Life Dungeon Game

The drifting snowflakes landed on the moving muzzle of the gun and were instantly melted.

Bright red flowers also bloomed under the white snow, seeping into the snow piled up on the street.

The boy continued walking without stopping, and four or five bodies fell to the ground in an instant among the people gathered around the taxi.

"Cover! Find cover! Grenades, throw grenades!"

The burly man who was initially going to open the door for Garold fired his gun while turning his head to shout loudly at the crowd.

boom--

Then, the next second, a bullet pierced his temple and went through his brain.

He stared wide-eyed at his surroundings, seemingly not expecting to die so quickly.

Seeing this, Garold, who was standing behind him, did not hesitate to draw a pistol from his waist, firing as he quickly retreated, shouting, "Cover me! Cover me!"

At the same time, he shouted into the tavern, "Sir! Help!!!"

boom--

A man in black standing at the front glanced at his fallen comrade not far ahead, then at He Ao who was about to approach. His expression hardened, he pulled out a grenade from his waist, removed the fuse, and raised it high.

However, just as he was about to throw the grenade, Heo had already walked up to him and looked up at him.

The boy pulled a black pistol from his waist, kicked it with his heel, cocked it with one hand, twirled the pistol in his hand, raised the muzzle, and in the blink of an eye, it was pressed against the black-clad man's chin.

boom--

As a huge red flower bloomed on the back of the man's head, the boy put away his pistol and brushed past the man.

boom--

The deafening explosion behind him melted the cold snowflakes and ruffled the boy's clothes.

All the gunfire seemed to stop at that moment, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the thin boy's profile illuminated by the firelight.

The battle seemed to have started in the blink of an eye, yet most of those who had been alive and firing shots were already lying on the ground.

Blood splattered on the rusty iron pillars and on the icy pavement, in the dim light.

It reflects a cold color.

The next second, a white figure rushed out of the bar. He glanced at He Ao, who was holding a submachine gun, and the pendant on his chest emitted a faint glow. Golden semi-transparent armor instantly enveloped his body, and a golden longsword materialized in his hand.

Without hesitation, he charged toward Heo, shouting, "Demon, die!"

The bullet struck his golden armor and was instantly deflected.

He grinned maliciously, wielding a longsword, his speed increasing rapidly. "Accept the purification of eternal light!"

He Ao looked at the man in gold armor rushing towards him, glanced at the submachine gun whose magazine was empty, tucked the submachine gun inside his clothes, and then jumped sideways to the other side of the street to the closed shops.

The roof at the entrance of this shop has partially collapsed and is being supported by some rusty steel rods.

One of his men, who was hiding under the roof next to the vehicle, spotted Heo. He immediately pointed his gun at Heo, ready to fire, but Heo raised his pistol faster and pulled the trigger.

boom--

With a gunshot, his body fell backward.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao's free right hand grasped one of the rusty steel rods, and with a forceful pull, the simple weld of the steel rod was broken open, and the entire steel rod was snapped off by He Ao.

At that moment, the man in the golden armor caught up. He glanced at the steel rod in He Ao's hand, sneered, and swung his golden greatsword at He Ao. "Underestimating the power of the Eternal Light will get you killed, brat!"

He Ao looked up at him and suddenly whispered, "You participated in the killing of my parents?"

"Ok?"

The man paused for a moment, then contemptuously raised his sword and continued slashing, "I don't know who your parents are, but since you are an enemy of the Eternal Light, then your parents are too. You both deserve to die! I'll send you to meet your parents right now!!"

He Ao didn't say anything more. He held the stick in one hand, covered it with his divine sense, and instead of retreating, he charged forward.

As He Ao charged over, the mockery in the man in the golden armor grew stronger. He seemed to find it hard to believe that this child, wielding a rusty steel rod, dared to stab the armor bestowed by the Eternal Light.

That mocking look lasted until the steel rod collided with the golden armor.

Then he saw the rusty steel rod easily pierce his golden armor and penetrate his body.

However, he didn't have time to be surprised, because the rusty steel rod pierced through his chest almost without stopping, passing right through his heart and exiting through his back.

The pendant, shimmering with golden light, shattered with a crash, and bright red blood splattered out along the rusty steel rod.

However, He Ao's actions did not stop. He used the steel rod to carry the man's body backward, returning to the middle of the road. He then got up, jumped up, and with a snap, slammed the steel rod into the concrete ground.

The white-robed man's pierced corpse was suspended in mid-air, supported by steel rods, his face turned upwards towards the sky.

Blood flowed continuously down the rusty steel rod onto the ice shards on the ground. His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief in his final moments.

Snowflakes fell as He Ao, carrying a pistol, passed by the man's corpse.

He looked up at the alley next to the bar.

At this moment, Garold was leaning against

At the alley entrance, he looked at He Ao with some shock.

"shot!"

He saw He Ao looking at him, and without hesitation, he roared and suddenly fired several shots in He Ao's direction before shrinking back.

Gunshots rang out again in the street.

He looked up at the huge, rickety neon sign on the roof of the alley, which was only half lit, and then raised his gun.

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bang bang bang-

The gunshots outside the alleyway became increasingly sporadic, with some even grazing the top of the alleyway.

Garrod leaned against the wall of the alley, panting heavily.

He hadn't faced death so clearly for many years since he stopped being a mercenary.

He didn't know why the little monster had turned out this way, nor how it had managed to escape from the stormy sea.

Those bastards in the Eternal Cult are all braggarts. The priests inside are all idiots with their brains all messed up. They even boast to him that even if there are powerful superhumans hiding behind the scenes, they can easily deal with the priests they send.

All he saw was that stupid priest being easily dealt with.

He glanced at the alley entrance again, but this time, instead of sticking his head out to shoot Heo outside, he looked into the depths of the alley.

From the moment the gunshot rang out, he sent out a message for help. If he could join forces with the support of the Eternal Secret Cult, he would have a chance to live.

After only a brief moment of hesitation, he abandoned the idea of ​​fighting alongside his men who were still holding out outside and ran toward the exit on the other side of the alley.

creak-

Just then, he suddenly heard a piercing sound coming from above.

He looked up and saw that the huge neon sign that had been hanging above him seemed to have lost some key link, suddenly breaking free of all its restraints in the blowing wind and falling from the sky.

Without hesitation, Garrod immediately ran forward.

He was incredibly fast, his face flushed, and he ran forward recklessly, covering nearly ten meters in the blink of an eye.

boom--

But at that moment, the huge light board crashed to the ground.

Even though he dodged quickly, he was still hit by some scattered structures, fell to the ground, and then had his legs pinned down by the huge light board structure.

Intense pain shot through his legs as he struggled to lift the sign, but with all his might, he could only move it a little.

He could only move his legs outwards little by little.

Just then, the sound of footsteps on metal slowly rose from not far away, growing closer and closer.

At that moment, Garrod suddenly realized that the gunfire outside seemed to have stopped for quite some time.

Soon, a thin figure wearing a long down jacket appeared in his field of vision, standing on the metal structure of the light sign, looking down at him quietly.

"Uncle Garrod, it's been a long time."

A cold, hoarse voice then rang out.

"The last time we met was when you were nine years old,"

Garrod gave up struggling, propped himself up with his arms, and looked at Heo, "You've grown taller these past few years."

"So, what wrong did our family do?"

He Ao stared at him calmly.

"No, you're not wrong,"

Garold chuckled. "Your father is as reliable and considerate as ever."

Everyone trusted him; he was upright and kind, full of personal charisma. Of the five veterans in the company, all but me were willing to fight alongside him to the death. Even I, in the beginning, was willing to follow him because of this charisma.”

He turned to look at He Ao, "But child, you must understand that in this flawed world, honesty and kindness are themselves a mistake."

"Honesty and kindness do not become a mistake simply because the world is wrong, nor should they be a reason for honest and kind people to be killed."

He Ao calmly continued, "So whose interests did he infringe upon?"

Garold didn't answer immediately, but instead stared at Heo's face. "Your family all look alike,"

His hands were behind his back, carefully groping around. "You all know very well what you are facing. Your father was the same. He actually knew what the consequences of his decision would be, but he still did it."

"You're unwilling to share the consequences with him."

He looked at him. "Is this why you betrayed me?"

"certainly,"

Garrod chuckled.

"You have to understand that not everyone can tolerate the cost of what is considered the 'right thing'."

"This company was established by your father and me. I was willing to follow your father back then because I wanted to live a better life, live in a big house, and drive a big car."

“He’s willing to go back to when we had nothing and live that ascetic life again, but I can’t do that.”

He reached his hand into the pocket behind his waist.

"Is it the Eternal Secret Cult? And related to the Security Federation?"