Life Dungeon Game

"Talk less, work more."

The bespectacled man glanced at him and strode towards the nearest coffin.

The thin man waved his hand and walked to the other side, while the scarred man walked to the remaining side.

These pitch-black coffins floated in the air, with the upper fifth being a semicircle and the lower four-fifths being an inverted, slender trapezoid.

The coffin was painted with patterns of radiating light. These patterns were exquisitely painted, but upon closer inspection, they looked like countless thin worms wriggling desperately out of the coffin lid.

"These heretics really like to do weird and strange things."

The gaunt man glanced at the coffin in front of him, then took out a dagger, inserted it into the gap in the coffin lid, and suddenly pried it off.

The moment he pried it open, he felt a powerful suction from inside the coffin, as if it were trying to hold the lid shut, hindering his movements.

Even a regular C-grade person probably couldn't open this coffin lid.

With a thought flashing through his mind, the thin man forcefully lifted the coffin lid open.

The moment the coffin lid was lifted, the suction force holding it in suddenly weakened, and the entire coffin lid slid open to the left like a sliding door.

Lying in the coffin is a beautiful young girl wearing a long dress with a pierced chest. Her hands are placed on her lower abdomen, her eyes are closed, and her face is peaceful.

"No."

The gaunt man shook his head, then turned and walked toward the next coffin.

The moment he stepped away, the girl's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened.

Her body melted instantly, turning into a pool of bright red blood that seeped from a corner of the coffin and fell into the silent darkness.

Meanwhile, the gaunt man was already opening the next coffin. All three of them moved swiftly, violently opening the coffins with curved knives or daggers to examine the remains inside.

After the three men opened several coffins, thick bloodstains surged in the darkness.

It slowly flowed out of the darkness, and after flowing onto the platform, it quickly split into three and flowed behind the three people.

Then the three pools of blood began to wriggle simultaneously, forming three blood-soaked figures with slender limbs.

The blood-covered man raised his hand to touch the three men's shoulders.

Countless invisible blades emerged in the light, aimed at the backs of the three. Each blade gleamed with a cold light, carrying an extremely terrifying and suppressed power, and slowly pressed down along the raised hand of the blood-soaked man.

"die!"

Just as the blade was about to fall completely, the scarred man whirled around, his curved blade flashing with a cold light as he sliced ​​the bloodied man behind him in half.

Cut off.

Without pausing, his blade moved with lightning speed, slicing through the slender, bloodied figure into countless thin, cicada-wing-like fragments in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the gaunt man not far from him raised his hand before the blood-covered man's hand touched his shoulder, and the dagger in his hand instantly severed the blood-covered man's neck.

Dense ice spread along the blood-covered man's neck, instantly freezing him. Then the ice shattered, turning into fragments on the ground.

"cough-"

The bespectacled man coughed lightly, and the blood-covered figure with its outstretched hand behind him instantly melted away, returning to a pool of blood.

All of this happened extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, the three bloodied remains fell to the ground, twitched once, and did not rise again.

"Is this the so-called 'Blood Demon' who guards the lowest level of the church, with each of its clones possessing B-level combat power?"

The skinny man glanced at the melting, wriggling ice shards on the ground, kicked them, and said, "Not so great."

"We have sacrificed so many 'offerings' and now we have received a blessing. Our strength has been amplified to a relatively strong B-level. We must be careful and take precautions against those who are not paying attention. We must not let our guard down."

The scarred man glanced at the bloodstains he had cut on the ground and said in a low voice.

The thin man's expression hardened slightly, but he didn't say anything.

"'Blood Demon' won't die. After it is severely injured and disintegrates, it will have fifteen minutes to 'recover'. You have to be quick."

The bespectacled man didn't turn his head and immediately walked to the next coffin.

The scarred man and the thin man immediately turned back and continued opening the coffin.

All three were now amplified by their blessings, and their movements were swift. Previously, they had to guard against the 'Blood Demon,' but now that they were no longer on guard, they went all out, and soon the coffins were forcibly opened one by one.

The remains in the coffins that were opened later did not transform into new blood monsters; they lay quietly inside.

"found it!"

After most of the coffins in the first row had been opened, the scarred man shouted excitedly. In front of him was a newly opened coffin, inside which lay a burly, gentle-faced middle-aged man.

He shouted as he began to grope the man's body.

"Has the item been found?"

The bespectacled man immediately turned around and asked in a low voice.

“No,” the scarred man said, his expression growing increasingly grim as he fumbled around. “He doesn’t seem to have it with him. Could it be at home?”

"impossible,"

The bespectacled man strode toward the scarred man. "That thing will affect the holder's mentality and make them subconsciously carry it with them. To seal it, you need the secret magic of wizards from the Great Cataclysm era. It's impossible for anyone to understand these things now."

"Especially with his compatibility, he can't resist the temptation of that thing."

"What if he gave it to someone else, like his wife or children?"

The scarred man searched around again but still couldn't find it, and asked in a low voice.

"It would take immense willpower for him to separate this thing. Even setting aside the fact that he's an ordinary person, and even if he had the willpower to give it away, our intelligence indicates that his wife and children are all dead..."

The bespectacled man's expression grew increasingly grim. He glanced at the middle-aged man lying in the coffin, reached out and groped around, but couldn't find him.

“But he

"I really have nothing left on me."

The scarred man said in a deep voice.

"Where is his wife? His wife was also a highly spiritual ordinary person; her body should be here too."

The bespectacled man looked around.

"At this."

At this moment, the thin man also opened a coffin. He stood in front of the coffin and looked back at the man with glasses.

Lying in the coffin was an intelligent woman with crow's feet at the corners of her eyes.

The thin man glanced back at the person in the coffin. "She's quite pretty, with a refined air about her."

"The intelligence is flawed. Take both coffins with you and leave this place immediately."

The bespectacled man's face darkened completely, and he took out the stone that resembled a finger bone once more.

The gaunt man immediately closed the coffin lid and forcefully pulled the suspended coffin down from its position.

Meanwhile, the scarred man on the other side also closed the coffin lid, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the coffin down.

It was as if a tremendous force was acting on the coffin, making it as heavy as a mountain.

He looked up and saw a white hand emerge from the darkness and press down on the coffin.

Those slender arms were like a mountain, pressing down on the coffin and rendering the scarred man unable to move.

Behind that slender arm, a figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

The scarred man's expression changed, and he immediately drew his curved sword and slashed at the figure.

His swordsmanship was incredibly fast, like a fleeting shadow, so fast that his movements were almost impossible to detect in the void.

It was through this kind of swordsmanship that he was able to slice the Blood Demon into countless pieces in the blink of an eye.

boom--

Two slender, pale fingers gently lifted and pinched his blade. "Talent Sequence 121: Bandit, well done."

A gentle and peaceful voice rang out in the silent darkness.

The figure twisted two fingers and snapped the sharp blade in two.

Then, the next second, the broken and flying blade pierced the scarred man's throat.

"Heretical... heresy..."

Blood, glowing with an orange light, gushed from the wound in the scarred man's throat as he struggled to lift half of his curved sword.

But the figure no longer looked at him. Instead, it passed by him, gently patted his shoulder, and the golden light flowed from the figure's fingertips into his body, destroying his life force.

The light emanating from him gradually dimmed.

"You... how did you get here!?"

The bespectacled man stared at the figure emerging from the darkness, raising the finger bone in his hand, but no matter how he tried to activate it, the golden light emanating from the finger bone remained unmoved.

He looked up at the figure. "You sealed off this space?"

"No,"

The figure replied with a gentle smile, "It's just that the abnormal paths have been blocked."

"Was this all false information deliberately given to you?"

The bespectacled man's face was ashen as he reached into his clothes.

"I surrender,"

Before he could speak, the gaunt man beside him immediately put down the coffin he was carrying, raised his hands, and looked at the figure.

“I have long wanted to join your esoteric sect. I have admired your teachings for a long time, but it is a pity that I met the wrong person back then. I only regret that I did not have a chance. Now I have such a chance to choose. I choose to join the side of justice! I will abandon darkness and turn to light!”

"you!"

The bespectacled man was angry.

Looking at the thin man.

"Abandoning darkness for light?!"

The figure emerging from the darkness smiled and glanced at the thin man. "You're quite good."

The thin man chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could react, he saw the figure lift up and appear in front of him in an instant, then grab his neck and lift him up.