Life Dungeon Game

Veri coughed, her face flushed, then looked around. "Is Mr. Lundant here? This Fallen Angel seems to be badly damaged."

Carrie watched her young mistress's clumsy attempt to change the subject, opened her mouth, and finally sighed helplessly, "He's here, I'll go find him for you."

As she spoke, she turned around and prepared to walk deeper into the convoy.

He Ao leaned against the metal plate, watching all of this unfold.

The promotion seemed far from over, but the pain he was experiencing had lessened considerably. Of course, even with the pain significantly reduced, it was still unbearable for an ordinary person.

The pain is especially exacerbated when moving around.

So even though he had just rested and regained some energy, he still tried to avoid taking any initiative unless absolutely necessary.

Carrie moved quickly; in a very short time, she brought over a middle-aged man with an electronic prosthetic eye and a mechanically modified arm.

“Mr. Rendant, the damage this time is quite severe. I’ll have to trouble you with this Fallen Angel mech.”

Seeing Lundant approach, Veri immediately took out a white identification card and handed it to the man.

"fine,"

Rendant smiled and accepted the identification card. "As long as Miss Veri trusts me, I'll make it look brand new in two weeks at most."

"It's troublesome."

Vera nodded her thanks immediately.

Rendant nodded and walked toward the mech's rope ladder.

At this moment, Vili pointed to an SUV at the front of the convoy, turned around and looked at He Ao, "Shall we get in the car and go back to the city together?"

"it is good."

He Ao nodded slightly.

Then he, Veri, and Carrie walked over together and arrived at the SUV.

Heo placed the metal plate and harpoon on the roof rack above the SUV, then sat in the back with Veri, while Carrie took the driver's seat.

Immediately afterwards, Carrie took the walkie-talkie and gave some orders for the convoy to set off, and the off-road vehicles started up.

"The snowy roads are difficult to travel; this trip will probably take several hours."

Vera sat down next to He Ao, skillfully pulled out a towel and a blanket from under the SUV, and handed them to He Ao, "Why don't you dry yourself off and get some sleep?"

Then she glanced at He Ao's clothes, which were covered in ice crystals, and said softly, "Do you need to change your clothes?"

"Need not."

He took the towel, wiped the ice crystals from his hair and the blood on his cheeks, then looked at the blanket that Veri had been extending towards him, and reached out to take it.

Seeing him take the blanket, Veri smiled, then pulled out another blanket from underneath and covered herself with it.

on.

The convoy moved slowly forward, with the now-unusable Fallen Angel mech flying above it. After entering a clear road, the convoy split into two groups.

He Ao's group headed north, while the group with the Fallen Angel mechs headed south.

"A little further south, there's a wilderness wanderer camp. We have some connections with the person in charge of that camp, and they'll be resting there for a while."

Vili looked at the convoy heading south and explained softly.

"Ah."

He Ao nodded gently and slowly closed his eyes.

He didn't actually fall asleep. Even after he closed his eyes, his 'vision' still existed, only he lost the vision of an ordinary person and was left with only that extraordinary vision filled with distorted patterns.

Beside him, Veri covered herself with a blanket, lay down on the chair, and fell into a deep sleep.

He Ao shifted his gaze to the distant sky.

Strictly speaking, the distorted 'patterns' on this snowfield are far fewer than those on the stormy sea, and even on land, they are relatively rare.

The direction in which the distorted patterns are most concentrated in the surrounding area is the direction they are heading—the direction of 'Winter City'.

The further the convoy went, the denser the patterns became.

A long convoy drove through the silent snowfield under the tranquil night sky.

Everything was so quiet, as if all life had been hidden beneath the white snow.

The convoy moved very slowly, and sometimes when they encountered roads blocked by snow, they had to have large snowplows clear the snow ahead to clear the way.

Twisted whispers echoed in He Ao's ears. In this utterly silent environment, He Ao sometimes couldn't tell whether these whispers were his own private conversation or some kind of eternal echo between heaven and earth.

At that moment, he seemed to hear a kind of 'call' or a kind of low 'pulling' in these whispers.

He tried to immerse himself in the whispers, and the pain in his body gradually subsided.

The distorted patterns around them seemed to fully 'unfold' at this moment.

He felt as if he had entered a higher 'dimensional' perspective. When he looked at the patterns before, he could only perceive that they contained some kind of strange 'truth'. But now, he seemed to be able to 'peek' at a corner of this truth.

The projection of a ball onto paper is a circle. Two-dimensional creatures living on paper will always perceive it as a circle; they never have the concept of a 'ball'.

Now, He Ao's gaze seemed to pierce through the 'paper' and see the 'sphere' suspended above it, and the 'truth' hidden beneath the surface.

The noisy whispers gradually quieted down, as if they had completely disappeared, or as if they had merged into He'ao's soul.

The indescribable shapes that unfolded from the chaotic patterns also emerged from the surrounding void, swaying and dancing around He Ao.

At this moment, He Ao seemed to be standing on some strange 'dividing line'.

If he takes just one step over it, he will be able to glimpse the eternal 'truth' of this world.

The distorted whispers transformed into a stirring song, as if a call from the deepest part of the other shore.

To glimpse the truth, to understand the truth

Integrate with the truth.

He Ao stood on this dividing line, then turned his gaze to the magnificent city in front of him, which was covered with twisted patterns.

Within those various patterns, there seems to be some hidden yet intense power.

He Ao's gaze continued to penetrate deeper, trying to find the power hidden in the deepest part of the pattern.

boom--

At that very moment, a violent 'explosion' rang in his ears, and a dazzling light filled his entire 'vision'.

The radiance was filled with all sorts of distorted shadows, which seemed to be twisted souls.

In that instant, distorted praises exploded in He Ao's mind, terrifying pollution acted on his body, and at the same time, a strong repulsive force 'expelled' him from this dazzling light.

During this process, some fleeting glimpses of those dazzling lights also passed through his 'field of vision'.

It seemed to be a garden filled with exotic flowers and plants, a magnificent villa, a long corridor filled with gourmet food, and beautiful dancers performing on a stage.

These phantoms were all so 'wonderful,' so 'wonderful' that they seemed to live in an ideal world.

Amidst these fragmented illusions, He Ao withdrew his 'gaze,' his thoughts slowly sinking, breaking free from the call of those 'truths,' and his consciousness returned.

The twisted patterns that had unfolded gradually folded back, the dim whispers turned into clamor again, and the excruciating pain that spread throughout his body once more took over his consciousness.

Everything around him returned to 'clarity', and he could no longer find the 'dazzling light' hidden in the pattern.

He slowly opened his eyes and wiped away the blood flowing from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

This is the damage caused to the body after the pollution overflows from the soul.

At the same time, a tremendous sense of weakness swept over him, which seemed to be the price of entering that 'critical state of truth'. He felt that he had dragged on the countdown of his life a little longer.

As his consciousness returned to reality, the feeling of peering into all 'truth' slowly disappeared, and everything he had 'understood' from a higher-dimensional perspective became incomprehensible.

This knowledge had not completely disappeared from his memory; it was just that he could no longer understand it. However, the 'phantom' left behind by that dazzling light remained in his mind.

What is that? Eternal light? And what are those 'beautiful' illusions?

He Ao turned his head to look out the window, and the towering walls gradually came into view.

They are almost at Winter.

He did not attempt to enter that 'critical state of truth' again, firstly because his current physical condition could not support another attempt immediately, and secondly because the light seemed to have 'hidden' itself after being 'examined'.

The pain in my body has lessened considerably, so it seems the 'promotion' is indeed coming to an end.

In the Jess instance, Heo once entered a similar state of 'peeping' at the truth, but that state was corrupted by a hidden being above the angels. In fact, he was in a state of madness, seeing the world through the 'eyes of a higher being'.

Therefore, the 'truth' we see is biased; the closer it is to the 'knowledge' that pollutes his higher-level existence, the easier it is for him to 'peep' at it.

What He Ao just entered in the 'Truth Critical' state was pure 'truth', but he could not understand most of it.

And unlike Jess's previous madness state where he could spy, in this state he seems to be able to see something hidden in the 'lower reaches' of the world.

In summary, this is not simply about increasing comprehension and understanding, but rather about developing observational skills.

The object of observation is a deeper, more intimate 'world' of truth.

This sounds like an ability to easily see things you shouldn't see.

While Heo pondered, the convoy had already arrived outside the towering city gates of Winter.

Kaven, next update tomorrow at noon.

Chapter 762 Eternal Kingdom (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

However, they did not enter the city smoothly, but were stopped by the city defense troops at the gate.

At this moment, Veri also woke up. She fumbled under the blanket with her hand, as if searching for something.

At the same time, a city garrison soldier walked over, knocked on the window, and asked in a low voice,

"Miss, are you the head of this caravan? We've received a report that a group of bandits calling themselves the Twilight Society attacked a caravan outside the city. We suspect they might be disguising themselves to enter the city, so we need to thoroughly inspect your caravan..."

The rear window of the SUV rolled down, and a long blanket covered Veri's body. She raised her hand, her smooth arm extending out from under the blanket, and showed a work ID to the soldier. "Do we still need to check?"

"You are from United Industries..."

The soldier took the work permit, glanced at it, paused, and handed it back to Vera. "Please wait a moment, I need to consult with my superiors."

The soldiers then retreated to a place far away from the convoy and said something on the walkie-talkie.