AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 1015 - 474: Storm and Sneering Angels

Chapter 1015: Chapter 474: Storm and Sneering Angels

Of course, Lin Yi wasn’t sure what was going to happen to the "Burial Body" will after Zhang Lingzhen’s annihilation. Would it perhaps return to its original form like him? Or might there be some unknown change?

He didn’t know, but he was aware that his actions had inflicted damage on Zhang Lingzhen’s body (modified by the "Burial Body" will) almost akin to piercing it with a bone spur—unless that bone spur could further harm this part of the "Burial Body" will.

While he silently admired the "fireworks," a figure appeared at the door of Class 18, Group C, against the light and heat of the ash explosion.

"Ashen Apostle · Fireman."

"’Ashes’... what a wonderful feeling..." The Fireman’s brows and eyes were filled with a frenzied smile of indulgence, more fanatical at this moment than a Zealot, like a starving ghost seeing freshly baked delicious bread.

It clawed voraciously at the extraordinary power mixed with ashes here, advancing through the quagmire to the source of the intense combustion.

In its eyes, a blazing light was reflected, the core burst point within the bone-seeing eye appeared just like a newly rising sun.

It could almost start chanting that famous poem in its heart, ’If the Yang arrives, dawning in the east...’

"So delicious... so delicious..."

It came closer to the source bit by bit, like a tiny moth rushing towards rising flames, like a Mist Chasing Light Seeker pursuing the phantoms of yesteryear...

"Boom... poof!"

As it walked, a wisp of golden flame suddenly flared up on the Fireman. Being an ash-burning entity, it paid no mind to these flames, but after only a few steps, the golden flames engulfed its entire body, and with this spreading speed, its flesh was instantly consumed, and the bones within began to whiten at a visible speed.

In the end, the Fireman hadn’t taken more than a few steps before it turned into a skeletal sculpture, and this formation only paused for a moment before it was directly annihilated.

"’Those Who Chase the Light Through the Fog End Up as Phantoms’." Lin Yi witnessed this and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The weight of the Night Watchman’s cautions needed no further elaboration, nor any proof.

He gazed outside the classroom, able to perceive that the area outside was already packed tightly with Nocturnal species, yet it was useless; these entities dared not approach, only daring to shrink against the outer wall, hiding in places where the light couldn’t directly reach, gazing with both longing and fear.

...

The continuous eruption of ashes finally induced a qualitative change. The hot airflow clashed with the cold environment outside the Teaching Building, and suddenly a damp wind arose under the gloomy sky, followed by deep thunder rolling in the depths of the sky, and then a torrential downpour came crashing down...

"Rumble——!"

"Drip, drip... splash..."

"Rustle... rustle..."

The torrential rain poured down in sheets, but all the rainwater was annihilated by the turbulent supernatural power as it approached the Teaching Building. This rain, influenced by the ashes, could naturally not be an ordinary thing, yet the arrival of the downpour signified the emergence of "extraordinary weather" in the already abnormal above-fifth-floor area of the Teaching Building.

The eerie art teacher, leading Ren Jianxiong and many zealots hastily along the Teaching Building corridor, was suddenly enveloped by the downpour, endless raindrops filling the entire space like the water curtain formed by waves crashing against rocks and shattering.

Her expression changed drastically, and her steps suddenly halted!

She looked in horror at the end of the corridor, where a sculpture had appeared at the corner of the corridor and the stairway, seemingly out of nowhere.

The downpour engulfed the Teaching Building, concealing the deceitful gray angel sculpture, its face covered with a sneering smile, its pair of wings folded on its back, each feather’s outline clear and distinct.

Deceitful Angel Sculpture!

The lost souls from the abyss of fog and darkness... had descended at this moment!

"Rustle... rustle..."

In the midst of the downpour, the eerie art teacher dared not take the slightest action. She stared tightly at the shadow of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture...

As a zealot, she was more aware than anyone of the threat represented by the appearance of the Deceitful Angel.

And her only hope now was that the Deceitful Angel was after the explosion point of the ashes and not coming for them...

The Deceitful Angel didn’t move, and she dared not move either.

Suddenly she thought of something and quickly shouted loudly, "Everyone listen to me, do not look at the Angel Sculpture! I’ll repeat it again! Do not look at the Angel Sculpture!!"

Shortly after her words fell, many zealots withdrew their gaze, but a few zealots, due to curiosity stirred by the word "don’t," looked over.

Upon seeing the Deceitful Angel Sculpture, they didn’t feel anything initially, but after a few more glances, their eyes turned gray uncontrollably, their entire being petrifying in place like a statue...

As time went on, more and more Deceitful Angel Sculptures began to descend. Their appearance was without any warning; one moment there was nothing, and the next moment a sculpture suddenly appeared, then another, and another...

They seemed not to exist within this layer, yet as the zealots focused on the first Deceitful Angel Sculpture, one by one, they seemed to capture a strengthened signal, crawling out from the crevices of time and layers.

Before long, a fine layer of cracks appeared on the first Deceitful Angel Sculpture’s body, followed by its body beginning to fade in color, quickly becoming a phantom half-transparent form.