AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016

"They're in a standoff. It seems like we don't have to worry about it? Should we just bypass them directly?" Lin Yi said softly. Clearly, others couldn't hear their conversation, but he subconsciously spoke cautiously at this moment.

As he spoke, he pointed to the road behind the group of Zealots, suggesting that walking over there should get them close to the Observatory.

Mao Feiyang said, "That saves us some effort."

He then hoisted his massive greatsword, slowly leaving the old Art Students' camp and walking towards the side of the Zealot leader.

However, the old Art Students were merely engaging in a clash of will and cognition with the Zealots, while still retaining their own awareness. Seeing Mao Feiyang walking out like a reckless fool, someone sternly called out, "Hey, you over there, which class are you from? Don't cause trouble!"

Mao Feiyang kept his pace unchanged, glanced back at the old Art Student, and said, "Just passing through, just passing through~"

He quickly picked up his pace a bit, and this little move added a bit of cheekiness to his image.

"Don't go over there! The Zealots are not to be underestimated!!" an Art Student tried to stop Mao Feiyang.

In the void, a twisted ripple suppressed Mao Feiyang, like a paint-splattered Indian flying pancake.

"Stay where you are, don't mess around!" Another old Art Student intervened, directly creating a cage in space as if painting on a canvas.

At that moment, the cage was actually obstructed by another wave of distortion, as a Zealot leader tore through his canvas to pave the way for Mao Feiyang, attempting to bring him over.

"Such a promising talent, joining our path of Glorious Evolution, and yet you want to destroy it? Hehehe... ignorant!"

"This is infuriating!!" An old Art Student's face turned grim, gritting his teeth with a look of hatred.

Suddenly, another old Art Student recognized Mao Feiyang's identity and shouted, "Xiao Mao?! What are you doing, Xiao Mao?!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Mao Feiyang couldn't help but turn his head to look.

The person calling him was none other than Yanjing Ming!

"Brother Yan?" Mao Feiyang called out.

"Damn, you still know to call me Brother Yan?!" Yanjing Ming shouted painfully, "Brother Xian entrusted me to guide you, but now you've turned to embrace those abominations. How can I face Brother Xian now?!"

For others, Mao Feiyang wouldn't bother, but Yanjing Ming had indeed taken care of him significantly, so he helplessly said, "Brother Yan, trust me, I'm really just passing through."

After saying that, he plunged into the ranks of the Zealots without looking back.

Yanjing Ming stomped his foot in anger, while the Zealot leader chuckled, "Hehehe... yes, just passing through, passing from your side over to ours... excellent, excellent..."

It scrutinized Mao Feiyang from top to bottom, already calculating two possible paths—testing him later, and if he's truly a good seed, recruiting him to strengthen the group; if not, absorbing Maozi to enhance itself.

Overall, it considered it a surefire gain.

"Oh no!" Seeing Mao Feiyang walk into the lion's den so enticingly, the defeated Yanjing Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Meanwhile, the Zealots, strict in their order and functioning like a pack of wolves, stepped aside to let Mao Feiyang move to the rear and join the ranks.

Seeing the old Art Students inadvertently assist him, making his effort come effortlessly, Mao Feiyang couldn't help but smile, briskly making his way to the back of the Zealots' ranks, directly approaching the corridor leading to the Observatory.

Once near the entrance of the corridor, he dove right in without hesitation.

"You're not allowed to go there, hold on, what are you trying to do? Wait, stop him!! Quick, stop him!!" A Zealot leader realized something was wrong and hurriedly spoke to stop him, simultaneously breaking formation and rushing towards Mao Feiyang like a cloaked Wraith.

At first glance, it resembled a Soul Harvester.

Mao Feiyang smirked mischievously, both hands gripping the hilt of his greatsword, and chuckled softly, "Get ready..."

Something was amiss, wasn't it Maozi... Lin Yi had felt something was off from the start, but it wasn't until Maozi was about to act that he realized where that sense of discord was coming from: "Maozi, didn't you say this is a clash of will, perception, and layers of cognition, yet your greatsword...?"

"Old Lin, you don't get it, this is called adapting to circumstances! Old Lin, as the ancients said: 'Children do not speak of monstrous strength—chaos god! Ah-thaw—'

Mao Feiyang swung his greatsword, striking forcefully at the Zealot leader resembling a Soul Harvester.

"Foolish!" The Zealot leader didn't regard such a physical attack as anything, its form taking on an ethereal quality similar to a Sneering Angel, now lunging directly at Mao Feiyang's life.

It couldn't bear the humiliation of being toyed with alongside its companions!

Not at all!

But in the next moment, Mao Feiyang poured a bucket of paint over the giant canvas sword, then brushed his hand across the greatsword, whispering something unknown, and the paint seemed to come alive, forming symbols on the canvas.

At first glance, it appeared like an absurdly wide runic greatsword.