nagpurpolice Chapter 264 Angel Statues and Thrones
Chapter 264 Angel Statues and Thrones
Chapter 264 Angel Statues and Thrones
Within ten meters, the angel statue, which should have been in a praying posture, now opened its arms as if to embrace Modi. Its previously closed eyes were now open, and its face, which should have been compassionate, inexplicably revealed a chilling malice, giving it an eerie and sinister appearance.
A sense of unease.
It stood quietly in the square, motionless, as if it were meant to be there, with only the more vibrant colors around it, which seemed slightly out of place.
"When did it arrive?" Su Youli also noticed the statue, her brows furrowing as the sword energy in her sleeve stirred restlessly.
Any unusual movement by the statue will be met with her fierce attack.
Modi glanced at the statue and confirmed that it was not moving under their gaze. Suspicion began to rise; the lack of any abnormality was itself abnormal.
"When I first spotted it, it was in the middle of the plaza, but as soon as I shifted my gaze slightly, it teleported to the side... Does that mean that as long as I keep an eye on it, it won't move?"
"Could this be what you're looking for?"
Su Youli asked, "The only anomaly in the entire square is the angel statue. Everywhere else is brightly colored, but the statue is gray and hazy, as if it has shared its own color with everyone else."
In short, it is the most suspicious.
Modi agreed wholeheartedly, believing that the angel statue must be related to that deity.
In that case, we need to be even more careful.
With a tremor of his robes, the deathly aura of the Styx River emanated from his body, forming a protective shield that completely enveloped the two of them.
The colors that clung to them were completely blocked by the death aura shield, dripping down the surface of the shield and mixing to create even more vibrant colors.
"We need to figure out what to do with this."
As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of red mist surged out from Modi's sleeve. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the red mist was composed of countless insects, all rushing towards the angel statue.
Under their watchful eyes, the angel statue remained motionless, allowing the Styx worm to approach it.
Even when the entire statue was covered by insects, with a thin film covering it, it did not react at all.
"It seems that as long as an observer exists, it will not move, regardless of the form in which the observation is conducted."
Modi muttered to himself. Covered by the Styx Worm, he could no longer see even the slightest bit of the statue, relying entirely on his spiritual sense to lock onto it.
"It feels like ordinary marble to the touch, with no abnormalities whatsoever, and the Styx worms have not suffered any damage."
"Then why is it approaching us?"
Su Youli asked.
"I don't know," he slowly shook his head, spreading his hands helplessly. "The most likely explanation is that they're trying to survive, which means they're extracting energy from us."
This world has been dead for an unknown period of time. Even if the God of Light who once attempted to ascend to immortality had not died, he would have gradually lost his vitality due to the calamity of death.
In order to survive, it had to replenish its lost vitality, so the two people who broke into the square became its targets.
The above is Modi's speculation, but unfortunately the angel statue cannot be communicated with, and he cannot get any information out of it.
"It's time to test its hardness."
With a change of heart, Modi gave an order to the Styx swarm.
The next instant, the swarm of insects covering the statue's surface buzzed in unison, their shared power resonating. In an instant, the power seeped into the statue's interior, tearing it apart from the inside out.
The angel statue was shattered into pieces by the chirping of insects, and the pieces were then shattered by a second wave of chirping, leaving only a pile of stone dust in its place.
"So crispy?"
Modi was stunned. He thought that even if the angel statue couldn't withstand the shock, it shouldn't be this fragile, but the reality was beyond his expectations.
Glancing at the stone dust on the ground, a chill shot straight from Modi's back to his brain. Before he could think further, his powerful spiritual sense exploded in his mind, immediately covering the entire square.
A faint breeze brushed against his neck, giving him a chill on the back of his head. Turning around, he saw a gray angel statue standing behind him, its hands less than a meter away from his neck.
Compared to the statue that was just destroyed, this angel statue appears even more ferocious, with a lifelike angry face and a wide-open mouth full of sharp teeth.
Its hands also changed position, making a strangling motion, as if it wanted to take advantage of Modi's inattention and twist his neck.
"Once a statue is destroyed, it's like losing a target for observation, and a new one will be generated..."
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"I think there might be more than one."
Su Youli interrupted him expressionlessly, narrowing her eyes and staring at the edge of the square.
Bright colors seemed to float above the flowing hues, and from some unknown time, statues appeared that were distinctly different from them.
These statues all have ferocious faces, glaring at the two people in the square. Their sinister aura is the complete opposite of their angelic appearance, making them especially repulsive.
"There are probably thirty or forty of them. Where did all these angel statues come from?"
Under the influence of his spiritual senses, all the statues remained motionless, allowing Modi to observe and study them.
He first collected the powder from the broken statue to confirm that it was just ordinary stone powder without any supernatural power, before turning his attention to the angel statue behind him.
The angel statue remained standing in the same spot, motionless, but its expression alone was enough to send chills down one's spine.
"I scanned them with my spiritual sense, and they are made of ordinary stone, and there is nothing strange about their interiors."
Su Youli said, subtly shifting her gaze to observe the statues at the edge of the square. "Judging from the distribution of these statues, they surround us, seemingly trying to trap us in the square."
"They're treating us like prey."
Modi was speechless, his eyes gleaming with a dazzling light, and colorful streams flowed from the corners of his eyes, dripping onto the ground.
The art of light is great in every way, except it's a bit mind-consuming. The mental energy that's burned away will turn into colors and overflow from the windows of the soul.
"Since we suspect that this statue is related to the god of light, why not test it with the arts of light?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the statue in front of Modi also lit up, and colors flowed from the corners of its eyes, as if it were confronting Modi head-on.
The moment the statue's eyes lit up, Modi felt a connection established with it, and a massive amount of information broke through the barrier of spiritual consciousness and flooded into his mind.
All sorts of knowledge flowed through his brain, and all sorts of illusions appeared in his eyes, tempting him to fall into them.
"Common attack methods in the art of light include information indoctrination and illusion illusion."
Mordi was well aware of what he was experiencing; clearly, his light magic had triggered the statue's instincts.
"Modi, are you alright?" Su Youli sent him a mental message, but he just waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
He then immediately took countermeasures.
In an instant, the light in his eyes intensified, and using his gaze as a bridge, a deluge of informational garbage surged toward the angel statue.
A war on a spiritual level has begun, with both sides bombarding each other's minds with information through eye contact.
In Su Youli's view, the scene seemed very strange.
A man and a statue stare at each other, tears like paint streaming from their eyes, their gazes gleaming with an eerie light. Those who know the inside story understand they are engaged in a magical duel, while those who don't might mistake it for some kind of performance art.
Modi was so engrossed in the mental warfare that he didn't notice her strange gaze. Gradually, he became more and more proficient in the arts of light and figured out the patterns of information bombardment.
"There is a strange mental structure inside this statue, which seems to be a self-constructed loop. Perhaps I can compile some special information packets to break its loop."
With an idea in mind, Modi continued to output information garbage while compiling special information packets based on the intelligence he had gathered.
The battle had been at a stalemate for a long time, and the countdown on the chosen one's panel was about to reach zero.
Su Youli, who was waiting nearby, kept a close eye on the time and also kept an eye on the angel statues around her, her brows furrowing slightly.
"It's almost time. In a little while, we'll have to go back."
In addition, she noticed that the angel statues at the edge of the square seemed restless, having moved a little distance since they first appeared.
Just as she secretly summoned the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword, Mo Di's eyes flashed with a violent light. Under this light, the colors around her became brighter and more vivid, as if they were peeling off from objects and fading to pure white.
Under the cover of light, he sent a special information packet into the statue, and then, as he expected, began to disrupt the statue's special information loop.
"It's a success."
With the pressure on Modi reduced, the amount of junk information he received decreased significantly and continued to decline.
The angel statue in front of him could no longer cause any trouble; it was like a fish on a chopping board, at his mercy.
"Hey, we've finally broken through. Let me see what's inside."
Modi chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and carefully probed his spiritual sense into the cycle.
Once he senses something is wrong, he will sever his spiritual connection.
"This is... a ball of light?" His expression darkened as he saw a blurry outline within the light.
That was... an angel, an angel shaped like a wheel and covered in eyes.
"Seraphim?" Mordy raised an eyebrow and stared into the dense array of eyes on the angel's body.
Radiance surged uncontrollably into his body, and eyes sprouted from his spiritual realm.
His expression was solemn as he looked at the Chosen One panel, just in time to see the countdown reach zero.
Ding.
The game notification sounded, and the next moment, the two figures vanished from the plaza into thin air.
In the square, only rows of menacing angel statues remained, and they too vanished in the next instant after losing their prey.
Xuanxing, Xushi.
Inside an ordinary residential house, two figures appeared out of thin air. Only a few days had passed since they last disappeared. "They've returned?" Su Youli subtly released her spiritual sense to confirm that no one was watching inside or outside the house, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Many tragic incidents have been exposed on the forum, including one where the chosen one was ambushed by his enemy after running a dungeon, so he has to check every time he returns.
After completing the routine check, she looked at Mo Di beside her and was immediately startled.
"Why are your hands starting to turn petrified?"
Her gaze fell on Modi's left hand, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"Whatever is made of angels will become angels."
Modi muttered something under his breath and sighed helplessly.
"This is the consequence of having too much contact with angels, especially since I directly confronted the so-called 'throne angels'."
As he spoke, a bloody crack appeared on his face, and an eyeball peeked out from the flesh.
"Is there any way to stop this transformation?" Su Youli asked.
"Yes, there are some, but we don't need to completely suppress them, otherwise my trip would have been for nothing."
After glancing at the petrified part of his left arm, Modi thought for a moment, then extended his right hand and slowly made a fist.
The crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, and the petrified part of his left arm shattered.
The fatal blow was still sharp, directly erasing the petrification rules attached to him, and the newly grown left arm showed no signs of petrification.
The petrification rule brought about by angelization will not recur, since it is not a rule inherent to the world and cannot be corrected by the world itself.
"Are you alright now?" Su Youli stared at his face. After a while, two more eyes appeared on it, below the original two eyes, forming a bloody slit.
"It's nothing serious, just some physical changes brought about by the transformation into a Throne. At least it won't turn me into a wheel covered in eyes."
"Hmm...would you like some body repairs? I can do the surgery for you for free."
Su Youli transformed the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword into a scalpel, looking eager to try it out.
"Uh, no need for that. Besides, if I want to make changes, I can do it myself."
Modi pushed her knife away, smeared it on his face, and the three extra eyes closed again, making his face look no different from before.
"Don't forget, when it comes to physical sculpting, I'm the expert."
Su Youli had no choice but to put down the knife and browse the Chosen One panel.
On the panel, there was a list of tasks they had completed. The empty list contained only one entry: "The Train to the Underworld".
The rewards are stored on the panel and can be claimed at any time.
"Hey, the panel shows I've completed the hidden quest 'Final Point'," the game added, giving me an extra reward.
Su Youli asked in surprise, then chose to retrieve the reward from the panel.
Modi also completed the hidden quest, so in addition to the usual random rare items and scrolls, he also received a random epic item.
He chose to claim it with one click without hesitation.
"Let me see... a skill scroll, a chair, and an item fusion card?"
Looking at the mission rewards he had received, Mo Di's eye twitched slightly. "How come even a chair is considered a rare item?"
"Don't forget, your Frozen Throne is also a chair," Su Youli reminded her.
"That's true. Well, let's see how it works first... When attacking an enemy, there is a 30% chance of triggering a leg-severing effect, regardless of which part of the body is attacked. The probability increases with the strength used, up to a maximum of 70%."
After reading the prop description, Mo Di looked like he had a headache.
If you say this chair is useless, then its effect is conceptual. If you say it's useful, then just severing a leg doesn't seem to do much damage, since those who can become his enemies have all developed top-tier regenerative abilities.
"Sigh, I had too high expectations. After all, it's a rare item. If it were a higher-level epic item, it might be somewhat useful... Wait, if we add an item fusion card, it doesn't seem like there's no hope at all."
Modi squinted at the fusion card and the Frozen Throne lying in his inventory, and fell into deep thought.