huge system in the mind. In a way that exceeds the limit of thinking ability, a key sentence is picked out from a certain chapter and page of a book in the library and handed to me. Without knowing the source and context, there is no way to understand it.

One's own consciousness gradually lost the initiative and became passive in accepting things.

When did it start?
He asked himself, as if he had figured out something, an extremely complex and far-reaching matter, and formed an understanding.

But this knowledge does not belong to him, unlike knowing the corresponding noun for something or learning a new skill.

If the latter can be described as a shell picked up on the beach and lying quietly in your pocket; then the former is a living giant clam that actively opens its thick and gorgeous shell to clamp the diver who reaches out his hand out of curiosity.

It is not that he possesses the knowledge, but that the knowledge possesses him. It is alive...

For the first time, or perhaps not the first time, a hint of doubt arose in my consciousness.

Looking up, the top of the mountain was already in sight. A slight feeling of dizziness hit him, causing him to stagger back.

The sky seemed to be within reach, and no matter from which angle you looked, the gray clouds were moving around the mountain.

At the center of all movement, it curls and converges like an inverted whirlpool, stirred by some force.

A cool feeling fell on my face and the rain got heavier.

He continued to climb. The bare mountaintop was bare and nothing was visible to the naked eye, but his instinct urged his legs to move, convinced that something was waiting there. [Lucian, now is the time...]

That voice, but this time the second half was no longer illusory, but sounded simultaneously in the mind and ears.

"It's now!"

Before I could figure out what was happening, something slid quickly across the ground, and then I lost control of my right foot and was pulled to the side by the sudden force.

A hemp rope stretched straight and tightened the loop around the ankle.

He tried to resist the force, but the slippery ground lacked a foothold, so he inevitably fell to one knee, lowering his center of gravity to avoid losing balance and falling to the ground.

Quick footsteps approached from behind. There was more than one attacker, and they were well prepared. It was obviously too late to break free from the rope.

Various coping methods flashed through his mind one by one, and were immediately rejected. His consciousness even had enough time to be surprised at the unprecedented efficiency, as if the weight on his body suddenly became a boost, and his thinking was light and swift.

[Just ahead]

Yes, you don’t have to walk much further, the destination is just ahead.

The only three fingers that could move were used to pull out the boot laces and directly pull the foot away. The person hiding in the dark and pulling the rope was caught off guard, and a young unfamiliar voice could be heard from behind the broken wall, screaming with pain as the person fell.

He rolled on the ground, just in time to prevent the attacker from behind from missing him.

"Dominic!" A loud roar, full of fatigue, anger and resentment. This voice was familiar.

The owner of the voice ignored the pain from the missed abrasion and jumped up, holding a ball of woven rope in his hand, and threw it towards him, unfolding it in mid-air.

It was a rope net, not the kind used for fishing. The mesh was too large and the rope too thick. It would catch nothing if placed in the local stream, but it was just the right size to cover a person.

The appearance of the acquaintance made Dominic stunned for a moment. He wanted to ask the other party what he was doing, but Field turned his face away and refused any communication.

The rope net covered his body. While he was stunned, the space for movement began to tighten. Looking back, he saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man pulling the rope and net behind him. The blunt wooden hooks on the net caught on his clothes, making it more difficult to escape.

He caught a glimpse of a figure running towards this side. If he really waited for the three of them to meet up, he would never be able to break free with his strength.

Thinking that he was only one step away from his goal, he felt suffocated. He had no time and no way to figure out why he was so obsessed. The thought of reaching his goal no matter what whipped his consciousness, forcing him to do everything he could.

And an inspiration was brought to his lips at the right moment. He remembered the whispers and the names it had mentioned.

“Lucian!” His lips and tongue moved as fast as his thoughts.

The approaching figure subconsciously raised his head, revealing the face of a young, inexperienced boy, and the two men's eyes met.

At one moment, the boy seemed to have thought of some taboo. His neck tilted slightly, as if he had accidentally touched a red-hot charcoal. He tried to avert his gaze, but he froze before he even started moving.

The invisible and intangible things found a window to invade, and some kind of illusory brilliance ignited in the depths of those pupils. It was like the most holy person calling the name of the lost lamb, and in an instant the anointed person understood his thoughts and converted to his school.

【Two vs. Two】

The boy drew his short sword and moved again.