To this day, Kraft has not actually experienced a real battlefield.

It is undeniable that sometimes he feels that he has experienced it many times, and after tasting the touch of human and inhuman with a sword, no matter how conservative a person is, it is easy to have the idea of "nothing more than that".

It's a misconception, an illusion of smashing loose enemies one by one, using traps to create an advantage.

The real battlefield should be closer to the present situation, where the individual traits are eroded and become one, forming some kind of large, weak-minded whole, dominated by a chaotic and sluggish consciousness.

The whole group did not express will, only the sound of marching shields, the scraping and striking of iron thorns, and the murmur of suspected human voices in it.

Green began to rejoice in what had happened to him in the sewers on a rainy night, and if it hadn't been for the foreshadowing, someone might have made some kind of collapse when he saw that form.

Of course, it's not much better now, and all the most disciplined teams can do is keep their sanity and act in unison in the aisle.

Before escaping, Yvonne picked up a short spear from the ground and threw it, the remnant of the weapon barely discernible before plunging into the darkness, striking the striking mechanism with a brass bell-like humming sound.

This failed to curb the speed of the propulsion, accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of metal expanding, and the depression caused by the blow swelled and reset.

The lethal force of the individual is not enough to cause damage to the integrator, and it seems to be some kind of malicious joke on the "collective power", literally twisting different bodies together and breaking down the barriers.

Perhaps this is the perfect posture of an ideal military formation.

Kraft grabbed Yvonne and dragged her into the center of the group, retreating away from the dark tide.

The sound of its approach was replayed through the folded corridors of the intricate corridors, ubiquitously, pouring in from every doorway in every stone chamber and following the heels of the procession.

The masonry trembled with an increasingly tight frequency, conveying a slight tingling sensation like an electric shock. The ranks of chaos seem to have been summoned from a long slumber, slowly reawakening, stretching themselves out in a way that is not limited by space.

Where it came from is unknown, but the torrent of metal-laden biomass seemed to have been released from some gate, quickly filling the surroundings, even appearing in the direction of the procession, torturing every eardrum with those sharp scraping sounds.

They were forced to abandon their plans to turn back and move deeper into the three-dimensional labyrinth in order to distance themselves.

The process was not smooth, and the need to separate the embossed patterns on the door's edge to find the correct route was exacerbated by the tight time, and even if everyone did their best not to show the panic that was about to boil, the low-level mistakes of almost reading the wrong pattern several times made them realize that the situation was not good.

It now seems that this way of marking the route, far from being obvious, is too easy to cause a trompe l'oeil in an emergency.

"Report the direction, report the direction!" Green shouted at everyone, "To the left! ”

The sword guards guided them in zigzag directions, spiraling up and down from time to time, and it was hard to imagine how they could have navigated the labyrinth without discovering the patterns.

"Forward!"

"No, I'm wrong."

Two voices rang out at the same time, reconfirming the relief in front of him, and the latter was horrified to find that he had barely thought before giving his bearings, and almost steered the team in the wrong direction.

It was clearly a figure with a sword pointing upward, and it was subjectively distorted into an exit by the spirit in a high degree of tension, "No, what I just saw is"

"Don't explain, see clearly, keep running!" The priest interrupted his explanation, which was the last thing needed right now.

A simple change to the direction of the report effectively added a layer of safety, and after a few correct turns, the team quickly found the right feeling, and the sound of chasing behind was slightly farther away.

It obviously does not use optical organs to find prey, but directly perceives the location through some special way, and it is inevitable that it will be blocked for a moment by various detours.

But the tide never needs to find a route, it just pours into everything it can until it engulfs its target.

"Turn right!" One of the monks gave directions, but then a desperate surprise seized him by the feet, preventing him from moving forward.

Chaos and metal resonating behind the doorway, perhaps by a coincidence of countless branches, a part of the dark tide passing through a circuitous path that stood in the way of the way at some point.

The validity of the distance definition seems to it to be in a state of flux, and it can appear unconstrained in places that are impossible to reach at that speed.

"This can't be ......" The monk couldn't explain how this happened, and the similar stone chamber environment contributed to the spatial confusion, as if he had returned himself to the thing after a large circle.

Green reacted immediately, "Don't be stunned! Go the other way. ”

"Where?" Deviation from the guidelines is just a lingering breath, and you may crash into a dead end at any time.

It may not be possible to wait until then, when the loss of guidance has driven the human mental state into a corner, and the fear is irrepressibly expressed through the wrinkled forehead lines and flickering pupils.

Courage in the ordinary sense of the word cannot sustain one to imagine the consequences of contact with that shield wall, let alone to think about the way in which the owners of the grunting lines exist.

"Continue ahead and turn left in the next room." An affirmative voice stabilized the situation, "This side can bypass." ”

The voice was all too familiar, and Green found that his usual composure remained in the professor's place.

How do you know? He wanted to ask, but he understood the consequences of asking, and the unstable collective panic could erupt at any moment due to questioning.

The recent mist of Kraft was temporarily removed, replaced by a certain state of exhilaration, and the intuitive impression that had been felt in him became clear: the image of propriety was a solidified case, containing secrets and other things.

And now the "other things" become more obvious and injected into the shell. Emerge abruptly like an amorphous creature chasing them into a labyrinth.

"Go ahead, turn left in the next room." Kraft repeated, his gaze wandering, attached to the myriad visible and invisible foci in the space.

Green was sure that something had changed, and that was no illusion.

The team moved and was guided by a two-step guide.

The churning chaos that surrounded them appeared in every unexpected direction, but it was always one step away from them, and was predictably avoided and left behind.

After an extremely complicated transition, the sword-relief doorway representing the correct route reappeared, and this time nothing blocked in the direction.

Kraft choked his throat and showed a strange false feeling of suffocation like a fish thrown ashore with its gills open, and said in a painful voice with a distorted tone: "Go on, don't stop, it's here and there!" ”