Thirty-Two Sculptures
Wang glanced at the Thorns, then didn't go any further. His misty gray eyes slowly met the crowd.
"No, look him in the eyes," Mo Lan said immediately.
Qin Rang and Lin Nieran simultaneously looked away. Mi Chuchu, who was watching from the sidelines, looked at Lin Yi strangely, then at Wang, and found Lin Yi increasingly odd.
"Wang, this is your first time joining the organization and entering Instance for a quest. I hope you understand that the Feeder didn't send you here to cause trouble or act recklessly." Flower Language's tearful eyes met Wang's, and she instantly understood what he was going to do, so she cooperated with the questioning.
Wang blinked. "I'm just doing Father's job, but I just want to do it better. Is that not allowed?"
While watching the live feed, 007 whispered, "[That's true, this scene was really exciting. The comments are full of discussion. I don't even need to watch to know that Wang must have a lot of Fame now!]"
Lin Nieran hadn't expected Wang to do all this. Although Wang had said he could do whatever he wanted, this scene still surprised him.
Qin Rang asked in a low voice, "His father is the Feeder of Flower Language? Is that a proper relationship?"
Mi Chuchu looked at her former captain, facepalming. "... That makes sense, but they're not actually in that kind of relationship..."
"You'll understand when you grow up; the adult world is very complicated."
Qin Rang looked at Mi Chuchu: "Why do you talk like an adult?"
Mi Chuchu choked:... The captain really had an annoying childish vibe when he was little.
Flower Language continued, "You led me here into the Underground Passage."
Wang did not deny it. "You're too slow, I really don't have time to wait any longer."
After saying that, he took a step back, chuckling lightly as he leaned against the Black-Line Weird: "You're all eager to know what's here, what happened, aren't you? Once you've resolved these matters, you can come find me at my S-Rank Residence. I'd be happy to chat with you and will definitely give you satisfactory information~"
The False Angel Lai'er, who had been eavesdropping for a long time, slowly approached. With each step she took, the crimson color on her wings receded slightly, drawing everyone's attention.
The angel spoke slowly, "So, the shadow I saw in the Church just now was you."
The child-like figure, head held high, looked at the towering False Angel and didn't deny it. "It was just a coincidence."
"To complete my lord's mission and gain his attention, you actually resorted to underhanded tactics." Lai'er smiled, but his completely black pupils were filled with chilling killing intent.
Wang smiled and said, "That's right, are you angry?"
As he was speaking, a thin black line suddenly extended from behind him and touched Wang's shoulder.
Wang reached out and swatted away the black lines, glanced at his watch, and chuckled, "Too bad, looks like it's almost time for me to go back. Good students don't stay up all night."
"It's a shame we couldn't see your amazing performances. Hopefully, we can see you all in top form next time. Looking forward to seeing you again!"
Wang Wei leaned forward with a slight smile and slowly retreated until he was completely enveloped by the black lines and disappeared from everyone's sight.
The moment he left, the still sculptures, the Cemetery, and the Black-Line Weird behind them all came to life.
"Careful!"
Mi Chuchu quickly pushed Lin Nieran and Qin Rang away.
"When!"
Lai'er's wings blocked the dense attack of the black lines, and Tao Yuan's Chainsaw and An Ying's Bamboo Umbrella also pushed away the surging black lines in an instant. Mi Chuchu and Wang Ding led Lin Nieran and Qin Rang away from the battlefield.
Flower Language and Wu Liang tore off a long section of black thread, while simultaneously smashing several Skeletons, using their bones to block the Black-Line Weird.
Mo Lan also jumped onto one of the tall tombstones, and together with the towering Modian, they warily surveyed their surroundings.
Not only the black lines, but also the skeletons of the dead and the children who had not completely lost their vitality rose from the earth, pieced their bodies together, and opened their mouths to let out a horrible, shrill laugh.
It sounded like bones rubbing against each other, making one feel tightness in the chest and shortness of breath.
As soon as the laughter came out, Modian became even more agitated. He suddenly swung the Cross around, and with a loud bang, the ground shook violently, and a large number of Skeletons in front of him were hammered into the ground.
The 32 sculptures wrapped in Mourning Cloths slowly turned towards them, the sculptures appearing and disappearing in the wind beneath the white cloths, with faint white powder drifting in the air.
Mo Lan looked at the Skeletons constantly regenerating under Modian's control, then glanced at Tao Yuan and the others who were struggling to deal with the black lines, and decisively said to Lai'er, "Exchange?"
Lai'er paused, fanning the strange wings, then turned to look at Modian.
An Ying responded after throwing out the Bamboo Umbrella: "Exchange!"
"What a repulsive aura, intruders disturbing the peace of the Cemetery." Modian swung the Cross heavily, smashing it aside the Skeletons before him, and said to the golden-haired angel, "This place is entrusted to you. Please ensure they rest in peace!"
Lai'er had already arrived in front of him, her scarlet wings with some white feathers, making her seem more suitable than him to send these Skeletons to rest in peace.
Like an angel who is half holy and half fallen.
The angel raised his hand, and the Skeletons, which had lost its flesh and nerves and should not have felt pain, suddenly felt a pain that struck the depths of its soul, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
"Ahhh--"
Lai'er slightly raised his eyes, his blond hair blowing across his cheeks in the wind, a few strands lingering at the corner of his upturned lips. "This voice sounds better."
Without the sonic interference of laughter, the remaining people's confused minds gradually returned, and the irritating thorns pressing on their hearts finally disappeared.
"Thump, thump, thump--!"
The Cross in Modian's hand slammed heavily into the ever-growing number of black lines. The shockwave crushed all the surrounding black lines, and the scattered black lines took root quickly after landing, sprouting even more black lines once again.
Tao Yuan and the others quickly retreated, leaving the battlefield to Modian, while they turned to face the 32 sculptures near the Church.
The pale sculptures exuded a chilling aura, and a heavy, malevolent atmosphere enveloped the thirty-two sculptures.
Once they were locked on, the sculptures charged straight at them!
"Bang!"
The 32 sculptures collided with a deafening crash, and the four members of the team immediately scattered in all directions, running away with remarkable coordination.
But after running only two steps, they felt their bodies become heavy and their limbs became sluggish.
The sudden increase in weight and the slowness caused An Ying to lose his balance for a moment. When faced with the tall sculptures crashing in from all sides, he subconsciously tried to avoid them at his previous speed, but by the time he realized that his body was out of control, it was too late.
The four sculptures had completely blocked any blind spots he could find.
"Right!"
At the crucial moment, Wang Ding's voice suddenly appeared.
An Ying's body immediately twisted to the right, crashing head-on into the sculpture on her right.
Just as the two were about to collide, a leather whip struck the sculpture's body with pinpoint accuracy.
"Smack!"
The whip's freezing Rules took effect, forcibly fixing the sculpture's body in place.
An Ying the opportunity to jump off the original track and gradually adapted to her stiff body.
Seeing that An Ying was out of danger, Tao Yuan withdrew his gaze and used the Chainsaw's teeth to strike the sculpture head-on, forcefully knocking it back.
She shook her sore hands, activated her energy, and unleashed the Chainsaw's Berserk, her eyes instantly turning bloodshot.