Life Dungeon Game

"I...I surrender..."

The gaunt man stared wide-eyed at the figure in a daze, a chill creeping down his neck and onto the figure's hands.

"Talent Sequence 75: Magic Warrior, hmm, your solidified abilities are quite good, you're a promising talent,"

The figure smiled gently, "Unfortunately, I don't have the duty to accept heretics."

He gently shook off the ice shards from his hands, then with a forceful flick, he threw the gaunt man into the gap between the coffins, into the darkness where the light had not yet shone.

The gaunt man struggled desperately, trying to grab the coffin lid beside him to prevent himself from falling completely into darkness.

But at that moment, hands covered in livid mortis emerged from the depths of darkness, grabbing his body, pulling at his shoulders, covering his glasses, and silencing his mouth.

As he struggled, more and more hands appeared, eventually completely covering his body and pulling him into the silent, lightless darkness.

Squeak—squeak—

The sound of chewing could be heard in the darkness.

"You've planted spies around the leader too?"

The bespectacled man stared at the figure turning around, his expression slightly grim. "I've fallen for your trick this time. I accept my loss."

He slowly took out a white, corona-shaped object with a vertical pointer from his clothes.

"Radiant Corona?"

The figure looked at the man with glasses, raising his gaze slightly.

"This is what you want, isn't it? You know I would bring it here to break through the cathedral's shield."

The bespectacled man's face turned completely cold. "Whether you can get it or not depends on your ability. If I drag you down with me, I'll have given the leader my due."

The figure smiled as he gazed at the golden disc in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the pitch-black space.

Immediately following were two figures, moving as fast as phantoms, leaping and colliding between the coffins.

Beams of light suddenly flashed across the entire space, and one after another, tightly closed coffins exploded along with the flashing light, disappearing into the deepest darkness.

When the glory fades away.

"What kind of monster are you...?"

The bespectacled man stared wide-eyed, clutching the sundial, his body, pierced by several golden spears, falling backward, his gaze blank as he stared at the figure before him.

The figure walked towards him step by step.

Thump—thump thump—thump—

Just then, a soft knocking sound came from a coffin in the third row, not far from the two of them.

Then, in the pitch-black silence, the tightly closed coffin lid was suddenly pushed open.

A blood-red butterfly flew out of the pitch-black coffin, spread its wings, and landed on the top of the coffin lid.

Immediately afterwards, a pale, blood-stained hand emerged from the coffin and, with a 'bang,' caught the edge of the coffin.

Chapter 790 Fate is capricious and ingenious (Super long chapter, please vote!)

It was as if in the endless darkness, a disc emitting a faint glow illuminated the path ahead.

A blood-red paper butterfly fluttered its wings and flew into the depths of darkness, with two people, one big and one small, quickly following behind.

In the silent darkness, sharp chewing and gnawing sounds occasionally rang out, like a death knell echoing in their ears.

The red-haired woman gripped the disc tightly in her hand, carefully following the butterfly's flight path as she walked quickly through the darkness.

There was no platform or ground beneath her feet, but only a void.

After jumping from outside the church, she did not fall into the silent darkness outside the church, but seemed to be pulled upwards by some strange force.

However, during this floating process, she never saw those floating churches again. All around her was endless darkness, along with butterflies that emitted specks of blood-red light, and a little boy fluttering beside them.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she felt herself slowly sinking, and then she felt herself completely flipped 180 degrees, from head up to head down, so the feeling of floating upwards turned into sinking.

The disorientation of space disrupted her senses.

But soon, she and the boy beside her 'stepped' onto the 'road'.

The road had no physical form; it was still endless darkness. They trod on this darkness, continuing forward under the guidance of the paper butterflies.

In this endless darkness, the light from a flashlight would be completely swallowed up, and only the light from extraordinary objects could briefly illuminate some of the objects in the darkness, so she took out her disc as a simple 'lighting tool'.

However, the boy beside her stopped her from lighting up the paper butterfly in front of her and told her to just follow the light around.

“There seems to be something very dangerous and strange in this darkness.”

She lowered her head and whispered.

“They won’t attack us,”

He Ao seemed to understand her worries and said softly, "Although we can't see the road now, we are indeed on the right 'road'. The strangeness of this space should not attack any life that walks on the road. Follow the butterflies and don't look left or right."

At this moment, in his spiritual vision, the surroundings were not silent darkness, but densely packed, twisted patterns. They were piled up at everyone's feet, above their heads, and behind them, densely packed, constantly twisting and writhing.

Only the space where everyone stood remained a small, narrow hollow.

What keeps this void intact is the invisible 'glory' emanating from the blood-red butterfly in front of you.

This radiance had no real power; rather, it activated something that seemed to be a fundamental rule, opening this 'secret passage'.

This path wasn't opened by the paper butterflies; it has always existed in the darkness and is part of the 'rules' of this dark space. As long as you walk on this path, those 'strange' beings in the darkness will not attack you.

Why did you just say that this was a setup?

The chewing sounds emanating from the darkness seemed to make the red-haired woman uneasy. She lowered her head and asked softly.

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"Aside from Lockeway's hidden power, do you think the strongest person in this church, as far as you're concerned, is inside?"

He Ao glanced at her, but did not answer directly. Instead, he asked in a slow voice.

His voice was calm and gentle, dispelling some of the gloom in the red-haired woman's heart.

"Not here,"

The red-haired woman answered instinctively, then paused for a moment as if thinking, before continuing, "I have intelligence indicating that the most powerful 'bishop' in this church has already left."

"So that's what gives you the confidence to enter this church?"

He Ao followed the butterfly and asked casually.

"Ah."

The red-haired woman nodded, seemingly realizing something, but still explained further, "That bishop is the only B-level combatant openly acknowledged by the church."

He Ao turned his head and glanced at the red-haired woman. Her throwing knife seemed to be a supernatural item close to grade B, but her own strength was too weak.

If there really are only C-level combatants in the church, with the intelligence advantage and the Eternal Old Cult drawing fire, she could still manage to break into the church with that throwing knife.

If the employer pays enough, it's reasonable for her to accept the mission, given the habits of mercenaries.

After all, mercenaries are in a dangerous profession, and they are willing to go even if there is only a sliver of hope, as long as the money is enough.

"But in fact,"

He Ao withdrew his gaze, looked at the darkness ahead, and continued, "That bishop is probably in the core area of ​​this church right now."

Red-haired woman: "Huh?"

"My initial assumption was the same as yours,"

He Ao spoke calmly.

"When the Eternal Old Cult attacked the church, I saw their forces from outside. They didn't have many strong people; most of them were C-level or D-level, and the leader was only barely B-level."

"Although cultists generally increase their strength through sacrifices, if both sides are cults and both sides increase their strength, it is practically the same as not increasing their strength at all."

"So at that time I judged that apart from that powerful shield, there were probably no particularly strong people inside the cathedral, or that the strong people inside had most likely been 'lured away' by the Eternal Old Cult."

"At least that's how it appears to the Eternal Old Cult, which is why they only brought these people to launch the raid."

"And the 'maze' rooms that form after entering the inner church seem to confirm this 'perception'."

“If they had an overwhelming advantage, the Eternal Secret Cult members in the cathedral wouldn’t seem to need to resort to this ‘delaying tactic,’”

At this point, He paused for a moment, "until I saw Rockaway in the church just now."

"Rockway?"

The red-haired woman was stunned. She glanced at the blood-red paper butterfly in front of her. "Wasn't he here to capture Alice?"

"Yes, he's here to capture Alice,"

He nodded slightly, then immediately asked, "Do you think Lockway is strong?"

"powerful···"

The red-haired woman's expression froze. If that wasn't strong, then what was?

Then she subconsciously glanced at the young boy beside her.

Okay, this one is stronger.

He Ao seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, but said nothing. Instead, he asked, "Shun..."

Based on our previous reasoning, if the strongest person in this church has already left, then what 'duty' would someone as powerful as Rockaway have left in the church now?

The red-haired woman was taken aback by the question, and after a brief moment of thought, she said in a deep voice, "The person in charge?"

"Yes, he should be the main person in charge of staying behind at the church, theoretically the strongest person left behind, but he's not in the real core area, he's out here to catch the escaped Alice,"

He Ao turned around and asked with a smile, "So, what should the core area be like at this time?"

"Unattended? The Eternal Old Cult can just walk right in?"

The red-haired woman suddenly realized what was happening, and then she said somewhat blankly, "But isn't Lockway a spy for the Eternal Old Cult? Didn't he release Alice himself to stage a scene to make way for the Eternal Old Cult?"

She overheard the conversation between Heo and Rockwell.

As an inside man, shouldn't Lockwell have given up his position to his 'real teammates'?