Life Dungeon Game

He Ao cleaved the crab-like monster in front of him with a single sword strike, a faint red light merging into the sword.

This was the third monster corrupted by the God of War that he had killed since obtaining the information from that agent.

The souls of these monsters had long been taken by the dead war god, leaving only their twisted shells.

"Dear viewers, welcome to today's Rock Interview. Today we have invited General Torrey of the city defense forces to talk to us about the 'monster murder case' that has been hotly discussed online these past two days."

The host excitedly introduced a portly officer standing beside him, "General Tole is now the acting commander of the 107th Division. It is said that the mayor has nominated General Tole to serve as the chief of staff of the city's defense forces."

"Rumors, rumors," Tore waved his hand with a smile and continued.

"Let's return to the 'Monster Murder Case.' Currently, we have conclusive evidence proving that the criminal organization 'Miners' Mutual Aid Association' is highly likely related to this Monster Murder Case. They have completely sided with the evil god, relying on the evil god's power to create monsters to achieve their ulterior motives..."

He Ao turned his gaze away from the television.

We need to speed things up.

The mayor clearly wants to direct the monsters' emergence towards the Miners' Mutual Aid Association. These monsters must be eliminated as much as possible before they cause mass slaughter, and the short sword must be strengthened. Otherwise, the hatred from ordinary citizens will be directed at the Miners' Mutual Aid Association, and things will get complicated.

Although the miners' mutual aid association has nothing to do with these monsters, the megaphone of public opinion is now in their hands.

Sometimes the truth is useless; whoever controls the loudspeaker controls the 'facts'.

The next steps need to be implemented quickly.

He Ao rubbed his temples. The mayor seemed to be hastily preparing something, as the arrest of the miners was a diversionary tactic.

The old foreman's unease, the mayor's eagerness.

All of this made He Ao vaguely feel that the final act of this story was about to begin, and he had to make sufficient preparations before the final curtain of the stage was drawn.

"K!"

Just then, a shout rang out behind him.

He turned his head and saw the detective riding a motorcycle with a bandage on his foot.

He frowned slightly.

“K, the FBI has discovered new information about the monster,” the agent rode over on his motorcycle. “I can keep you updated on the intelligence. My motorcycle skills are excellent. Although I may not be as fast as you, I will at least save energy and my mobility is not inferior.”

"how did you find me?"

He looked at him calmly.

I saw you looked strange.

"I knew you were going to kill a monster," the agent glanced at the monster's corpse on the ground. "I knew I couldn't catch you one by one, so I estimated your third possible location and came here directly."

"very smart."

He nodded, then gestured for the detective to get off and make room for the driver's seat on the motorcycle.

The detective glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then got out of the car.

He got on the motorcycle, but didn't ride away immediately; he glanced at the detective.

The agent's face lit up, and he immediately sat on the back of the motorcycle. "K, I'm a very good motorcyclist. Why don't you get off and let me ride? I'm fast; I won the Rock City Motorcycle Race..."

Before he could finish speaking, Heo tossed him a helmet. "Put it on."

He obediently took it with him.

He Ao also put on a helmet.

The deafening roar of the massive engine was ignited in an instant, and the FBI military motorcycle shot off like an arrow.

It clung to the flower bed, crashed through the bushes, and flew directly onto the overpass opposite along the edge of the railing.

"K!!!" In the howling wind, the agent clung tightly to He Ao's clothes and roared, "I feel like we've barely touched the ground! This is a motorcycle, not an airplane!!!"

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Shortly after they left, several figures wearing FBI combat uniforms and carrying flashlights emerged from another direction.

"I remember escaping here just now."

"Look over there."

"Dead? How many is that?"

"Quick, contact headquarters!"

Under the pitch-black night sky, something seemed to be gestating.

Something came up during the day and I was delayed. Here's the extra chapter, please vote!

Chapter 381 I Abide by the Law (Part 2)

The thirty-second one.

He Ao drew his short sword, and a red light emanated from the monster's corpse and disappeared into the blade.

At this moment, the red glow clinging to the sword was so intense that it seemed to be forming a viscous liquid.

Holding this sword, He Ao could hear the faint, intricate whispers echoing in his ears, as if he had returned to the corpse of that dead god.

He sheathed his sword, looked at the motorcycle beside him, and the detective leaning against it, retching. "Where's the next one?"

"vomit--"

The detective gagged twice, feeling as if his feet were made of cotton, and stood up, dizzy, leaning against the motorcycle.

A glistening liquid clung to the corner of his mouth. It wasn't that he wanted to gag, but rather that he had already vomited everything he could, and nothing else could come up.

After driving at breakneck speed for most of the night, he felt his tolerance level rising rapidly. He wasn't as dizzy anymore, but he still felt the urge to vomit when he stopped.

Hearing He Ao's words, he raised his hand with difficulty, glanced at the bracelet, and said, "It's gone. It disappeared an hour ago."

He looked at the masked man in front of him.

Judging from the man's hands and voice, he was not very old, but the man's strength far exceeded his expectations.

At first, the man had to observe the terrain and familiarize himself with the monster's moves before killing it. But later on, he could kill it almost instantly. Before he could even finish vomiting, he got into the car to go to the next place to vomit.

Tonight's life was monotonous, but also exciting. In just a few hours, the FBI agent encountered all sorts of twisted monsters and visited many places he had never been to since arriving in the city.

"Is that all?"

He glanced at the monster's corpse behind him.

At first, he had to familiarize himself with the monsters' fighting tactics, but as the hunt continued, he gradually discovered what the monsters had in common: secrecy, mutation, and a kind of violent madness.

Although these monsters have different appearances, they all have similar fighting styles. Perhaps influenced by the dead god, they are all rather reckless.

He Ao felt that the corpse of that god was most likely the war god who was beaten to death by the mob, and the most direct evidence was this brain-sacrificing fighting style.

Since becoming a 'warrior', He Ao feels he's become increasingly reckless.

However, he was still able to control his emotions and calmly think about the battle situation. For example, when dealing with these monsters, he basically used their impulsive fighting habits in the later stages. He would taunt them at close range, then swing his sword and kill them in one move before leaving.

He looked around again.

The sky was already turning a pale white; dawn was approaching.

Given the impulsive fighting style of these monsters, it would be quite easy for the FBI to track them down.

If the FBI couldn't find anything, then it probably really doesn't exist.

Of the thirty-odd monsters, seven were D-rank, a dozen were E-rank, and the weakest of the rest was F-rank.

One of the D-level beings was clearly about to 'evolve' into a C-level being by the time He Ao arrived.

These monsters have no self-awareness; they are merely the death gods that were supposedly the god of war.

The puppets of the Ming Dynasty derive their power directly from the power of the gods, so they do not have the same upgrade limitations as ordinary superhumans.

What limits their power is simply how many 'sacrifices' they can collect for the corpse of the God of War.

He Ao didn't know what kind of operating mechanism these evil gods had, but it was obvious that these evil gods had a certain degree of desire for flesh and soul.

They seem to be able to transform this flesh and soul into their own 'power' to some extent.

The power of these monsters may fundamentally originate from the 'offerings' they offer.

These monsters created by divine power are much more troublesome than He Ao originally expected. If a C-level monster were to emerge from among them, the FBI of Rock City alone would probably find it difficult to deal with them.

These monsters are wreaking havoc in the city and will likely cause even greater chaos.

If the mayor then directs the conflict towards the miners and their mutual aid association, the antagonism in the entire city of Rock will become even more acute.

Perhaps the mastermind behind these monsters has some connection with the mayor and the mining conglomerate.

He Ao rubbed his temples and waved to the detective, "You can go back to the team now."

Then he walked step by step toward the end of the street.

Now that the monster issue has been resolved, it's time to move on to the next step of the plan.

"what?"

The detective was taken aback.

Then he saw He Ao's figure gradually disappear.

He quickly called out, "Um, how can I help you? Or can I join you? I can do a lot of things; I was always in the top three during training."

His response was only a gradually fading footstep, until it disappeared completely.

"Ugh--"

Watching that figure gradually disappear into the dim night, the detective leaned against his motorcycle and let out a long sigh.

Just then, something that gradually changed from black to white flew over from the darkness.

It appeared quickly from the darkness, then gradually slowed down before landing smoothly in front of the agent.

The person who threw this thing had an exquisite control over the force.

Even the instructors at FBI headquarters couldn't do it with such ease.

While the agent was still in shock, he didn't forget to catch the flying object.

It was a mask.