Life Dungeon Game

The bald man immediately replied, "But they have distorted the doctrine of eternal light, and they will be punished by God sooner or later."

"That's inevitable,"

The brown-haired man nodded, his gaze sweeping over the wounded around him. "But before that final divine punishment arrives, we must preserve enough manpower."

"Yes Yes."

The bald man chuckled twice, realizing that his earlier "pledge of loyalty" was somewhat inappropriate.

"and,"

The brown-haired man turned to look at the bald man. "Don't you think it's a bit unreasonable that those heretics can always find us? Their control over this city probably isn't that strong."

He looked down, scrutinizing the middle-aged man.

"Sir, you must believe me! I am utterly loyal to the Church!"

The bald man immediately realized what was happening and quickly said...

“I have no doubt about you,”

The brown-haired man shook his head, glancing up at all the members in the room. "However, we can't rule out the possibility that those heretics have planted spies among us."

He turned his head and looked out the window again. "Make some arrangements. After another hour of rest, we'll leave. If they find it again..."

Thump...thump...thump...

Before the man could finish speaking, the old, rusty iron door began to tremble slowly, and a soft knocking sound suddenly rang out in the silent hall.

"grown ups!"

Bald man

The person's entire body stiffened instantly.

"alert···"

The brown-haired man glanced at the door with some confusion, then immediately raised his hand, signaling everyone to be on guard. Golden rays of light shone on his skin, outlining fine lines.

He walked quickly to the iron gate and then gestured to the wounded soldier closest to the gate to get up and open the gate.

The wounded soldier hesitated for a moment, then slowly got up, placed his hand on the iron gate bolt, took a deep breath, and pulled open the iron gate.

An old man, dressed in a brown jacket, covered in all sorts of strange trinkets, with dark skin and a silver-gray beard, who looked like a wandering merchant from the wilderness, appeared in the wounded man's sight.

He was slightly taken aback and was about to reprimand the wanderer in the wilderness, but the next second, a cry of surprise rang out behind him, startling him into a cold sweat.

"Leader! What brings you here?"

The brown-haired man widened his eyes slightly, looking at the old man outside the door in surprise.

"What, I can't come?"

The slightly dark-skinned old wanderer in the wilderness gave a peaceful smile, then chuckled as he walked past the trembling, pale-faced wounded man, looking at the brown-haired man. "Is there something here that I shouldn't know?"

"No no,"

The brown-haired man shook his head, seemingly unsure how to organize his thoughts. He paused for a moment before saying, "I thought you were still in the wilderness. I hadn't been able to contact you before."

"My bracelet is out of battery,"

After entering the hall, the old man glanced at the injured people sitting on the ground and asked, "You all seem to be in bad shape?"

"Those heretics have been hiding a lot of power, and they've even allied with a large conglomerate that controls the city. We were caught completely off guard, so..."

The brown-haired man explained slowly.

As they spoke, the two had already reached the very center of the hall.

"It's alright, winning and losing are both normal. Those heretics have been operating here for many years and are very powerful, while we are weak. Losing is not shameful."

The old man shook his head, then turned to look at the brown-haired man. "I'm not here today to reprimand you for your defeat. I'm here for two things."

The brown-haired man was taken aback for a moment, then immediately said, "Please speak."

"First,"

The old man continued walking forward, his voice calm, "Do you know any clues about the 'divine kingdom' that those heretics claim to have?"

"Almost there,"

The brown-haired man replied, "As I reported to you before, we were planning to retrieve the wooden plaque last night, but something unexpected happened. The main church of those heretics collapsed last night, and the inner church also disappeared."

"Where's the stuff?"

The old man asked calmly.

"None of our people have come out,"

The brown-haired man hesitated for a moment before carefully answering, "It seems the heretics haven't been able to get out of the inner church either..."

"Did the Radiant Corona also fall inside?"

The old man continued to ask.

"Yes,"

The brown-haired man nodded nervously. "We survivors all operated within the outer church. Nobody knows what happened in the inner church of those heretics last night. The Radiant Corona may have been completely lost inside."

"Unexpected events are normal, don't worry. There are no perfect plans in this world."

The old man looked at the brown-haired man, said something reassuring, and then asked, "So, the second question,"

He stood calmly before the brown-haired man, like a majestic statue.

Why did you betray the church?

The entire hall fell silent in that instant, so quiet that you could almost hear the rapid breathing of the bald man who had been following behind.

"What are you talking about?"

The brown-haired man's face showed shock, his chest heaving as he stared at the old man, his voice rising slightly, filled with an barely suppressed anger.

“I have shed blood and sweat for the church. If you think I have done a bad job, you can punish me, expel me, or even put me to death. I accept the punishment. But if you want to pin the crime of ‘traitor’ on me, I’m sorry, I cannot accept it.”

"So, that Lockway guy wasn't as good at hiding as you were,"

The old man rubbed his temples helplessly and sighed, "Child, you're someone I personally mentored, and I still can't believe it's true."

He stared at the brown-haired man. "So, what exactly did those heretics tell you that made you so loyal to them? That you would betray your faith in the eternal light?"

After a brief pause, the brown-haired man lowered his head. He seemed to realize that the old man had made up his mind, and that arguing was pointless now. His heaving chest gradually calmed down, and he slowly said,

“I have not betrayed the Eternal Light. I have always followed in the footsteps of the Eternal Light. You are a person of unwavering faith. You would never understand the ideals of the Apostle!”

"Is it."

The old man's voice gradually grew softer.

In that instant, fine, radiant patterns covered the brown-haired man's body, and a terrifying aura emanated from him. He suddenly raised his hand and clawed at the old man's throat.

"Leader, watch out!"

The bald man cried out in a hoarse voice.

But the instant he roared out, an orange radiance gathered in the old man's left eye, instantly covering it and etching an inverted triangle with his tightly closed eye into his light brown pupil.

The moment the light shone in the old man's eyes, the patterns on the brown-haired man's body disappeared as if wiped away from thin air, and his power also vanished rapidly.

The next second, countless golden rays converged to form spears that appeared behind the old man, and the spears pierced through the brown-haired man's body like streaks of light.

By the time the bald man finished speaking, the brown-haired man had completely transformed into a hedgehog riddled with golden spears, with countless drops of blood, glowing orange, flowing down the wounds pierced by the golden spears.

The brown-haired man raised his head and stared at the old man before him. His eyes widened, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The old man gently raised his hand, and the golden spears shattered instantly, turning into scattered light that returned to the old man's body.

The brown-haired man, his body riddled with wounds, staggered and fell in front of the old man's expressionless face.

"leader?"

The bald man carefully walked over and looked at the old man.

.

"You did a good job this time."

The old man nodded gently. "After this matter, you will be in charge of the churches in the Northwest."

"Yes!"

The bald man nodded excitedly.

buzz-

Just then, a slight vibration came from the old man's body. He searched his body and found a brand new bracelet.

Then he glanced at the text on the bracelet, raised an eyebrow, and showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Leader, is there something you need?"

Looking at the old man's expression, the bald man hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking.

The old man hadn't shown such surprise when he was betrayed by the brown-haired man.

The old man glanced at the bald man, his face returning to the peaceful smile he had worn when he entered, and replied gently, "A young girl who was supposed to be dead just sent me a message."

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funeral parlor

He Ao stared at the two bodies placed on the morgue in front of him, his eyes somewhat vacant.

"You're here,"

A gentle voice came from behind, and Veri, holding a water bottle, stood beside Heo, "Where is Miss Lena?"

"She's gone; she needs to hurry and collect some extraordinary materials."

He Ao regained his composure and spoke slowly.

At this moment, Vera also saw the two bodies in front of her. She paused for a moment, said nothing, and just stood quietly beside Heo.

After a while, He Ao came to his senses and looked at the kettle in her hand. "Is your milk tea ready?"

"Um,"

Veri nodded slightly and raised the kettle in her hand. "Would you like to try my cooking?"