Life Dungeon Game

"Lady of Desire, with the help of the great god of knowledge, the great being standing on the eternally winding hill is about to return. I now clearly warn you that your death is imminent."

"If you don't want to be skinned alive by our great being, quickly show your sincerity, and also bring out your weak sub-body that everyone knows about. Our Winding Hill needs fresh sacrifices to revive, so I hope you'll think twice!"

Silence, silent silence.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into an eerie darkness.

Even Velent's roars fell silent. He stared at the sky in fear, the pressure emanating from his very soul causing him to tremble involuntarily.

He didn't know what Heo had done, but he knew that some terrifying, incomprehensible, and unfathomable existence was trying to descend.

The next second, above the radiant ritual array and below the valley suspended in the sky, the dim void suddenly rippled like water.

Countless purple rays of light overflowed from the rippling void, like a blazing sun gathering in the sky, before finally shrinking abruptly.

A phantom-like and beautiful human figure appeared in the air.

No one could discern His gender, nor could anyone clearly see His appearance, but at that moment everyone understood,

This is the most perfect 'beauty' in the world, regardless of gender.

The people in the city did not see Him, but everyone's heartbeats were pounding at that moment.

And that perfect figure looked down at He Ao on the ground. In that instant, the flesh and blood on He Ao's body suddenly exploded, and countless drops of blood stained him like a reddish-purple blood man.

Not

But He did nothing more. Instead, He looked up at the sky and at the upside-down hill.

Endless purple lightning exploded around Him, transforming into a surging ocean of lightning that surged upwards through the void and landed precisely in the hills.

The enormous, illusory hill trembled violently in that instant, and countless hills rose and fell, transforming into lines that intertwined with the lightning.

The distorted pollution rampaged through He'ao's mind, trying to tear his body apart, twist his will, and force him to grovel at the feet of that unapproachable being in the sky.

This is a projection of a god at his peak; a single glance from him carries the power to destroy everything.

But Heo did not fall. He staggered around and walked step by step to Velent's side.

He simply gazed calmly at the old man, and before he could speak, he slowly turned his head so that he looked up at the sky.

Velent seemed still prepared to accuse him of colluding with the witch of desire, but suddenly heard a slow and aged voice in his ear, "Do you want to know the truth about the Winding Hill?"

Then a blood-soaked arm pointed to the sky.

Velent was startled and looked in the direction the arm was pointing.

Beneath the vast ocean of purple lightning, the once illusory hills evaporated like boiling water falling into flames, revealing something deeper within.

That was the heart of the winding hills, a place Velent had never reached.

That was the place in the knowledge that the winding hill had given him, a place where the corpse of that high being should be kept, a place with the hope of ascending to angelhood.

At this moment, through his connection with the Winding Hill, he 'clearly saw' its original appearance amidst the destructive purple lightning.

There was nothing there.

Only the purple lightning, seemingly ever-present, relentlessly destroys everything.

Yes, he should have realized it sooner.

Since he was able to find information about the winding hills left by his predecessors, wouldn't there have been other crazy people who did the same thing as him during the ancient Great Cataclysm?

The things were taken a long time ago?

No, after everyone came into contact with the Winding Hill, no one seemed to doubt what was inside. The Winding Hill continued to attract people to make sacrifices, but those who made sacrifices never came to an end.

This in itself is a kind of 'pollution' that affects cognition.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, there was nothing in those towering hills. These massive hills were merely empty shells, deliberately disguised by some high-ranking being to deceive those who came after.

So, what he had been pursuing all along was just an empty shell?

He didn't feel sad, he just wanted to laugh, to laugh out loud.

【mission completed】

[Task evaluation and settlement in progress...]

[You will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return immediately (90)]

An aged, hoarse laugh echoed in the endless darkness, reverberating beneath the upside-down hills and the unfathomable phantoms of gods.

With the arrival of the Witch of Desire and the purple lightning enveloping the Winding Hill, Velent's aura has weakened after losing the power of the Winding Hill, and death is approaching step by step.

At that moment, He Ao placed his blood-stained hand on the wound on his chest.

Some kind of huge

The attraction flowed from He Ao's palm, gathering the extraordinary energy in his blood and then surging into He Ao's body.

This is a mutual attraction between talent sequences of the same pathway.

Just as auxiliary materials can draw talent sequences from the body of the dead, only this attraction is greater and stronger.

However, this does not seem to be an attraction of lower-level talent sequences to higher-level talent sequences. Rather, it seems to be a kind of 'absorption' of power from the same path by higher-level talent sequences.

He did not mobilize his forces to resist Heo's draining.

He simply turned his head to look at He Ao beside him, "So...so..."

The sky was filled with thunder, engulfing everything.

As the hills hanging upside down in the sky finally began to crumble, the illusory beauty slowly turned her head to look down at the city center park.

Huge, thunderous waves crashed down from the sky, engulfing the entire park.

The chessboard, which had been sitting quietly to the side, trembled, and the white king shook and fell off the edge of the board.

The next second, lightning swept across, engulfing the chessboard and the only remaining black rook on it.

It devoured everything in Central Park.

boom--

After the ritual presiding officer was lost, the ritual array in the sky collapsed with a deafening roar.

Without the ceremony host as a guiding light, the illusory perfection gradually dissipates.

He kept his eyes fixed on the earth beneath his feet, on the desolation left after the thunder's fury.

The flickering purple lightning gathered before him, but eventually dissipated along with his figure.

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South Gate, St. John

The magnificent, radiant greatsword cleaved the flying mech in two, and a figure emerged from the flames like a gust of wind, flying towards the man behind the flames and slashing down with the sword.

Bran looked up, then drew the dagger in his hand into a thin sword and raised it above his head.

boom--

With a deafening roar, the radiant greatsword struck the rapier, 'knocking' half of Bran into the ground.

Then the light dissipated, revealing a giant sword and the image of Fez with tattered clothes behind it.

"Fiss, after all these years, your strength has increased so much?"

Bran, who blocked Fies's sword, was in much worse shape than Fies. His body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and his body was stained red with blood that oozed a yellow glow.

"Because I have always been on the right path."

Fies raised his greatsword and slashed horizontally.

Bran held his rapier upright in front of him and took the blow head-on. He flew off the ground, crashing into and destroying more than a dozen massive trees behind him.

The two were no longer in the city.

After realizing that Fez was stronger than he had anticipated, Bran chose to fight and retreat in order to prevent Fez from interfering with the ceremony in the central park. He lured Fez to the south gate, then had the mercenaries controlling the south gate open it, leading Fez out of the city.

Seeing Bran stagger to his feet, Fies charged forward, sword in hand, and shouted, "Bran, it's not too late to surrender now."

Bran looked up at the city behind Fez, then at the inverted hills in the sky, raised his sword and clashed with Fez. "Fate will be on our side!"

And the instant he finished speaking

Suddenly, the two of them had a thought, stopped what they were doing, separated, and looked at the city behind them.

A vast and terrifying pressure emanated from the city center, followed by purple lightning that filled the entire upside-down hill.

Bran's expression changed, and he instantly realized something.

Fies took a few more steps back, increasing the distance between himself and Bran, and sighed softly, holding his greatsword, "Bran, surrender."

Countless rays of light shone from the depths of the mountains and forests, and figures covered in small armored vehicles appeared all around.

The Nolanca mercenary group's reinforcements have already arrived in the East and North cities, so Bran will only be able to lure him to the South city.

He had come all this way somewhat reluctantly.

Nolanca's miniature mechs are well-suited to mountainous environments. One or two units might be weak, but dozens lurking here can have an impact even on B-class mechs.

So he arranged for a mech unit to carry an extra set of energy batteries to cross the mountains and ambush them here long ago.

Bran thought he was being lured there, but he had actually walked right into Bran's trap.

"I see!"

Bran gave a wry smile. He didn't look at the mechs flying out around him, but instead looked at the purple lightning that was gradually destroying the hill.

Then he looked down at the rapier in his hand, "So fate has never been kind to us."

He held his sword horizontally in front of him, and under Fez's wary gaze, he suddenly pulled back and slit his own neck.

Blood splattered on the green leaves and seeped into the soft soil.

"Ugh."

Fies looked at the body lying on the ground and sighed softly.

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The next chapter will be tomorrow at noon.