Besides these, there were other obscure, incomprehensible syllables. These admonitions filled the entire Giant Dome like words made manifest.
As these voices rang out, the Impersonator Sculptures on the iron chains grew increasingly frenzied. But once their frenzy reached a certain peak, they gradually quieted again, as though exhausted...
Gradually, the Wrathful Angels also sensed something and began to riot.
The Wrathful Angels strung on the iron chains wore savage expressions, frantically tugging at the chains piercing their bodies. Some even gripped a chain with one hand and their own bodies with the other, actually trying to tear their bodies apart to peel themselves off the chains.
Yet the chains seemed to have grown into their bodies. No matter what they did, they could not separate themselves from them.
Their bodies began to break apart, chunks of writhing, gelatinous matter peeling off them one after another. After leaving their bodies, this matter rapidly hardened in the Gray Fog, becoming a plaster-like substance.
As they hardened, the gelatinous substances kept spewing out gases of mixed colors, mostly Gray Fog, along with blood-red steam, sky blue aura, and small amounts of green aura...
Even though the Wrathful Angels tore themselves completely apart, their sinews and bones remained firmly locked in the chains, as though their very origin had been pinned in place. They could not break free at all.
The mysterious pictographic writing floating on the chains locked around their skeletons and hearts like gears...
They continued struggling. Their terrifying contamination aura turned into wave after wave that traveled along the chains, punching through the Impersonator Sculptures strung together with them. The contamination within the sculptures was stripped from their bodies like yellow sand swept away by a gale.
Having lost their contamination aura, the Impersonator Sculptures drew ever closer to a