Life Dungeon Game

The continuous production lines roared, and a crimson glow shone down from the top floor of the workshop, illuminating the crimson interior.

Apart from the machines that were still running, every inch of the walls in this workshop was covered with bright red flesh and blood. The thin film formed by this flesh and blood blocked the bright lights, so that every ray of light shining through this flesh and blood was stained with bright red.

Amidst this writhing flesh and blood, countless unrecognizable, bright red figures were busily working in front of the roaring machines.

These figures were connected to the flesh and blood covering the entire workshop, as if they had 'grown' out of this flesh and blood.

Their lower bodies were tightly connected to the flesh beneath their feet, and whenever they lifted their legs to walk, it was the writhing flesh that carried them along.

Soon, a figure left the machine, turned around, and walked towards the two people at the workshop door.

Seeing this, Lena was slightly taken aback and subconsciously drew her black dagger.

But the figure didn't actually get close to the workshop door. It only went halfway before melting away in front of them, like a snowman under the scorching sun, merging into the surrounding flesh and blood.

Immediately afterwards, a new figure 'writhed' out from the flesh and took the place of the previous figure.

These figures seemed invisible to them.

The roaring machines never stopped, and the figures of people working never ceased.

"What...what is this?"

The redhead stared in disbelief at everything, her hand gripping the black dagger tightly, her voice trembling slightly.

"That's it,"

This time, the boy standing in front of her answered her question, his voice calm and deep, "Eternal Divine Kingdom."

Bao—Bao—Bao—

Footsteps mingled with the roar of machinery, echoing from the depths of the corridor.

Chapter 831 The Archbishop (Super Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Akar Airport

With the roar of engines, intense flames burst forth with dazzling light as the massive fighter jet, suspended in the air, slowly descended.

The officer standing on the platform leaped over the fence, his body plummeting from a height of over ten meters, crashing to the ground and shattering the tiles with a deafening roar.

"Captain!"

Several uniformed mercenaries walked over, and the leader lifted a coat and draped it over the officer.

On the other side, a mercenary held a cut cigar to the officer's lips, and a third mercenary quickly came over, took out a match, and lit the cigar.

The officer took a puff of his cigar, looked up at the fighter jets descending from the sky, exhaled a puff of smoke, and slowly asked, "Have you made arrangements with the investigation team?"

The howling wind blew away the smoke.

"Communication has been established, we've shown the license we obtained from United Industries, and our identities have been confirmed, however,"

The mercenary handing the officer a cigar paused slightly mid-sentence, "They seem to be somewhat dissatisfied with United Industries hiring mercenary groups like ours."

“That’s how the old-fashioned ones from Irons are,”

The officer scoffed, "They consider themselves the Federation itself, still living in the dream that the Federation has firm control over all the cities."

The fighter jets in the distance are about to land, their retracted landing gear already deployed.

“Let’s go, let’s go meet these ‘federal representatives’.”

The officer, with a cigar emitting smoke and wearing a large overcoat, a smile playing on his lips, followed the road signs on the ground, step by step toward the gradually landing fighter jet.

boom-

With a soft click, the fighter jet's closed doors flipped down, unfolding into a silver-gray gangway that extended to the ground.

The unmanned vehicles that had been waiting on both sides drove over and blocked the gangway.

As the officer approached the gangway, he glanced at the bright lights behind the open cabin door, but no one emerged from them.

The door was open, as if waiting for something.

Just then, a mercenary following behind the officer raised his wristband and glanced at it, his expression immediately changing.

"what happened?"

The officer turned his head and glanced back at the mercenary.

"Commander,"

The mercenary's face was ashen. "They want you to get on the plane and meet them."

"These old geezers, they're trying to intimidate us,"

Another mercenary immediately said, "Why don't we just blow up this plane and send them on their way?"

"Don't worry,"

The officer chuckled, took the cigar from his mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "He told me to go up and see him, so I'll go up and see him."

He gently opened his arms, and his overcoat fell off naturally, only to be caught by the mercenary behind him.

"The men of Ains have always looked down on us unaffiliated mercenaries,"

Thick smoke billowed from his mouth. "It's normal to be a little arrogant."

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the first step of the gangway.

call out--

Just then, a pitch-black sphere was thrown out from among the ground crew on the other side.

A blinding flash illuminated the entire night.

In that instant, most of the people around lost their ability to see.

"Flashbang! It's a flashbang!"

"Watch out! Protect the commander!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!! They're hiding in those airports!"

Among the ground crew!

"Counterattack immediately! Counterattack immediately!"

A clamor arose below the fighter jets.

Accompanying these sounds were intense, incessant gunfire and the deafening roar of exploding grenades.

Almost instantly, flames and explosions filled the entire space.

"FBI! Watch out for these United Industries mercenaries! They're members of the Eternal Cult!"

A huge, slightly echoing shout reverberated in the dark space, seemingly coming from a powerful loudspeaker.

The officer remembered the voice, even though he had never met the owner of the voice but had seen information about the owner.

This is the voice of Chief Gast, the FBI's field officer in Winter.

However, the officer did not respond to the sound.

Intense gunfire and explosions rang out behind him one after another.

With a cigar dangling from his lips, he didn't even turn around as he climbed the gangway step by step.

-

Cloud District Mayor's Office

"What?"

The mercenary officer, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a submachine gun hanging from his chest in one hand, stared coldly at the bald, pot-bellied man in front of him, who was wearing a somewhat tight suit.

"I came to deliver documents to the mayor's office, but I haven't received a reply to the message."

The man shrank back, looked at the mercenary, and shakily handed over the documents in his hand.

"The mayor's office is sealed off. Leave the documents here. You can go back now."

The mercenary officer reached out and, half-snatched, half-grabbed the document from the man's hand.

"I...I...I..."

The man spoke haltingly, "This needs to be given to the mayor..."

"Ok?"

The mercenary officer raised his submachine gun, clicked the bolt back, and with a crisp mechanical clang, stared coldly at the man before him. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

"I heard it! I heard it!"

The man took two steps back and scrambled into a car parked on the side of the street.

bang bang bang-

The mercenary officer fired a series of blank shots into the sky, then laughed, "You spineless coward."

He casually tossed the documents in his hand to the mercenary beside him, "Throw them into that destruction box, we'll burn them together later."

Then he took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked around.

The mayor's mansion was surrounded by a dense swarm of mercenaries. The mercenaries blocked the roads and set up a sentry post every fifteen meters. They also surrounded the mansion with three layers of iron barricades, completely encircling it.

Between the sentry posts, several soldiers wearing exoskeleton armor took turns patrolling.

Behind the three layers of barricades were rows of small laser anti-aircraft guns, and inside the mayor's mansion, machine guns and cannons could also be vaguely seen.

"The commander told us to be careful of attacks, and I told him he was being too cautious,"

The mercenary officer, cigarette dangling from his fingertips, took another drag, glanced into the darkness behind him, then looked at the mercenary beside him and laughed, "Look, which fool dares to attack us? Who could possibly attack us?"

"That is!"

The mercenary beside him instinctively nodded in agreement.

But in that instant, several jet-black spheres were thrown into the sky, their brilliant light illuminating the entire night.

boom--

"Enemy attack! It is..."

Enemy attack! Counterattack! Be on alert!!!