Life Dungeon Game

Falling from the sky.

The third one.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao slashed open the cockpit canopy of the mech and pierced the pilot's heart amidst his terrified and desperate gaze.

The fourth one.

At this moment, four-sevenths of the mechs attacking He Ao were gone.

The remaining three mechs exchanged a glance, immediately retreated, and activated their laser cannons to fire wildly at He Ao.

He pulled the control lever, bringing the mech's giant sword to his front.

then

He rushed out of the driver's seat, sheathed the two short swords, and gripped the greatsword.

Even after the pilot dies, the mech will continue to fly in automatic mode for a period of time before finding a safe place to land.

The mecha is still flying in the air at this moment.

He raised his greatsword and used the momentum to leap.

It was as if divine retribution had descended from the heavens.

These mechs were extremely close together and did not create any distance between them in a short period of time.

The moment He Ao leaped out, he was in front of the three mechs, his cold giant sword slicing through the crescent moon's light.

In an instant, the three mechs were split in two.

Three violent explosions rang out, and surging flames engulfed the night sky.

Five...Six...Seven...

The officer in the distance stood in the cockpit of the mech, watching the sudden change and the explosion that obscured his view, his brows furrowed slightly.

He maneuvered the mech backward and ordered the smaller mechs around it to surround it.

In that instant, he saw a tiny figure emerge from the surging flames, rushing towards him with a scarlet glow.

The crimson sword light sliced ​​through the battery compartment of the small mech like cutting straw, and a series of violent explosions paved a path of fire in the sky, instantly closing in on the officer's mech.

The officer paused, then immediately manipulated his greatsword to block in front of him, striking down directly.

However, the flying figure suddenly changed speed, drawing a graceful arc in the sky, instantly bypassing the mecha's giant sword, and arriving at the cockpit canopy.

Bang - Bang -

The thick, sturdy cockpit was ripped open with an 'X'-shaped gash. Immediately afterward, a tremendous force was felt as a blood-stained fist tore open the gash and squeezed in.

The officer picked up a Gauss pistol from the side and aimed it at the figure entering through the opening.

At the same time, Heo felt a strong attraction to a gold decoration in the cockpit.

Hunter?

He Ao's brow twitched.

This attraction was much weaker than what he had previously set up.

"If you surrender now, you can still save your family's lives."

The officer seemed to have noticed that Heo was unaffected by his trap; he raised his head slightly, like a proud duck, and looked at Heo.

He looked up at him; dried blood had formed a thick scab on his cheek.

“You can’t kill me. I’m from the Frank family. My ancestors were the founders of the Federation.”

The officer pointed his gun at He Ao, his arm trembling slightly.

George Frank, the founder of the Union and its second president, had his son and grandson later elected as president of the Union.

The family has existed for hundreds of years.

But what does this have to do with Nell, the apprentice whose entire family is almost dead?

He Ao took another step forward.

The officer instinctively took a step back and leaned against the wall.

Fear crossed his face, as if some distorted image was replaying in his mind.

This is the 'warrior's' ability; during battle, there is a certain chance to awaken the enemy's most painful memories, plunging them into fear.

This is a passive skill; the more afraid a person is, the more likely they are to trigger this fear.

In this desperate fear, the officer randomly pulled the trigger on Heo.

A flash of red sword light pierced the officer's heart.

dirty.

This is a C-level hunter, although he looks much less skilled than when Heo was a hunter.

The gushing blood seeped into the crimson blade.

It was as if the short sword was feasting.

At the same time, another sword also emitted a faint red glow.

These two swords, like twin lotus blossoms, share the same power.

A faint red light spread from the sword to He Ao's body.

These red lights seem to increase Heo's combat power to some extent, but they also bring a powerful and violent killing intent.

He drew his short sword and sheathed both swords at his waist.

The officer fell to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. His life was slowly slipping away, but the fear in his eyes did not disappear.

Class C isn't that easy to die from.

Heo turned on the communicator in the mech's cockpit and broadcast, "Rurank is dead. Are you the army of the Rock people or the army of the mining consortium?"

The surrounding heat-generating mechs fell into a brief silence, hovering in the air.

He stepped out of the mecha, his body supported by the flying machine.

A dense array of fighter jets, like a sea of ​​smoke, hovered in the air in front of him.

They neither launched a further attack nor left.

He Ao's feat of destroying eight Seraphic mechs in an instant etched fear into everyone's hearts.

Now that their commander is dead, it seems there's no need for them to risk their lives in the charge.

He Ao's gaze swept across the entire sky and earth, and the indiscriminate memories from his super memory etched all the details into his mind.

He paused for a moment, then flew towards a certain place below.

The surrounding ground was covered with various broken pieces of machinery. He Ao walked through the pieces of debris and stopped in front of a bloody and mangled human figure.

The figure was carrying a wrecked flying machine just like the one He Ao had been carrying. When He Ao arrived, the figure was trying to pull his injured leg out from under a metal pillar.

He Ao lifted the metal pillar. The figure looked up in confusion, and after recognizing He Ao, patted his shattered flying machine and smiled, "I knew this thing was very useful for saving lives."

This was the middle-aged man who had just pushed He Ao in the group of mechs.

He picked him up and flew off in another direction.

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"Those damn city garrison soldiers are really troublesome."

A pickup truck full of people was zipping around the street, being chased by several flying mechs who occasionally fired back with pistols.

Sitting inside were the mech pilots that He Ao had just rescued. They were all more wounded than others, and the truck was riddled with bullet holes. Several of them were on the verge of death.

As soon as the battle began, the city's defense forces sent men to capture them.

He didn't know where they got the pickup truck, but it seemed they had barely escaped with their lives.

He Ao landed and looked back at the small mech chasing the truck.

The small mechs chasing the truck glanced at He Ao, then immediately made a sharp turn and disappeared into the alley next to them, vanishing in a flash as if they were just passing by.

He Ao put the middle-aged man and his fourth brother Ivo into the car, and then sat on the roof of the car.

There were still quite a few mechs blocking the vehicle ahead.

However, upon seeing He Ao sitting on the roof of the car, they silently made way for him.

This makes them look less like an enemy army besieging their general and more like soldiers welcoming him home in triumph.

Some people in the surrounding residential buildings peeked out cautiously to watch this scene, but they would immediately shrink back as soon as the city defense soldiers looked over.

A little boy was peering intently out of a fifteenth-floor window, holding a small telescope and watching the scene below.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he fell into a slightly damp embrace.

He picked him up and put him back in the original window.

He opened his eyes wide, looking at He Ao with a mixture of surprise and confusion.

He lives alone; his parents don't live with him.

He Ao didn't say anything, but closed the window, twisted it gently to lock it, and then turned and left.

He just saw the boy fall and instinctively helped him.

The boy watched him leave before he came to his senses from the incident. He tried to open the window to look again, but found it was jammed and he couldn't open it no matter what he did. He started crying in despair.

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He Ao sat back on the roof of the car.

The small truck made its way out of the encirclement and onto a dark, unmonitored side road. City guards cautiously pursued it, but the driver was clearly an experienced man, and quickly shook off the pursuers.

"Is there an underground doctor nearby who can take us in?"

He glanced at Ivo's injuries and asked softly.

“There’s a pharmacist in the camp,” the bloodied middle-aged man said slowly, leaning against the edge of the truck. “He’s much better than those doctors in the hospital who just write outrageous bills.”

“Young man, don’t worry,” the burly man driving the car shouted, “Our pharmacist can cure illnesses and enhance male potency. He can even bring you back from the brink of death. Your brother will be fine.”