The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Just as everyone's attention was focused on the group of statues in front, and they subconsciously relaxed their vigilance,

Without warning, the air froze completely, and even the wind vanished without a trace.

The next second, countless blurry black shadows flashed behind, beside, and all around the group!

There was no sound, no warning whatsoever.

The weeping angel statue, which had been standing in the distance, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, surrounding the containment team from all sides and trapping them all!

They remained in the posture of weeping with their faces covered, their stone bodies cold and hard.

But the overwhelming sense of cold pressure made everyone tense, and they unconsciously gripped their weapons tighter.

"What is that?!"

"When did they get here?!"

The exclamations had barely begun when everyone froze on the spot, their scalps tingling and the hairs on their bodies standing on end.

These eerie statues, without anyone noticing, completed their encirclement in an instant!

Before anyone could react, the weeping angels surrounding them slowly, slowly unfolded their folded stone wings!

The hard stone wings rubbed together, producing a harsh "crunching" sound, and cold stone chips fell down in a flurry as the wings opened.

The entire area was shrouded in darkness, and a shadow of despair enveloped all the team members.

Xu Feng's pupils contracted sharply, and a terrifying aura erupted from his body. He swiftly drew the demonic sword Thousand Souls from his waist, its blade flashing coldly. He said warily:

"All personnel on high alert!"

But it was too late.

The three elite team members closest to Xu Feng first experienced a tearing, excruciating pain in their backs, as if something was about to burst out of their flesh.

Xu Feng only saw three pairs of pure white wings tear through their tough tactical vests from behind them and unfold outwards.

Their faces turned deathly pale instantly, their features contorted, and they instinctively reached out to cover their backs, only to find their fingertips touching soft feathers.

"Ouch—! My back…my back hurts so much!"

One of the team members broke down and screamed, his voice filled with fear and despair. Looking at the stone sculptures with their wings outstretched towards him, he felt utterly terrified.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third people let out piercing screams.

Suddenly, a pair of huge, pure white wings rose from their backs, and as the wings broke through their skin, blood trickled down the feathers.

Their skin, as if cursed with petrification, began to petrify inch by inch.

The skin lost its fleshy color at a visible speed, turning into grayish-blue stone, its expression frozen in extreme terror and pain.

Some stared wide-eyed, their pupils still reflecting lingering fear.

Some opened their mouths wide, but could no longer utter a sound.

Some reached out to grab their companions, but their hands instantly turned into stiff stone palms.

A few pure white feathers drifted down, and the pure white wings on the team members' backs petrified inch by inch until they turned into stone wings.

In just over ten seconds, the three living elite team members were transformed into weeping angel statues with their hands covering their faces and stone wings on their backs, standing silently in place, devoid of any life.

"Damn it! Is this some kind of monstrous creature? It's freaking terrifying!"

Every member of the elite team was sweating profusely. Even though they had received professional training, they were still shaken by the bizarre and sudden situation.

They were all so frightened that their hearts were pounding.

But the eerie statues continued to slowly approach, their stone wings unfurling, casting shadows over everyone and dimming even the sunlight.

Not far away, Ouyang Tingxue.

He felt a sharp pain in his back, a gruesome gash as if his back had been torn open.

A pair of pure white wings spread out on its back.

Lian Hongying was speechless when she saw that her idiot president was the first to fall for the trick.

"You idiot president, can't you be a little more reliable? What's with being the first to get infected? Do you expect me to clean up your mess?"

Ouyang Tingxue didn't panic. Instead, she showed an expression of enjoyment on her face when Lian Hongying insulted her. She quickly took out a handful of glutinous rice from the God's Chosen Space and put it on her forehead.

However, the glutinous rice quickly turned black, and the petrification of his body did not stop.

"No, Sister Hongying, this statue is too terrifying. My talents and skills have been completely sealed, and even the magical artifact is ineffective."

"Red Cherry Blossom, you absolutely must win this nation war and revive me! This time, our Endless Guild must wash away the shame of our last wipe..."

Ouyang Tingxue's body was petrifying rapidly, first her back, then her shoulders.

The glint then spread to her neck and cheeks, and her originally cold eyes gradually became covered with a stone-like luster, eventually losing all their luster.

Before Ouyang Tingxue could even finish speaking, she completely transformed into a weeping statue standing in the crowd, her hands covering her face, her back adorned with stone wings, merging into those eerie beings.

This top-tier figure, Ouyang Tingxue, fell without even being caught off guard.

Fear surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing everyone present.

Everyone present stood back to back, staring intently at the rows of weeping statues, their backs soaked with sweat, and not a single person was moved.

They didn't even see how the weeping angels did it before their companions were turned into cold statues one by one, and even the peak chosen ones were not spared.

Unknown death, merciless slaughter, and a sudden reduction in combat strength plunged everyone into an abyss of despair.

Xu Feng tightened his grip on the demon sword Thousand Souls slightly.

He stared intently at the weeping angels surrounding him, which exuded an aura of deathly stillness.

Beneath the silver mask, his eyes were icy cold, and his killing intent surged like a tide. Xu Feng had an urge to smash these stone sculptures.

However, Uncle Mads told him not to act rashly before figuring out the rules of the supernatural objects, otherwise some unexpected changes might occur.

But he forcefully suppressed this impulse.

Calm down and think about what exactly is the petrification pattern of these weeping angels.

Human fear stems from the unknown, and the methods used by these weeping statues are truly bizarre.

Scared?

Not really?

Xu Feng was feeling a bit irritable. He felt incredibly frustrated that his brute strength was useless.

You absolutely must not act recklessly, lest you trigger some unknown hidden pattern.

At that time, not only will he himself become part of the statue, but the remaining team members will also have no chance of survival.

"Calm down... I need to calm down now..."

Xu Feng forced himself to calm down. As a numerically challenged individual, Xu Feng particularly disliked rule-based killing.

Under Uncle Mads' influence, Xu Feng regained his elegant and composed gentlemanly demeanor.

His gaze swept rapidly and calmly across the surroundings, trying to find a glimmer of hope for survival in the actions of these weeping angels.

But the incredibly bizarre and chilling scene before us speaks volumes about the terror of the monstrous creature.

They did not launch any open attacks, nor did they cause any rampant energy fluctuations; they relied solely on a rule that was triggered in ways unknown.

It can freeze life in an instant, turning it into an eternal, eerie statue.

This tactic sent chills down the spines of everyone present!