At this time, it may be necessary to sigh at what kind of psychology did this imaginative and self-persuasive pagan religion send dozens of people to meet the "angels" and answer a long-standing question: what happens when creeping creatures successfully capture their prey?

Now the answer is revealed—it expands indefinitely at an astonishing scale, so large that the scales and wrists can fall like beams.

The fungus pillar of light twisted and raised, like a long neck pulled up by dozens of arms, and swung down by its own weight and segmental contraction, the masonry of faith useless in the face of its power.

Kraft threw out his torch and rolled under the desk he had moved to the side, where the bleached rubble rained down like a rain of brightly bleached rubble into the swollen mushrooms on the shelves, striking up a dull sound of falling water and sputtering spore dust.

"What a rude fellow!" It doesn't even need to knock on the window, it just crushes the window and half of the wall.

The torch succeeded in igniting the grease, but Kraft understood that it didn't mean much, that the ignition was not a threat to the thing, just a small flame that was dispensable.

Without much thought, he quickly got up and fled the table that brought a false sense of security. Unsurprisingly, a second giant brachiopod slashed down, turning everything in its tracks, including the table, into a pile of construction debris.

They shouldn't have fled backwards, Martin and Koop were struggling to evacuate in the mushroom-filled hallway, so they had to divert this thing elsewhere.

Before the next round of attacks, he jumped out of the smashed wall. Fortunately it is not a cathedral, otherwise the height of the second floor would have been enough to cause a compression fracture, to say goodbye to the tibia for those who do not do tumbling, and to dislocate the spines of those who have tumbled.

Literally at the height of the average height, Kraft fell less than three meters, and he kicked in the mid-air bulge and ran towards the cottage.

There was no need for any torches to illuminate it anymore, and with such a large light source behind it, I could see every cilia of the velvet on the floor swinging. The worst part at the moment is the strong change in light, the undulating ground is confused and inverted, and for a moment the whole field of vision is alternately flickering and stinging the eyeballs.

The light behind him was bright, and he skillfully dodged to the side, his wrists and feet falling and bringing up air currents, swinging away the ripples that rolled up the velvet, which further exacerbated the visual confusion, and made Kraft have to squint his eyes to connect with his spiritual senses.

Obviously, a sweep is more convenient in terms of form, but it is no coincidence that three times in a row, its actions are all raised and the giant wrists and feet are swung vertically.

After the expansion of the body, the basic tissues that make it up do not fundamentally change, the muscles are still the same set of muscles, and the bones are still the same set of bones. With this system, it's incredible not to be crushed by its own weight.

When severing the limbs of the host body, the hyphae seen on the sections of the atrophic muscles may not only play a manipulative role, but also bear the load of the almost non-stressed muscle bundles with bursts.

The action of erecting the wrists and feet and smashing them down seems to be huge, but it is actually the largest movement that can be barely made. It needs to be raised in sections. This movement has the stiffness of ankylosing spondylitis compared to the flexible brachiopods of normal creeping creatures, and some of them are twisted out of the corners.

As for more complex sweeps, it is estimated that inertia alone can tear a limb apart. Most brachiopods can only lie on the ground and pull the body forward.

Although the range of motion does not seem to be fast, it is still incredibly fast when zoomed in to this size, and each advance accompanied by a huge wrist and foot swing clears a large obstacle.

That kind of force can smash through the walls of churches, or destroy simple houses like children's building blocks, and the ruins of the walls are swept into the crawling swarms of wrists and feet, and the ground is razed everywhere they pass. Complex roadways are an obstacle to human movement, not an obstacle to it.

Kraft sensed this when Brachiopod blocked his way for the third time. His spiritual senses told him what was brewing in those closed mouthparts, imperceptible bulging cavities hidden beneath the scales.

He turned in time to flee into another way, the spores and air currents quickly passing through the horn of the throat cavity of the fungus, and the screech of the whistle instantly drowned out the path, and the light passed through the changing color of the rushing dust mist, refracting the flood of rainbow phosphorescence.

He quickly discerned the direction and fled away from the church, which wasted him a few seconds, and his wrists and feet fell above the sensing range, and the giant mushrooms at the exit of the alleyway in front of him were extremely crowded and moved closer to each other at a slow speed.

Rao was also confused for a moment by Kraft's reflexes, and then climbed onto the roof on the unfinished mushroom umbrella, the commotion of the velvet seemingly consciously swinging in reverse, trying to slide his palm away.

The spiritual senses swept away a strange non-material thing, the "texture" was very similar to the spiritual body that Coop could observe when he was about to be dragged into the depths, but it did not bind to matter, but only wandered in the flora, and the mushroom umbrella closed everywhere it went, blocking the space.

The red clumps on the mature canopy light up as it passes, indicating the trajectory of the journey.

This is the kind of thing that can be vaguely felt after the host body loses control, like some kind of unstable low-level spirit, invisible spider, moving through the web of mycelium, plucking the ubiquitous silk thread.

Anything that does not belong to a certain body, or anything that is infested with fungi, can become its body.

[It is the angel]

Kraft deliberately slowed his pace, allowing the attack to land close, seizing the time to scan the interior before he could make the next move. The same "small spirit body" lodges in dense mycelial areas, and there are two places where light falls into the perceptual range.

The brachiopods then move in segments as before. This exposes the essence of its movements—each segment is home to a frequenting individual, which controls the movement of the "sub-division" segment through the mycelium, and cooperatively synthesizes this large brachiopod movement.

Through a fungal infection, they took over the largest shell ever touched and modified it to suit their needs. However, this kind of cooperation is not as consistent as the original will, and presents an abnormal incongruity.

What is this? Mushroom snatching? Kraft quickly moved away from the giant wrist foot that was being manipulated and writhed, and jumped onto another roof. He couldn't figure out what they were or where they came from, they had the properties of being similar to spirit bodies, and their essence was based on fungi.

Perhaps they themselves are spirits and spirits born in the deep fungus forest. With the help of Edward's immature spell, he cast a paganism that transformed the living, bringing creeping creatures that could communicate with the present world, providing them with a special sojourn shell and showing them another world, a more fertile world.

"Damn Edward, damn heretic!" Kraft jumped from roof to rooftop, dodging his wrists and feet. The frequency of attacks and falls is increasing, and the whole world seems to be working against him, and the multiple fungus spirits break away from the creeping creep's shell, wandering around and staining every glowing fungus umbrella in their field of vision.

The environment is full of controllable fungi, and their control is becoming more and more frequent. First, the fungus blanket slipped under his feet, and the wall that was penetrated by erosion collapsed, and then the roof support that fell to him softened and broke, and the whole piece of land collapsed, and the wrists and feet happened to hit when the foothold was unstable.

The combination of the two makes the situation dangerous, and it is not impossible to catch up in this way.

The body has produced some soreness in the high-speed exercise, the consciousness is still excited, the rough estimate of the mental sense maintenance time has quietly exceeded half of the previous limit, and the headache and dizziness of energy consumption have not hit for a long time. The left arm has been silent since it entered the depths, and the dexterity is as intent as ever, and the inlay exudes an affinity that is uncertain whether it exists in the somatosensory or cognitive senses, and there is a vague sense of affinity that is counterintuitively directed.

Lightness, he subconsciously felt that the movement here was comfortable, as if he was out of gravity, forgetting the exhaustion of his body, bathed in that kind of affinity with unknown direction. And the superficial consciousness is becoming more and more vigilant against this tendency, and the instinctive strangeness when it comes to the deep layers is fading, and the shallowness is close to the gloom of the deep world in the spiritual senses.

But it was a really good feeling to use the mental senses, and even though he understood that every use was an endorsement of a deep inclination, he used it prudently, and looked forward to some opportunity for reasonable use.

It was a part of him, a new organ, a spiritual body, and mobilizing it was as natural as mobilizing hands and feet.

When a fungus passes nearby, the subconscious attention is attracted to mobilize the spirit to "touch" it. This doesn't need to be thought, how can you reflexively catch a flying object with your hand?

Kraft actually felt that he had "touched" it, and used his spirit to make contact with the wandering vague spirit body, and the feedback perception was similar to catching an amorphous pom-pom, and its movement was hindered, and it accelerated to break free in fright, escaping from the sensing range.

This inspired Kraft that immaterial things can also be touched by immaterial spirits. Once again, the spirit succeeded in making contact with the fungus lurking at the next foothold, dispelling it away, and the velvet surface regained its calm.

As the brachiopod fell, he used his old trick to pull one of the fungus spirits with his spirit, and it contracted violently to fight against it, and the brachiopod temporarily lost control. The other segments were about to be sprayed with spore clouds, and Kraft gave up any intention of wrestling with it.

However, this is not useless, after a few temptations, the environment is significantly less obstructive to the movement, and the number of sterils in the brachiopods increases, and the movement is accelerated, which is much better than the unguardable terrain traps.

It's just that the use of mental organs makes the subjective consciousness feel very strange, compared to the previous nihilistic spirit, the current spiritual presence is stronger, closer and closer to some kind of tangible organ and body, as if he is also a non-human creature, waving countless invisible wrists and feet to capture smaller spiritual bodies.

Induced by this, the chase moved from the center of the village to the edge, and Kraftmer calculated that it would be enough time for Koop and Martin to reach the top of the church, and by this time they were expected to be able to climb the spire and look at the moon.

"I hope the repatriation experience of the two of them will not be too bad, leaving a psychological shadow or something." He stopped, turned to face the manipulated body.

It is estimated that the servants must have been concentrated in the church, and it is unlikely that there would be people in the living counterpart on the edge of the village, which is exactly what the plan needed.

Of course, the plan is not to run to exhaustion, he just wants to buy some time and find a place that is not easy to accidentally hurt to solve the problem.

"And you guys. . . Your level of control is indeed not as good as that of the original owner. With his left arm tensed, Kraft felt the embeddings that had become homologous, and it was time to work on his deep little application.

Pushing a fantasy world medicine that I have been chasing can be said to be unique. It is very novel, and the author has indeed made quite detailed research in the writing process, which is both professional and interesting.

The story of an emergency physician who died suddenly from overtime traveling through another world.

The sails of the Great Voyage have been raised.

The steam engine has not yet begun to roar.

The glory of the Lord of Radiance shines on the continent, and on the island across the sea, the Church of the Gods and the Magi support the royal power.

Dwarves roam freely in the cities of the kingdom, werewolves, vampires, elves, dragons...... Their legend has never faded.

And Wu Zhou, an emergency doctor who died suddenly after working overtime, traveled to the body of the city guard boy Gretel in such an era.

Teammate: Oh no! The captain is seriously injured, and his intestines are leaking out!

Gretel: Help me up, I can still sew!

Gretel: Shut up.

Teammate:...... What?

Grethel:...... Let's treat a minor injury, yes, just press it where I sewed it and let it grow...... No, press the layer I sewn first, the muscle layer, etc., and then treat it......

Gretel: Stitches removed.

Teammate:...... What?

Gretel: Oh no, the healing was too fast, and the stitches were in the wound

Laa!!

When modern medicine meets magic and magic, what will happen in this otherworld?

A brilliant spark?

Gretel: Learn magic, learn magic, expand territory, and fight against the Church of the Lord of Light...... Believe it or not, actually, I really just want to open a hospital.