Life Dungeon Game

From his perspective of super memory, he could see the souls of these dead, imprisoned by the magic array, struggling in agony. These souls densely covered the entire deep pit.

This is the biggest problem with his protective electric field. There is actually a barrier between these electric fields and his body. This barrier originated from the shielding clothing he wore when he solidified magic, which guided the current. This barrier protects his body from being attacked by his own electric field; it is his own protective measure.

The mist in the deep pit seemed to sense some strange attraction and suddenly surged towards the wooden box.

His body itself does not have the ability to withstand electricity, and miracle magic does not change the structure of the body.

It seemed as if someone was saying goodbye to him.

The pure white bone axe, imbued with divine consciousness, cleaved through the chest of the officer in uniform, splitting his ribs and cleaving open his chest.

The magician's skill is called miracle magic. It is not real magic, but solidified magic. It solidifies the magic that originally required a means into a 'miracle' that is directly achieved.

The sickle is a weapon with a wide attack range. If He Ao cannot get close, he can only attack the man in the officer's uniform from a distance.

He Ao happens to be the kind of person with pretty good willpower.

For example, a magic trick

When a magician performs a decapitation magic trick, he cannot actually cut off his own head. The 'decapitation' must be achieved through props or some other means. After this kind of magic trick is solidified into a 'miracle magic trick,' it will not cause harm to the magician. Instead, it will be solidified into a kind of miracle similar to an 'illusion.'

With each flicker of the magic array that covered the entire pit, the blood pool in the pit became shallower, while the faint mist floating above the pit became slightly denser.

The man in the officer's uniform paused, looking at the alloy door.

He released the scythe, turned around, drew the bone axe from his waist, and walked to the glass curtain wall.

The man in the officer's uniform struggled to raise his hand, intending to attack He Ao again, but He Ao snatched the scythe from his hand and violently severed his right leg, destroying the energy gathering point in his right leg.

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From his dream perspective, as the man in the officer's uniform died, the power that sustained the dream slowly dissipated.

It's like Death is chasing after the dying.

At such a close distance, He Ao was able to see what was behind the glass curtain wall.

Through years of training, his resistance to electricity has greatly improved, and the stiffness will soon end. His scythe blade has already pierced He Ao's body, and He Ao's movements will be restricted.

He was able to retrieve the axe not because he possessed the ability to recall axes. In the main world, his true form might be able to do so using the miracle of 'telekinesis,' but in the dungeon world, he didn't have such a useful miracle.

At that moment, he finally realized that the electric arcs from the scythe could not truly affect He Ao's actions; everything He Ao had just done was a disguise.

He watched all of this, remaining silent for a moment.

He Ao raised his axe, but this time he didn't rashly close the distance with the man in the officer's uniform. While withstanding the attack, he looked directly at the man in the officer's uniform and asked in a low voice, "A magic warrior?"

In battles between superhumans, information asymmetry can sometimes be a crucial factor in determining the outcome. If one has a sufficient understanding of the opponent's talent sequence, one can often grasp their strengths and weaknesses and quickly end the battle.

However, it was too late. He Ao simply raised his left hand and braced himself against the sickle handle.

Then he pulled out the wooden box he was carrying on his back and extended it through the crack.

He quickly rolled away and ran in the direction the axe had struck.

If this barrier is breached by a conductive object, then the electric fields that were originally protecting him will attack him and cause him to become paralyzed.

In that instant, He Ao suddenly gathered all his strength in his arms, forcefully deflected the scythe that was hooking towards his body, and then, taking advantage of the momentum, threw the axe directly at the head of the officer in uniform at close range.

This kind of magic trick is dangerous to perform, but theoretically, the electric current will not actually come into contact with the magician's skin; it will be diverted in some way.

The man in the officer's uniform raised his sickle and lunged at Heo again.

The distance of less than a few meters was nothing more than a blink of an eye for him and the man in the officer's uniform.

The impact had caused his scythe handle to strike the axe blade, leaving a rather deep mark on the handle.

As Ao had predicted, the material of the sickle handle was not as good as that of the sickle blade.

In that instant, the massive alloy door slammed down on him, connecting his body to the surrounding electric field.

However, he did not expect He Ao to make such a basic mistake. In such an evenly matched battle, there is no room for error; the slightest negligence could lead to death.

He looked at Heo, who was so close, made his decision, and continued to stab with the scythe crackling with electricity.

He leaped forward and rolled, the sharp scythe ripping through his clothes and leaving a bloody gash on his back. He staggered to avoid the blow, his bright red blood, glowing yellow, splattering on the ground.

"Your body will be put to use."

He Ao carefully observed these magic arrays, deconstructing the functions of their components.

Those imprisoned souls have regained their freedom.

In the battle just now, he did not use 'Easy' to modify the officer's uniform man's decision; the final choice was made by the officer's uniform man himself.

Therefore, miracle magic and the fire control ability previously demonstrated by the fire master are completely different things.

But in that instant, he felt the resistance the sickle had been experiencing lighten.

Blood, glowing with a grayish-purple light, splattered all over He Ao's face.

Then the answer is obvious.

boom--

He was betting that his own electrical resistance was higher than He Ao's, trading injury for injury, and by the time he recovered, He Ao still hadn't.

He Ao is very familiar with the 'magician' talent sequence because his main body in the main world follows the magician path in terms of talent sequence.

For people with strong willpower, as long as they do not actively choose their dreams, the process of their soul being weakened by those dreams is actually very slow.

A brief arc of electricity from the scythe blade touched his body, attempting to freeze him again, but he forcefully mobilized his strength to activate his muscles and break through, supporting his body to continue moving forward.

The man in the officer's uniform in front of him is a 'magic warrior'. His physical abilities have increased significantly, so the enhancement of his Miracle Magic should not be as great. In some aspects, his Miracle Magic should still be closer to the D-rank version.

There is a core principle of miracle magic that remains unchanged, even if it is solidified from magic into miracle.

"Jace, you still lack experience."

But in that instant, life and death are separated.

This magic circle is a simplified and incomplete version of the ritual. It does not directly pray for 'power', but uses the rules of the ritual to transform those 'costs' into a more 'concentrated' and easier-to-operate extraordinary substance.

However, Heo is not without a way to defeat him.

Beside Heo, the body of the man in the officer's uniform staggered and knelt on the ground, his eyes wide open, his body gradually decaying.

Amidst flying shards of glass, a gap was cleaved in the thick glass curtain wall.

Of course, this calculation is still very crude and may not be able to accurately determine the range of the axe's trajectory, and there may even be a risk of losing the weapon.

For those with weak willpower, or those who actively succumb to dreams and abandon reality, such dreams can be fatally destructive.

Meanwhile, under the watchful gaze of divine sense, the energy gathering point of the man in the officer's uniform was not like that of Vader, which retained a single C-level core, but instead became a multi-core network like that of Erenthe.

Similar to the magic circle in the mental hospital, this magic circle is also incomplete, so it is a magic circle that is constantly running to make it seem like the ritual is always going on. It also has a core element, which is the purple mist floating on the deep pit.

Perhaps because the man in the officer's uniform was stronger, this time the dream didn't dissipate as quickly.

Even so, he could only judge the approximate range of the axe's trajectory. When he caught the axe, he still took a few steps based on the axe's final trajectory.

He gripped the axe handle, watching the officer's movements.

He saw his mother stand up and straighten his disheveled collar.

She gazed at him, a gentle smile on her face.

"Let me look at you again."

I've written too much, so I'll combine the two later. I'll ask for votes at the beginning of the month.

Chapter 588 We'll meet again soon (Long chapter, please vote!)

When the illusory scene completely disappeared from sight, the whole world returned to the cold and bloody reality, and all that surrounded He Ao was a dim silence as dark as night.

He retracted the wooden box that had been extended and tucked it back onto his back.

The magic array engraved on the wooden box shone brighter, and after absorbing the purple mist, the power stored inside increased.

He Ao glanced through the glass curtain wall at the blood-stained pit, then slowly turned his head and walked towards the open door of the mainframe room.

Dream Weaver.

How many people can resist the temptation of their deepest desires and dreams?

He Ao's figure passed through the door and looked into the room that was flashing red light.

"Uncle Jess, what happened on your end? Why haven't you said anything for so long? Our internet is down, and it seems like they physically unplugged the network cable over there."

Viana's somewhat worried voice came through the earpiece.

For example, in the server room where Heo is now, these flashing light strips seem to be just the personal hobby of that hacker.

The head of the upper-level laboratory also came over, but when he saw He Ao standing calmly in the center of the laboratory, he realized that the situation was hopeless, and he fainted on the spot.

"Probably not,"

They returned to the fourth basement level and stood before the glass curtain wall.

Sweet, who was following behind Huen, also froze on the spot. Then he turned around, leaned against the wall, and began to dry heave.

"Therefore, the basis for his cooperation with us is not mutual trust. He does not need to have a deep understanding of us. He only needs to be sure that we have the same goals and that our positions are basically stable, and that we can leverage each other's strengths."

"You're welcome, you're important."

The elevator arrived, and He Ao stepped out, leaving the meeting room and heading out of the laboratory.

Hu En shook his head.

He Ao stopped smiling and stepped into the elevator.

"sorry to bother you."

He Ao put down the bracelet.

Many of the researchers on these three floors were former subordinates of Jess. Unlike the researchers who initially surrounded and killed Heo at the gate, they did not harbor much hostility towards 'Jess'.

He asked slowly.

He raised his bracelet and sent a message to Ryan.

Then she paused for a moment and said softly, "Thank you."

The silver elevator doors slowly opened to both sides.