Chapter 318 "Light Bulb"
In addition, there are other obscure syllables, and these precepts fill the entire dome like concrete words.
As these sounds sounded, the puppet sculptures on the chains became more and more manic. However, when their mania reached a certain peak, they gradually became calmer, as if they had lost their strength...
And gradually, the angry angels also sensed something and started to riot one after another.
The angry angels who were strung on the iron chains all had ferocious expressions on their faces as they frantically pulled at the iron chain that ran through their bodies. Some even grabbed the iron chain with one hand and their own bodies with the other, trying to tear themselves off from the iron chain by tearing their own bodies.
However, the iron chain seemed to have grown together with its body. No matter how it moved, it could not be separated from the iron chain.
His body began to become broken, and pieces of squirming gelatinous substance began to peel off from its body. After these substances separated from its body, they quickly hardened in the gray mist and turned into some plaster-like substances.
During the hardening process, those gelatinous substances continued to spray out some gases of mixed colors, which were mainly gray mist, with blood-red steam, sky blue breath, and a small amount of green breath...
Even though the Angry Angel completely shattered itself, its muscles and bones were still firmly locked by the iron chains, as if the source was fixed, and it could not break free at all.
I saw mysterious graphics and characters floating on the iron chain, locking its skeleton and heart like gears...
It was still struggling, and the terrifying pollution aura turned into ripples and passed along the iron chain, causing the puppet sculptures that were connected together to be penetrated one after another, and the pollution in its body was separated from the body like yellow sand blown by the strong wind.
Without the air of pollution, the puppet sculptures are getting closer to the state of "death", and slowly begin to show the trend of sculpture.
They were also struggling, and they were still struggling until they were completely "dead". In the end, they turned into horrific and twisted sculptures one by one - just like the sculptures at the end of the stairwell leading up to the first floor of the teaching building.
In the end, all the puppet sculptures hanging on the dome died, and the Raging Angel turned into a short skeleton with only a beating heart...
The hardened body of the Raging Angel peeled off, like a house The peeling off wall coverings and stone chips fell rustlingly onto the playground that was flooded by the water. Dozens of angry angels on the iron chains were shattered together. The debris seemed like flowers raining all over the sky, and like flowers and leaves withering, falling down and forming ripples on the water.
In this foggy, flooded playground, those angry angels were also awakened by the iron rules of the night watchman, throwing tantrums like children who didn't get enough sleep.
Their eyes were red, their bodies were covered with blood-red steam, and they let out primitive roars of "raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" from their throats, like uncivilized beasts.
Some of them were hunched over, looking around and shouting at the same time, like a group of crazy demons in angel clothes. From time to time, they reached out and slapped the water surface, causing splashes of water.
However, in normal times, these angry angels should have immediately targeted the sports students and launched an attack, but here they were spinning around like headless flies, unable to get out of the boundaries of the playground like a ghost beating a wall.
They are not bound and are in the gray mist, but they seem to be imprisoned in a different kind of cage and cannot leave.
This raging angel, which is not penetrated by iron chains, obviously has a endurance far greater than those raging angels, so even when the ones above turn into skeletons, the ones on the playground are still alive and well.
"Just like this...can we kill them all?" Lin Yi looked at those angry angels like headless flies and couldn't help but feel confused.
"'That's it'?" Xia Lian on the side heard this and couldn't help but sneered, "Behind what you think is 'that's just like that' is the experience and melting pot built by countless ancestors who sacrificed their lives. We are just enjoying the shade they planted. Don't think that farming is easy when you are full."
Lin Yi was in awe, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "Sorry... I was negligent."
"It's okay." Xia Lian said, "You see, when they are smelted, the extraordinary power in the body will continue to drain out. These things are "high-purity pollution" formed after being tempered to the level of angel sculptures."
“This kind of pollution, once it loses its carrier or is not absorbed, will quickly dissipate in the air, just like pouring white sugar into a pond of water, it will be diluted into “original pollution”. "
"So don't be stunned, absorb as much as you can." Xia Lian said no more, licked her lips, and looked at the "air" in front of her with burning eyes, "This is the meaning of "feast". 》
Lin Yi suddenly understood.
Why did Mu Daxian tell Mao Zi that there was no need to go to the cafeteria? It was because he had known for a long time that art students also participated in such a feast in the gymnasium.
The matter of eating itself has different meanings for "experience students", "sports students" and "art students".
For experience students, eating is a way to purify the body of pollution.
For sports students and art students, it is just to satisfy their hunger, and they even need to absorb specific pollution.
Hence, if you can enjoy more pure energy, it is the same as eating less meals in the canteen.
Hence why security guards, physical education teachers, art teachers, etc., never go to the canteen.
It’s not that the food in the canteen is not delicious, but the roasted Raging Angel is more cost-effective.
So, even the boss calmly told him not to go to the canteen in the next few days.
For him, the canteen is no longer a necessity, because he does not need to purify pollution.
Or, for that amount of purification, one meal may produce more pollution...
And Lin Yi had a strange illusion... Tomatoes seemed to be no longer enough to pose a threat to him.
"Those angry angels, don't worry about them. Boiling frogs in warm water, at this point, they are just a kind of food." Xia Lian reminded, and then sat down.
Li Huiyuan licked her lips and said: "Lin Yi, I suddenly feel very hungry! I'm going to sit down too. Don't be idle, let's enjoy this feast together!"
"Hmm... Okay." Lin Yi nodded, but in fact he was not in a hurry at all. After he sat down, he continued to observe the changes in the angry angels on the playground.
As time goes by, those angry angels become more and more insane, but they do not kill each other, but just waste away.
After a while, they also began to change, their bodies began to become shriveled, and the pure pollution began to evaporate from their bodies and merged into the gray mist, but they did not merge with the gray mist for a long time, as if oil and water were separated.
With the forcible stripping of the extraordinary power from their bodies, the bodies of the Raging Angels began to harden and shrivel, but strange scenes began to appear...
When their bodies shriveled to a certain extent, the feathers began to shrink and slowly became rounder and fuller. The feathers of the wings were like ripe grapes, forming a large cluster of... eyes behind them.
Each feather seems to have turned into an eyeball, and the feathers on the pair of big wings have turned into a pair of fleshy wings composed of an unknown number of big eyeballs.
What makes people feel even more physically uncomfortable is that the roots of these big eyeballs are covered with bloodshot eyes, and these bloodshot eyes grow twisted and grow to the skeleton of the wings like the veins of leaves.
If you have trypophobia here, your sanity value will be completely cleared when you see this large series of big eyeball wings.
Lin Yi also felt that his scalp was numb and numb. He had trypophobia. Now that he saw those things, he felt that his whole body was not good.
But at this moment, another idea flashed in his mind!
When he was stared at by the Laughing Angel before, he felt that the Laughing Angel with its back turned to him seemed to be staring at him for some reason. Now that he thought about it, could it be because those feathers were essentially big eyeballs? !
"This...?"
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then discovered that those big eyes were still changing, one by one, they were superimposed together as if starting to merge...
And the pure extraordinary power in their bodies, in addition to escaping from the withered body, was pouring into those big eyes crazily.
In the end, some of the big eyeballs were superimposed together and turned into a brand new eyeball, while the previously superimposed ones formed circles and circles of concentric circles on that eyeball.
"Wait...that's?!"
Lin Yi's pupils shrank sharply.
The last formed eyeball was all too familiar to him. Isn't that... a "lightbulb"? !
The light bulb in the street light pole!
The "bulb" Mu Daxian grabbed out by exploding the street lamp with his hand was the eyeball after petrification!
That’s right, the eyeballs on that wing are still changing!
Lin Yi has no doubt that when the furnace is calcined to the end, the eyes of the wings will turn into "light bulbs" of the wings!
Hello guys, it turns out that light bulbs are actually "produced" here? !
He once felt that the light bulb was somewhat similar to an eyeball, and he also speculated whether it might be the eye of an angel sculpture. But what he never expected was that the direction was correct, and it was indeed an eyeball, but there were discrepancies in the details!
It is an eyeball, but it is not the eyeball on the head, but the eyeball on the wings on the back!
"No wonder the nocturnal species and the pseudo-human sculptures would timidly follow us close to the lamppost in the dark, but dare not approach, because they are pursuing the angel sculpture, just like the angel sculpture is pursuing "He-I"!"
They are both pursuing a light that is superior to themselves, but like moths approaching the light of fire but staying away, they are lingering there.
From one perspective, this seems to indicate that the things that the pseudo-people are afraid of are not necessarily those who restrain them, but may also be their superiors. Instead, they are not afraid of sports students, art students, etc. who have nothing to do with them.
It seems a bit similar to his mother’s workplace.
"Why are you still looking around over there? Why don't you absorb a little more extraordinary power with such a good opportunity?" A cold and majestic voice sounded in Lin Yi's ears.
Lin Yiru was struck by lightning, and subconsciously looked around: "Boss?!"
"Stop looking, do your business, this kind of opportunity is rare."
"Oh..." Lin Yi responded quickly, came to Li Huiyuan's side, found a seat and sat down.
Li Huiyuan, who was serious about "cooking", glanced at him, his face was stern and silent, as if he was focusing all his attention on absorbing pollution, but the corner of his mouth was a bit uncontrollable, and he always moved it from time to time...
But after Lin Yi sat down, he suddenly felt a pain in his balls...
No one told him how to start this "feast"!
Can it be absorbed by just breathing?
He then secretly glanced at Li Huiyuan: "What should I do to absorb it?"
Li Huiyuan whispered: "I don't know, as soon as I calm down, it starts to absorb automatically... Can you try to relax a little?"
"Okay."
After speaking, Li Huiyuan began to absorb it, while Lin Yi was also adjusting his state.
Gradually, Lin Yi didn't know what was going on with him. Anyway, he really calmed down. Then, as if his "perception" ability was touched, he found that the surrounding environment became much darker, and the imperceptible colors that originally filled the air began to become richer and more gorgeous.
He began to see traces of air flow in the air, as if there were many invisible hands holding brushes and waving them in the air. Red, blue, green, grey, gold, black... countless air flows merged together to form a picture of extreme light pollution.
In the gray and foggy environment, the majority of these scents were red, blue, and green, followed by yellow, and a small amount of black... The rest of the other colors were not sensed by him for the time being.
Under the characteristics of the dome's furnace and the collective illumination of the old kerosene lamps, the power of the gray mist was severely suppressed. Originally it seemed to absorb all these extraordinary powers, but now it was forced to expel them, allowing them to permeate the dome for all the students to absorb.
Lin Yi's "seeing" became clearer and clearer. He saw that the sports students would actively attract the sky-blue atmosphere in the gray fog, while the art students on the other side were absorbing the green atmosphere.
But as he observed, he discovered that the art students were not only absorbing the green atmosphere, but also absorbing the gray fog.
"No, it's not gray mist..."
The color of the breath is not right.
since it is a powdery particulate substance, so it looks somewhat similar to smog particles, and it's really easy to confuse it if you don't look carefully.
"Wait, those white powder particles seem to be..."
He looked at the group of iron chains that looked like purple wisteria flowers shrouded in gray mist. The skeleton of the furious angel on the iron chains was attached with some sculptural flesh that was difficult to peel off.
(End of this chapter)