Life Dungeon Game

The butterfly on his shoulder moved forward and disappeared into the light, while He Ao also lifted his feet and stepped into the hazy light.

Immediately afterwards, he felt his body stiffen, as if the 'gravity' acting on him had changed, and his body went from 'vertical' to 'tilted', about to fall back into the darkness.

Then he suddenly

He reached out and grabbed the door frame, then leaned forward, completely 'peeked' out of the darkness.

A hazy ray of light fell into his field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, he saw clearly what the 'door' he was in looked like.

An open 'coffin'.

It's still a slider phone.

Last time, his nutrient tank had a flip-top.

He raised his head and looked ahead. At the center of the converging light, on a blood-stained platform, lay a man wearing glasses, pierced by golden spears, clutching a white sundial tightly in his palm.

Opposite him stood a beautiful 'woman' with a high ponytail, wearing a gilded white robe, looking refined and gentle with a smile on her face.

He Ao's gaze paused briefly, landing on the 'woman's' throat.

He is a 'gentleman'.

"Hello,"

The man in white robes looked at He Ao as he emerged from the coffin, his gaze pausing slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his face. Then he nodded slightly and offered a gentle smile, "Young Master Yi Luo."

With just that slight nod, the terrifying pressure almost forced He Ao back into the coffin.

This person is very strong.

"Hello."

He Ao jumped out of the coffin without moving an inch and landed in the middle of the platform. He walked to the slightly moved coffin that felt very familiar to him, reached out and touched the edge of the coffin, and gently pushed open the coffin lid.

The coffin lid, which presented tremendous resistance, was pushed open in his hands as easily as a suspended door. He glanced at the person inside the coffin, reached out and closed the lid, then turned to look at the beautiful man in white robes and smiled.

"Sir, I'm taking my mom and dad home."

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Chapter 791 God's Kingdom and Hell (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Young Mr. Yiluo, home isn't actually in any specific place; home is where your family is."

The man in the gilded white robe looked up at He Ao, then stepped on the ground and crushed the sternum of the bespectacled man whose expression changed slightly upon hearing He Ao's words.

Amidst the splattered blood on the bespectacled man's chest below, the man in the gold and white robes gently opened his right hand, and rays of golden light gathered in his palm.

He looked at He Ao, his eyes slightly narrowed, and smiled, "If you'd like, this place can be your home too. You can stay here forever to be with your parents."

really···

He Ao's gaze narrowed slightly.

Judging from the coffin that was moved on the ground, it seems that something unexpected happened this time.

The Eternal Old Cult members appeared to have come for the remains of Elo's parents.

This time, the 'focus' of the conflict between the old religion and the esoteric religion is not a certain treasure or a sharp sectarian conflict, but the remains of the parents.

Although Elo's parents possessed a high level of spirituality, it was clearly not enough to tempt the Eternal Old Cult to take such a great risk.

Either the remains contain some kind of secret, or the remains carry some kind of secret.

So He Ao just said directly that he wanted to take his parents home.

Judging from the reactions of the man in the white robe and the bespectacled man on the ground who seemed to be an eternal old believer, neither of them wanted Heo to take his parents' remains away, and even wanted to 'leave' Heo behind as well.

This meant that there was no room for negotiation between He and these two parties, and the situation had deteriorated to the worst possible outcome he had anticipated.

Either life or death.

In the end, only one victor can take away these two bodies in this struggle.

He Ao raised his knight's sword, stood in front of the coffin, the tip of the sword touching the ground, looked at the man in the gold and white robe, and calmly replied, "But I am young, I am more attached to my home, and I do not like to stay in a place that is about to be destroyed."

A blood-red paper butterfly slowly rose from the open coffin lid and flew towards He Ao.

"Oh, that's a shame."

The man in the gold and white robes still had a smile on his face. A large, heavy-looking golden sword had already gathered in his hand and was gradually solidifying, exuding an ancient and profound aura.

He glanced up at the paper butterfly on He Ao's shoulder, and asked with a thoughtful smile, "Alice is with you, so Lockway is dead? It seems the church's information was slightly inaccurate..."

The instant he spoke, he suddenly sprang up, wielding a golden greatsword with terrifying, twisted power as he slashed at the paper butterflies in the sky.

boom-

The pure white knight's sword collided with his golden greatsword in the sky, and with a loud bang, both of them were sent flying backward.

The man in the platinum robe landed on the ground, while the blood-red paper butterflies in the sky landed on He Ao's shoulder and flew backward with him, landing on the edge of the round platform.

"So it really was you who killed Kate? You're much stronger than we anticipated."

The man in the platinum robe glanced at the golden broadsword in his hand. A small nick had appeared on the thick blade where it had just clashed with the knight's sword; a faint golden light emanated from it, mending the nick. He then looked up at He Ao and smiled.

"Nice to meet you"

"I am the bishop of this church; you can call me 'Serrat'."

As he spoke, a thick, golden ring appeared on the back of the broadsword. The moment the ring appeared, the entire broadsword seemed to be affected by gravity and drooped slightly.

Although he still had a smile on his face, the seriousness between his handsome brows was far greater than when he was facing the bespectacled man.

"Serrat..."

Heo, holding his knight's sword, glanced at the golden broadsword in the hand of the man in the white robe, then at the bespectacled man on the ground with wide eyes, his chest pierced and seemingly already dead, and at the white sundial in the man's hand, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Then he rushed towards the man with glasses.

boom-

With a crisp sound, the pure white knight's sword clashed with the golden greatsword once again.

He glanced at Serat, who was blocking his way with his sword, and at the greatsword in Serat's hand, which had already formed a second golden ring. He then extended his sword forward like a serpent along the blade of the greatsword, and in an instant, he stabbed towards Serat's chest.

A thin layer of golden light appeared on the white robe on his chest, and was then easily pierced by He Ao.

At that very moment, He Ao's movements paused.

He didn't feel any resistance from flesh and blood after the clothes were pierced; inside that long white robe, it was as if there was no flesh and blood at all, just emptiness.

He suddenly raised his sword and swung it forcefully, shattering the gilded white robe on Serat's chest.

A huge, empty hole, pierced by some powerful force, appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

Serat's entire chest was a void, devoid of any flesh or blood. Layers of writhing flesh extended within this void, constantly constructing new internal organs and limbs.

Judging from the wound, the hole must have been created recently, perhaps left by the bespectacled man.

Without hesitation, He Ao drew his sword immediately.

However, because he was probing forward with his sword and was too close to Serat, Serat had already raised his golden greatsword and slashed at his neck at the same time he was probing.

In that instant, Heo took a half step back and immediately pulled back his knight's sword, using it to block the incoming greatsword.

The golden broadsword's blade pointed forward, and an invisible crescent-shaped radiance instantly burst forth from its edge. Part of this radiance was blocked and shattered by He Ao's knight's sword, while the other part grazed He Ao's neck, leaving a bright red bloodstain.

He Ao suddenly swung back several steps.

Serat deliberately used the wound on his chest to attract his attention, and then secretly laid a deadly move. If he had acted any later, and the blade had penetrated just one millimeter further, he would already be decapitated.

He reached out and touched the blood on his wound, then looked up at Serat. "Is this your innate sequence ability?"

In his vision, the robe he had torn open on his chest was now slowly writhing and extending, like writhing flesh, sticking together again to form a new gilded robe, concealing the empty, still writhing wound, almost exactly the same as it had been at the beginning.

Serat's current state is actually a bit 'strange'. Even with the strongest B-grade vitality, it's impossible for someone with a large hole in their chest to maintain the appearance of a normal person.

General operational capabilities and combat effectiveness.

More importantly, in He Ao's divine vision, Serat's destroyed body still had a complete energy circuit flowing.

Unlike other believers, Serat did not seem to have undergone the 'transformation' of the power of the Eternal Light; he only had an energy gathering point like a normal person.

However, this energy convergence point is right in the center of Serat's chest, the very spot where Heo had stabbed him earlier, where there is now a hollow opening.

This was the first time He Ao had encountered such an existence, with flesh and blood separated from the energy circuits, which was even beyond He Ao's comprehension.

If damaging the physical body cannot disrupt the opponent's energy circuit, then how can one kill them?

"This is my ability, and also a gift of eternal light."

Serat smiled at Heo, his hand gripping the golden greatsword tightly. The blade rings on its back had grown to four, making the entire sword more solid and heavy, emanating a terrifying sense of oppression.

Serat's slender, delicate feminine body contrasted sharply with the wild greatsword.

In other words, is his talent sequence related to Eternal Light?

Heo gripped his knight's sword and stared at Serat.

In fact, apart from this strange ability, Serat's combat strength was not particularly beyond his expectations.

After reviewing the possible schemes of the Eternal Secret Sect, he quickly realized that the 'people' the Eternal Secret Sect had planted in this trap were actually not strong enough.

Because they managed to get Rockwell away.

This was not actually the most perfect plan. No matter how much groundwork they laid, Rockwell could have been alerted to the possibility of discovering the problem. Obviously, this was most likely a hasty 'backup' plan.

The best plan is to set everything up in the core area and then wipe out the unsuspecting old cult members and Rockaway in one fell swoop.

However, they still activated this 'imperfect backup plan,' which meant that their 'arrangements' were flawed. If Rockaway were to turn against them, the 'manpower or arrangements' they left in the church might not be able to deal with both Rockaway and the Eternal Old Church members at the same time.

Furthermore, Heo only encountered the strangeness of the maze rooms along the way, without encountering any defenders of the Eternal Cult. This suggests that the Eternal Cult members likely did not have complete control of the situation, and the 'backbone' of the entire church was still forced to go out and deal with the situation outside.

Ultimately, this chaos was caused by He'ao, and it completely slipped out of the control of the Eternal Secret Cult.

Furthermore, it was not merely a chaotic conflict between the old and esoteric sects as originally planned by the Eternal Secret Cult, but rather a massive infighting among the various forces throughout Winter City.

The Eternal Secret Cult was not the hunter who set the trap as originally planned, but rather one of the 'prey' in the chaos.

This is actually why He Ao wanted to stir up trouble among all the major forces in Winter City. No matter how carefully he planned, he would lose his composure in the uncontrollable chaos.

If He Ao hadn't deliberately disrupted the situation and created an opportunity, and had waited another day or two, he might have found a passive opportunity to enter the cathedral, only to face an angelic trap.