Life Dungeon Game

His gaze swept downwards, and he saw only an arm encased in silver-gray armor.

In the very short time it took him to glance down, the silver-gray metal had already enveloped He Ao's chest and covered his head.

A silvery glow emanated from his chest, flowing like water to every corner of the armor.

On the beautiful armored helmet, the originally dark eyes suddenly lit up, flashing with dazzling light.

“Mr. Kyle, it’s my turn.”

A slightly hoarse, mechanical voice came from the loudspeaker below the helmet.

Kyle stared blankly at the humanoid mecha before him, momentarily lost in thought, "What the hell is that... ah..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Heo's knee suddenly shot upwards, kicking Kyle in the abdomen and sending him flying, embedding himself in the wall.

He Ao reached down and placed his hand on his lower back. A beautiful and exquisite sword hilt popped out. He gripped the hilt and slowly pulled it out. Folded metal pieces quickly assembled, forming a sharp, streamlined blade as He Ao pulled it out little by little.

It looked as if he were drawing a beautiful alloy longsword from his waist.

Because it lacks a micro fusion reactor and needs to accommodate high-performance compressed batteries, the Adam 1 was designed to be very lightweight, with many unnecessary features reduced, primarily focusing on mobile and long-range operations.

Because the Adam 2 had a miniature fusion reactor, energy was not an issue, so Heo added back everything that had been removed, including the armor that had been taken away.

This is the most complete state of the Adam-type mech.

He Ao increased the energy output to 100%.

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Chapter 250 Borrowing a 'Game' (Please add to your favorites, subscribe, and vote with monthly tickets)

"How can you be so strong, you lump of iron?"

Kyle struggled to his feet.

To prevent powerful superhuman criminals from escaping, the FBI only feeds them barely enough to survive while in custody, so as to avoid them recovering too well and gaining the strength to escape.

Kyle himself had been imprisoned for a long time and was given only a little food each day to barely keep him alive.

Even if he consciously concealed his strength, he wasn't actually that powerful after such a long period of weakening.

It seems that it is all bark and no bite.

His recent prison break had actually exhausted most of his strength.

His power can only be unleashed briefly; the longer it drags on, the weaker his body becomes.

Therefore, he wanted to finish the battle quickly.

He glanced at the longsword in He Ao's hand, then flashed to the side, his figure disappearing like a ghost, attacking He Ao from the side.

This is also a technique for fighting mechs. Many mechs have sensors around their bodies, but the main view transmitted to the operator is only the front and rear view. The side view is usually placed in a secondary view position.

Therefore, the field of vision from the side receives less attention.

Human energy is limited. In high-intensity combat, if the enemy is highly mobile and charges in quickly from the side, even if the mech itself will give a warning, if the mech operator does not react quickly enough, it can easily be destroyed in one hit.

However, it is clear that He Ao is not such a novice operator.

As he stepped back to the side, he raised his right hand and thrust out a sword.

The sword grazed Kyle's cheek, leaving a trail of blood on his aged face.

Kyle paused, staring in shock at the alloy sword in He's hand, and swallowed hard.

“Vian, you said you wouldn’t kill me.”

“That was the agreement,” Heo said calmly, looking at him. “But Mr. Kyle, you did not keep the agreement.”

The instant Heo spoke, Kyle suddenly struck out, grabbing Heo's chest.

He had realized that the energy source might be there, and that if the energy source was destroyed, the iron lump would be powerless.

He watched Kyle's movements calmly through the mech's viewing window.

He shifted his body to the side again, the silver sword light receded, spun, and thrust, the cold blade piercing into his burning body.

Bright red blood bloomed into dazzling flowers in the rainy night.

Like a rose dyed red by life.

"I···"

Kyle opened his mouth, looking at the longsword that had pierced his heart so precisely. A mouthful of sweet, rusty taste filled his throat, silencing all his words.

He Ao slowly drew his longsword.

The silver longsword shattered instantly and merged into the silver-gray mecha.

He turned around and walked quietly forward through the rain.

A muffled thud came from behind him—the sound of a corpse hitting the ground.

The heavy mecha slowly receded, transforming back into a silver-gray briefcase.

He walked to the corner and picked up the long-handled black umbrella that was leaning against the wall.

boom-

The umbrella was opened, its wide canopy separating the world outside from the world inside.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the other side of the corner.

Here was a clean roof, and beneath the eaves, a pair of wet...

The footprints of the wetted plant.

Some people have stopped here to watch the battle between Howo and Kyle from afar.

He Ao noticed the man's presence, but did not make a move against him.

This is not the best place for the two to fight.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the dazzling city in front of him. The once-shining neon lights became hazy and dreamlike under the bursting rain, like a mirage.

The light on the bracelet suddenly turned on; it was a message from the old butler.

The message was simple: two B-level alien beasts suddenly appeared around the high walls of Kaya City, and the city defense army's commander and chief of staff went to threaten the beasts. The city defense army is currently on high alert.

He Ao did not reply, but quietly turned off the bracelet.

The city's defense forces were tied up.

The FBI and police department in Kaya City are not strong enough.

This means that the most powerful force capable of quickly suppressing the evil god's power has been delayed.

At this moment, all the clues in He Ao's mind were connected into one thread.

This is a game.

he knows.

The Nord Foundation, the Church of the God of Chaos, and many people in Kaya City all wanted him dead.

he knows.

But he also knew that his time was running out.

Once 'Vian' dies.

Who can keep these people in check?

The old butler is experienced and capable, but he is getting old. Lina is young, but she still needs to grow.

Christos's presence will create an excellent environment for the development of Kaya City.

But even with such a favorable environment, there are still obstacles from both internal and external sources, and from various directions and fields.

If He Ao leaves, no one will be able to suppress these resistance forces.

Everything he left behind will be lost with his departure.

When a person dies, his policy ends.

He Ao's time was too short.

Therefore, he had to resort to some simple and crude methods to overcome these obstacles.

This was a trap set for him, but also a stage for him to use others as pawns.

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The young man's figure moved through the rain.

Suddenly, a loudspeaker blared from ahead.

It was a stall under a huge awning, the hazy rain mixed with the flickering lights, illuminating the stall owner's somewhat gloomy face.

What would you like to order, sir?

The boss saw someone approaching and immediately greeted them with a smile.

He Ao's gaze swept across the stall, finally settling on a black and white smiling mask in the center of the stall.

That's 'K's' mask.

"Excuse me, sir, this is my own thing."

Seeing that He Ao's attention was fixed on the mask, the boss quickly reached out to put it away.

"Need not."

He Ao shook his head slightly, put down a hundred federal dollars, picked up the mask, and disappeared into the rain.

The shop owner stared blankly at the hundred-yuan bill, then pinched his thigh.

This was the biggest order he received since losing his job for participating in a march in support of K.

He looked at the banknotes in his hand, then shook his head, grabbed an umbrella, and rushed out. "Sir, you've given me too much money."

However, when he rushed into the rain...

In the pitch-black night, the figure holding the umbrella could no longer be seen.