AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 515 - 231: The Death of Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang (Extra 1,000 Words) _2

Chapter 515: Chapter 231: The Death of Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang (Extra 1,000 Words) _2

He quietly lifted some of the hood and looked up, following that warm feeling.

He saw Mu Daxian with arms slightly spread, holding a light bulb in each hand.

That warm feeling was coming from the light bulbs!

Mu Daxian’s mouth murmured, as if chanting some ancient verses. This magical rhythm seemed to soothe the Sneering Angels, intoxicating them.

However, Mu Daxian seemed to be suffering. His complexion turned pale at a visibly fast rate, as if maintaining this state was a highly burdensome operation for him.

"Brother Xian, he...?!"

Mao Feiyang stared blankly at this scene.

At that moment, he seemed to hear Mu Daxian’s voice, "Idiot, stop looking. Did you really think I would let you face the angels alone?"

Mao Feiyang felt as if struck by lightning. He was stunned and then understood that it indeed was Mu Daxian talking to him, but while doing so, he had to pretend to be mumbling to himself!

"So awesome, next time will it be your turn to face the angels alone?"

Mu Daxian’s joking voice was still echoing in his ears, but now he knew that men could also be so duplicitous.

You tricked me into facing the angels alone, then you suddenly took action?

Mao Feiyang’s heart turned sour, suddenly understanding why Mu Daxian, when Old Mo miraculously descended to save him, felt like if it were a woman, he would have offered himself to her on the spot.

With the situation now, if he had been a woman, he too might have thought of offering himself.

Passing down the torch, life continued uninterrupted.

Perhaps it was because someone had once sheltered him from the rain that now he was willing to do the same for others.

Mao Feiyang was deeply moved, his eyes slightly moist.

But this situation did not continue for long, as the two light bulbs began to flicker with a "pop pop" sound and quickly went out as visible to the naked eye...

Before the light bulbs completely extinguished, Mu Daxian pulled out the last bulb and forcefully sustained this last wave of brightness.

However, the brightness of one bulb was after all not enough, and the light inside the elevator significantly dimmed.

At this moment, Lin Yi distinctly felt waves of cold chills eroding his flesh and could clearly sense the complex emotions of tension and fear mingling within Maozi.

But he had no way to change anything.

Lin Yi was well aware that this was his dream, and no matter what happened, he could only be an observer.

As an observer, the only thing he could do was gather as many clues and pieces of information as possible to expand his own field of knowledge.

So, he carefully observed everything around him; only in this way could he extract enough "value" from here.

Gradually, he noticed that the grey foggy glow floating around the Sneering Angels seemed somewhat special.

He discovered that the cold malice within the fog dispersed like dust, as if particles of thought, projected from some unknowable higher dimension into three-dimensional space, continuously wafting away with the angels’ unique "breathing".

This ash-like substance, as soon as it appeared, was immediately evaporated by the elevator’s light, but when the elevator lights flickered, only the brightness from Mu Daxian’s light bulbs could still dispel them.

And each cancelation made the light bulb’s brightness dim a bit more.

[The sun had long been extinguished, how much longer could their afterglow illuminate them? The Grey Mist has arrived, all of you shall perish.]

Lin Yi recalled what the Pseudo-human Art Teacher had said to Mu Daxian in the Art Building.

Once the light was extinguished, the entire world would be enveloped by the angels’ ashes!

Was this the essence of the Grey Mist Invasion?!

Lin Yi’s pupils slightly tightened—"The one Mu Daxian mentioned, ’He’ who could tear paper, could it be the ultimate ’Angel’..."

"Could it be the being known as ’God’ from the mythological era of Europe?"

"The great flood, volcanoes, natural disasters, meteorites... the apocalyptic disasters... could this be the ’understanding’ of ’tearing paper’ by the people of the Ancient Era?!"

"Because such means could not be understood, the forms of expression brought by its performance thus became the only way for people to ’understand’ it!"

"Exactly, thus often only those of the priestly or witch doctor positions among those races would pass these things down verbally—because ’truth’ could not be ’understood’ by the world, thus only those High Sensers with an absolutely broad field of knowledge could vaguely touch this forbidden domain?"

In that instant, Lin Yi’s mind exploded, ancient apocalyptic images appearing in his mind—creators of ancient civilizations, recorders, helplessly watching the collapse of heaven and earth, noting down the final symbols...

Simultaneously, the sound of a train traversing a tunnel once again resounded by his side with a "clang clang clang clang," and his vision started to glitch like a stuck cassette.

Dark shadows seemed to spread behind him, ancient maxims swirling by his cheek with a magical and eerie rhythmic cadence, as if ribbons blown by the wind, lingering and echoing around his ears...

[...fanTome...]

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The abyss expanded behind him, the Grey Mist like tangible endless tentacles, trying to bind him, to drag him into the abyss!