Life Dungeon Game

Similarly, whoever kills him gains immense prestige within the miners' mutual aid society.

He glanced at Yaz and disappeared into the shadows in the corner.

I'm done with my work. There will be an extra update tomorrow or the day after. I'll go over the outline now.

Chapter 377 Assault (Two chapters combined into one, please subscribe, favorite, and subscribe for monthly subscriptions)

“Iliaan, why are you here?”

Albert, with his brown curly hair, didn't look at anyone else, but instead stared at the woman in the black dress who was slowly being pushed out.

"Why can't I be here?"

Ilya leaned back in her wheelchair, her 'gaze' shifting to Eber.

A blind man and a cripple?

Az, who was behind Eber, peeked out and took a look.

He was quickly captivated by Ilya's beauty. The woman before him was even more beautiful than the most beautiful dancer he had ever seen in Mirani. Her aloof and noble face, paired with the light and sexy black veil, created a unique contrast.

Such beauty, yet blind and lame—truly, heaven is jealous of beauty.

However, this imperfection adds a delicate fragility to the beautiful woman before one's eyes, a quality that doesn't belong to her, and involuntarily evokes a protective instinct in one's heart.

Delicate yet noble, sexy yet abstinent.

Such a beauty exists in the world! Yaz felt a flame rise from his abdomen, which he forcibly suppressed.

He swallowed hard, suppressing his desire, and leaned against Albert, whispering, "Commander, why don't we just storm in? That old foreman is cunning; he might have hidden some special escape route. If we're even a little slow, they'll all get away."

Albert frowned again.

Yaz was already close to him, and this further pressed him against his back.

Although he wasn't worried about the young man ambushing him, at such close range, if Yaz were to ambush him, it would only be Yaz who died.

However, he was not used to having a man pressed against his back, and he could clearly feel that the man's body was somewhat hot.

Yaz caused him more distress than seeing Ilya Ann walk out of the church.

At that moment, the maid pushing Ilya also saw Az clinging to Eber.

She frowned slightly and looked away.

Iliaan noticed the maid's subtle movements, but since she couldn't see anything, she could only tilt her head in confusion, intending to ask the maid about it later.

Albert's brow furrowed even more.

However, he couldn't explain anything in public, as the traitor Yaz behind him was highly regarded by the mayor.

Eating the emperor's salary is a matter of loyalty to the emperor.

Eber couldn't possibly throw Yaz out in public with a cold shoulder.

He shuddered slightly, causing Yaz, who was already pressed against his back, to instinctively take a half-step back, widening the distance between them.

And this distance is still within his protection zone.

He cleared his throat and said in a deep voice, pretending that nothing had happened, "Iliaan is a B-level superhuman. Her abilities are unknown, but everyone who has seen her fight is dead. If you want to rush over, you can do so now."

Upon hearing this, Yaz shrank back, and even the fire in his heart was somewhat extinguished. Although he indulged in lust, he was not a person who was purely driven by desire. He knew who he could touch and who he could not.

"Captain, can you defeat her?"

He took a half-step forward, trying to get closer to Albert again, but Albert silently dodged him, keeping a half-step distance.

"not sure."

Albert's words were honest; he truly had no confidence in dealing with someone who didn't even know about talent sequences.

The enemy is very dangerous.

"But if it takes any longer, the bandits inside will escape."

Yaz said somewhat anxiously.

At this moment, he was the most anxious person in the entire scene. If the old foreman and the core members of the miners' mutual aid association all ran away, the others might not care and would go home and find their own mothers, but he, the traitor, would definitely be hunted down.

Albert couldn't protect him forever, and he didn't have that much influence.

Therefore, for him, the ideal situation would be to achieve his goal in one fell swoop and completely wipe out the core organization of the miners' mutual aid association.

"Don't rush,"

"Eber said softly, while the soldiers behind him continued their work in an orderly fashion, surrounding the church completely," Albert said.

He looked up at Ilyan ahead and said, "No wonder the Miners' Mutual Aid Society can never be eradicated and always resurfaces. It turns out it's because they are your people, Ilyan."

“I don’t know what kind of miners’ mutual aid society you’re talking about,” Ilya’s cool voice rang out.

“This is my residence, Albert. You are not a Rock City police officer, nor an FBI agent. You do not have a search warrant, and you have no right to trespass on my property. I have the right to kill any thugs who break in.”

Albert's face darkened.

Indeed, he did not have the right to search. They did manage to obtain a search warrant, but the warrant only allowed the city defense troops to enter.

There is a high probability that there is a top-tier C-level superhuman within the Miners' Mutual Aid Association, capable of single-handedly fighting against nine mechs and another C-level superhuman. Sending these city defense troops in is tantamount to giving each of them a one-way ticket.

It's impossible for the powerful figure inside to be law-abiding and not kill these people just because they have legal search warrants.

Moreover, Albert couldn't be sure whether Ilya would make a move.

If the other party wasn't a B-rank powerhouse like Ilya, but just an ordinary person, Eber would have simply barged in.

For ordinary people, trespassing on private property is something they can simply wait for the other party to sue them.

Mining conglomerates have large legal teams that can provide perfect defenses. If all else fails, they can drag the case out for years, constantly appealing and postponing it, until the person is bankrupt and dares not sue again.

Of course, all of this is based on the premise that an ordinary person emerges from the church, who has no ability to fight against the mercenary group and the city defense forces, and cannot kill the intruder on the spot.

Ilya Ann is indeed capable of killing intruders, and it would be legal and justifiable without affecting her reputation.

The situation briefly reached a stalemate.

Albert quickly weighed the options in his mind.

The miners' mutual aid association does not seem to be Ilyan's subordinate. Its actions are not aligned with Ilyan's party interests. Ilyan represents the small factory owners and small business owners of Rock City. The 'donations' of these people are pooled together to support Ilyan's party's campaign funds.

These people also disliked the miners' mutual aid society, a purely grassroots organization.

Thinking back from this perspective, even if the Miners' Mutual Aid Association was indeed related to Ilyan, Ilyan could not completely control the Miners' Mutual Aid Association; their relationship was probably relatively independent.

Then Ilya might not be willing to work for this somewhat disobedient organization.

I'll work my hardest.

Then we can try a strong attack.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

Just as Albert was about to make up his mind to launch the attack, a panting shout suddenly came from the walkie-talkie on his chest: "Commander, we've spotted the target and his men at the safety exit we've been lying in wait. There are a lot of them, and they're running very fast. We're going to lose them."

"How many people?" Albert frowned and picked up the walkie-talkie. "First squad, take the back road and intercept them ahead."

"There are too many of them, it seems like they're all here, Commander, we're going to lose them."

A hoarse voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Albert frowned, sensing something was amiss, but speed was of the essence. He picked up the walkie-talkie and ordered, "Second Battalion, go too."

The mercenary group behind them had quickly moved more than halfway away, and the sense of oppression had greatly decreased.

"Commander, people have been found in that secret passage? And quite a few people? How come the old foreman didn't prepare any other passages?"

Yaz was close by and naturally heard the conversation on the walkie-talkie. He looked excited and said, "Why don't we just go and arrest the old foreman?"

“Don’t rush, something’s not right,” Albert said with a frown. “The timing of their appearance is too suspicious, and knowing that you, the traitor, are involved, they shouldn’t have gone through the original secret passage. Don’t rush, that top-tier C-rank hasn’t appeared yet.”

Yaz was about to rush out excitedly, but seeing that Albert didn't move, he stopped in his tracks.

He looked a little upset when he heard Albert say that he was a traitor, but he didn't say anything, after all, he still needed Albert's protection.

After a while, a new voice came through the walkie-talkie, "Commander, the enemy knows the terrain well and is too agile. We can't catch up and need backup."

"Not a single one caught?"

"Aber asked in a low voice."

"Not a single one."

The walkie-talkie responded.

Albert's face was ashen, but this time he did not send out support directly. Instead, he quickly contacted several captains and squad leaders and got similar answers from them.

Finally, after a moment's thought, he sent another large detachment to provide support and ordered them to take away all the remaining mercenary groups and city defense vehicles.

Now most of the people who had been surrounding the church have left.

As Yaz watched the crowd dwindle, a sense of unease crept in. "We must catch these rioters."

Eber glanced at Yaz but didn't say anything. He then looked up at Ilya, who was guarding the church entrance.

He gripped the sword at his waist, took a step forward, and said, "Come on, let's go inside and take a look."

Az, who was behind him, was taken aback, but he didn't dare to break away from his leg and quickly followed.

With each step Albert took forward, the oppressive aura emanating from him intensified.

Before he even reached the church entrance, the maid's face turned pale, as if she was having difficulty breathing due to the immense pressure, but she still persevered.

Although the maid felt immense pressure, Az, standing behind Albert, was completely unaware as Albert manipulated the pressure to silently bypass Az.

Yaz peeked out and, seeing the maid's weak appearance, suddenly realized that this haughty maid had been subtly glancing at the trash.

He was looking at himself with those eyes.

This maid was so frightened by Albert's few steps; she doesn't seem very strong.

A B-rank powerhouse like Ilya An is beyond Yaz's reach, but perhaps being Ilya An's maid is something he could consider.

However, since entering D-rank, he has become less fond of people with warmth; perhaps this maid is more beautiful when she is cold and aloof.

Yaz's gaze drifted, then suddenly stopped in a corner in the distance, where a figure stood in the shadows, giving him a smile.