Life Dungeon Game

News.

The news was simple: it was confirmed that the dead person Ishia was carrying was Sito.

He put down the bracelet and turned to walk towards the door.

Now, all obstacles have been removed.

-

The quiet night carried a slight chill.

The old man sitting in front of the chessboard looked up at the stars in the sky, then looked down at the chessboard in front of him.

There are very few black pieces left on the chessboard, and the black king has been removed from the board.

Just then, the monitor next to the old man lit up, and Bran in an officer's uniform appeared on the screen.

"You are hurt?"

The old man glanced at the bloodstains on Bran's chest and said calmly.

"It's a minor issue and won't affect the operation,"

Bran shook his head, then quickly continued,

"Sir, Dan is dead. All the tactical squads have been deployed to the high walls as planned. Most of the officers in the city defense force have accepted our bribes. With the news of Dan's death announced, the city is leaderless. The gates are all closed now. In twenty minutes at most, we can completely control all four gates."

"How is the Nolanca Mercenary Group doing?"

The old man slowly reached out and moved the black queen off the board, then looked down at the last few black pawns.

"According to the latest information, they are still on their way to this area and have not suddenly accelerated their march."

Bran answered quickly.

"Has the Glory Knight next to Krot been captured?"

The old man asked softly.

“No,” Bran shook his head, “but he is seriously injured. An injured C-rank is no threat, not to mention he is not strong enough to begin with.”

Then he stared at the old man outside the screen, seemingly waiting for the old man to give an order.

The old man stared at the empty chessboard before him, then suddenly reached out and knocked over all the chess pieces.

"Take action."

"Yes!"

Bran nodded vigorously.

The night seemed to darken in that instant.

-

West city

The small truck sped along the narrow road.

The enormous tentacle monster, which had lost its human form, pierced the walls with its tentacles, racing through the streets like a giant spider, chasing after the truck.

Even in the chaotic West City, this phenomenon is somewhat beyond comprehension.

Pedestrians on the roadside scattered and fled upon seeing the enormous monster.

A gang member covered in tattoos pulled back the curtains, glanced out the window, yawned, and then saw a giant tentacle spider flash past his window.

He was stunned for a moment, "Oh no, it's rising too fast."

Then he abruptly pulled the curtains shut.

Of course, ordinary people are not the monster's target, so as long as you stay far away and don't do anything reckless, you will basically not be attacked.

The small truck was also trying to lure the monster to areas with fewer people.

"Auntie, will we die?"

On the speeding truck, the beautiful woman gripped the steering wheel tightly to avoid being thrown out, while the 'little girl', already seated in the passenger seat with her seatbelt fastened, asked softly.

But the voice coming from the little girl's mouth was that of a boy.

A gust of wind rushed in through the driver's side door frame, which had been ripped off, and ruffled the woman's hair and makeup, revealing glimpses of her not-so-fair skin underneath.

"you

Are you scared?

The woman glanced at the 'little girl' next to her.

“The people of Green Olive Street are never afraid of death,”

The little girl shook her head, her gaze sweeping over the fried chicken shop flashing past the window. Suddenly, she paused and asked softly, "Auntie, do you think that one is delicious?"

"good to eat!"

The woman in the driver's seat nodded heavily.

The steering wheel in her hand suddenly turned automatically, and she turned into a side alley.

The monster following behind them suddenly overtook them, but quickly adjusted its position and caught up.

Just then, a somewhat anxious female host's voice came through the car radio.

"Dear citizens, we have just received an urgent notification that the city's information hubs located in the East and North of the city have been attacked by unidentified terrorists. This attack may cause the entire city of St. John to experience a complete internet outage."

"At the same time, we have also received news of attacks on several major power plants. We urge all citizens not to panic and to stay safely at home..."

The rest of the words were inaudible; all the host's voices were reduced to a cacophony of background noise.

In that instant, all the monitors on the street froze, as if the world had stopped for that one moment.

The internet is down...

The thought flashed through the woman's mind.

It was at this moment that she suddenly realized something.

He looked down at the wristband connected to the car.

This car appears to be driven autonomously via remote control.

Almost the instant she looked at the wristband, a sharp tug came from the seatbelt.

After losing control, the car braked suddenly!

The woman immediately stepped on the gas to restart the vehicle.

But it was too late. The enormous pillar-like tentacle monster had already caught up, and its massive tentacles pierced the back of the van as easily as inserting a piece of paper.

"it's over······"

A hoarse, terrifying sound, produced in a manner completely different from human speech, echoed through the sky.

The enormous tentacles were raised high.

boom--

That was the sound of something entering flesh.

The tentacle spider's body stiffened for a moment, then began to wiggle rapidly.

A massive broadsword descended from the sky and pierced the back of the tentacle spider.

A burly man, gripping the hilt of the broadsword, stood on the back of the tentacle spider, struggling to maintain his balance so that the spider wouldn't sway. Then, he suddenly pulled backward.

The writhing flesh was cleaved open by the massive broadsword, the monster's body trembled, and then slowly collapsed.

The woman in the driver's seat was stunned for a moment, before she could react, a figure walked out from the other side of the alley and stood beside her. "Sister, are you alright?"

"fine!"

The woman looked at the figure in front of her.

She was a beautiful woman with long, curly, brown-gold hair. She gazed at that face and let out a long sigh.

In fact, her appearance at this moment was basically the same as that of the woman, except that her makeup looked even more sinister, like that of a dead person.

This makeup look would definitely be noticeable during the day, but at night, especially in St. John's City where the streetlights are generally dim,

On the contrary, it was almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

"Thank you for your hard work. I've prepared a car for you. Just stay inside the car and don't come out no matter what happens."

Ishia reached out and unbuckled the woman's seatbelt.

"Okay, so this is the 'trap' you set up?"

The woman nodded, then asked with some doubt.

"Yes."

Ishia nodded.

"I thought the self-driving car was malfunctioning because of the internet outage."

The woman let out a long sigh of relief and smiled.

"This was unexpected. We didn't expect it to happen so coincidentally, right when the internet was down."

Ishia replied.

However, it was precisely that last sudden stop, which seemed to be a network outage, that lowered the monsters' guard and increased their chances of killing them.

The woman turned around and carried the 'little girl' who had unbuckled her seatbelt to this side to get out of the car—the passenger door was too close to the wall to get out. Then she glanced behind Ishia and asked, "Isn't Jiaxi here?"

"No, she has other tasks."

Ishia stepped aside to let the 'woman' and 'little girl' get out of the car.

These two were not her friends, but rather Jiaxi's 'friends'.

One was the owner of a cold drink shop in the Green Olive Street neighborhood, and the other was a little boy in the neighborhood who claimed that Jiaxi had once saved him.

The corpse was not the old man's corpse, but a disguised corpse of Nighthawk.

Their original plan was to find a 'double', then hire a good makeup artist or disguise artist to impersonate the body, and then find a way to make a fake corpse. However, they happened to meet that highly skilled 'mortician'.

The difficulty of the entire task was greatly reduced because of the presence of this mortician.