Life Dungeon Game

At such a high rotation speed, he had almost no chance to get a hold of Allent. To make matters worse, the flesh-and-blood humanoids raised their spears in unison, aiming at Heo, as if they were about to seize the opportunity to launch a volley.

The blade of the short sword was gradually flung out of Allent's body at this enormous speed.

Seeing that he was about to be thrown away, He Ao glanced at the short sword that was already halfway out, grabbed the back of the short sword with his other hand, gave up the enhancement of his divine sense, and suddenly twisted it, breaking the short sword into two pieces.

Without hesitation, he gripped the two short swords and plunged them into Erenthe's body, quickly moving them up his shoulder and elbow toward Erenthe's neck.

With each movement he made, he disrupted an energy gathering point on that shoulder and elbow, making Allent's movements increasingly ferocious and faster.

Those flesh-and-blood humanoid figures couldn't catch He Ao's movements and hesitated to throw their spears.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Heo climbed onto Allent's neck, straddled him, and used the two broken pieces of his skull to stabilize himself.

The energy points inside the skull are very deep. The short sword was already short, and after it was broken, it became even shorter, making it impossible to insert.

And just as He Ao's body stabilized, those flesh-and-blood humanoid figures were finally ready.

This wave of dense bone spears was successfully thrown, and if Heo wanted to stay on Allent's body, he would have no way to dodge it.

Either trade blows or use other methods.

Without hesitation, Heo abandoned the dagger and lunged forward, lying prone beside Ellen.

He aimed at the back of Alan's head, then gathered all his strength into his right fist, covered it with his divine sense, and slammed it into Alan's cheek.

"what!!!"

The violent impact shattered Allent's cheekbone and destroyed the energy gathering point beneath it. His spinning motion quickly went out of control, and the huge bone pillar crashed down on the flesh-and-blood humanoids beside him, smashing them away like grass. Some of the flesh-and-blood humanoids were instantly smashed into a pulp.

However, Elent quickly regained his balance, barely managing to stand up while holding onto the bone pillar. The remaining flesh-and-blood humanoids also staggered to their feet, stabilizing the group once again.

This time, He'ao's left fist was ready. He gripped the hilt of the short knife, leaped into the air, and from top to bottom, gathered his strength in his fist, slamming it into the right side of Alan's head once again.

Before he could regain his footing, Alant staggered, and with a swift motion, he swept the bone pillar in his hand towards the remaining fleshy humanoids, sending them flying once more.

Immediately afterwards, Heo regained his balance, stepped on Allent's neck and leaped up, raining down punches on Allent's skull.

After being smashed through several times, the energy core inside Allent's body flickered, and the energy network of his entire body began to become unstable.

He's destruction has brought this monster close to its death.

"You blasphemer, you deserve to die!!! You'll go to hell!!!"

His two mouths opened, and he roared violently as he reached out to grab He Ao again, trying to struggle in his death throes.

“I’ve come back from hell to find you.”

He pulled the short knife with a hilt from his head, his voice low and hoarse, like the whisper of death.

As he spoke, he suddenly leaped up and stabbed into the left mouth of Alant's face, then pulled hard, piercing the two mouths together.

It also pierced the energy core behind the two mouths.

"I don't want to die..."

Alan's mutilated mouth made a cracking sound as he reached out to grab Heo, but failed.

The shimmering energy network suddenly shattered, the massive body tilted forward, its legs fell to its knees, and then its upper body, along with He Ao's fall, crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of hazy dust.

The surrounding fleshy humanoid figures crumbled one by one, quickly turning into rotting flesh.

He Ao, who had fallen to the ground, loosened his grip on the knife handle and staggered forward a few steps. Sweat soaked his body, and his once brand-new clothes were now torn in several places.

He deactivated his super memory, and as the terrifying, overwhelming power faded, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, and he collapsed to his knees, unable to support himself.

The blood-stained pendant on her chest hung down naturally from her tattered clothes.

Heo held the pendant in his hand, opened it, looked at Jess's wife's gentle smile inside, and then slowly closed it again.

Then he struggled to turn over, letting the pendant hang in front of his chest.

He sat on the ground, looking at Ellen's corpse.

Arendt reached out his hand, as if to grab Heo, or perhaps to grasp hope.

"Ha ha ha ha······"

He stared at the terrifying behemoth and suddenly burst out laughing.

Before she died, Tini lay on the ground in despair, her hand outstretched.

She went, wanting to grasp at hope, but no one gave her a chance to live.

The violent laughter echoed in the empty space, like the tolling of a death knell.

After laughing for a while, He Ao regained some strength. He stuffed the pendant on his chest back into his clothes and struggled to stand up from the ground.

His body was in pain, his whole body ached, especially his hands. Even though he had enough spiritual energy to cover them, the powerful impacts still caused his hands to swell and ache terribly.

He had just been constantly gathering energy in his body and concentrating it in his hands and legs, causing his body to operate beyond its limits, leaving him almost powerless.

Because of excessive use of Hyper Memory, the soul has become somewhat weak.

However, these costs are recoverable. Overall, apart from being somewhat overworked, he suffered no other losses and can recover with some rest.

He slowly walked to the side of the dead Ellent and gazed into his destroyed eyes.

He defeated this formidable enemy, suffering no injuries other than a possible minor fracture in his finger.

A fractured finger might require many days of rest for an ordinary person, but for a C-level superhuman with strong vitality, it's still within the range where the body can quickly repair itself.

He staggered and turned around, walking toward the huge bone pillar that had fallen to the side. With the death of Elent, the bone pillar had shattered into several pieces.

He Ao's gaze swept through the fragments, and then, in the center of the bone pillar, he found a fragment that was about a meter tall and resembled a double-edged axe cast in one piece.

Although this piece of 'bone axe' is not large, it is very heavy, weighing about two hundred kilograms.

The edge of the axe was broken with unusually sharp edges, but the breaks were not neat.

He Ao gripped the axe handle and swung it around. With a series of loud, whistling sounds, the surrounding purple patterned network seemed to sense the danger and began to flicker.

The materials are excellent. If we find another durable weapon, imbue it with divine consciousness, and repair it, we should be able to forge an even better weapon.

The bones that make up this huge bone pillar seem to have been strengthened by some special force, making them exceptionally hard. That's why He Ao tried to select a suitable weapon from these fragments.

He looked up and around, and he finally realized where the familiarity of these patterns came from.

It comes from the occult knowledge that Jess received from the old professor.

It came from the mysterious book in Jess's father's possession.

Jess's father was the chief consultant at the chemical plant that was the predecessor of this hospital, and he led the construction of the chemical plant's 'new production line'.

A bit of writer's block

Chapter 564 Jess's Father's Research (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

He briefly activated his super memory again to glance at Allent's corpse. The massive, tangled soul was rapidly disintegrating, and shadows of varying depths dispersed, slowly dissipating in the vast space.

Then He Ao noticed that the fine patterns around him were shimmering with a faint light, constantly 'absorbing' these dissipating souls.

At this moment, He Ao finally understood where the powerful force of these patterns came from.

It has been drawing souls as sustenance in some way.

These intricate patterns form a ritual array for acquiring 'power'.

This is the occult knowledge that Jess acquired from the old professor, and it is also the core principle of the gene serum.

That mystical knowledge mentions that, through some complex means, humans can obtain extraordinary power without the help of gods.

For Heo, who understands the mystical, this complex method is actually a special ritual.

However, this ceremony has a unique feature that distinguishes it from other ceremonies: it is a ceremony that does not require a presiding person, or rather, it does not require the presiding person to have high qualifications, and it also seems to have no precise ritual direction.

Normally, a complete ceremony requires a person to set it up and a target to which the ceremony is directed in order for the ceremony to be effective.

The ceremony is merely a channel for communication between the two parties.

Those who set up the ceremony communicate with the target through the ceremony, express their prayers, and offer their 'offerings'.

Whether or not the deity grants a blessing depends on the deity's mood and ability; this is the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods by ordinary believers.

There is an important uncertainty here, which is the target of the ritual, namely, those high-ranking beings who are communicated by the ritual.

These high-ranking beings have their own personalities and purposes. They are not controllable, so the effects of each ritual are also uncontrollable. Some people receive more blessings, some receive fewer blessings, and some even incur divine punishment as soon as a ritual is performed.

At this point, the importance of the person who sets up or conducts the ritual becomes apparent. They can please the gods in other ways, offering sacrifices that the gods like, and drawing the ritual array perfectly, in a way that pleases the gods, thereby increasing the success rate and the gains of the ritual.

This involves a large number of subjective factors, making it very unlikely that most rituals can be scaled up.

The occult knowledge that Jess and the old professor acquired did not pinpoint a specific target for that particular ritual, thus ruling out the subjective influence of a higher being.

If this ritual is performed strictly according to the corresponding conditions, there is a high probability that you will successfully acquire power.

Without the influence of a high-ranking figure, the requirements for the ceremony organizers are no longer demanding; in fact, there are no requirements at all.

Anyone who strictly follows the requirements of the ritual can receive the corresponding blessing.

Although Jess and the old professor were unaware of the occult knowledge related to the ritual, they astutely noticed that since this particular ritual was stable and unaffected by subjective factors, it could be solidified, even standardized, through certain methods.

Modeling establishes a stable way to acquire extraordinary power.

Just like how humans created airplanes by imitating birds before they even understood the principles of flight.

When a certain stable pattern is discovered, it means that it may be possible to utilize it.

Jess's father had realized this, so he came to discuss with the old professor how to simplify and scale up this method of acquiring power.

However, the two later disagreed. The old professor believed that gene therapy should be developed, while Jess's father thought that the method was too risky and that using gene therapy might bring unpredictable side effects to users.

When Jess heard the old professor talk about this, he didn't realize there was a problem. He thought gene therapy was a good direction and even didn't quite understand his father's choice.

But now, when Heo looks back on this memory, he clearly realizes that Jess's father probably sensed something back then.

The occult knowledge they acquired did not specify the price to pay for such a ritual; it only described the method of performing the ritual and the possible blessings to be gained.

Because the original ritual was extremely complex and needed to be performed in the wilderness, although the ritual itself did not restrict the physical fitness of the performers, the fact that the complex ritual had to be performed in the wilderness itself was a requirement for physical fitness.

Jess's father and the old professor, who did not meet the requirements, could not personally experiment with the ritual. So their idea was to find a way to simplify the ritual through scientific research in their own areas of expertise, and then experiment with it themselves.

However, Jess's father was clearly more perceptive than the old professor. He probably realized that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and that gaining power through such a ritual comes at a price.

Therefore, he rejected the old professor's idea of ​​needing a gene-based drug involving biology, even though that idea was the most likely to succeed.