Life Dungeon Game

The old man stared at He Ao, who was almost in front of him, and at the nine-ringed broadsword that was slashing towards him with invisible light.

Orange light gathered in his eyes, and a closed eye pattern, embedded in an inverted triangle, formed in his left eye.

In that instant, He Ao, who was wielding the broadsword, felt a sudden tremor in his heart, as if his body had been 'seen through' by some force without any scruples. Even the distorted patterns around him in his spiritual vision trembled violently.

At the same time, a strange sense of 'attraction' spread from the depths of his heart.

He looked up, gazing into the old man's shining left eye.

The surrounding distorted patterns suddenly began to boil as if scorched by some kind of flame.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao felt the 'healing' power that had covered his entire body rapidly diminishing. The powerful and terrifying force from the super-memory and fist techniques combined squeezed his body, pushing him to the brink of collapse.

Intense pain surged into his consciousness, almost causing him to lose control of his body.

Even so, his hand continued its movements without pause or deviation, cutting straight towards the old man's neck.

That's where the elderly person's energy gathers.

“Surprising.”

The old man raised his right hand, his fingers together and hanging down, a faint golden light flowing across his aged skin. Then he flicked his hand forward, like a white crane raising its head, and his thin fingers collided with the sharp, heavy broadsword with a 'bang'.

boom--

With a loud crash, the floor beneath the old man's feet shattered.

At the same time, He Ao's body was suddenly knocked away, flying backward and landing on the edge of the rooftop.

"Unfortunately,"

The old man stepped on a broken steel bar, jumped lightly, and landed on the still intact rooftop floor. "I'm not just good at ranged attacks."

He dusted himself off, and streaks of golden light swept across his skin, forming fine lines. A terrifying pressure, almost tangible, emanated from his body.

He looked at Heo with great interest. His right eye was still light brown, but his left eye was now filled with an inverted orange triangle pattern, and Heo's entire figure seemed to be reflected in his eye.

"You won't live much longer. Your body is already on the verge of collapse. In fact, you're only hanging on by a thread and that special 'healing' supernatural item on your shoulder."

"I must say, it's a miracle that you've survived this long. You didn't 'merge' with the Hidden Observer; instead, you suppressed the Hidden Observer's power entirely through your own willpower, making it work for you."

"Your soul is very powerful, but your body cannot contain its strength. It seems you have had a strange encounter on the stormy sea."

"If it weren't for your apparent attachment to your family and homeland, I would have thought it was some kind of divine resentment or a dead angel possessing your body."

"However, I always thought that the power that supported your outburst was actually some kind of extraordinary external object, but it turns out it wasn't?"

"Is it some kind of power hidden in your soul? What is it? A remnant of an angel? Did you also gain some kind of combat skill from it?"

He looked at He Ao and clapped his hands gently.

"Little guy, you have more secrets than I imagined. I believe that after I kill you, you will give me plenty of surprises."

"Then I will allow you to know my name before you die, as a 'respect' for your courage and will,"

The old man raised his hand, and golden spears reappeared in the sky. "Bright, it's been a long time since I've said that name."

“Talent Sequence 194: The Devious One,”

He Ao, leaning on his golden broadsword, slowly stood up. "This is your talent sequence, isn't it?"

The 'Serrat' that Heo met in the inner church last night was also a 'believer'. It was through Serrat's self-introduction that Heo learned about this talent sequence.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that Bright's abilities share many similarities with Serat's, including the ability to conjure spears and the ability to manipulate golden light at will.

Furthermore, their shared identity as B-level believers of the Eternal Light easily leads one to conclude that the two possess the same talent sequence.

After all, most of the time, the faithful followers of gods are often those with the same talent sequence.

"Little guy, are you trying to stall for time to recover?"

Bright did not answer Heo's question directly, and more and more golden spears appeared in the sky.

"Yes."

He Ao answered without hesitation.

At this moment, the blood-red butterfly on his shoulder had folded its wings, and tiny white specks had appeared at the very tips of the wings.

He Aoneng could clearly feel that the power of the paper butterfly was being suppressed by some special force, resulting in a much weaker 'healing' effect.

However, the paper butterfly seems to have increased the frequency of energy transmission, and has now restored the healing effect, at the cost of reducing the duration of the healing by more than one-third.

"Your butterfly-shaped extraordinary item also seems to be somewhat special,"

Bright seemed somewhat surprised by Heo's candor, and he moved his gaze to the butterfly on Heo's shoulder. "You two seem to have some kind of special connection."

The moment he spoke, those golden spears fell towards He Ao again, like streaks of light.

He was just trying to distract He Ao from what he was saying.

Although Bright is stronger than Heo, he can weaken him from a distance, so he will never engage in close combat.

However, this sudden attack did not catch He Ao off guard. Almost instantly, he raised his golden greatsword and once again blocked the spears.

Approximately seven to eight thousand.

At the same time, he roughly estimated in his mind the physical qualities that Bright had just displayed.

He is stronger than Lockwell, and his combat skills and experience are far superior.

Absolute power, formidable combat skills, and while his language may seem frivolous and impulsive, his actions are ruthless, decisive, and exceptionally cautious.

Shin.

Judging from his skin color, Bright must have frequented the wilderness, or even been born there, where the rules of survival are far more brutal than in the city.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao's mind. He still leaned towards the idea that Bright's talent sequence was 'Blind Believer'.

Gathering golden light is certainly not the only ability of the 'Blind Believer'. Judging from its name, this talent sequence may be able to obtain some kind of special 'gift' from the eternal light.

Serat, also a devout believer, bound himself to the inner church, gaining the trait of 'immortality'.

So what 'gift' did Bright receive?

In that instant, He Ao recalled the gleam that flashed across Bright's skin when he caught the golden broadsword, as well as the unique patterns covering his body.

Lockway activated these patterns to gain power by reciting ritual prayers and performing a ritual to some extent, but Bright seems to be able to activate these patterns casually.

Perhaps this is the correct way to use the term "blindly believer"?

They themselves are more favored by the gods.

However, it is clear that Bright has gone further and deeper on the path of the extraordinary than Serat.

In that instant, a thought flashed through He Ao's mind:

As leaders of the Old Church and the Tantric Church respectively, who is more favored by the eternal light: 'Bright,' the leader of the Old Church, and the 'leader' of the Tantric Church who has not yet appeared?

The thought only crossed his mind for a moment before He Ao suppressed it; now was not the time to think about it.

He parried the golden spear while glancing in Bright's direction.

His gaze remained fixed on Bright's eye, which shimmered with an orange glow.

The paper butterfly was suppressed, which seemed to be the 'effect' of that eye. Judging from what Brett just said, that eye seemed to be able to erase the 'influence' of extraordinary objects on their owners.

Its underlying principle should be...

He Ao glanced around at the space. In his spiritual vision, the distorted patterns around him seemed to have disappeared a lot.

He didn't know what those distorted patterns represented, but perhaps they were some kind of 'link' that enabled the supernatural item to function, and Bright's eye blocked the supernatural item's ability by directly erasing those patterns.

Because of He Ao's special connection with the paper butterfly, and the paper butterfly's own domain characteristics, its power was not entirely manifested through the distorted patterns of the surface world, so the healing effect was not completely erased.

That's why Brett was wondering about the connection between Heo and the paper butterfly.

Conversely, if we follow this line of reasoning, all the power existing within Heo himself should not be 'affected'.

Therefore, the powers of extrasensory perception and divine consciousness were not affected.

but,

He tried to sense the hyper-memory 'mark' he had placed on Bright earlier, and he could hardly sense any thoughts from Bright now.

The 'mark' wasn't erased directly, but its connection with He'ao became very weak. If he hadn't focused his attention on it, he wouldn't have even been able to sense the mark's presence.

The ability to project hypermemory can also be affected by that eye.

Moreover, He Ao

He could clearly feel that those eyes held a certain fatal 'attraction' for him.

Typically, this strong attraction seems to only occur within the same talent sequence.

After shattering several more golden spears, Heo drew his knight's sword from his back and charged at Bright again the instant he blocked the spears.

"The extraordinary object in your eyes, is it a manifestation of the subsequent talent sequence of the corresponding path of the Hidden Observer?"

Heo raised his golden greatsword again and slashed at Bright. "So, you can actually see those truth symbols too?"

He can see the patterns of truth, but he dares not touch these truths, fearing that he will become a monster of truth. Therefore, he can only create a monster of truth by using the hidden observer.

In that instant, He Ao realized something, and a smirk appeared on his lips. "Are you scared?"

Bright's expression turned completely grim. The golden spear in the sky shattered instantly, and golden light gathered entirely on his body. He raised his hands to block Heo's slashing blade and bounced backward.

"Little guy, let me teach you what it means to speak properly. I hope you'll still be sharp-tongued even in hell."

An invisible and terrifying pressure spread through the darkness.

He Ao was sent flying again, but this time, he regained his footing.

"A person who is afraid of others but tries to manipulate the lives of innocent people for his own benefit has no right to educate others."

The cold wind of the silent night brushed against the boy's clothes. He gripped a golden broadsword and stared intently at the seemingly invincible enemy before him, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

In this invisible darkness, it stands there like a blazing torch.

I'm asking for votes for this super long chapter; I've dropped dozens of places since last month.

Chapter 807 Breaking Through Defenses (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

"Ok?"

Bright raised an eyebrow, a flash of orange light in his left eye. "Interesting. Your mark isn't unique, but it's just a waste of effort."