The darkness in the bottle poured out, flowing through the lips and teeth into the throat and into the depths of the digestive tract.

There was no time to taste the taste, it was tasteless, or it had the taste of condensing every substance in the whole world, but it still could not match the taste of a sip of water, and it was extremely complex and at the same time extremely bland, and it was impossible to find a thing to describe it, and it was similar to everything that had been tasted.

Before entering the womb and the last trace of coolness is assimilated by the body temperature and disappearing, the heartfelt thoughts tell the drinker that if you want to understand, you must first touch it. The degree of certainty is comparable to reading the ink undried on the paper copied by your own hand, without thinking or doubting.

The mouth of the bottle was still waiting for the rest of the liquid to fall, and the incredible change was already born.

She felt that the rock-made building had become fragile as tissue paper, illusory as a half-awake dream bubble, unable to carry her light weight.

It didn't make sense, as a matter of course, the potion she drank should have a physical effect, she was ready for a stomachache or more pain, but in reality everything was changing except for herself.

Before she could figure it out, everything that seemed to be brittle could no longer bear the weight of her body, and the support shattered, and her body fell vertically downward.

It is as if falling from the first floor of the building, but the scenery is still and the floor is not broken.

Dots of color appeared everywhere as far as the eye could see, and they were mushrooms that expanded in volume at a rate that was too fast to see, forming strange forms of rare size, engulfing walls and furniture.

She seemed to have touched the "floor", and the fall did not stop, and the "floor" that was not much stronger shattered the moment it touched, and her body fell to the lower floor. At the same time, some completely distorted information flows through the senses at high speed.

The colours of the colourful mushroom umbrellas exploded in my ears, and the tip of my nose smelled a dull light spilling through the cracks in the windows. The combination of these contents and the high-speed descent creates a mental nausea that makes people want to vomit out their internal organs and empty their abdominal cavity to relieve them.

Between the fall of the first and second floors, a soft white light and a multitude of gazes cast attention on her, but soon moved away as they fell rapidly, exceeding the observable distance.

The mushroom grew at its peak, filling every inch of space, with the previous indistinct gaze flowing through it, and the condensation embedded in the mushroom's body, which matched the texture of the pendant, glowed red when they arrived.

The fall continued, and she could count the layers of "floors" she had fallen, and the unreasonable content filled her consciousness like a flourishing mushroom, crowding out the space for independent thinking.

The surrounding environment has undergone the same drastic changes as the fall, those mushrooms flourish and decline, dry and decay, and the eternal stone walls fall and collapse, as if countless years of time have passed in the snap of a finger, or it may be time to go backwards, everything is moving towards disorder and extinction, returning to a minimalist state.

The immature consciousness formed by the memory of only ten years is inferior to a single brick and stone in the castle. When it was all over, he stood empty in the rubble of the desolate ridge, unable to remember where he had come from or what he had done. It's like sand slipping through your fingers on an entire stretch of beach, leaving only one or two of them

[I want to ......]

Yvonne stood in place, still holding on to the movements of the liquid as she pipped and drank the fluid, instinctively making her want to breathe, but without the usual thin but full feeling pouring into her lungs, her body unable to catch what was necessary to keep it running.

She guessed that she might be suffocating, and the little strength she had left was taken away from her body by a minute, and there was one more thing to understand, it turned out that suffocation was slowly approaching like this.

At this time, she should probably be afraid, regretful, afraid of death, regret not listening to her parents' warnings—as far as she knew, but the "parents' warnings" are thinner in her memory than what she is now inhaling, and the fear of death......

[Man himself is in a kind of chronic death]

Those who are paralyzed in bed die without doing anything, and the vast majority of people are unable to resist everything around them, struggling in vain, like a man in the water on the boundless sea, flapping his hands to delay the time of fate.

She remembered why she came, that obsessive thought cultivated by more than ten years of short life, she didn't want to accept the fate of "chronic suffocation", she needed a power beyond common sense, like a paralyzed person growing new limbs, drowning people with cheeks.

The thought drove her to move, to look upwards, to find where she had fallen.

There were no pavilions running through it, just a huge, obscure celestial body hanging high above the vast and desolate earth, densely cracked and unmemorable on the surface.

The feeling of falling struck again, in the opposite direction, and as I shuttled between the "floors", the gaze in the white light and the fungus also came again.

This time they rushed in eagerly, wanting to cling to the ride and go to the "upper level".

The remnants of consciousness that longed for something unreasonable gladly agreed and accepted it on their journey.

……

……

"I kind of got it!" Kraft pushed Koop away from Coop's support and returned to the church with a vague step, ordering the team to block off the second-floor hallway, and carrying a limp Martin down the stairs.

There was nothing wrong with the "spell" that Edward invented, even if the person who had established contact with the deep creatures failed to resist its traction for a while, at most they would die cleanly, and they didn't even have to trouble others to collect the corpse.

But once this thing is actually used, there are two problems.

First, what happens after multiple, if not dozens, use? Edward's examination did not think about it, Kraft did not know, and there was no follow-up to the manuscript, but the cultist who was carried away by the discovery of another world and "angels" certainly did not think about it, and he did not think about it once in the process of "sending people to the kingdom of the Father".

Devouring dozens of creepers has become unprecedentedly large, and the proliferation may have exceeded the size of those bodies, whether this is a factor of loss of control is no longer available.

The second question is, is there really only one creature in the depths? The answer is clearly no. The deep layers are a very complex, geographically significant place where creeping creatures interact with other things that the Father doesn't know what they are.

This may be the main reason for the loss of control, at least one of them. Then he took over the fungus spirits of creeping creatures, that is, those things that are suspected to be spiritual bodies, and used this as a channel to come to the present world, catalyzing the growth of fungi on a large scale, indiscriminately infecting animals and plants, and looking for a body to live in.

Luckily, perhaps because the creepers are similar to human tissue, they chose a human shell, otherwise things would have been different if a parasitic brown bear had popped up here.

However, the vast majority of fungal species are not suitable for infecting the human body, except for slowly changing the environment and inhaling by high concentration of spores, I am afraid that only some immunocompromised people will have permanent fungal infections, such as human immunodeficiency virus, or ...... Tuberculosis.

Kraft probably guessed what the object was moving during the Duke's two lung taps.

It was a very lucky individual, when the old duke traveled around the territory, came here for a vacation, and tasted mushrooms, he found a living host with fungi for a long time, and enjoyed the rare coexistence conditions of hosts and fungi, and was carried around.

And now, Kraft was going to meet the culprit sitting behind his desk again.

Sensing someone entering the study, he still seemed to want to pretend not to move and repeat the old trick, but the person who stayed at the door asked him to take the initiative to raise his head again.

Although there are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, it is not difficult to know the autonomous consciousness of its existence from the movements, and it can also recognize the incoming person. The reappearance of the victim caused him to be a little confused, and then his chest bulged out, ready to perform that breath again.

"Breathing requires a closed chest cavity to create negative pressure." Kraft raised his hand and aimed a wound crossbow at the guy who didn't require a spell to cast a spell, but still needed a lot of lung capacity, and let go of the machine.

"You can see in his chest how the external intercostal muscles are lifted to expand the volume of the ribcage, which we will have the opportunity to explain in detail later, but there are very few opportunities to see it intuitively."

The small, pen-thick arrow pierced the target of the failed inflation attempt, interrupting his inflating process, and small femoral spores erupted from the tail of the hollow arrow. He insisted on continuing, and the second arrow piercing his right lung cut off the idea completely.

"Times have not changed, Your Excellency the 'Spellcaster', the spell is invincible to the Flying Arrow. If your Lord gives you anything else, try it. ”

This frivolous attitude towards the Heavenly Father had a noticeable irritating effect, and he struggled to sit up from his chair and let out a low roar of incomprehensible meaning as his lungs leaked and his voice was low.

Feeling that he still had to take extra risks, Kraft nodded to Koop, who picked up his winch crossbow and flew out with heavy arrows against armor and pinned him to the back of his chair.

Seeing that there was no hope of resistance, the coral horn-like mushroom crowned and ornate as the shell of a ceremonial bishop reached out to his chest like the legendary saints who practiced the doctrine while dying, and tried to draw a circle.

A very faint, almost snorting sensation swept through the room, passing through the various objects without hindrance, reminding Kraft of his own mental organs, only in a much smaller and fainter range, barely felt.

As if by a great shock, the movement of the imaginary circle ended, and the remainder of the scaly-covered face twisted into some kind of indistinct, but recognizable, "surprise".

“……”

A fainter sound, but this time different from before, still oddly pitched, probably discernible to normal Norse development.

"What?" Unexpectedly, the anger and surprise would bring, but Kraft cautiously did not come closer, pricking up his ears to hear what was being said, even if it was cursing and cursing, it might be useful.

“…… And he said unto them, Do not be afraid...... I will report to you......" The phrase came out of the infected throat in fits and starts, but it was pronounced as best as possible to the standard, word by word, as if it had been prepared many times, "is a message of great joy...... It's about all peoples. ”

It wasn't a curse or something, it was supposed to be a passage from the Holy Scripture, and he couldn't finish it, and his unsupported body hung down, his head slammed on the table, and the mushrooms shattered.

Kraft and Koop stared at each other.

"So what is this talking about?"