Life Dungeon Game

At that moment, a faint purple glow appeared on Ilya's chest.

The red light that was heading straight for her made a turn in the air and bypassed her.

At the same time, a crimson wave surged toward her side, chasing the direction in which the red light had flashed.

However, just as the red light was about to be overtaken, it suddenly changed direction, crashing through the crimson wave and piercing Ilya's chest from behind.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through her flesh, peeling a purple octahedral crystal from her body.

"You've manipulated my thinking..."

Blood, gleaming with a purple light, spilled from Ilya's chest; this was her first injury.

If she had faced He's attack head-on, she wouldn't have been so easily backstabbed; at most, she would have suffered a minor injury.

However, Heoli relied on her ability to change her choices; after modifying Heoli's choice, she briefly relaxed her mind.

The two times she changed her choices, she had inflicted serious injuries on He Ao, and He Ao had instinctively dodged both times. This time, she habitually assumed that He Ao would dodge her attack first before continuing her assault.

But she didn't expect He Ao to withstand this attack and trade injuries with her.

The purple octahedral crystal flew out from her chest.

She reached out to grab it, but a shadow was faster than her.

A hand shimmering with red light reached out from behind her and suddenly grabbed the crystal.

Even before the betrayal, He Ao had already prepared to seize the crystal.

Ilya reached out to snatch the crystal and controlled the waves to attack Hoo, but Hoo suddenly drew his sword and turned around, dodging her attack.

Stones of thought.

He Ao looked at the octahedral crystal in his hand, trying to understand the information the crystal was conveying to his mind.

This is the extraordinary item that Ilya used to change his choices.

He was not in a good state at the moment. His original wounds were healing at an alarming rate, but his own vitality was rapidly weakening. At the same time, flesh and blood were constantly trying to emerge from under his skin to form new limbs.

The remnants of the God of War's consciousness continued to erode his soul; his time was running out.

Feeling the fatal attraction emanating from the Mind Stone in his hand, he didn't hesitate and threw the octahedral crystal directly into his mouth, crunching it to pieces.

The instant the crystal shattered, a powerful force surged directly into He Ao's soul, followed by excruciating pain that felt like his soul was being torn apart.

Ilya, who had originally intended to snatch back the crystal, suddenly paused upon seeing his actions.

In that instant, He Ao suppressed the excruciating pain in his soul and rushed towards her once more.

Because the power of the God of War was constantly healing his wounds, he basically didn't hesitate and charged in without using any tactics.

The oppressive force in the sky grew stronger, and huge cracks appeared on the upper part of the mining conglomerate building, as if the battle between death and the god of knowledge had entered a fever pitch.

Wounds can heal, but aging seems inevitable.

As the battle progressed, He Ao's white hair turned completely white, and his life force gradually withered away, but his body became stronger and stronger, constantly shedding his old flesh and blood to form new flesh and blood.

The borrowed power was incomplete; He Ao did not enter the B-level 'Bloodlust'; it seemed that his original warrior power had simply been amplified to B-level.

With each fierce attack from Heo, Ilya's injuries gradually increased.

She glanced at He Ao, who was gradually going mad and whose eyes were bloodshot, and quickly retreated.

The waves in front of her gradually subsided, and the twisted undead also rapidly diminished.

As He Ao drew closer and closer to her, until he was about to pierce her body, a slight smile appeared on her face.

Unbeknownst to them, Heo and Ilya had returned to the core area of ​​the ritual circle that had been destroyed at the beginning, and the original bright red ditch had been buried by rubble.

The surging waves instantly swept away the rubble, blotting out the sky as they rushed towards He'ao.

This was a trap that Iliaan had set long ago. She had hidden most of her power under these rubble, gradually feigning weakness to lure Heo into this area.

Just as the crimson wave was about to completely engulf Heo, Ilya's movements suddenly froze.

Mental interference!

At that moment, the tip of Heo's sword had reached Ilyan's chest, and without hesitation, he pierced Ilyan's heart with his sword.

This is what divine sense detected: the place where Ilya's energy gathers.

square.

In fact, He Ao had used his divine sense on Ilya An from the very beginning, but due to the interference of the Mind Stone, He Ao was unable to determine exactly where Ilya An's energy convergence point was.

It wasn't until he analyzed Ilyan's talent sequence and realized that Ilyan might have the ability to 'modify choices' by relying on some kind of extraordinary item hidden in her body that he determined his attack strategy.

He first located the Mind Stone by luring Ilya to use its power.

After stripping away the Stone of Mind, he used his divine sense to find the energy convergence point of Ilya'an.

At this moment, he still had a little bit of his second divine sense left.

Having found his weakness, he still needed to create an opportunity to get close. Just then, Ilya set a trap to lure him, and he simply played along.

He just fought recklessly; he wasn't incapable of using strategy.

However, He Ao did not expect the mental interference to be so effective, after all, the opponent was a B-level.

Hyperthymes seems to have become stronger.

However, his soul was still wracked with tearing pain, and he had no time to investigate the situation of hypermemory.

As her heart was pierced, Ilya awoke from her mental disturbance. She looked at Heo and reached out her hand with difficulty.

He suddenly drew his sword and stared at her.

Bright red blood, gleaming with a purple glow, flowed down the sword.

Ilya stared blankly at Heo, her body stiffened, and she fell back down.

A few tattered pieces of gauze drifted down from the sky, obscuring her gray eyes.

Just like the black veil that once covered her eyes.

She slowly reached out and, with her last bit of strength, pulled down the veil.

ended.

He Ao didn't look at her, but stumbled and turned away.

The originally churning crimson waves suddenly boiled violently, and pairs of illusory hands reached out from the waves, followed by illusory heads, struggling to crawl out of the waves.

They raised their heads, looked around at the vast sky, and then vanished as specks of light.

They are the spirits controlled by Ilyaan, the base of the altar, and the fuel offered as sacrifice to the coming of death.

He Ao sat on the ground, looking up at the starry sky like a child, watching the souls dissipate all over the sky.

Time seemed to have turned back to that night, when the eldest brother was washing up, the second sister was sewing, the third brother was reading, the fourth brother was playing around, and the fifth sister quietly slipped a piece of candy into his hand.

The mother went over and closed the window, shutting out the memories that were reminiscing.

ended.

He Ao's vision gradually blurred, and his flesh and blood kept writhing, as if new limbs were about to sprout.

With the altar shattered, Death will gradually disappear, losing its guiding coordinates and the power to descend.

The power of the God of War is about to spiral out of control.

He's life was slipping away rapidly; his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred. He opened his mouth, trying to stay awake.

Just then, a huge shadow suddenly enveloped Heo's body.

He looked up and saw a huge, black mecha, the Apostle of Hell.

Currently, there is only one person in Rock City who can still pilot the Hell Apostle.

The mech's cockpit opened, and a robust figure jumped out, landing on the ruins and charging madly towards He Ao.

"Neil?!"

He looked at his younger brother in front of him.

It was a twisted life that was gradually losing its human form.

"Why are you back? Shouldn't you be outside the city?"

He looked at Ivo with a mixture of amusement and exasperation; this guy always seemed to be causing trouble at the perfect moment.

Ivo looked at Heo's already somewhat distorted body and cupped Heo's cheeks.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He grabbed He Ao's body, seemingly trying to pull him away, but he couldn't budge the mutated body at all.

He turned around and hugged He Ao, his cheeks flushed red.

“Brother,” his hand was gently grasped by another hand, and He Ao looked at him with a smile, “give me a smile.”

He stared blankly at his younger brother's face, swallowing hard.

Then he tried to pull up the corners of his mouth, revealing his snow-white teeth.

He reached out, smiling, as if trying to pick up his younger brother again.

However, this time, he was stopped.

He Ao grabbed his hand. "Brother, listen to me. Let's go. The old foreman, the miners' mutual aid association, and Third Brother all need you."

With a sudden burst of strength, Heo threw Ivo back into the cockpit of the mech next to him.

"Eve, take him away,"

Immediately afterwards, he took off the bracelet from his wrist, tossed it lightly, and the bracelet landed precisely in the slot on the control panel.

He chuckled. "Looks like my skills aren't bad."

This external card slot has limited permissions, only allowing control of simple cruise flight, but that's sufficient.

The cockpit canopy slowly retracted, and the massive mech flew into the distance.

At that very moment, He Ao received a system notification.

【mission completed】

[Task evaluation and settlement in progress...]