Life Dungeon Game

Although Lockway has some fighting talent, he clearly doesn't know when to use which tactics, or what techniques to use against which type of enemy.

These are things you can't learn sitting in a church; you need to actually experience life and death.

"Is it... over?"

At this moment, the red-haired woman struggled to her feet and looked at He Ao, who was staggering towards her.

She couldn't see the fight between He Ao and Lockway at all.

She only heard Lockwell chant some strange prayer, then a tremendous force slammed her to the ground. Then she heard a series of bangs and cracks, and saw bursts of golden light, like the clash of weapons, bursting forth like fireworks in midsummer.

Then, Rockaway died.

It was as if she had been lost in thought, and everything was over. The entire church hall was in ruins, looking as if it had just been demolished.

She didn't even see how Rockaway died.

This level of combat was far beyond her capabilities; even with the help of the throwing knife, she couldn't get involved at all.

Her gaze fell on He Ao's blood-stained body. This battle had further changed her understanding of this young boy; he was terrifyingly powerful.

Beneath that youthful exterior might lie a centuries-old monster from a transcendent world.

Whether cooperating with such a being is good or bad is unknown.

Finally, she shook her head, clearing her mind, and pulled a long, rectangular box with the Stars Pharmaceuticals logo from her pocket. "I have some emergency hemostatic drugs and compression bandages here, you..."

"Need not."

He Ao shook his head.

The life force from the crimson butterfly continued to flow into his body, repairing his wounds. Although he appeared to be covered in blood, he actually had no other injuries except for a few minor wounds left by the initial silk threads.

Of course, his invulnerability wasn't due to any obsessive-compulsive disorder or pursuit of advanced fighting techniques, but rather because of his physical defensive capabilities. Had Locke had landed a single blow on him, he wouldn't have been able to stand up.

This is it.

"We need to get out of here quickly."

He Ao looked up at the glass dome above him and said quickly.

"what?"

The red-haired woman was taken aback.

boom--

Just then, a huge glass window fell from the sky, crashed to the ground, and shattered into countless pieces.

Immediately afterwards, the entire hall began to tremble.

"This hall is about to collapse."

He Ao turned his head and looked at the paper butterfly on his shoulder.

After Lockway extracted the power from the foundation, and due to the previous battle between Howe and Lockway, the basic structure of this hall, which was entirely constructed of supernatural power, has been completely destroyed.

Bang—bang—

As He Ao spoke, several more stained-glass windows fell from the dome, followed by a series of huge falling rocks.

The paper butterfly that had been perched on He Ao's shoulder slowly took flight and headed toward the stone gate that had been opened with a huge gaping hole.

"Follow."

He Ao said quickly in a hoarse voice and followed the paper butterfly.

The red-haired woman immediately followed.

The paper butterfly flew straight ahead, and all the falling stones seemed to bypass it, grazing past its side.

He Ao and the red-haired woman quickly bypassed the falling rocks and glazed tiles, rushing towards the stone gate.

As they walked, the entire hall floor began to collapse, revealing huge holes that looked like they led to abysses.

Soon, the butterfly arrived at the stone gate, and the huge stone gate slowly opened. He Ao immediately rushed out.

The red-haired woman recalled her throwing knife, carefully jumped over the holes, and followed behind He Ao. She was the furthest from the stone gate, but her movements were agile enough that she reached the stone gate before the ground was riddled with holes.

Then she walked out of the opened stone door.

There is a small platform at the entrance of the stone gate, and He Ao is standing on the platform, looking around.

The red-haired woman also looked around at the same time.

The exterior of the church hall where they had just been was like a huge, bluish-gray pointed church. At this moment, the church was floating in a huge, dark space, surrounded by a dark space like an abyss, filled with a terrifying aura.

Around this pitch-black space, there were numerous spires of churches, identical in appearance to the one they were standing in, floating about indiscriminately and chaotically.

"Where are we going next?"

The red-haired woman stared blankly at everything.

The church behind them had begun to collapse completely, with rubble falling into the surrounding dark void and being instantly swallowed up by it.

"Go to the most central area."

He Ao remained calm and slowly said, "There has probably been a battle that just ended there as well."

"Whose battle is it?"

The red-haired woman was taken aback.

"The hunters behind this scheme and their prey."

He Ao calmly looked at the paper butterfly in front of him.

The paper butterfly slowly came to rest on the edge of the platform in front of the church, and then flew directly into the dark space.

"Hunter and prey?"

The red-haired woman was stunned for a moment, then she looked in the direction where the butterfly had disappeared and asked hesitantly, "How do we get there?"

"Jump."

Without hesitation, He Ao jumped into the dark void, following the spot where the butterfly had landed.

A piece of gravel drifted to where he had just stood, and was then swallowed by the dark void.

The red-haired woman looked at everything before her, gritted her teeth, and jumped in after her.

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Chapter 789 Rising from the Coffin (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

A tiny light source cast a cone-shaped beam of light from above, illuminating a hazy circular platform in the pitch-black space.

Around this circular platform, one after another, pitch-black coffins were arranged at an angle along the edge of the circle.

These coffins circled the platform in concentric rings, like an inverted cone, its opening facing upwards, stretching all the way to the end of the darkness.

Squeak—squeak—

Like an old door opening and closing, sharp and piercing chewing sounds echoed under the dark night sky.

It was as if something was gnawing at something in the silent darkness.

Amidst the rhythmic sounds of gnawing, a burst of orange-gold light suddenly illuminated the platform.

Immediately afterwards, three figures covered in radiant patterns appeared on the platform, standing at the center surrounded by all the coffins.

As these three beams of light appeared, the entire world suddenly fell silent.

"This knocking stone is really good; it actually let me in directly. Is this the lowest level of this heretical church?"

The gaunt man standing on the left glanced at the circular platform with a radius of no more than fifty meters at his feet, then looked up at the group of coffins that stretched into the darkness. "They don't look very impressive."

"These coffins all contain the remains of people with high spiritual attainment,"

The scarred man standing on the right glanced at the endless rows of coffins around him and said in a low voice, "The believers in Winter City alone couldn't have gathered so many highly spiritual corpses. These heretics probably brought a lot of corpses from branch churches in other cities as well."

"Did they build this city as their base of operations?"

The gaunt man sneered, "They haven't even taken control of the city yet, how foolish."

"These heretics preach things that could easily convince ordinary people that taking control of the city is only a matter of time,"

The scarred man lowered his head. "Moreover, we don't have any cities under our control. Strictly speaking, if we hadn't had a longer history of development, having been passed down from the Great Cataclysm era, our strength would be far inferior to these heretical believers."

Upon hearing this, the gaunt man's expression darkened slightly. "You also believe these heretics' delusions? What about an afterlife kingdom that never goes hungry? They've twisted the eternal kingdom that signifies destruction and rebirth at the end of the world into this fabricated thing to satisfy their desires. It's simply defiling the glory of eternal light."

His voice grew louder and his anger grew stronger: "These heretics should all be killed."

"I was just stating the facts."

The scarred man glanced at the gaunt man and added, "I won't hold back against these heretics either."

But clearly, his answer did not satisfy the skinny man.

The gaunt man opened his mouth, about to question the scarred man's beliefs once more.

"Now is not the time to discuss this,"

The bespectacled man in the middle snorted coldly. He glanced at the stone in his hand, which resembled a human finger bone and emitted specks of golden light, and then put it away.

"Lockway has gone to investigate the underlying anomaly of the problem and will be back soon. The blessing of the ritual won't last long either; we must find the target before he returns."

,"

His eyes swept over the rows of coffins closest to them. "According to the intelligence given by the leader, the target's remains should be placed here, either in the first row or the second row. We'll split up and search. While we're searching, be careful not to step into the dark; places without light are extremely dangerous."

"If the first row of coffins is not found, then step on the first row of coffins to open the second row of coffins."

"understood,"

The thin man responded lazily, then looked up again at the densely packed coffins. "These heretics are really generous, using the resentment of so many highly spiritual deceased to build this church. No wonder this church is so eerie."