Life Dungeon Game

He glanced at He Ao, raised his golden broadsword, and suddenly swung it. Several golden crescent-shaped blade energies, like celestial maidens scattering flowers, slashed towards He Ao, who had not yet regained his footing.

He Ao swiftly raised his sword, its blade flashing, shattering the golden blade energy that flew towards him one after another.

Although the number of blades has increased, the power of each one has decreased, suggesting that Serat released them hastily when he was unable to aim.

As He Ao destroyed the blade energy flying towards him, other scattered blade energies shattered the nearby coffins.

As fragments exploded before Heo's eyes, he could only vaguely see Serat being dragged into the darkness by hands.

During that process, the energy circuits on Serat's body seemed to be rapidly dimming.

As Serat was pulled into the darkness, the entire space fell silent for a moment.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind. He looked up at the flowing, distorted patterns and the scattered light in his spiritual vision.

Without hesitation, he held the sword with both hands and slashed it behind him.

At that very moment, a golden light burst forth from the darkness and struck his back.

The pure white knight's sword clashed with the golden broadsword, causing the sword in He Ao's hand to tremble, and specks of golden light splashed out from the heavy broadsword.

The coffin beneath He Ao's feet shattered again. The powerful recoil sent him flying backward, smashing through another coffin behind him before crashing into the platform, creating a cracked dent.

At that moment, Serat, without any hesitation, leaped forward and slashed with his sword, intending to take advantage of the situation to finish off Heo.

Heo stared at Serat in the air, braced his elbows on the ground, raised his legs and bent them, and then, just as Serat was about to get close to him, suddenly kicked out with his leg.

Serat was kicked away in mid-air, flying backward and crashing into a coffin at the edge of the platform before finally coming to a stop.

At the same time, He Ao bent his knees downwards and then did a somersault to stand up again.

At this moment, He Ao, who had just emerged from the open coffin in the third row, cautiously peeked out and watched the red-haired woman fighting like a streak of light. He glanced at the coffins around him, which had been casually shattered like cardboard boxes by the battle between He Ao and Serat, and then looked up at the coffin lid floating in the air beside him.

After a brief moment of thought, she reached out and slammed her hand on the coffin lid, pushing it upwards with force.

Her arm muscles bulged, and her face flushed red, but no matter what she did, she couldn't move the coffin lid that He Ao had so easily lifted even a fraction of an inch.

Then she hesitated for a moment, took out the black throwing knife, aimed it at the coffin lid, and slashed it hard.

The sharp blade sliced ​​across what appeared to be an ordinary wooden coffin lid, leaving only a shallow mark.

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Realizing her limitations, she retrieved her throwing knife and turned to look at the platform below again.

"Little Yiluo, you are very smart."

Serat slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at He Ao with a smile.

"cough-"

He coughed, glanced at the blood on his palm, raised his knight's sword, and stared at Serat.

He was looking at Serat, but his gaze wasn't entirely on Serat.

Instead of going up, he subtly used his spiritual vision to scan the surrounding dark space.

The 'radiance' that symbolizes the eternal power of light that roams the surrounding space seems to have diminished somewhat.

The amount was small, and it was hidden in a dense array of twisted patterns, making it difficult to detect unless He Ao focused his attention and looked closely.

In contrast, Celat, who had just been slightly injured by Heo's counterattack, now seemed to have fully recovered from his injuries.

Heo took a deep breath and shifted his gaze to Serat's chest, where there was a slight rise and fall, and it seemed that Serat's chest injury had mostly healed.

However, the fluctuations were not much better than when he entered the darkness, and he recovered much slower than before.

Without the illumination of light, Serat's energy circuits will become unstable, but they won't completely disappear. He won't die in the darkness, but his recovery speed will be slower.

He Ao took a half step back, glancing at the cracked dent on the platform he had just created. Under the dim light, the cracks that connected to the darkness below were being rapidly repaired by new stone slabs.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind, while the color of the crimson butterfly on his shoulder had already faded considerably.

This means that Alice's power is about to run out, and his time is running out.

At this moment, Serat also looked up and glanced at the paper butterfly on Heo's shoulder, and smiled, "It seems that your power is not much left, little Ilo. You are very talented and smart. If you can follow the great eternal light, I can leave you a whole body."

Nine rings had now formed on the back of the golden broadsword in his hand, emanating a powerful aura. He slightly raised the broadsword and continued to stare at He Ao.

“I think you should understand by now that I am ‘immortal’. My power will not diminish with the passage of time or injury. Even if my body is completely shattered, it will quickly recover. You have no chance of winning.”

He Ao merely glanced at the paper butterfly on his shoulder, calmly gazing at him, and raised the knight's sword in his hand. "When people are killed, they die. This church is not without its weaknesses."

The pale-colored paper butterfly seemed to understand He Ao's meaning, and its wings slowly opened.

In the spiritual vision, the distorted patterns and flowing light in the surrounding dark space seemed to be stirred up by some force and began to become chaotic.

The blood on the paper butterfly faded even faster.

Serat raised an eyebrow, a sense of crisis rising in his heart. He looked at Heo and gripped the golden broadsword in his hand tightly.

Then both sides started almost simultaneously, and the two streaks of light collided in the air.

scandium--

With a crisp sound, the swords clashed.

The two figures passed each other, then turned around at the same time.

Heo's knight's sword was lighter and faster. Without hesitation, he lunged forward and thrust his sword at Serat's chest once again.

Serat raised his golden greatsword with a backhand motion, tip pointing downwards, to protect his heart while deflecting Heo's knight's sword to the side.

Even so, the sharp knight's sword still pierced his side chest.

And in that instant

In the meantime, under the vision of the spirit, the 'glory' flowing in the surrounding dark space disappeared a little, and those distorted patterns became even more chaotic.

However, some areas remain stable.

Serat paused, then flipped the blade and slashed it towards Heoche along the sword's edge.

He immediately drew his sword and retreated, blocking the golden broadsword, and slashed hard at Serat's neck.

While attacking vital points wouldn't kill Serat, it seemed to cause some damage, otherwise he wouldn't have instinctively protected his vital points.

Serat, wielding his sword with both hands, forcefully deflected Heo's knight's sword back and slashed at Heo with the blade.

The two twirled their swords and pushed them at each other, exchanging blows several times in a very short time. Finally, Heo's blade got stuck between the rings on the back of Serat's sword, and the two stopped at the same time.

Upon seeing this, Serat suddenly raised his sword and let go. In an instant, the heavy blade flipped around the pivot point where the blade and the back of the sword were locked, bypassing Heo's knight's sword and slashing towards Heo's chest.

He Ao immediately stepped back to dodge, but was still cut on the shoulder by the sharp blade, and blood with an orange-purple glow splattered out.

Serat lowered his body, caught the blade that had spun in the air, and then, without hesitation, gripped the blade with both hands and slashed at Heo again.

He Ao hurriedly raised his sword with one hand to block in front of him, but his arm trembled slightly from the heavy golden slash. The hilt of the knight's sword rubbed against his palm, leaving bloody marks, and he almost dropped the knight's sword from his hand.

Serat's combat skills and experience far surpass those of Lockway.

At this moment, Serat had already seized the opportunity. He gripped the hilt of the knife with one hand and the back of the blade with the other. Using this grip, he quickly pulled the blade back and changed direction. Then, he thrust the knife forward with one hand and flicked it upward, preparing to disarm Heo when Heo's grip on the sword became unstable.

Seeing Serat thrust his sword at him, Heo did not parry this time. If he had, the heavy sword would have knocked his knight's sword away.

Without hesitation, he raised his sword and thrust it out, piercing the ring on the back of the golden broadsword and wedging the tip of the sword into the ring.

Then, with a forceful pull and twist, he deflected the broadsword to the side, closing the distance between himself and Serat. He then leaped into the air and kicked Serat in the throat.

At the same time, Serat exerted force, trying to separate the knight's sword from the golden greatsword, but at that moment, Heo had already kicked him in the throat.

With a slight sound, like a throat breaking, Serat flew backward, crashing into a coffin at the edge of the platform.

The knight's sword and the golden greatsword simultaneously broke free from their master's control, flying out and embedding themselves in the ground not far away.

Heo didn't pick up the knight's sword, but instead rushed straight towards Serat.

At this moment, the paper butterfly on his shoulder fluttered its wings rapidly, as if some underlying rule in the entire space was rioting, and the chaos of the distorted patterns in the surrounding dark space became more and more obvious.

Because of Serat's injury, some of the 'gloss' in those distorted patterns disappeared further.

This makes it seem like there are fewer 'stabilizers' in the surrounding space, and the chaos spreads further.

At the same time, some invisible 'force' also spread into the dark space, Wei

Maintaining order in this space.

At that very moment, He Ao tried to slightly 'accept' the ramblings in his mind, bringing himself one step closer to 'truth'.

The distorted patterns unfolded in his 'vision' in an instant, and the three-dimensional space spread out like an unrolled scroll, like a lawn, under He Ao's gaze.

Amidst these 'tiled' patterns, a brilliant light flashed across his vision.

Delicious food, gardens, dancing—an endless array of beautiful scenes rushed into his mind in that instant.

found it!

He Ao immediately snapped out of his daze, and bright red blood flowed from his eyes.

All of this happened in a very short time, and Heo arrived in front of Serat at that moment.

Having just stood up, Serat seemed to have sensed the 'change' that had just occurred. He looked up at Heo with a shocked expression, "Your ability is..."

His response was a kick from He Aofei.

Serat raised his hand to block Heo's flying kick, and at the same time, he raised his foot and kicked Heo.

He Ao was kicked and sent flying backward, crashing into another coffin not far away and shattering it.

"But it doesn't matter,"

Serat stared at Heo and charged straight at him, saying, "Even if you find it, you have no way to destroy it. I will use your corpse to set up a new 'trap'."

He Ao did not answer his words, but instead flipped over and landed on the second row of coffins.

Serat leaped into the air and threw a punch at Heo.

Just as Serat charged toward Heo and began to fight him, the bespectacled man who had been lying motionless on the platform with his chest crushed shifted his eyes slightly and looked at Serat and Heo.

Both of them were seriously injured at this moment, and it seemed that they had reached the final moment.

He slowly tightened his grip on the radiant corona in his hand, moving the pointer of the corona little by little until it was aimed at the location where the two of them were.

At that moment, the red-haired woman in the third row, who had peeked out from the coffin, seemed to sense something and looked at the man with glasses.

In her view, the bespectacled man remained motionless, seemingly already dead.

Then she raised her eyes, as if to look in He Ao's direction again.