AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 1017 - 475: Illusions of the Past, the "Name" the World Cannot Bear

Chapter 1017: Chapter 475: Illusions of the Past, the "Name" the World Cannot Bear

The indescribable dazzling light and shadow, traversing countless layers, distorting many layers along the way, finally pierced the dense mist and descended outside the broken window of Class 18 in Teaching Building Group C. The form interwoven by endless light and will was a human-like silhouette made of countless glass fragments reflecting numerous light spots...

There are many names for it, but regardless of the kind, they signify its rank as at least "Supreme Judgment"!

Even using the words of Convenience Store Owner -003, it is the only true "Ashen Apostle".

"Conceptual level sculpture," "Original Type Ash Apostle," and the projection of the "Ash Apostle" path in the current world.

The incarnation of the Ash Apostle!

"It’s coming... it’s coming...!" The voice of the "Burial Body" trembled with devotion, seemingly offering supreme worship to the "Original Type Ash Apostle".

It seems natural, as the essence of the "Burial Body" is also among the ranks of Angel Sculptures, whereas in front of the "Original Type Ash Apostle", Angel Sculptures are merely larger "Mist Chasing Light Seekers".

With the gradual descent of the "Original Type Ash Apostle", trees in the entire Green Forest Belt outside the Teaching Building trembled violently as if electrified; the sound of branches and leaves rubbing became chaotic whispers, the lights in the Teaching Building exploded and extinguished in rhythmic flickers, darkness engulfed corridors like a tide...

In the whole world, only the enigmatic luminescence beyond the spectrum circulated around the "Original Type Ash Apostle"...

Non-Euclidean geometric contours vaguely floated on the colorful cross-sections, as if compressing countless dimensions into the two-dimensional plane, any observer’s soul would feel a strong burning sensation due to the information overload.

The endless downpour engulfing the Teaching Building, hitting the walls like bullets and breaking into countless water droplets, exterminating vapor incessantly, blending with mist, dragging the world into boundless grey mist.

Purebred Nightwalker species, drenched, seemed slick like mucus, crawling and writhing like Pilgrims, singing a sinister overture like seaweed in waves:

"I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!"

"I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome!!"

"I AvgruNnen..."

As the chant continued, their eyeballs spun rapidly within their skulls, pupils fracturing like shattered mirrors, reflecting the fragments of truth veering in the angles of the "Original Type Ash Apostle".

The world began to distort with chanting; building lines started twisting in ways violating physical laws, like glassy flowers blossoming in space or space being splintered into bamboo strips and woven continuously; any observer would have their cognition destroyed upon witnessing this scene.

Finite building lines twisted into infinite Möbius strip structures, the torrential rain gradually suspended into static matrixes, each raindrop reflecting the outline of the "Original Type Ash Apostle", the light and heat produced from the ashes’ extreme combustion only constituted the calling coordinates for the "Original Type Ash Apostle" to descend here, no force could resist the "Original Type Ash Apostle" from eroding time and space at this moment!

The forms of Sneering Angels began to materialize in the twisted layers, and the supernatural power that maintained their state seemed forcibly extracted by the "Original Type Ash Apostle"...

Not just their power, all supernatural power suffusing this place converged toward the "Original Type Ash Apostle" at this moment, the trajectory of the convergence faintly formed a Fibonacci sequence...

Dim light swept over the classroom’s outer walls, sparsely permeating inside, where Sneering Angels had transformed into blue-grey statues, their wet wings condensing frost in the scorching airflow.

Their reverent gazing eyes upon the "Original Type Ash Apostle" entirely changed into crystalline, angular eyeballs, stone eyelids split into profound cracks extending from the corners of eyes to the cheekbones, tear-frosted pupils shimmering with the cool light of grey-blue quartz...

They murmured the ancient and sinister chant like Nightwalkers: "I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTome", their blue-grey skin gradually yielded moss in the vapor, almost like Sneering Angel Sculptures were submerged in seawater for an extended period in this brief moment, even their hands clasped in prayer across their chests bearing nails embedded with fragments and debris of unknown centuries...

Lin Yi found himself unable to perceive the will of the "Burial Body" anymore, the entire world seemed to contain only him and the "Original Type Ash Apostle".

In the twisted, disordered world, the "Original Type Ash Apostle", surrounded by the Fibonacci sequence spirals, became the sole point of order, Lin Yi gazed upon it as if a mortal in a doctrine looking upon a descending deity...

The scene was both pure and sacred yet absurdly sinister, drawing one irresistibly deep within...

Gradually, Lin Yi’s perception began to metamorphose, every inch of the "Original Type Ash Apostle" in his perception resembled some divine trajectory, like writhing cuneiform and a certain starry trajectory, also like some ancient secret mark unexplored by humanity, or even a mysterious language utterly beyond comprehension by carbon-based life forms...