AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 753 - 348: Old Mo’s Package

Chapter 753: Chapter 348: Old Mo’s Package

Just now... Did Old Mo really snatch that thing from in front of him, then stomp it under his foot?!

Compared to being targeted and ambushed by the Sneering Angel right after landing, Lin Yi was more shocked that the Sneering Angel was supposed to be incorporeal, wasn’t it? How could it have been trampled under Old Mo’s foot?!

"What...? What exactly is going on?!"

Words once spoken by Old Mo resurfaced in his mind:

"The Sneering Angel is a phenomenon of Contamination infiltrating the Layers... Their physical entities and the layers you see are asynchronous, hence they appear ghost-like."

"Simply pull them out from that Layer, but this requires deep levels of Contamination, otherwise, it will backfire..."

"Those capable of combating it no longer need to follow the rules..."

"Those capable of combating it"

"Simply pull them out from the Layer"

However, Ke Lin Yi’s attention involuntarily shifted to Old Mo’s hands, with a layer of golden aura floating over his palms, seemingly meeting the prerequisite condition needed to pull the Sneering Angel from the Layer?

He recalled the Sneering Angel that materialized after being illuminated by the old kerosene lamp...

"Could the golden aura have some restraining effect on the Sneering Angel?"

"But doesn’t the Sneering Angel itself also possess a golden aura?"

"What’s going on here?"

Meanwhile, around him, he noticed some peculiar sounds, "rustling, rustling," as if something was stealthily crawling.

He immediately noticed, beneath the peripheral area of the Watchtower, a large number of Purebred Nightwalkers were hiding, and those sneaky sounds were coming from them.

Just like the Purebred Nightwalkers in the Teaching Building both wanted to approach the Sneering Angel and yet dared not approach, these Purebred Nightwalkers in front of the Angel Sculpture seemed to have an innate, instinctive, subordinate sense of inferiority, only daring to watch from afar, not daring to get too close—even though the Sneering Angel was being trampled by Old Mo.

Before he could observe more, a "rip" sound followed by a piercing screech suddenly drew Lin Yi’s attention.

Old Mo ripped off the wings of the Sneering Angel; a mist of blood in gold, gray, and green colors sprayed out from where the wings were torn at the base, splattering all over Old Mo.

Some other mists were swept away by the storm, scattering everywhere, and those Purebred Nightwalkers hiding in the dark and corners of the Watchtower were jubilant like drought-relieved by sweet rain, recklessly rushing towards the dispersing mist, not caring even if they had to jump off the edge of the Watchtower.

Some just touched the mist and fell into the sea while jumping through the air, swept away by the surging seawater.

More terrifyingly, because it was contaminated with a bit of residue from the Angel Sculpture, as soon as it fell into the ocean, countless Purebred Nightwalkers swarmed over it like fighting over food, quickly and thoroughly devouring it.

Other Purebred Nightwalkers were no exception, any that got hold of the Supernatural Power within the Angel Sculpture and could not digest it in time would be plundered by other Purebred Nightwalkers.

These Purebred Nightwalkers seemed to lack even the most basic herd instinct.

Meanwhile, the pair of wings in Old Mo’s hands began to undergo another sinister deformation, every feather writhing, either shrinking or changing into some other form, but regardless of how they changed, they all subtly tended towards one direction—eyeballs.

Lin Yi immediately thought of the transformation of the Rage Angel during the "Banquet"; the wings of the Angel Sculpture indeed turned into Big Eyeballs.

That wingless Sneering Angel, still struggling on the ground, was letting out some obscure, difficult to comprehend roars, not clear what it was saying.

Old Mo dragged its translucent body, slowly moved next to Lin Yi, then with its last breath, tossed it aside.

The wingless Sneering Angel, clearly still gasping for breath on the ground, sparked its dim, golden eyes with renewed flame upon seeing Lin Yi.

Its mouth writhing, roaring, its eyes revealed a strong greed and desire, as if it willingly sacrificed its life just to bite a piece of flesh from Lin Yi.

Old Mo frowned, stretched his hand toward its neck.

Lin Yi noticed, the back of the Sneering Angel’s neck was ethereal, in that unreal, untouchable state, yet Old Mo still grabbed it.

"Eh?" Lin Yi blinked, then quickly realized that what enabled Old Mo to do this was because his hand was covered with a golden aura.

Like touching the large plaster body within the Matrix, Old Mo now captured the "body" of the Sneering Angel in a similar fashion.

The next moment, with a burst of strength, Old Mo twisted the Sneering Angel’s neck, turning its face away from Lin Yi.

After completing this step, Old Mo then sat on the still-breathing Sneering Angel as if it were a bench, then took off his backpack behind him.

"Old Mo... huff, huff..." Lin Yi gasped weakly, "Shouldn’t we... huff, huff... just go straight into the Art Building... huff, huff...?"

Old Mo replied: "The Art Building has been enveloped by the ’Night Guard’s Domain’, forcefully charging in is not worth the loss, besides... I have something to tell you, and you also need to recover, don’t you?"