Life Dungeon Game

With the power of so many pendants converging within him, the new bishop before him might completely transform into a twisted 'monster,' or even die immediately after this battle.

The combined power of these pendants would likely far exceed that of any other Eternal Secret Cult follower He Ao had ever encountered.

It seems that the 'archbishop' was not entirely unprepared for such an unexpected situation.

"Witness the power of eternal light!"

It seemed that she could see the contemplation in He Ao's dark eyes, and the golden silk...

The white-robed priest grinned, revealing a somewhat maniacal smile. "I dedicate everything to you, great eternal light!"

The golden pendants shattered suddenly, and countless rays of light, like gas rushing into a balloon, surged into the body of the priest in his white robes and gold silk. His twisted flesh writhed and swelled like bubbles.

"Hahaha! Go to hell!"

As these powers surged in, his movements did not cease. His eye, now completely blood-red, stared at He Ao. He raised the golden spear in his hand and thrust it towards He Ao.

As he drew closer, his body swelled and twisted.

He watched all this calmly, raising the golden spear in his hand and taking a step forward.

A series of orange rays of light gathered in his left eye, outlining an inverted triangle shape with a tightly closed eye embedded in the center of his dark pupil.

In that instant, the white-robed priest subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Under the pitch-black night sky, in the endless void, it seemed as if countless eyes were constantly opening, watching his body twist and turn.

In the invisible darkness, a twisted and sharp howl seemed to echo, the sound of something being 'erased' from the deepest level of the world.

The pain that went straight to his soul surfaced deep within his consciousness.

The sound of 'wiping' was like sharp pine needles, densely and continuously piercing his tender soul.

With each sound, his power seemed to be 'erased' by a fraction.

More and more 'eyes' appeared in the sky, and the sound of 'wiping' grew increasingly urgent.

Like raindrops falling on sheet metal in a storm, they made a crackling sound that seemed never to stop.

His originally abundant strength gradually deflated, like a deflated balloon.

A cool breath landed on his cheek, only to melt away against his burning skin.

His gaze fell downwards, then forwards. The snowflakes in the sky had become denser at some point, slowly drifting down along the remaining lamplight in the darkness.

He watched the snowflakes fall to the ground and gradually melt, just as he watched his own body gradually decay.

The power from the blessing has been erased, but the damage caused by that immense power tearing through the body remains.

He went from wielding the spear with both hands to using only one, and his right hand, which had been injured in a battle with heretics, was now almost completely unusable.

"what!!!"

But he didn't stop in the slightest. He roared angrily and charged towards the black-robed youth opposite him without hesitation.

A sharp spear pierced the boy's chest.

The boy calmly gazed at him, then took a step forward, the dazzling spear twirling in his hand, moving forward with terrifying force.

The entire earth seemed to shrink before the boy, and with just one step, the boy crossed that still considerable distance and arrived in front of him.

The golden spear arrived before him like a streak of light.

How could this be, so fast...?

puff--

With a sharp pain in his neck, his body finally stopped. He opened his mouth, blood overflowing his throat, and ultimately he could not utter a single word.

He loosened his grip on the spear.

He took a step forward and passed by the white-robed priest.

boom--

The golden spear shattered with a crash, and the white-robed priest tilted forward and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The blood, glowing with an orange light, soaked the ground and mingled with the snowflakes falling from the sky.

A slight chilly breeze brushed past the red-stained white robe, and past the body that had been stretched to its limit by the force of the blows.

He glanced back at the priest on the ground, then leaped up and jumped onto the roof again.

"Solved, solved?"

Veri stood on the roof, watching He Ao with some caution.

The two people were moving so fast that she couldn't catch them. She only saw their figures seem to pass each other by, and then the white-robed priest who was just spouting threats disappeared.

That's even faster than the blink of an eye.

"Um,"

He looked down at Vili's feet on the roof. The drifting snowflakes landed on her glistening insteps, gradually melting and turning them a pinkish-red.

The outdoor temperature wasn't high, and in just the short time she was exposed to the elements, Veri's feet turned red from the cold.

"I didn't expect the shoes to be of poor quality."

As Vili watched He Ao look at her bare feet, she somewhat awkwardly placed her left foot on the instep of her right foot and carefully rubbed it.

Actually, her clothes were also somewhat torn, revealing the skin underneath.

"Young Master!"

Just then, a figure wearing exoskeleton armor excitedly flew over and handed over two sets of exoskeleton armor, one black and one rose gold, which he was carrying.

It was the young agent who had been following Gast.

He reached out and took the two sets of exoskeleton armor, then casually turned on the rose gold exoskeleton armor and handed it to Vili.

Veri immediately reached into the recessed 'sleeve' of the exoskeleton armor, which was designed to hold her hands. The exoskeleton armor quickly unfolded, enveloping her entire body.

"I was wondering why you asked me to prepare these two 'Snow Eagle' sets. You even thought of this?"

Veri looked at her feet, which were encased in exoskeleton armor, with some surprise and gently stepped on the ground.

This is the "Snow Eagle" type full-wrap exoskeleton armor developed by Evis Space Systems. It is a high-end product with a special comfort system inside and "leather boots" on the feet. It can be worn with or without clothing.

This armor will cover the wearer's entire body below the head.

When Vian was developing Adam 1, they referenced this exoskeleton armor.

However, this exoskeleton armor has obvious disadvantages: it is very expensive and sacrifices defensive capabilities for portability. To be precise, in the eyes of high-level superhumans, it is almost like cardboard.

Of course, the armor of a regular tin can is only slightly stronger than that of a cardboard box.

Eve conducted a competitive analysis of this exoskeleton armor and the 'Cainian' micro mech currently being sold by the Norlanca Group.

The 'Snow Eagle' exoskeleton armor costs several times more than 'Cain', but its actual combat power is less than half that of the Cain model.

He glanced at Veri's graceful figure outlined by the exoskeleton armor.

The specially formulated rose gold armor, paired with the girl's bright gold hair and fair skin, creates a mysterious and alluring look.

Charm.

The only advantage of the 'Snow Eagle' is that its armor design is quite attractive and is popular with female users.

He reached into the 'sleeve' of the black exoskeleton armor in his hand, and the jet-black exoskeleton armor quickly enveloped his entire body.

He reached out and manipulated it, and two beams of light burst forth from behind him, suspending his body in mid-air.

Another advantage of 'Snow Eagle' is that it has the ability to 'fly'. After Eve overwrites its firmware, it can also be overclocked to unleash powerful acceleration.

He glanced behind him; the Twilight Order warriors had already stormed in. Then he looked up at the mechs hovering overhead, before turning back to Vili.

"Keep pushing forward. No matter what happens, don't act impulsively. Stay rational."

His purpose in coming here was to deal with this 'B-level' bishop. For him, this priest was easy to deal with, but if he couldn't spare the time, this bishop might become a force that could change the course of the battle.

This is also why he hadn't shown himself earlier. If the bishop had discovered his presence beforehand, he probably wouldn't have fought so desperately; instead, he might have simply run away or summoned the 'archbishop' in the Novite district.

"it is good!"

Veri looked at the boy's body encased in streamlined, jet-black armor and nodded gently.

A gentle breeze ruffled the girl's golden hair. He Ao calmly gazed at the girl before him, slowly raised his hand, made a gesture as if putting on a mask, and then smiled, "Boss lady, keep going even when you're alone."

Veri was slightly stunned, staring at the boy suspended in the air in front of her. She opened her mouth, as if to say something.

But in the end, she simply curled the corners of her lips into a smile, nodded emphatically, her eyes crinkling into crescents, and said...

"it is good!"

With a deafening sonic boom, the dark figure disappeared into the dim night.

-

Novette District

“Little Ilo, you don’t seem surprised by any of this?”

In the dimly lit corridor, Cowen lowered his head, gazing at the figure shrouded in a hooded robe. "It seems you haven't used any body language since you entered this corridor?"

In that instant, Lena suddenly realized something. She abruptly reached out her left hand and pushed the 'boy' beside her backward. At the same time, she quickly raised her right hand, which was holding a dagger, and blocked it in front of her.

boom--

With a crisp sound, the black dagger blocked the incoming golden longsword.

Cowen, gripping his longsword tightly, looked up at the red-haired woman before him, a hint of surprise in his eyes. "You have a very strong combat instinct, Miss Lena. You surprise me."

I still prefer you to call me little girl.

Lena braced her left hand against her right wrist, clenched her teeth, and desperately blocked the long sword that Cowen was wielding.

"Oh."

Koven raised his longsword, swung it with one hand, and slashed at Lena again.

Lena raised her dagger, preparing to block Cowen's longsword again, when she seemed to sense something and quickly dodged to the side.

But it was too late. Cowen's raised foot had already kicked her in the abdomen, sending her flying through the air, smashing through the wall behind her, and smashing a figure standing around the machine into the blood-soaked workshop.

just

The previous slash was just a feint; this full-on kick was the attack that Cowen had prepared.