The unexpected sneak attack was met with unexpected resistance, and the monk immediately spun his sword and slashed at Kraft with a backhand, trying to force him back.

The latter, instead of retreating, advanced and accurately resisted the attack again, raising his sword to stab the façade from top to bottom.

While he was busy dealing with the road, Kraft went one step further, sandwiching small movements into his swordsmanship, stealthily lifting his foot and kicking his calf.

The monk suddenly lost his balance in the lower handicap, and involuntarily lunged forward, sending himself towards his opponent.

Rather than stab him directly, Kraft turned his sword into a stab with a good grasp of the distance, raising his counterweight and slamming it against the façade.

Although the fragile parts of the facial features are avoided, the effect equivalent to the impact of a small hammer is still very significant, temporarily depriving the sense of space and most of the hearing, and the effect of bone conduction physical impact is not much worse than that of mental impact, and the effect is faster.

Vertigo and a high-frequency buzz in his ears made him obscure where he was, and then a second blow hit his wrist, forcing him to let go of the hilt of his sword.

The threat of the monk who left the weapon plummeted, and the others, who had some scruples, rushed up, held down the hidden madman, tied his hands, and unloaded the other weapons on his body.

The monk who had escaped from under Grimm's sword had disappeared from view, leaving only the sound of swift footsteps.

The priest had no intention of chasing after him for a meaningless search, but looked angrily and regretfully at the place where he had disappeared, waiting for something.

The footsteps stopped abruptly, like a sword thrown into the swamp, and the mud seized him and dragged him into the depths without splashing even the smallest handful.

He silently turned, knelt down in front of the restrained monk, pulled out the gilded emblem pendant on his chest, and pressed it on his badly swollen forehead after being knocked by Kraft, causing a struggle.

A fast-paced prayer poured out from between Green's lips, opening and closing quickly, beginning with a call to Heavenly Father and all the saints under His throne, followed by a request for forgiveness for the sins of the most devout of the faithful who had gone astray, hoping to use its power to cast evil out of the corrupted.

"In the name of the Father, evil thing, I ask you to leave this body and go back to Hell!" The priest looked firmly into his eyes with an awkward smile, and the right amount of anger rolled in his tone and eyes, so as not to affect the coherence and clarity of the prayer.

The image resembles a standard sculpture of the Angel of Judgment, reading the Judgment Edict from the Father.

The live performance was excellent, and it could be seen that the priest's degree in theology was definitely higher than the medical degree of the owner of a clinic. If it weren't for the fact that Kraft had seen someone possessed by a deep spirit, he might have felt that something was attached to this guy.

He wondered if Green really thought it worked, after all, he had barely seen the priest perform any rituals before.

Even with the speed of speech, the exorcism prayer took no short time, and the mentally affected monk gradually stopped struggling.

At the same time, it seems that because of the detachment from the source of influence, combined with the exorcism in place, a slight trance color appeared on the face, which eased the stiff and weird smile.

Truth be told, in Kraft's view, this was a normal change in the self-resolution of delirium episodes, but he soon discovered that the main effect was manifested in other people.

The rest of the monks were less affected and probably didn't feel much, but seeing that their colleagues showed signs of relief, the panic state improved, and the spiritual stabilizing effect of faith began to work again.

They took over Green's work, recited prayers in unison, and called him back to his brothers in the church.

Yvonne observed their behavior curiously, not sensing anything special from them, and the whispering voice fell silent again.

And Kraft was a little relieved, at least the mental effect was not permanent. He didn't want to be forced to dispose of a member of the team, which would be a far bigger blow to morale than if someone had gone crazy and committed suicide.

But he could feel that something not so good was buried. It has been a long time since the mental senses were closed, and the painful discomfort of restraint and shortness of breath still rises and falls with each breath.

The Professor left the crowd and approached Green, who had walked a few steps away, alone looking at the dark entrance to the hallway.

The priest's gaze returned to the place where the monk had disappeared, and from the deep and rapid heaving of his chest, it could be seen that his emotions had not completely subsided.

"That's why the Church has always been opposed to preaching unnatural forces, including most miracles."

It's hard to say whether his anger was at the chaos thing, or at the belief in his colleagues being stirred, or at his own limited abilities.

"All the preaching of powerful forces beyond the reach of ordinary people is essentially the result of the softening of the heart and morality, and there is no difference between obedience to power. Believing in the power of the Father and believing in the Father are completely different. ”

It's a bit unwise to talk to people in medical school about theology, and it's a bit of a cow playing the piano, but it seems that Green doesn't care who he talks to, he just explains his thoughts, and doesn't need to be particularly approved.

Kraft nodded, "I agree with that, the idea of being supported solely by the expectation of return is unstable, and most of them have hidden dangers. ”

"To be honest, I've seen a lot of these things, and it's different every time, but the people I see have a similar reaction, and you're the exception."

“.” Green didn't say anything more, his desire to express himself was temporarily exhausted.

This state of affairs is already quite familiar to Kraft, and these people need time to complete the adjustment of their worldview. He held his torch aloft and began to observe his surroundings boredly.

I have never seen such a large amount of black liquor crystals, perhaps it can also be called "black salt", which is laid in this wide corridor without hesitation, and plays the purest inhibiting role.

They melt en masse when the chaos arrives, and then condense again, forming a shore-like crystal beach of the Dead Sea.

It should be a separation, and from here on, it will be the true core of this labyrinthine tomb complex.

According to the logic of ordinary tombs, it is very suitable for drawing and arranging long-form narrative relief murals and the like for decoration and recording, but so far it has not been found, and it can probably only be answered in the real central area.

A large number of quirky patterns occupy the walls of the precious corridor, some of which resemble dense cobwebs radiating from a central point, while the other part of the overlapping pattern is deeply carved into a shallow depth and is dominated by topographic curves and some regular blocks.

It seems that the carving is simple, but it can be found that there are textures inside the lines in order to distinguish them from each other, and most of the radial lines are filled with horizontal bar textures, while the latter is different, with a variety of patterns such as rectangular squares, oblique squares, dots, and dojis, which make Kraft a little dazzled.

But in many of the pictures, there is a wide strip through it, filled by a horizontal bar texture, and I don't know what it is.

Kraft looked at it for a while, and his confusion gradually deepened, and although the previous figure was abstract, he could still see the reason, which was really beyond the scope of comprehension.

"Oh, and the colors are pretty rich?" Craft's eyes were fixed on the wall, and Green looked at it as well.

"Color?" Kraft rubbed his eyes vigorously, suspecting that he and Greenley must have had an eye problem.

"Yes, for example, this horizontal stripe is blue, the square is black, and the little cross is gold." Pointing to the lines on the wall, Green explained.

"How do you know what colors they represent?"

"I reviewed it when I was reading a book some time ago, and it is often used in heraldry, so you can't expect every place with heraldry to be painted, right?"

(End of chapter)