Chapter 627 Fanatic believer? Crazy cows and horses!
He did not understand the behavior of the night watchman.
But the Night Watchman is indeed one of the top combat forces that he knows so far and is still active in the Art Building.
After years of consumption of the most critical top combat power, there are still two giants left, and both of them are strong enough to protect the Art Building from the invasion of gray fog.
They do have the capital to decide what to do, but he still doesn't understand.
After all, the risk is there.
Wrong!
It suddenly occurred to him that he had missed a question!
"Perhaps the night watchman did not do this intentionally. There must be other people's will involved, such as...the principal?"
"The fanatic believers have existed for a long time, and they were not born after the principal went missing at sea. In other words, the principal is fully aware of this matter. In fact, the gathering place of the leaders of the fanatic believers is near a certain location where the principal's office is parked..."
"This damn thing, why does it have such a familiar smell? ？」
「像什么来着……」
「像——」
「狮驼岭？！」
「灵山脚下的狮驼岭！」
「校长室外的狂信徒领袖聚集地！」
Hiss——
He took a deep breath.
「校长和守夜人这帮子校区的高级战力到底又在谋划著名什么？」
他忍不住揉了揉眉心，怎么感觉每个层次的人都在进行着自己的布局似的？
In the context of the invasion of gray fog, the strong cast a big net and the weak cast a small net. Everyone has his own agenda... Oh no, each has his own agenda?
"I heard that they can actually be transformed back." Lin Yidao.
Mao Feiyang said: "When you think about gods and demons, after crossing that line, gods are also demons. They have tasted the forbidden power. How easy is it to retreat within the limit?"
"Tian Gongzi, Mao Zi, do you know what the principal and the night watchman keep them for?" Lin Yi asked.
Tian Bufan said: "Probably to work for myself."
Mr. Tian really knows something?
Or a higher-level existence, and such an existence is most likely not within the scope of the Art Building, maybe on the other side of the black sea..."
When he heard this, Lin Yi couldn't help but murmured in his heart, what are the fanatic believers really trying to do, trying so hard to become like him?
If you don’t pursue it, no wonder you will only be a fanatical believer for the rest of your life!
Tian Bufan continued: "When the principal went to sea some time ago, he might also be looking for something. It might be a way, or it might be something...an answer." Let's explore the way. "
"Don't forget, although there are many ants among the fanatic believers, they are only ants to us today. In fact, they are not weak, and the top leaders among them are also the ones who studied the Angry Angel based on the "Apostle"'s handbook. "
"Furthermore, the place where the leaders of the fanatical believers gather is also very intriguing."
Lin Yi muttered: "The area near the observatory... is indeed very interesting."
The observatory is really easy to associate with the "original apostle" who was known as the "astrologer".
And the black sea contains the mystery of the root. If the fanatic believers can really explore something, the principal and the night watcher can also enjoy the results. "
"The fanatic believers are being manipulated by capital..." Lin Yi couldn't help but feel.
"There is a group of people taking the initiative to explore, and they can interrupt this 'experiment' at any time. They are all full of strength, so why not do it?" Tian Bufan asked back.
Lin Yi thought thoughtfully: "Did the night watchmen turn a blind eye to those leaders of fanatical believers on campus?" However, with the help of the canteen owner and a large number of security guards, the fanatic believers entering the campus seemed to be like a fish in the sea, but in fact they were subject to greater limitations than in the art building. They could not make any waves in the campus. "
Hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but feel a strange sympathy for the mad bulls and horses, oh no, for the fanatic believers.
He then asked: "Then the veteran art students are fighting against them at this time to prevent them from doing anything? What should we do if we encounter them?"
Originally, his idea was very simple, just push it forward all the way.
Happy you, don’t you see, the weird art female teacher had to leave a big white leg in the hands of Mu Daxian before she could escape.
Meeting Lin Yi, any fortune or water will definitely be plundered.
But now that I know a little bit about the inside story, my approach becomes different.
Some changes must be made.
After all, if an ox or a horse is pushed into a hurry, it will turn into an ox-headed and horse-faced one.
"Art students are a routine confrontation, fanatics will not kill art, and art students usually will not beat crazy believers to death..." Mao Feiyang said.
"Besides, you actually misunderstand the so-called 'confrontation'. The confrontation in the art department is more of a collision at the level of perception and graph, that is, the confrontation between the 'righteous way' and the 'evil practice' under a unified system. Everyone wants to prove that they are on the right path."
"It's like...a debate competition? But it's just elevated to a transcendent level?" Lin Yi looked strange.
Mao Feiyang nodded: "To a certain extent, that's true."
"It's getting more and more outrageous..." Lin Yi wiped his sweat and said tangledly, "I feel like my understanding of the campus is getting less and less..."
"So... we don't care about them, right?"
"No matter what, we can't control it." Tian Bufan took over the words, "It's still the old plan, go directly to the observatory, whoever blocks it, but don't fight to death... If you do it too much, the night watchman will sense our presence."
"I understand." Lin Yi responded seriously.
"You know how to use a hammer, Lao Lin." Mao Feiyang interjected in a cheesy manner, "I'll do it, and you two will tell me the truth. If I can't figure it out, I'll let you do it for me."
"I know, I know." Lin Yi responded impatiently. Sometimes he really wanted to give Mao a slap in the face. He really owed it to me!
At first, from Mao Zi's perspective, he didn't think much of him, but now from the perspective of a bystander, he was a bit doubtful about how good-tempered Mu Daxian must be to be able to tolerate Mao Zi's bitch.
While a few people were talking, Mao Feiyang's body was still moving forward.
With the continuous movement, the stone pillars in the corridor became more and more damaged. Many of the secret symbols carved on the stone pillars were peeled off, and the remaining parts became more and more blasphemous and polluted.
The broken sculptures in the niches between the stone pillars are becoming more and more abstract. Those who don't know may think that the "original apostles" of the Black Moon Post who built the Black Moon Post have carved out all the strange beasts in the Book of Mountains and Seas.
The damp breath slowly seeped in along with the salty and fishy sea breeze, as if there was a muddy swamp full of smelly fish and rotten shrimps at the end of the corridor instead of a vast observatory.
The entire environment has become much decayed. The only thing that has not changed much is that there are still a large number of candlesticks on the stone pillars here.
A forest-white mist seeped out of the corridor, and the layers of mist seemed to superimpose ghostly shadows, slowly walking towards Mao Feiyang.
The appearance of the fog also caused the broken sculptures in the surrounding niches to be shrouded in smoke, giving them an absurd and weird feeling of twisting and writhing, as if they were coming back to life.
Walking there, you gradually feel like you have walked into the Little Leiyin Temple.
Lin Yi suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but say: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen those broken sculptures for a long time..."
Those broken sculptures were tied up with iron chains and hung upside down from the ceiling, shouting "Lin Yi, Lin Yi...".
"Wouldn't it be nice to be cleaner?" Tian Bufan said, paused, and then said, "You miss them so much, maybe they will come back and look for you."
Mao Feiyang smiled mischievously and said: "As the saying goes, 'never forget, there will be repercussions.' Old Lin, you still have the ability to lift any pot you don't lift."
"Go, go! You two will kill me! Can you say something nice?" Lin Yi said speechlessly.
"What made you think of them? Are these broken sculptures full of mythology or fantasy?" Tian Bufan asked.
Lin Yi affirmed: "It must be! I have never seen so many broken sculptures since I entered the school, and they are still in such weird shapes."
Tian Bufan said: "In front is the observatory. These images with different shapes may not be fabricated, but real existence. Maybe there are images of those mysterious creatures in the cracks in certain layers. "
"Perhaps the "astrologer" traced the appearance of the strange creatures she observed, and then carved them into such sculptures through others, and gave them some powers? "
"Actually, if you think about it carefully, those images often appeared in some mysterious civilizations later on, didn't they?"
"For example, the sculptures of Quetzalcoatl in the Aztec civilization, which is also the Mayan civilization; and for example, the image of the earthly serpent "Jormungandr" in Nordic mythology; the image of the sun god "Ra" in the ancient Egyptian civilization, and the image of "Xiang Liu" in our Chinese mythology..."
"Also, some of the sculptures just now are of the Winged Lion of Babylon, the Chinese Kirin, the Nine Sons of the Dragon, etc..."
"Have you ever thought that these images may be imprinted in the space of this corridor like an array of stars, and have a powerful effect on the graph level that affects countless years?"
"The reason why we can travel here is because we have walked through "reality". If we don't travel in "reality", we may directly encounter their attacks at the graph level, and be defeated on the spot?"
Lin Yi suddenly fell silent.
Tian Bufan is absolutely right. Many things bring you great convenience on a practical level, but can kill you on a graph level.
On this day, after he experienced the extreme cold in the gymnasium swimming pool, his understanding was particularly clear!
While Lin Yi was pondering something in his mind, Tian Bufan's voice rang out: "We're almost there, Mao Zi."
"Ou Le Le~ Get ready to fight~" Mao Feiyang smiled and grabbed the corner of the drawing board with his back hand, unknowingly thinking that he was about to pull out the huge army.
He did pull out a giant sword.
When he drew the drawing board, countless machine-like changes were completed in an instant, and a slender drawing board the size of a door panel - a giant sword, was caught in his hand.
His body is dark and thin, and he is holding such a huge sword. He really has the misplaced feeling of a skinny monkey carrying a door panel in a circus.
Even, Lin Yi felt that it might be more appropriate for Wei Shan to accept such equipment.
Maozi's size is still not quite suitable for such a weapon...
After a few steps, the view in front of the corridor suddenly opened up, and another hall that Lin Yi had never seen before appeared in his field of vision.
It is a hall that is quite similar to the hall of the Art Building, and the decorations that exude a classical atmosphere are already old. The dome is a strange pattern made of huge glass, which is very similar to the religious murals that often appeared in ancient European church halls.
In this old and decaying hall, only the pattern on the dome is brand new and remains the same. The pattern is like a strange god creating the world, holding a light source in his hands, and then the light pierces in all directions like cone-shaped needle points, much like the sun on a tarot card.
In the gaps of the light, there are various drawn lines, which have the atmosphere of good and evil, sacred and profane, redemption and punishment. The image of the god in the center of the pattern has the flavor of the Apostle of the Sun and Ashes, which is very cultish.
In the hall under the dome, the veteran art students had already put their drawing boards on the shelf, then held the easel and looked at the opposite side solemnly.
Opposite him, there was a group of fanatic believers with distinct auras, headed by a group of fanatic believers whose artistic green robes had become tattered.
Two large groups of people looked at each other from afar, and in the void between them, it was like countless films were projected overlappingly, with a distorted superposition of picture quality.
Two thoughts competed and wrestled in the void. The twisted air suddenly exploded with traces of the flame matrix, and sometimes condensed into the shadow of icebergs and snow peaks. Sometimes, the images were distorted due to too many stacks, and collapsed into a mosaic of ashes...
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