AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 1022 - 477 Epilogue_2

Chapter 1022: Chapter 477 Epilogue_2

He fell heavily to the ground, his massive body splashing water on the rain-soaked surface.

"Don’t waste time!" the eerie arts teacher shouted, her state was bizarre but her mind seemed exceptionally clear, "Child, such opportunities... are rare!"

She cast a deep look at Ren Jianxiong, her cold and ruthless gaze sent chills down his spine, filling him with fear.

He trembled all over.

"Teacher... Teacher, maybe I should go and inform the Lord about this news, we..."

"Tu Tu Tu..."

The vision in front of Ren Jianxiong flickered, and the eerie arts teacher, who was not far away, suddenly appeared in front of him as if by a series of slides.

The eerie arts teacher grinned wickedly, her voice icy cold and strange to Ren Jianxiong: "Listen to me... eat a bit more!"

"But..."

Ren Jianxiong was terrified, not because of the Deceitful Angel Sculpture or the unknown "Primordial Ash Apostle," but because of this eerie arts teacher who suddenly became utterly unfamiliar.

The eerie arts teacher’s expression grew more hideous, her figure hunching as if to burst out of her uniform, craning her neck and slowly leaning towards him.

"I... I understand."

He clenched his teeth and lay powerless on the ground, his bulky body gently rising and falling.

Only then did the eerie arts teacher turn around, continuing like a devout beggar, slowly consuming the breaths of supernatural power and ash, gradually entering the portal of Class 18 of Group C.

Watching the back of the eerie arts teacher resembling more of a hunched crone, Ren Jianxiong swiftly got up from the ground, then gritted his teeth and quickly retraced his steps, running towards the direction of the Green Forest Belt.

But he had only taken a few steps when his vision flickered rapidly, and at the same time, he heard a sigh of helplessness echo in his ears.

His pupils slightly constricted, and then as if realizing something, he slowly looked down at his chest.

A hand had pierced through his chest, holding a still-beating heart.

"Teacher... you...?!"

His face was filled with painful disbelief, but the only response he got was a cold and somewhat raspy voice: "A person’s life doesn’t offer many chances... I gave you a chance, but you couldn’t grasp it."

As those words finished, the hand suddenly exerted force, and Ren Jianxiong’s heart exploded into a burst of blood.

The eerie arts teacher slowly withdrew her arm, leaving a bloody, wriggling, and slowly healing hole in Ren Jianxiong’s chest.

Clearly, although his heart had been crushed, he himself had not died.

"Lord..."

Ren Jianxiong, with gasping breath, numbly crawled on the ground, inching towards the Corridor Bridge leading to the Green Forest Belt.

The eerie arts teacher coldly glanced at his body, narrowing her eyes as she kicked the body into the pile of nocturnal species with her black silk heels.

"Such a good hound, but alas... not well-trained."

The eerie arts teacher gnawed angrily on her teeth, resentfully saying, "If only my status was more esteemed... I could have such loyal subordinates too..."

"Soon, soon... once I finish devouring this time, it will be time to amass strength..."

"Lord? From now on, I should be called ’Lord’ too..."

Her eyes flickered as she slowly walked towards Class 18 of Group C, with the ash and supernatural power gathering around her, a blurred and ethereal pair of wings faintly appeared behind her.

Upon closer examination, the silhouette of an angel seemed to emerge around her, embracing her, becoming more solid with her movements.

[Those who inherit the Angel’s Power, ultimately become the Angel’s Shadow.]

...

While all mysterious creatures were entranced by the ash radiance of the "Primordial Ash Apostle," the Mountain Man quietly crept up to the fifth floor of the Teaching Building.

His exoskeleton had no significant improvements since the previous day, and it seemed as if the limits of his equipment had been reached.

The Mountain Man held pocket watches in both hands, but the time on each watch was different, appearing to be about 40 minutes apart at first glance.

Looking at the endless nocturnal species, his bronzed, resolute face went pale.

He gasped slightly, and slowly made his way towards Class 18 of Group C.

When he arrived at the entrance of Class 18 of Group C and saw the scene inside the room, he collapsed to the ground as if a corpse.

After a moment, the Mountain Man suddenly inhaled sharply and then climbed back to his feet.

Gazing at the room full of Deceitful Angel Sculptures and the eerie arts teacher, who seemed to be praying devoutly not far away, his eyes were filled with hatred and anger, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

The exoskeleton armor tightened with him, blue glimmers rippling like waves across its surface, exuding a near-futuristic tech vibe.

But the Mountain Man did not act, instead calming his tense spirit through deep breaths.

"The main task... the main task..."

He whispered these words repeatedly to himself, then began searching for something.

Finally, he stopped at a step inside the classroom.

He lay on the ground, carefully searching an area less than a square meter.

This was the last location the "Ashen Apostle·Fireman" reached before being obliterated.

The Mountain Man continued to search, finally discovering something, retrieving a teardrop-shaped crystal from a crevice.

The surface of the crystal seemed to flow with gold, its interior filled with a web-like structure, some strands dense, others sparse. This varied structure seemed not naturally formed but influenced by an external force during its formation.

This was the trace left when the Fireman was obliterated, the marks of supernatural power and burning ash on its body, and also... the trajectory of the ash itself.

"Found it... the crystal of ash!!"

"That guy didn’t lie to me, the ’Puppet’ can indeed be used to collect ash... though at great cost and low efficiency..."

Cradling the crystal like a treasure, the Mountain Man’s gaze was fervent, though he couldn’t comprehend why this crystal’s purity exceeded his expectations by so much.

Besides this, the Mountain Man brushed aside everything else occurring, suppressing his excitement, packing up the crystal decisively, and preparing to leave.

Yet, at that moment, a strong sense of crisis enveloped the Mountain Man, his exoskeleton armor autonomously issued a warning, the rear suddenly erupting with a blast of air that propelled him forward a distance.

Simultaneously, a thud echoed as the eerie arts teacher appeared unknowingly in his original position, her stiletto heel slamming down where he had been, shattering both the heel and the floor, even tearing her stockings somewhat.

If not for the exoskeleton armor’s preemptive response, he would now bear severe injuries.

Underneath the dust, the eerie arts teacher’s damaged stockings revealed blue-grey skin beneath.

"Believer of the Black Moon! Indestructible wandering spirits and ghosts!" the Mountain Man spat contemptuously, instinctively reaching for equipment resembling high-tech bombs from his exoskeleton armor, but halted when his peripheral vision caught the Deceitful Angel Sculptures surrounding the eerie arts teacher.

"Lucky you!"

The Mountain Man threw a statement over his shoulder and turned to flee.

"Don’t... run!" But the eerie arts teacher was unwilling to let him go so easily, ghosting to the classroom entrance only to have a heavy stone slab hurled directly at her face.

Caught unawares, the slab flattened her head, sending her flying backward into the classroom with a crash...

At the entrance, the Mountain Man tossed the cracked stone slab aside, spat a disgruntled, "Damnit, can’t deal with them, can deal with you!" Then he sprinted off without a backward glance.

On the ground, the eerie arts teacher’s body convulsed nonstop, her head quickly returning to its original form, but by the time she fully recovered, the Mountain Man was long gone.