Life Dungeon Game

Bayer snorted coldly.

But he didn't say anything more.

Arrogance is one thing, whether you can win a fight is another.

The man in the passenger seat saw that his boss had stopped talking and wisely didn't bring it up again.

In the dim silence, Bayer seemed to realize his performance was somewhat embarrassing. He glanced at the tower-like device outside the window and continued, "Once this is over, I'll write to the cathedral about this guy interfering with our capture of the traitor Swind... ah..."

He let out a soft exclamation and looked down at his side.

A thin, short-haired woman wearing a thin top was leaning against him, holding medicine in one hand and pressing the other hand on his wound.

Seeing him look over, the short-haired woman trembled and withdrew her hand, stammering, "Sir, let me apply the medicine for you..."

"Are you using so much force because you have a problem with me?"

Bayer grabbed the woman by the neck and slammed her against the car door.

The woman's eyes widened instantly as she suffocated, and she instinctively opened her mouth, struggling desperately with both hands.

"My lord, there is only one unbeliever pharmacist around here."

Seeing this, the man in the passenger seat whispered a reminder.

Upon hearing this, Bayer released his grip, gazing at the short-haired woman whose tears were streaming from the impact and the suffocation she had just experienced. He reached out and brushed her short hair aside.

"I remember that this filthy unbeliever's father and son were also brought along?"

"Yes."

The man in the passenger seat nodded; he instantly understood what Bayer meant. "They've all been anesthetized and are piled up in the back car. Should we...?"

"The eternal light teaches us to respect our elders,"

Bayer interrupted the man, withdrew his hand, and sat down in the chair.

Then, under the woman's hopeful gaze, he slowly said, "Wake her son up and bring him here. I think this lady will be happy to see her child screaming and crying in front of her."

"Yes!"

The man in the passenger seat nodded, opened the car door, and got out.

"don't want!!!"

The woman immediately lunged at Bayer, pleading, "Please, please don't!!!"

Bayer grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the car door again, looking at her coldly. "Unbeliever, you've got one thing wrong. The fact that I let you live is a gift in itself."

"You'll go to hell!!! Cough cough cough—"

The woman stared at him, tears streaming down her face. She struggled desperately, but his arm held her firmly, like steel.

He grabbed her neck.

"hell?"

Bayer seemed to have heard something funny and scoffed, "I will enter the eternal kingdom and live a life of eternal life without hunger. I will not die, nor will I go to the hell you imagine."

"On the contrary, it is you, the unbeliever, who will go to hell after death."

As he spoke, his gaze gradually descended, landing on the woman's disheveled and undone clothes, a result of her struggle. He grinned and said, "I think your child will want to see something even more interesting later?"

"don't want!!!"

Looking into his eyes and at his approaching body, the woman instantly realized something. She reached out to try and block Bayer, pressing down on his wound.

Bayer winced slightly, then withdrew his hand and tossed the short-haired woman into the gap between the driver and passenger seats, pinning her against the armrest between them.

The driver had already left, and the passenger had just gotten out of the car; there were only the two of them in the car.

A light frost covered the car windows again, separating the world inside and outside the car.

The woman looked at Bayer, who was pinning her down, in despair. She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything.

Her neck was still being gripped by Bayer, and it seemed that because she had just pressed on her wound, Bayer was no longer holding back.

A strong feeling of suffocation and tears covered her cheeks, blurring her vision.

Death seemed so close, so close that it felt like it could be touched.

But in that blurred vision, in that darkness that was close to death, there seemed to be a glimmer of light filling her eyes.

She knew it was just pure, natural light after everything had been blurred, but she still instinctively reached out her hand, trying to grasp that blurred, fading radiance.

boom--

The sound of shattering glass exploded behind her head, and a white 'light' pierced through the entire vehicle, through her vision, and through the already blurred figure of Bayer in front of her.

A warm liquid splashed onto her cheek, while the figure of Bayer in her field of vision was sent flying backward and pinned to the back seat of the SUV.

A slight, cool breeze blew in through the crack in the windshield.

click -

The rear door opened, and in the blurry vision, a thin figure stepped into the vehicle, carried by the drifting wind.

He radiated an unusual glow, like a candle igniting the soul, burning fiercely in the darkness.

A calm sound rang out in the silent carriage.

"Close your eyes and wait a moment."

The voice was somewhat childish and hoarse, yet it seemed to contain a gentle, comforting power.

Immediately afterwards, the figure reached out, pulled out the 'white light' that had pierced Bayer's body, slowly got out of the car, and closed the door.

The woman squeezed her body out of the gap, lowered her head, and closed her eyes.

There seemed to be intense gunfire outside, along with angry shouts from some people, interspersed with one or two loud explosions.

Finally, all the gunshots, shouts, and curses ended with a huge, deafening explosion.

The massive blast wave even shook the SUV, making it sway like a leaf floating in the air.

put.

After the explosion, everything seemed to finally quiet down.

The woman waited quietly until she was sure everything was completely silent before slowly opening her eyes.

The first thing she saw was Bayer's blood-soaked corpse sitting in the back seat.

His eyes were wide open as he stared ahead, his gaze filled with disbelief and shock in his final moments before death, his loosened clothes stained with blood.

The woman glanced at the corpse, pulled off the fur coat he was wearing, put it on herself, and jumped out of the car.

As a sudden gust of cold wind swept across her face, she instinctively shivered.

The pure white snowflakes drifted down under the streetlights, and in this snow-covered square, there were corpses overflowing with crimson blood everywhere.

In the very center of the square, the tower-shaped machine that emitted a blue light had vanished, leaving only scattered fragments still crackling with electricity and a deep crater.

She quickly looked away and followed the direction the man in the passenger seat had left, trudging along the red-stained snow.

After walking several hundred meters, she saw a body lying next to an SUV; it was the man who had just been sitting in the passenger seat.

He gripped a pistol, his eyes wide, and leaned back, disbelief flashing in his gaze.

The woman walked over, squatted down, and took the pistol from the man's still slightly warm hand.

Then she walked to the SUV and gently knocked on the door.

click -

The SUV window rolled down, and a young boy with tear-streaked face squatted on the back seat, glancing out. Upon seeing the woman's face, a flicker of surprise crossed his tear-streaked face, followed by a mixture of bewildered excitement. "Mommy?"

The woman suddenly pulled open the car door and hugged the little boy tightly.

"Mom, what just happened outside?"

The boy nestled in his mother's arms and asked softly.

Upon hearing this question, the woman looked up at the snow-covered ground, which was covered in crimson blood.

She gently embraced the boy's body, and in her vision, the figure seemingly shrouded in flames appeared once more. She spoke slowly, her words carrying a religious devotion.

"The flames scorched away the filth."

The silent snow fell on their shoulders.

······

In a nearby alley, standing next to a black SUV, He Ao turned his gaze away from the snow-white square.

The woman he had just saved had a very strong spiritual shadow, and she must have been someone with a high level of innate spirituality. He Ao could clearly sense that she had noticed the extraordinary power that the hidden observer was uncontrollably overflowing.

However, what attracted He'ao's attention even more was not the woman's spirituality, but the tower-like device used by the Eternal Tantric sect to block signals.

That was clearly military equipment.

He raised his wristband and glanced at the screen.

At this point, the bracelet's communication signal had been restored.

He opened the car door, got into the SUV, and set the location at '13 Ryan Street, Storm Zone,' the location the people in the private room had given him for the Eternal Secret Church.

-

Inside an old building on the west side of the Dead Tree Bar

“Via, it’s not too late for you to surrender now. Hand over the list of you heretics, and you can exchange it for your life.”

"No matter how much you persist on this path, it will only lead to your death when Lord Levens arrives."

Leren, whose body was covered in golden light, collided with Via, who was also covered in golden armor, and both of them were sent flying backward.

“You despicable heretics, do not try to taint my faith with your filthy doctrines.”

Via flew backward, crashing through a wall. He stood up, stared at Leren, and said angrily.

“Via, why are you so fixated on this? We believe in the same God, and our teachings are far more popular and closer to the guidance of eternal light than your heretical doctrines,”

Leren straightened up and looked at Weah. "Why cling to your foolish and outdated doctrines? Wouldn't it be better to open your arms, embrace the truth, embrace progress?"

"That's alarmist talk. Your self-righteous heretical doctrines are the real distortion of the guidance of the eternal light."

Via stood up, shaking off the dust. His golden armor was covered in cracks. He pressed one hand to his chest, touching the object fixed to it.