Life Dungeon Game

Now, although the opposing Serat is powerful and strange, his actual strength is also...

Around 6,000, its overall strength might be stronger than Rockwell, but not by much.

This was within He Ao's expectations, so when he killed Lockwell, he deliberately used more tricks to lure him rather than fight him head-on, in order to conserve his strength to deal with the 'ambush' in the core area.

By analyzing and organizing the situation and the enemy's deployment, we can deduce the enemy's actual situation and allocate limited combat resources accordingly, as well as plan combat methods.

This is why, even with the ability to resolve the Lockway issue, he still tries to deduce the truth behind the Eternal Cult's 'trap'.

If his final deduction is that there is an angel-level 'ambush' hidden in the core area, he will prepare other methods.

Although fate often plays a decisive role in the development of events, Heo knew he couldn't entrust everything to the favor of fate.

Moreover, the difficulty of this dungeon is visibly high.

While Heo was looking at Serat, Serat was also looking at Heo.

Although he had gained the upper hand in the brief exchange, it did not diminish his vigilance towards Heo in the slightest.

In the brief moment of confrontation, another ring appeared on the back of Serat's golden greatsword.

He drew his sword and took another step forward.

Just as Heo stepped forward, Serat's greatsword came slashing down from above.

He wants to further maintain the advantage he has just gained.

He gripped the large sword, his mind and gaze fixed intently on the energy circuits on Serat's body and the soul shadow in his spiritual vision.

There is no one in this world who cannot be killed. If someone cannot be killed, it is most likely because the method is wrong.

The swords clashed again, and He Ao's body sank slightly.

This golden broadsword is heavier and has greater force than before.

Almost the instant the swords clashed, He Ao saw golden light gather on the blade of the greatsword.

The golden light that looked like 'blade energy' that had just burst forth from the broadsword flashed through He Ao's mind. He pushed off with his feet, flipped himself up, and spun in the air like a bird, while the blade sliced ​​upwards.

The moment He Ao stood up, golden light burst forth from the blade, striking the platform like a crescent moon and leaving a deep mark on the solid surface.

At this moment, Heo had already leaped to a position higher than Serat. He pressed down with his wrist, channeling his power into the tip of his sword, and thrust the knight's sword out, aiming for Serat's brow.

Just as He Ao had guessed, although the 'blade energy' was powerful, it seemed that because it was a concentrated force, when it was released, Serat's body and the greatsword would be briefly stiffened.

Although this time is very short, lasting only a blink of an eye, in a battle of this level, this short time is enough to do a lot of things.

The sharp sword tip closed the distance to Serat with the speed of a streak of light.

Serat immediately pulled back, but it was too late; the sharp tip of the sword pierced his brow.

Blood, glowing with an orange light, oozed from between his eyebrows.

He Ao drew his sword, turned around, and landed on the ground in a whirl.

However, before he could even regain his footing, Serat...

Hesitantly, he raised his broadsword and slashed horizontally.

He immediately ducked and spun around, dodging the horizontal slash of the greatsword while his body spun back like a light bird, slashing his sword towards Serat's thigh.

However, when Serat saw Heo duck to dodge, he jumped up without hesitation. While anticipating and dodging Heo's sword strike, he slashed his greatsword down at Heo with a blade of energy.

At this moment, there were now six rings on the broadsword, making it even more terrifying.

He Ao, who had just landed sideways after spinning and drawing his sword, did not hesitate and rolled away to avoid the incoming blade.

boom--

With a deafening roar, a gaping hole was cleaved open in the solid platform floor, revealing the silent darkness below.

Under the hazy light overhead, the darkness gradually 'separated' and formed a new floor.

He Ao's gaze swept over the new floor that was gradually taking shape, and a thought flashed through his mind.

At that moment, Serat, wielding a large sword, slashed diagonally at Heo beside him.

He Ao, who was already close to the edge of the platform, lay on his back with his legs on the ground. He used his waist and abdomen to do a somersault and stand up. At the same time, he held his sword horizontally behind his waist and blocked the golden broadsword that was being swung at him.

Just then, Serat, who was slashing his sword across the blade, suddenly spoke up and asked, "Little Ilo, why don't you try believing in the Eternal Light? Perhaps the Eternal Light can solve your problem."

He Ao froze the moment the sound rang out.

A thought flashed through his mind: "Yes, why don't I try to believe in the eternal light?"

Upon seeing this, Serat's lips curled up, and he suddenly raised his heavy broadsword, slashing it horizontally towards Heo's waist with a whistling wind.

But in that instant, Heo suddenly moved forward, stepping onto the floating coffin beside him. Taking advantage of the height, he turned and slashed at Serat's head with his sword.

Serat had no time to draw his sword and could only turn his head to dodge.

The sharp blade sliced ​​off his ponytail in an instant, and his soft hair fell down naturally.

At that moment, Serat's sword reached Heo's feet and cleaved the coffin beneath him in two.

At this moment, Heo had already jumped back lightly and stopped on the second row of coffins, looking down at Serat.

Serat, carrying a large golden sword, his hair disheveled, looked at Heo with a mixture of doubt and curiosity. "You weren't affected?"

“I received it,”

Heo, holding his knight's sword, said without any pretense, "I am now seriously considering whether or not to believe in the Eternal Light, but that does not affect my determination to bring back my parents' remains."

Clearly, what was influencing He's thoughts was some kind of special ability of Serat. This was not some kind of pollution, but it had subtly affected some of He's 'cognition'.

"A steadfast mind is like an unwavering resolve,"

Serat looked up at Heo. "You value them that much?"

He looked at him calmly and said, "They are my parents."

A brief silence fell over the entire space.

Serat looked at Heo and smiled slightly, "So you really are Ilo, and not some monster in Ilo's skin?"

He paused for a moment, staring at He Ao, his broadsword tapping the ground.

"Serath, talent sequence 194: fanatic, servant of the eternal light. I respect all those who hold firm beliefs. I hope you will remember my name in hell. Of course, if you are willing to believe in the eternal light now, you may be able to enter the great eternal kingdom after death."

"You've always known about my parents' special status, and you know how much the Eternal Old Church 'values' them. From the very beginning, you were planning to use my parents to 'set a trap'? The so-called expansion and siege of the Security Federation were all just to cover up this 'trap' you set up?"

He Ao did not answer his question, but asked softly.

"You are very smart,"

Serat gazed at him, “The eternal light favors lambs who are wise and have faith.”

He didn't give a direct answer, but he had already given the answer.

"Thanks,"

Heo nodded slightly, looking at Serat, "If you can really enter that so-called divine kingdom after you die, it's truly hell."

A snow-white sword light flashed across the dim void.

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The sword blade, which moved like a streak of light, did not fall on Serat, but instead landed on the open coffin lid in front of Heo.

The coffin lid, which had been floating in the air, was suddenly flicked by the sharp blade and flew out like a streak of light towards Serat's head.

The coffin lid blocked the light from the sky, and a brief shadow covered Serat's body.

Serat raised his golden greatsword, leaped into the air, and cleaved the flying coffin lid in two. Then he slashed at the spot where Heo was standing.

As soon as He Ao lifted the coffin lid, he used his legs to perform a side somersault and flew away from the spot.

boom--

The enormous golden blade slammed down on the coffin where He Ao had just stood, shattering the entire coffin.

Serat leaped onto the third row of coffins, golden broadsword in hand, and stared at Heo.

There were already eight blade rings on the thick back of the blade.

He glanced at the large sword, then at Serat's body, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Just as the shadow of his coffin lid covered Serat's body, the energy circuit within Serat's body flickered in the field of divine sense.

He looked up at the radiance overhead.

The light in this dark space has no source; looking up, one sees only a faint, hazy glow amidst an impenetrable darkness.

Just as light arises from darkness.

In the psychic vision, the surrounding darkness was filled with distorted patterns, with one or two strange 'glories' occasionally flashing through these distorted patterns.

Within the space illuminated by light, distorted patterns also exist, but they primarily form the platform where the two people stood earlier, and are rarely seen in the radiant space.

Seeing He Ao's actions, Serat's gaze narrowed slightly. Then, without hesitation, he gripped the heavy golden broadsword with both hands, leaped forward, and slashed at He Ao's face.

He Ao sidestepped and held his sword across his shoulder, instantly blocking the swinging broadsword. The sharp blade pressed down sharply the moment it collided with the broadsword, almost touching He Ao's neck.

He Ao gritted his teeth, strained his arms, and held on tightly to the large knife.

boom--

The powerful force was transmitted to the coffin beneath his feet, smashing the entire coffin to pieces with a loud bang.

He Ao's body sank.

In that endless darkness, a pale hand covered in lividity slowly reached out and grabbed at He Ao's ankle.

At the same time, Serat, standing on the adjacent coffin, raised his golden greatsword again, changing from a slash to a sweep, and swept it towards Heo's body with the power to easily cut Heo in two.

He Ao's foot, which had already missed its target, suddenly landed on a hand that reached out from the darkness. Using the momentum, he leaned back and jumped out, almost lying flat on his back.

In the endless darkness, countless hands reached out, as dense as seaweed, trying to grab He Ao's body.

However, He Ao's body was positioned slightly above the maximum reach of these hands, so He Ao's body flew up above these swaying hands to a coffin behind him.

At that moment, Serat, whose slash had missed its mark, was pulled forward by the heavy blade. A pale arm suddenly seized the opportunity, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him into the darkness.

The moment it was grabbed by the hand, Serat