Life Dungeon Game

The right-hand missionary sitting in the middle did not stop his subordinates, but looked at Heo with great interest, seemingly anticipating Heo's reaction.

Seeing that his actions went unpunished, the man with the gun grinned, pointed it at He Ao's head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

puff-

Bullets splattered and struck the wall, and bright red blood gushed from the back of the gunman's neck.

All of this happened so fast that no one had time to react.

It wasn't until He Ao pulled the dagger from the neck of the gunman and let the man's body fall to the ground that the remaining three realized what was happening and immediately drew their guns and pointed them at He Ao.

"Something's up his sleeve,"

The right-hand missionary slowly rose, wiping the last trace of blood from the blade with a white cloth. He looked at Heo and said, "Lenke, your strength deserves another chance to choose."

A faint flame pattern flashed across his brow.

"Great chaos will grant you greater power and fulfill all your desires. Join us."

You will obtain the truth of eternal chaos.

His voice was calm, as if he had already decided He'ao's fate, the cold blade reflecting a faint, eerie light, "Or you can choose to become a sacrifice to chaos."

"So, are your beliefs really confused?"

He Ao didn't answer him directly, but instead looked at him with a smile. "Isn't your organization a kind of 'order'? You talk about confused beliefs, but you actually do things that betray faith. Aren't you afraid that one day your god will discover you blasphemers and punish you all by striking you down?"

Upon hearing this, the so-called right-wing missionary was stunned, and his three remaining armed 'believers' exchanged bewildered glances.

For an ordinary, thuggish organization that operates under the guise of chaos, Heo's words are essentially meaningless, but for true 'believers,' they possess a certain fatal edge.

Their actions contradicted their beliefs, and this moral clash was fatal to believers.

He Ao took in the reactions of everyone present.

It seems that the 'chaos' these people believe in is not just a random excuse, but something that actually exists.

As for the deity associated with chaos, there was only one that He Ao could think of: the God of Chaos, his 'old friend' whom he had dealt with in the dungeon world.

In fact, the question He Ao just asked is the core reason why the Church of the God of Chaos in the dungeon world has been embroiled in internal strife for hundreds of years, and why it has never formed a strictly organized church.

The pursuit of chaotic ideas is clearly incompatible with a church with strict order.

The Church of Chaos in the current instance world is founded on an interpretation of the basic doctrines of Chaos, namely,

Order is for the sake of chaos.

Of course, that's something for the version after that.

In the main world, the original version of the Church of Chaos seems to have not even fully grasped the doctrines of the God of Chaos, and has simply formed an organization based on human instinct for order.

When Heo presented them with the leading version of the doctrinal debate, they were naturally bewildered.

“You see, you don’t really seek chaos,”

Looking at their expressions, He Ao grinned and said, "They're just a bunch of pathetic bastards who band together for warmth and a little profit under the guise of chaos."

"you!"

A hint of anger finally appeared on the right-hand missionary's face. "So, you're saying you're unwilling to accept our 'recruitment' and join us?"

"to join you guys?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Join a chaotic church where the understanding of 'chaos' is inferior to that of an outsider like me?"

He chuckled, gently spreading his hand. The blood from the dagger dripped down the blade into the soft soil. "Sorry, I have no interest in having a weak fool as my boss."

The right-hand missionary raised his long sword and stared at Heo. "Boy, you're smart, but in this world, intelligence isn't everything. Arrogant fools always pay the price for their conceit."

A flame emblem encircled by a ring appeared between his brows, emanating a terrifying and twisted aura from his body.

It spread out from above.

His muscles bulged almost instantly, bursting through his gray-white clothes, and in the blink of an eye, he swelled into a small giant three meters tall.

"The boss is angry, this kid is dead meat."

"Quickly, go and call everyone out of the house."

The men standing next to the right-hand missionary immediately stepped back.

"Is that a gift from the gods...?"

The red-haired man standing at the door looked at the raging, muscular giant. He was too lowly to even be qualified to go deeper inside.

The once fierce longsword, held in the hands of that terrifying giant, looked like a child's plastic toy.

"I didn't need to use this form to kill you originally,"

The right-hand missionary, now a muscular giant, grinned, revealing enormous, sharp, white teeth that had grown from his flesh.

"But your arrogance has thoroughly enraged me. With your shallow experience, you have probably never seen such power that surpasses the peak of C-level, never seen such a great gift from chaos."

"You think that the small space you see is the whole world, and you think you are the king of the world because you stand among a group of cowardly beasts."

He raised the long sword in his hand high, "Now, I will tear apart your narrow world of self-importance, smear your brain on the ground, and let you see the real sky."

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the night, bringing a sudden sonic boom and terrifying force as it cleaved down.

Flying stones and mud covered most of the garden, but the expected bloodshed did not appear.

What about people?

The right-hand missionary slightly widened his eyes, trying to find the figure that should have been under his blade.

But as he turned his gaze, he was met with a sharp pain in his neck.

The vanished figure had somehow reappeared beside his head, perched on his shoulder, and plunged a sharp dagger into his throat.

“Sorry,” Heo grinned, “you might think I’m bragging, that I’m looking down on you, that I’m belittling you, but…”

As he spoke, he gently pushed the hilt of his dagger, and the sharp blade sliced ​​open the muscular giant's throat, severing his trachea, carotid artery, and the energy gathering point in his throat.

"I'm just stating the facts objectively."

The giant tried to speak, but the gushing blood had already blocked his throat, and the scattered energy within his body destroyed his form.

"Fire! Cover the boss! Fire now!"

A scorching bullet flew past He's cheek. The three henchmen who had retreated returned, bringing with them a large group of people who had been in the house, trying to cover the right-hand preacher who was being 'attacked' by He.

Want to see real 'chaos'?

He gripped the hilt and pulled the dagger from the right-hand missionary's neck.

Then, stepping on the muscular giant's forward-leaning body, he leaped into the air.

Blood became the only rain under the clear night sky, splashing onto the pure white roses swaying in the wind.

The power from the gods is dissipating along with the passing of the Right Missionary.

The right-hand missionary lying on the ground could clearly feel the pulse of that 'gift,' which was not for him, but for the person who had plunged the dagger into his body.

Slaughter, madness

Chaos, that's what pleases the gods.

Clearly, the other party's understanding of the chaos is indeed correct.

Even his gods preferred this 'enemy'.

When the last body fell to the ground, the flowing blood almost filled the flower soil, He Aocai stepped out, his feet stopping beside the right missionary.

He picked up the white cloth that was mostly stained red on the ground, turned over the still clean part inside, and calmly and composedly wiped the blood off the dagger.

Then he threw the white cloth on the ground, landing it in front of the right-hand missionary's wide-open, now dull eyes.

The stench of blood in the air was so strong it seemed almost tangible, and the red and white roses swayed alternately.

He Ao walked to the doorway, where stood the last and only survivor of this courtyard, the red-haired man who had brought He Ao there.

He looked at He Ao tremblingly, his mouth quivering, unable to utter a single word.

From the very beginning of the battle, he wanted to run, but fear took control of his body.

He Ao dealt with the Right Missionaries so quickly that he also took down their henchmen almost one by one with each strike, without stopping or even glancing at them.

This couldn't be called a battle at all; it was a massacre, a one-sided massacre.

He knew very well how powerful the people in this courtyard were; most of them were ruthless thugs who would stab someone in the heart at the slightest provocation.

Only such thugs could gain the boss's favor, enter this courtyard, and become key figures in the boss's life.

He was just a gofer, and he usually didn't even dare to make eye contact with these people.

But these terrifying thugs were now being killed as easily as lambs without any resistance. Their bodies lay on the ground, their blood soaking into the soil, looking no different from the ordinary people they had killed.

What's most terrifying is that the seemingly invincible 'boss,' who appeared to be like a god on earth, was easily killed by 'Lenke' like a chicken.

Fear gripped the red-haired man's entire body. His legs felt like lead, and he couldn't move. He couldn't, and dared not, run away. He was also afraid that the 'disaster' he had brought would shift its attention to him if he tried to escape.

Even so, 'Lenke' stopped in front of him.

"Is there a problem?"

He Ao stopped and looked at the red-haired man's trembling lips with a puzzled expression.

Is disaster finally about to befall me?

The red-haired man looked at He Ao, mustered his courage, and took a deep breath. "You've killed so many people, including the boss. You've completely offended the Church. Aren't you afraid of being hunted down by them?"

Why are they hunting me down?

He Ao glanced at him with a smile, "They should thank me."

Red-haired man: ?

Then he watched as He Ao sheathed his dagger and walked out of the courtyard.

No, you didn't kill me?

After a long while, when the street was so quiet that there was no sound at all, the red-haired man finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He glanced tremblingly in the direction He Ao had left, then shakily pulled his phone out of his pocket.

We need to report these things to our superiors.

Is this guy crazy?