Life Dungeon Game

At this moment, the black light spread to He Ao's feet, and the even more distorted pollution clung to He Ao's soul.

Unfortunately, there was an even bigger force wreaking havoc within He's soul, and the moment these contaminants invaded He's body, they were suppressed by the power of the mysterious shadow.

Furthermore, the intrusion of these contaminants has ironically interfered with the erosion of the Shadow of Mystery, indirectly alleviating the pressure that Heo is currently under.

"Who are you?"

As his own pollution was suppressed, Ruonati seemed to regain some rationality in his pupils, which had been stained black. He stared blankly at Heao, his eyes filled with doubt.

Then, without hesitation, he raised his hand, and the dark light condensed into a sharp cone in his hand, piercing fiercely towards He Ao's heart.

He loosened his grip on the sword hilt, rolled forward sideways to dodge the attack, and then raised his hand.

Retrieving objects remotely.

The bone sword reappeared in his hand.

He activated his divine sense and scanned his surroundings. The once abandoned exhibition stands were now enveloped in a dark radiance, resembling withered tree stumps, yet beneath the pure light, flesh and blood-like creatures often writhed and leaped.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the house was distorted into an uninhabited hell by the mad power of Jonathan.

Under the vision of divine sense, several energy cores that were constantly changing positions appeared in He Ao's eyes.

Sometimes it's easier to deal with monsters than with people.

As He Ao scanned his surroundings, Ruonati's distorted figure reappeared before him. Twisted rays of light formed around He Ao, condensing into jet-black cones that simultaneously pierced towards him, sealing off his movements.

He Ao rolled over and smashed through the figure of Ruonati blocking his way. Without looking back, he stomped on a nearby display stand and used the momentum to rush towards the ceiling.

puff--

With a sound like a sharp sword piercing flesh, He Ao's bone sword pierced the center of the ceiling.

The dark light covering the vicinity suddenly shattered and dimmed.

First.

He Ao descended from the air, his bone sword flashing past his right shoulder. He leaned forward, once again blocking the beam of light piercing from Ruonati's body. Then, he spun backward, swinging the bone sword in a wide arc, swiftly severing Ruonati's body and also cutting off the black light-covered figure behind him.

Exhibition booth.

The brilliance surrounding the exhibition booth suddenly shattered, turning into darkness.

the second.

Jannati's severed body was reconnected.

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As the battle progressed, the radiance that had filled the exhibition hall dimmed piece by piece. When only one-tenth of the light remained, the dense black radiance once again converged into Ruonati's body and condensed together.

The originally twisted and terrifying power once again subsided, as if returning to normalcy. Ruona slowly picked up the short sword that he had abandoned long ago, held the sword, and a dark light clung to the blade, then quickly receded, turning the entire short sword into the color of a shadow.

Then he raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on Heo.

The threat of death allowed the remaining sanity of this monster, who had already descended into madness, to prevail.

He didn't launch an attack directly, but instead slightly opened his mouth, and a hoarse voice, like a broken gong, came from it.

"You're smart and strong, little guy, but that's enough."

His vocal cords had been damaged in the recent battle, rendering him unable to produce a normal sound.

The next second, he suddenly raised his short sword and slashed at He Ao's face like a streak of light.

scandium--

He Ao used his bone sword to block the sword light, gripped the hilt with both hands, pressed down hard, and then the bone sword blade sliced ​​straight down along the blade of the short sword toward Ruonati's body.

Ruo Nati leaned back, dodging He Ao's slashing sword. At that moment, a dark phantom suddenly materialized behind He Ao, holding another short sword in his hand, and thrust it towards He Ao's heart from behind.

At this moment, He Ao was exhausted and had no strength left to draw upon. He could only use the momentum of the bone sword he had already swung to rotate his body and dodge the fatal blow.

However, the dark short sword still pierced his right chest, and blood mixed with a purplish-gray glow flowed out.

At this moment, He Ao had already spun around, slashed the phantom behind him with his sword, and rolled backward.

Juna didn't give him time to rest; new sword flashes followed one after another.

At this moment, He Ao seemed to be unable to react immediately due to his physical injury. He was unable to raise the bone sword and could only reach out to block Ruonati's sword light.

At this moment, a ferocious smile appeared on Nati's twisted face. His arm could not block this sword. He would cut off Heo's arm, then cut off Heo's head, and then make Heo a part of himself.

scandium--

Just as the black sword light was about to sever He'ao's arm, a jet-black short sword appeared in He'ao's hand, blocking Ruonati's short sword.

Retrieving objects remotely.

He Ao directly 'removed' the short sword that was stuck in his body.

A dense black light attempted to penetrate He'ao's body along the sword's blade. The sword itself was reinforced by the black light, and after the black light faded, the short sword could not withstand the short sword covered by Ruonati's black light.

In the blink of an eye, a crack appeared on the sword, and then it quickly split open.

However, the short sword still managed to delay the attack for a little while, which was enough.

All his strength had been channeled into his arms.

Ronati, who was attacking, seemed to realize something and suddenly tried to retreat, but it was too late.

The pure white bone sword, covered in divine consciousness, had already pierced his body, his heart, and his last energy core.

Black blood dripped down the pure white blade.

Amidst Ronati's distorted and surprised expression, Heo slowly drew his bone sword and staggered back a step.

As for Ruonati, his body trembled and he eventually fell backward to the ground.

He reached out with difficulty, grasping at the sky, and opened his mouth slightly, but no sound came out.

He seemed to have some resentment, but his madness had made him forget what his resentment actually was.

Finally, his arm fell limply to his side, and he fell into eternal silence.

He Ao, leaning on his bone sword, gazed at this man who might have once been a powerful and influential figure.

Even in his final moments of lucidity, relying on his remaining sanity, Jonati unleashed terrifying fighting power.

In retrospect, it seems that Ronati may have been holding back some of his strengths in the initial battle.

The powerful force from the bracelet quickly dissipated, and He Ao staggered, almost falling to the ground. But he managed to support himself with his bone sword and barely maintain his balance.

He was now standing on the same wall with the window that Johannath had initially stood on, but now the window and the wall were nowhere to be found, and everywhere there were indescribable stones twisted like flesh and blood.

He Ao raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The ritual of the Mysterious Shadow's child descending is also coming to an end, and the pollution that has been constantly impacting He's soul is gradually fading away.

He Ao's clone, leaning against the top of the spire, also raised his head and looked up at the sky above. The Shadowless Sword in his hand was now covered with distorted shadows.

He pulled through.

The mysterious shadow ultimately failed to assimilate him.

As the last bit of powerful energy was channeled into the Shadowless Sword, the energy of this descent ritual was finally exhausted.

The enormous shadow in the sky flickered, its gaze seemingly trying to traverse endless space and time to land on He'ao's clone, but it was blocked by the vastness of space and time and could not achieve its goal.

He raised his hand, and the entire gray sky began to distort and deform. The fragments of the ritual array on the ground, which had already been destroyed, began to glow with a dim green light.

He is trying to continue sending power into the Lord's world.

The next second, a deafening whistle suddenly sounded, and the Verola rushed out from downstairs, completely smashing the entire broken magic circle.

The shadow in the sky flickered violently, causing the entire sky to tremble and ripple, as if a huge curtain was about to be torn apart.

Ultimately, this fragile spacetime stabilized.

After losing its spatial and temporal coordinates, the huge shadow in the sky gradually blurred, and the gray mist covering the entire sky also dissipated little by little.

The light of the stars once again bathed the earth.

One by one, lights were lit in the night sky, and people, just waking from their dreams, came out of their houses and looked out the window at the stars that seemed like jewels hanging in the night sky.

The Verola stopped behind Heo's clone. Heo took one last look at the messy high-rise building, stepped onto the steps in front of the car door, and held onto the door.

The old-fashioned train entered the void.

Not far away, Heo, standing in front of the Royal Palace Museum, withdrew his gaze from the stars in the sky and took out the mithril test tube from his pocket.

[Talent Sequence 72: Stealth Mage]

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[Promotion Ceremony: A 'miracle' performed in a way that no one knew about, attracting widespread attention.]

He looked at the gray liquid in the test tube, bit the cork with his teeth, and pulled it out.

Then he grabbed the stopper in his mouth, tilted his head back, and drank the liquid in the test tube in one gulp.

With a surge of intense power erupting within him, he sheathed his bone sword, picked up the intact short sword and the black hood from the ground, and walked step by step into the depths of the night.

The cold wind of the silent night swept across the pebbles on the ground.

The pitch-black night shrouded the mottled ruins and the remains of the deceased.

Apart from He Ao, all those who knew about this incident were forever lost in these ruins.

I'm having a bit of writer's block, will be back later.

We should wrap things up tomorrow.

Chapter 527 Sunshine (A super-large chapter combining two parts, please vote with monthly tickets)

"Not a single one survived?"

Wu Lan stared at Yang De in shock. "Everyone from the World Tree is dead? The Moonlight headquarters is completely destroyed?"

She paused, then continued, "Minister Yang, the way you put it, this ruthless, no-survival style of killing seems a bit familiar..."

He Ao, who was drinking his breakfast milk, blinked in confusion as he watched the people on the other end of the video conference turn to look at him.

“Ahem,” Yang De coughed, “This incident involves a Class B, and the situation is not so simple. The Dean is currently on his way to Ellen’s place.”