Life Dungeon Game

A kind-looking, middle-aged man with a beard quickly walked through the passageway in the high wall. "Is it over?"

"It's over, Lord Wick!"

The young wilderness wanderer looked at the middle-aged man with a smug expression.

"Well done!"

Wick smiled and gently patted his shoulder.

The captured mercenary opened his mouth, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Are wilderness wanderers and miners united?

They came up from inside the mine, and there were miners working with them from the inside!

The blonde mercenary, realizing the problem, felt his mind reel.

However, the Wilderness Wanderers' weapons and equipment were not good, and even with their addition to the battle, they could not gain an absolute advantage over the mercenaries.

If he waits a little while, the mercenaries might be able to quell the riot and then he can rescue them.

The blond mercenary thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out how the mercenaries would lose.

They couldn't possibly have giant mechs, could they?!

The moment the thought crossed the blond mercenary's mind, he felt the sky suddenly darken.

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

A gigantic body, like a dark cloud, flew overhead, blocking out the sunlight.

The mercenary's mind went blank; at that moment, only one thought occupied his mind.

They really do have mechs...

As the giant mech appeared, the surrounding gunfire instantly subsided and quickly ceased.

At the very top of the mine, a gentle breeze lifted a snow-white flag, the emblem of a mining rig printed in the very center of the flag.

A calloused hand reached out from below and grasped the flagpole.

I originally wanted to finish the dungeon today, but I'm having some writer's block. Wait, let me sort this out, and I'll finish the dungeon tomorrow.

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By the way, I'd like to recommend a book by an author friend, titled "Why Did My Husband Run Away?"

Summary:

My name is Lin Bei.

Because the fortune teller said that I have a pure yang body and excellent spiritual roots, but I am destined to suffer a calamity, easily becoming the target of female cultivators, and dying a violent death.

So I disguised myself for eighteen years, and everyone thought I was a beauty.

But in the year I turned eighteen, the leader of the Demonic Cult forced me to join the cult and marry him!

Rumor has it that the leader of the Demonic Cult is a ruthless and bloodthirsty demon.

That day, I stumbled upon the true identity of the Demonic Cult Leader's daughter!

She was actually a female demon! Nobody knew!

"If you look again, my husband, I'll gouge your eyes out!" the woman said with a radiant smile.

Mainstream authors with multiple female authors.

New author, new book, please be supportive...

Chapter 386 Board Meeting Room (Two chapters combined into one, please subscribe!)

"Hey you, move aside, don't stand there, didn't you hear me?"

The mercenary raised his gun and cocked it.

The figure standing at the edge raised his head and stared at the mercenary, his hands on his waist as if pressing down on the hilts of two swords.

"Haha, you've been reading too many chivalric romance novels."

The mercenary gave a contemptuous smile, raised his gun, aimed at the figure, and pressed his finger on the trigger.

boom--

Gunshots rang out.

The mercenary stared blankly as his body fell forward, bright red blood spurting out like a fountain.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Panic shouts and chaotic gunfire reached his ears.

The scene in his vision spun and changed rapidly, eventually turning into a blood-stained ground.

His head appeared to be separated from his body.

His eyes began to be clouded with a hazy darkness, and his brain gradually began to stop functioning.

He watched as a foot stepped over the pool of blood in front of him and walked past him.

The last thing that echoed in his ears was the crisp, rapid sound of gunfire, like beans being scattered.

In the instant before death, he felt fear.

He Ao wielded his sword in reverse, weaving through the crowd like a phantom.

His movements were incredibly fast, radiating a red glow, taking away one life after another from those who fired the shots.

As blood splattered like rain, the mercenaries who had been indiscriminately firing their guns, hoping to gain a sense of slaughter, felt a deep-seated fear.

"Hold formation! Hold formation! Don't be afraid, he's alone, fire! Fire!"

The officers stood behind the mercenaries, shouting loudly through megaphones.

A mercenary raised his gun and pointed it at Heo, then he saw Heo glance at him.

With just that simple glance, his body trembled, and a turbid yellow liquid soaked his pants, running down his trouser leg.

"Ahhh!"

He raised his gun, as if he had lost the ability to speak. His shrill screams were the only way he could relieve his fear. He charged towards the mercenaries' still-unrecovered formation and frantically rushed out of the crowd.

"Don't panic! Don't panic!"

The officer behind him raised his pistol and shot him in the back.

The fleeing mercenary stumbled and fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from his back.

However, the officers' suppression had little effect; that sharp scream had awakened the fear in the hearts of one soldier after another.

They either put down their guns, crouching down in despair with their heads in their hands, or fled in panic.

An officer raised his reinforced submachine gun and aimed it at the fleeing mercenary in front of him.

Just then, he saw a blood-stained figure walking towards him.

He quickly turned his gun and aimed it at the figure.

However, just as he turned his gun around, the red sword light pierced his heart.

He drew his short sword, looked at the mercenaries who had been routed after several waves of attacks, put away the sword, picked up the officer's submachine gun from the ground, and walked towards the entrance of the mining conglomerate building.

The warrior's ability is to 'as the battle continues, greatly arouse the enemy's inner fears, triggering their most terrifying memories.'

Guard this big

There are several hundred mercenaries in Xiamen, including many professional mercenaries who are armed with heavy weapons such as laser guns.

However, He Ao only charged in once before the entire mercenary force collapsed.

While this is related to the poor quality of the mining consortium's mercenary group, it also shows that the 'Warrior' talent sequence is very suitable for dealing with multiple opponents.

One against hundreds.

Although reckless, he is indeed strong.

As He Ao walked toward the entrance of the conglomerate building, on a nearby building, a man in a mercenary uniform was leaning against a window, his eyes on the scope, slowly moving the muzzle of his gun.

"Sniper, sniper, move now! You're so far away, he can't hit you with his sword! Kill him, kill him, don't let him get any closer."

A violent roar came from the walkie-talkie on his chest.

The sniper was not affected by the noise; his hand remained steady as he moved the muzzle of his gun little by little.

Until the crosshair is aimed at the target's head.

Incorporate wind speed to calculate ballistic trajectory...

He slightly raised the muzzle of his gun, a cold smile playing on his lips.

This will be a perfect headshot.

His finger was on the trigger.

boom--

His movements faltered, a bright red flower bloomed from the back of his head, and the immense impact caused his body to tilt backward, the out-of-control sniper rifle falling limply to the ground.

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He threw the emptied magazine of his reinforced submachine gun on the ground, the hot muzzle sizzling as it touched the blood on the ground.

The fact that he did not use firearms does not mean that he cannot use firearms.

His hands were on his sides, gripping the hilt of the short sword.

Upon entering, there was a reception area, but the reception desk was deserted. Only a portly man dressed as a mercenary officer was anxiously pressing buttons on a walkie-talkie.

"Sniper, sniper, where are you? You eat and drink my food all day long, but when it really matters, you won't answer my calls. Useless, all of you are useless."

"Excuse me," a gentle voice sounded in his ear, "how do I get to the boardroom?"

The man froze, looked up at the quiet yet slightly crazed young man in front of him, and swallowed hard when he saw the bloodstains on the young man's cheek.