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Chapter 318: "Light Bulb"

In addition to these, there were other obscure and difficult-to-understand syllables, these precepts, like concrete words, filled the entire giant egg.

As these sounds rang out, the pseudo-human sculptures on the iron chains became increasingly manic, but as they reached a certain peak of mania, they gradually calmed down, as if exhausted...

Gradually, the Wrathful Angels also sensed something and began to riot.

Those Wrathful Angels strung on the iron chains, each with a狰狞look of ferocity on their faces, frantically tugged at the iron chains that pierced their bodies, some even grabbing the iron chains with one hand and their own bodies with the other, attempting to tear themselves away from the chains by ripping their own bodies.

However, the iron chains seemed to have grown together with their bodies, and no matter how they struggled, they could not separate themselves from the chains.

Their bodies began to shatter, and chunks of wriggling, gelatinous substance peeled off their bodies, quickly hardening into plaster-like substances in the gray mist.

During the hardening process, the gelatinous substances continuously spewed out gases of mixed colors, mainly gray mist, along with scarlet steam and sky-blue aura, and a small amount of green aura...

Even though the Wrathful Angels completely shattered themselves, their bones were still firmly locked by the iron chains, as if their origins had been fixed, and they could not break free at all.

The mysterious graphic characters floating on the iron chains locked their skeletons and hearts like gears...

They were still struggling, and the terrifying aura of corruption turned into ripples that spread along the iron chains, causing the pseudo-human sculptures that were also strung together to be pierced, and the corruption within them separated from their bodies like yellow sand blown by a strong wind.

Losing the aura of corruption, the pseudo-human sculptures became closer to the state of "death" and slowly began to show that sculptural tendency.

They also struggled, even until they completely "died," they were still struggling. In the end, they each turned into sculptures of terrifying and distorted shapes—not much different from the sculptures at the end of the stairwell on the first basement floor of the teaching building.

In the end, all the pseudo-human sculptures hanging from the dome of the giant egg died, and the Wrathful Angels turned into small skeletons with only their hearts still beating...

The hardened bodies that peeled off the Wrathful Angels, like peeling paint and stone chips from a dilapidated house, rustled and fell onto the playground flooded by the water. The Wrathful Angels on dozens of iron chains shattered together, and the debris fell like a shower of flowers, or like falling leaves, forming ripples on the water surface.

In this gray mist-filled, water-submerged playground, the Wrathful Angels were awakened by the iron law of the Night Watchers, throwing tantrums like children who hadn't had enough sleep.

Their eyes were bloodshot, scarlet steam spewed from their bodies, and primitive roars of "咈咈咈" came from their throats, like a group of uncivilized beasts.

Some of them were hunched over, looking around while shouting and yelling, like a group of madmen in angel's clothing, occasionally reaching out to slap the water surface, stirring up patches of spray.

However, these Wrathful Angels, who would normally immediately lock onto the sports students and launch an attack, were now spinning around in place like headless flies, unable to escape the boundaries of the playground as if trapped in a ghost wall.

They were not bound, and yet they were in the gray mist, as if imprisoned in an alternative cage and unable to leave.

This Wrathful Angel, not pierced by iron chains, obviously had a much higher endurance than those Wrathful Angels, so even when those above turned into skeletons, these on the playground were still alive and kicking.

"Just like that... can they all be killed?" Lin Yi looked at the Wrathful Angels like headless flies and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

"'Just like that'?" Xia Lian, who was next to him, couldn't help but sneer, "Behind what you think is 'just like that' are the experiences exchanged for the lives of countless predecessors and the forges they built. We are just enjoying the shade they planted. Don't think that farming is easy just because you're full."

Lin Yi stood in awe and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed: "Sorry... I was negligent."

"It's okay," Xia Lian said, "Look, when they are being melted, the extraordinary power in their bodies will continue to flow out. These things are 'high-purity pollution' formed after being tempered at the level of angel sculptures."

"Once this pollution loses its carrier or is not absorbed, it will quickly dissipate into the air, like pouring white sugar into a pond of water, it will be diluted into 'primitive pollution'."

"So don't just stand there, absorb as much as you can," Xia Lian said, then stopped talking, licked his lips, and looked at the "air" in front of him with burning eyes, "This is what the 'feast' means."

Lin Yi suddenly understood.

Why Mu Daxian told Maozi that there was no need to go to the cafeteria, because he already knew that the art students also had a share in this feast in the gymnasium.

And eating things itself has different meanings for "experience students," "sports students," and "art students."

For experience students, eating is a way to purify the pollution in their bodies.

For sports students and art students, it is just to fill their stomachs, and even they themselves need to absorb specific pollution.

Therefore, if they can enjoy more pure energy, it is the same as eating a few fewer meals in the cafeteria.

So, people like security guards, sports teachers, and art teachers never eat in the cafeteria.

It's not that the cafeteria meals are not delicious, but that grilled Wrathful Angel is more cost-effective.

Therefore, even the boss calmly told him not to eat in the cafeteria for the next few days.

For him, the cafeteria was no longer a necessity, because he didn't need to purify pollution.

Or, perhaps the amount of purification was less than the pollution produced by eating a meal...

Moreover, Lin Yi had a strange feeling... Tomatoes no longer seemed to pose a threat to him.

"Don't worry about those Wrathful Angels anymore. Boil the frog in warm water. At this point, they are just ingredients," Xia Lian reminded, then sat down.

Li Huiyuan licked her lips and said, "Lin Yi, I suddenly feel very hungry too! I'm going to sit down too. Don't be idle, let's enjoy this feast together!"

"Well... okay," Lin Yi nodded, but in reality, he was not in a hurry at all. After he sat down, he continued to observe the changes in the Wrathful Angels on the playground.

As time passed, the Wrathful Angels became more and more irrational, but they did not kill each other, but just wasted away.

Before long, they too began to change. Their forms started to become shriveled, and pure pollution began to evaporate from their bodies, merging into the gray mist. However, it lingered and did not fuse with the gray mist, as if oil and water were separated.

With the forced stripping away of their extraordinary power, the bodies of the Wrath Angels began to harden and shrivel. But a bizarre scene began to unfold…

When their bodies had shriveled to a certain extent, the feathers actually began to contract, slowly becoming round and full. The feathers of the wings actually formed large clusters behind them, like ripe grapes… eyes.

Each feather seemed to have transformed into an eyeball. The feathers on the pair of large wings became a pair of fleshy wings composed of an unknown number of large eyeballs.

What made people feel even more physically uncomfortable was that the bases of these large eyeballs were covered with blood vessels, and these blood vessels grew twisted onto the wing skeleton like the veins of leaves.

If someone with trypophobia were here, seeing this large string of large eyeball wings, their sanity would probably be completely wiped out on the spot.

Lin Yi also felt his scalp tingling. He had trypophobia, and now seeing those things, he felt like his whole person was unwell.

But at this moment, a flash of inspiration struck his mind again!

Before, when he was being stared at by the Grinning Angel, he felt that the Grinning Angel with its back to him was somehow staring at him. Now that he thought about it, could it be because those feathers were essentially all large eyeballs?!

"This…?"

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then discovered that those large eyeballs were still continuously changing. One by one, they seemed to be merging and stacking together…

And the pure extraordinary power in their bodies, in addition to escaping from their shriveled bodies, was mostly pouring frantically into those large eyeballs.

Eventually, some of the large eyeballs stacked together, turning into a brand new eyeball, and the ones that had stacked up before formed concentric circle-like patterns on that eyeball.

"Wait… is that…?!"

Lin Yi's pupils contracted sharply.

He was too familiar with the eyeball that was finally formed. Wasn't that… a 'light bulb'?!

The light bulb from the lamppost! The 'light bulb' that Mu Daxian grabbed out after his hand exploded the lamppost was this kind of petrified eyeball!

There was no mistake. Now, the eyeballs on that wing were still changing!

Lin Yi had no doubt that when the furnace finished burning, that wing of eyeballs would become a wing of 'light bulbs'!

Good heavens, so light bulbs are actually “produced” here?!

He once thought that the light bulb looked a bit like an eyeball, and he had speculated whether it was transformed from the eyes of an angel statue, but he never expected that the direction was right, it was indeed an eyeball, but there were differences in the details!

It was an eyeball, but not the eyeball on the head, but the eyeball on the wings behind!

"No wonder the Nightwalkers and Pseudo-human Sculptures were timidly following us in the dark, approaching the lamppost, but not daring to get close. It's because they are pursuing the angel sculptures, just like the angel sculptures are pursuing 'He-I'!"

They were all pursuing light that was higher than themselves, but like moths approaching a flame but unable to get close, they lingered there.

And from one perspective, this seemed to indicate that the things that the Pseudo-humans were afraid of were not necessarily the things that restrained them, but could also be their superiors. On the contrary, they would not be afraid of physical education students or art students who had nothing to do with them.

It's kind of like the workplace.

"Why are you still standing there looking around? Such a good opportunity, why not absorb a little more extraordinary power?" A clear and extremely majestic voice rang in Lin Yi's ears.

Lin Yi was struck by lightning and subconsciously looked around: "Boss?!"

"Stop looking, let's get down to business. This kind of opportunity is rare."

"Oh…" Lin Yi quickly responded and found a seat next to Li Huiyuan and sat down.

Li Huiyuan, who was solemnly "eating", glanced at him, her little face stern and silent, pretending to put all her attention on absorbing pollution, but the corners of her little mouth couldn't be suppressed and twitched from time to time…

But after Lin Yi sat down, he suddenly felt a headache…

No one told him how to start this "feast"!

Could it be absorbed just by breathing?

So he secretly glanced at Li Huiyuan: "What do I need to do to absorb it?"

Li Huiyuan whispered: "I don't know either. As soon as I calm down, I feel like it starts absorbing automatically… Why don't you try to relax a bit?"

"Okay."

After Li Huiyuan finished speaking, she absorbed it on her own, while Lin Yi also adjusted his state to the side.

Gradually, Lin Yi didn't know what was going on with himself. Anyway, he really calmed down, and then, it seemed that he had triggered some kind of "perception" ability. He found that the surrounding environment had become much dimmer, and the colors that were originally imperceptible in the air began to become rich and brilliant.

He began to see traces of the flow of breath in the air, as if there were many invisible hands holding brushes and waving in the air. Red, blue, green, gray, gold, black… Countless streams of air converged together, forming a picture with extremely light pollution.

Under the characteristics of the Giant Egg Furnace and the collective illumination of the Old Kerosene Lamp, the power of the gray mist was fiercely suppressed. Originally, it seemed that it was going to absorb all of these extraordinary powers, but now it was forced to expel them, so that they permeated the Giant Egg for all the students to absorb.

Lin Yi "saw" more and more clearly. He saw that the physical education students would actively attract the sky blue breath in the gray mist, while the art students on the other side were absorbing the green breath.

But as he observed, he discovered that the art students were not only absorbing the green breath, but also absorbing the gray mist.

"No, not gray mist…"

The color of that breath was not right.

"It's that white powdery particulate!"

Because it was a powdery particulate matter, it looked a bit like smog particles, so it was easy to confuse it if you didn't carefully distinguish it.

"Wait, that white powdery particulate seems to be…"

He looked at the wisteria-like iron chain group shrouded in gray mist. Some difficult-to-peel sculptural flesh and blood were attached to the Wrath Angel skeleton on the iron chain.