Life Dungeon Game

Cowen immediately drew his knife and stabbed forward.

He Ao turned sideways and flipped his sword, rotating it downwards ninety degrees, and once again deflected Cowen's bayonet.

The ice crystals under the flowing wind were shaken apart by the impact of the swords and blades. He Ao took the opportunity to raise his sword and thrust it forward, aiming for Ke Wen's chest.

Cowen immediately sheathed his sword, held it upright, and blocked the sword strike.

The slender bone sword already had some cracks on its blade.

Then he forcefully deflected the bone sword, swept the blade horizontally, and aimed it at He Ao's neck.

He Ao's body was slightly thrown off balance by the force of the blade. After being struck by the tentacles several times, his body was already very weak.

He immediately ducked and bent down to dodge Cowen's sweeping attack, then looked down and raised his sword to slash at Cowen's legs.

In that instant, Cowen's knife-wielding motion suddenly changed, the blade pointing downwards, piercing He Ao's back in a flash.

He Ao froze.

Koven took a step forward and placed one foot on the bone sword.

boom--

With a soft sound, the entire bone sword snapped off along the original crack, and half of the blade landed on the fleshy platform.

With a smile playing on his lips, Cowen abruptly pulled out the long knife that was embedded in He Ao's back. He Ao's body was thrown out and rolled once on the flesh-and-blood platform before reaching its edge.

The dim city lights beneath the snow curtain disappeared into the boy's dark eyes.

"It seems you really are going to die here."

Koven glanced at the blood on the golden longsword, then held the sword with both hands again, pointing it forward, and said with a sigh.

At this moment, He Ao slowly and unsteadily stood up. The howling wind blew through the boy's hair. He gripped the broken sword with both hands and glanced at the orange blood splattered on the flesh-and-blood platform.

Scattered snowflakes covered his feet.

I was originally planning to finish writing it right away, but I don't have enough time. I'll try to update it tomorrow at noon or in the afternoon! I can't do that!

Chapter 836 Sect Leader (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The tentacles' previous attacks had already left He Ao with wounds on his chest and back, and Cowen's sword strike just now directly connected these two wounds together.

Blood dripped down his tattered black robe, but He Ao's gaze remained fixed on Koven before him.

"That's really tenacious."

Koven stared at the boy before him, then suddenly raised his sword and swung it at He Ao.

He Ao also stepped forward, brandishing his broken sword and wedging the golden longsword to the side.

The broken sword tip, which had just been stepped on, was about one-third of the length of the bone sword. At this moment, the broken sword in He Ao's hand was two-thirds the length, but due to the incomplete reinforcement array, the strength of the sword was far less than before.

After this brief collision, new cracks began to spread along the broken sword's blade.

He Ao changed his sword stance, thrusting forward towards Ke Wen.

With his sword held upright in front of him, Ke Wen blocked He Ao's broken sword, and with a sudden burst of force, shook the entire broken sword away.

He Ao's wrist jerked, and he was thrown backward.

Ke Wen raised his leg and kicked out, striking He Ao's wrist with a spring kick, sending the broken sword flying through the air, off the flesh-and-blood platform, and into the drifting white snow.

"Little one, your body is weakening rapidly."

Cowen gripped the golden longsword, staring at He Ao. "Your own strength, and the strength you can draw upon, are all weaker than mine. How long can you hold out?"

Snowflakes landed on the golden blade and gradually melted.

He raised his long sword, thrusting it forward to stab Heo again.

He leaped forward, dodged to the side, rolled on the ground, and Cowen followed closely behind, repeatedly slashing down with his knife.

He quickly did several somersaults to widen the distance between himself and Cowen.

Then he slowly reached out, picked up the half-broken sword tip from the ground, held it in his hand with the tip pointing downwards, and stood up again.

At this moment, his position had been switched with Cowen's.

He had just rolled over to pick up this broken sword.

Ke Wen glanced at the tip of the sword in He Ao's hand, sneered, and raised his sword again to slash at He Ao's face.

This short sword had no hilt, so one could only grip the blade. The sharp edge sliced ​​through the boy's palm, and orange blood flowed down the blade.

He Ao gripped the broken half of his sword and blocked the long blade that Cowen was slashing at him.

He leaned forward, trying to catch Coven's longsword and close the distance between them.

His weapon is now shorter, so he needs to get close to have an advantage.

Cowen clearly realized this as well, and he suddenly raised his knife and slashed it under Heo's armpit.

He spun around to avoid the blow.

With a swift motion, Cowen gripped the knife in one hand, raised it high, and slashed at He Ao, who was still unsteady on his feet.

He Ao immediately raised his broken sword to block the slash, then gripped the broken sword with both hands, ignoring the blood flowing from his palms, and shook it upwards to deflect the long blade. He then took a step forward and approached Cowen.

He gripped the broken sword and thrust it into Cowen's chest.

Cowen immediately drew his sword to block Heo's broken sword. The blade and the sword tip collided again, and fine cracks spread across the sword tip.

However, He Ao seemed unsure about the change in the broken sword. The moment the sword tip was deflected, he quickly raised the broken sword and slashed at the back of Cowen's hand that was holding the knife.

At such a short distance, Cowen had no time to dodge.

So he immediately drew his knife and...

The blade leaves his hand, spins upward, and flies out. As he dodges He Ao's attack, his arm moves backward to form a small shield that protects his chest.

At that moment, He Ao seized the opportunity to thrust forward with the broken sword, aiming for Cowen's chest.

But in that instant, a sharp pain shot through the boy's chest.

The blade, flying through the air, was caught by Cowen's other hand, and he plunged it into Heo's chest.

Fresh blood flowed continuously down the golden blade.

"I win..."

With one hand gripping the hilt of his knife and the other still forming a golden glow to protect his chest, a smile played on his lips. He was about to say something, but the next second, his words abruptly stopped.

He reached out and touched his neck, only to feel warm blood.

Strands of bright red blood, glowing with an orange light, flowed down from the cracked broken sword.

"how come···"

Cowen opened his mouth, his eyes filled with disbelief.

From the very beginning, He Ao's target was not the chest, but the energy gathering point on Koven's neck. Countless probing attacks, and even the brief change in attack position to mislead others, were all preparations for this moment.

Bright's movement technique can be used not only to dodge but also to attack.

boom--

With a crisp sound, the broken sword shattered into countless glittering fragments amidst the falling snow.

The boy spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"What brings us closer to death is not weakness, but arrogance."

The snow fell heavier and heavier, covering their hair.

As Koven's life force gradually weakened, the massive flesh and blood platform rapidly disintegrated.

The Eternal Kingdom has no independent consciousness; it will not attack on its own initiative and relies entirely on Koven's control.

Or rather, the Eternal Esoteric School does not want the Eternal Divine Kingdom to have its own independent consciousness.

This is what He'ao deduced from the 'actions' of the Eternal Kingdom since his entry, and the 'slow movements' of those blood-red figures.

As a human being, Koven's brain has its limits, and his connection with the Eternal Kingdom is not that deep. He cannot make all the crimson figures come to life as if they were his own arms.

Of course, the outcome might have been different if he had merged with the Eternal Kingdom through 'gift' from the beginning.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world.

The connection built by that external 'gift' was 'erased' by Heo from the very beginning.

Since Koven did not merge with the Eternal Kingdom, his 'combination' with the Eternal Kingdom has a weakness, and that weakness is Koven himself, the 'manipulator'.

Once Koven is killed, this powerful eternal divine realm will once again fall into deathly silence.

So He Ao never intended to run away from the beginning; he was just using this method to force Cowen to come and fight him in person.

By retreating in order to advance, we invite the enemy into our trap.

Clearly, Cowen realized this as well. He didn't fall backward; instead, with his last bit of strength, he raised his head and smiled at He Ao, blood continuously spilling from his mouth.

"As expected, just as the Ancestral Master said, if I'm not careful, I really could die at your hands."

Just then, He Ao suddenly had a thought and looked up at the sky.

Endless radiance beneath the fluttering snowflakes

Emerging, streaks of golden light formed a distorted net in the sky.

The boy immediately leaned back, trying to pull out the golden longsword stuck in his body and break free.

The mechs in the sky also descended rapidly.

At that very moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

He Ao turned to look at Cowen in front of him.

The white-robed high priest before them was rapidly disintegrating, his body shattering, and he was gripping Heo's arm tightly.

"But you have ultimately fallen into the Papal's scheme. This is the cage prepared for you! You will never be able to leave here!"

The shattered, fleshy platform beneath their feet transformed into final tentacles, binding the two of them together.

Some kind of twisted ritual seems to have been initiated, ultimately activating the power of the Eternal Kingdom.

After the flesh-and-blood platform collapsed, the two people, now without support, plummeted to the ground.