Life Dungeon Game

Chapter 838 There are no high walls on the stormy sea (Super long chapter, please vote!)

The undulating waves crashed against the rocks of the harbor, making a crisp sound under the night sky.

"careful!"

The red-haired woman gave a soft shout and glanced back at the dragon rider fighters that were chasing her from low altitude.

She raised her hand, and a jet-black dagger flew out instantly, piercing through the dragon rider's fighter jet.

boom--

Amidst the roar and flames of exploding fighter jets, she grabbed Veri beside her and led her into a deeper alleyway.

Snowflakes drifted through the gaps between the rusty shacks, landing on the two men's hair and shoulders.

"Are you familiar with this place?"

Veri glanced at the dilapidated shacks around her, then looked up at the approaching dragon rider fighters in the distance.

“I grew up here,”

Lena shrugged, wiping the mud off her cheeks, and glanced back at the dragon rider fighters in the sky. "These mercenaries are like hyenas, their noses are too sensitive, they actually managed to catch up."

She lowered her head and looked at Veri beside her. "We've been held back for too long. The B-rank mercenary group is probably already on their way. We need to leave immediately."

"it is good!"

Veri nodded quickly.

Her gaze swept over the surrounding shacks, and through the cracks in the rusty shacks, pairs of dry eyes lurked in the darkness, watching them.

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"Captain."

A loose military overcoat was draped over the man's charred body.

The man raised his hand, took a loose cotton hat, and covered his half-bald, half-burnt hair.

"Damn it, don't let me find out who fired the shot."

"Commander, here's your cigar."

A mercenary wiped the sweat from his brow and handed the man a lit cigar.

The man's charred lips parted, revealing snow-white teeth. He took a cigar out of his mouth, glanced at the mercenary beside him, and...

"What about the two little girls?"

"Commander, we've been encircled in the coastal area, but that red-haired guy is a bit troublesome."

The mercenary next to him quickly spoke up, raising his bracelet to reveal a holographic map.

On the map, two small red dots are moving rapidly toward the sea, while a dense ring of lights around them is quickly converging.

"fine,"

The man took off his cigar, exhaled a puff of smoke, and slowly walked forward. "Storm Sea is a dead end; they can't escape."

Two sparks flew from the cigar tip, disappearing into the dense, drifting white snow.

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Stormy Sea

The magnificent golden city isolated the thunder and the vast sea, its hazy light shining upon the fleshy mountains of the colossal monster.

Scattered raindrops pattered on the boy's red scarf. He looked up at the hazy golden light before him.

An endless, magnificent city stood before him, but his gaze fell upon it as if passing through only a hazy golden light.

How should we get in?

Captain Nissen stood beside the boy, gazing at the golden city.

He reached out, trying to touch the giant city, but only passed through a hazy veil of light and shadow.

The city seemed to exist in reality, yet also in a fantasy.

The boy carrying the knight's sword lowered his head, opened his left hand, and gazed at the golden brooch enveloped in a hazy glow.

Then he raised his hand and took out the finger bone fossil that he had been keeping in his pocket.

流

The flowing golden light outlined intricate lines on this finger bone fossil.

After he uttered the phrase 'Atomolaiye,' the finger bone fossil seemed to undergo some kind of change after being exposed to the contamination of the eternal light.

An inexplicable attraction emanated from the golden brooch, drawing the finger bone fossil along with it.

The boy released his grip, allowing the gold brooch and the finger bone fossil to come closer.

Both of these items were obtained from the old church leader Bright.

The gold brooch itself contains a power related to eternal light, while the finger bone fossil seems to have been modified by Bright, engraved with magic circle patterns, and is a 'knock-on stone' that can open any door.

The finger bone fossil suspended in mid-air and the gold brooch slowly approached each other, and then, in a hazy glow, they 'joined' together.

Fine lines lit up from the back of the gold brooch, connecting with the lines on the finger bone fossil to form a complete whole.

The finger bone fossil was embedded in the inside of the gold brooch, becoming a built-in 'clasp' for the brooch.

He reached out and took the new 'brooch', then fastened it to his scarf.

A faint, hazy glow emanated from the brooch, like a fine film enveloping his body.

Then he took a step forward, stepping into the dark void beneath the undulating waves.

boom--

Thunder roared overhead, and dazzling light spread from behind him all the way up to the golden city.

His foot slowly landed, touching the hard solid.

Buildings radiating golden light came into his view.

He turned around and looked behind him.

A hazy golden light obscured his back, and behind this golden light, flashing lightning and undulating sea could be vaguely seen.

As he suspected, Bright carried with him the 'key' to the true eternal kingdom of God.

The blood-red paper butterfly perched on He Ao's shoulder spread its wings, and dark figures gathered around He Ao.

"These buildings look like Winter City from over twenty years ago,"

Nissen looked up at the surrounding golden buildings and said with some emotion, "There wasn't even a United Industries back then."

He turned to look at He Ao, "What should we do next?"

He looked up at the front, lifted his foot, and said slowly, "Let's go to the square from more than twenty years ago."

In the quiet, golden city, only the soft footsteps of two people echoed through the somewhat dilapidated streets.

In this city from over twenty years ago, everything seems to have changed from the present-day Winter, yet everything also seems unchanged.

Dilapidated shantytowns still dot the edges of the city, and old buildings, obscured by time, only look slightly younger.

There weren't many streets, but they were still dilapidated.

Soon, the two arrived at a vast square, the former central square of Winter City, which had been demolished more than 20 years ago. In present-day Winter City, the square is now occupied by the towering Union Industries Building.

At this moment, in the square of this golden city, squares are drawn and densely packed with seats, as if preparing for some kind of celebration.

The boy's figure moved slowly forward along the path drawn by lines on the square.

His figure first passed through what appeared to be standing areas, then through cheap-looking plastic stools, then through slightly sturdier plastic chairs, then metal chairs, then solid wood chairs, and finally high-backed chairs decorated with genuine leather and filled with cotton.

The standing area is the largest and most extensive, but it is also on the outermost layer of the entire square. The more expensive the chair, the closer it is to the inner side of the square.

Each area has clear boundaries, with narrow lines separating these areas and the chairs.

Although it only takes a short step to cross these lines, they are like deep canyons, clearly separating different areas.

At the very center of the square, at the very end of all the areas, stood a temporary but exquisitely crafted lectern.

Above this exquisite lectern hangs a fine oil painting.

At the very center of this oil painting, an old man with a weathered face kneels on the ground, bathed in bright, even light.

The old man in the painting appears to be on the verge of death, yet his skin is as supple as a baby's, conveying an eerie sense of holiness born from the interplay of life and death.

At this moment, on this stage, an elderly man with gray hair is standing in front of an oil painting. His body is motionless. He seems to be admiring the painting, but he also seems to be in some kind of 'eternal sleep'.

Only when He Ao's footsteps stopped did he slowly turn his head to look at the boy's youthful face.

“I’ve considered many scenarios for visitors’ arrival, and I’ve guessed many ‘uninvited guests’ who might come here, but I never imagined it would be you,”

The old man's voice held a hint of a sigh, "But thinking about it, it really is only you who could find this spot."

He looked at the boy's thin, pale face with barely concealed surprise and curiosity. "So, how did you find out all this?"

"It's not difficult,"

He Ao shrugged slightly. "I've simply returned to where I started."

His tone was calm.

"Wasn't it precisely because of this that you bypassed Cong Cong's orders and directed that mercenary squad to 'reclaim' my 'coffin'?"

"You had someone tamper with their ship systems, ostensibly to put them on a mission, but in reality to prevent them from returning and to drown in the stormy seas, so that the truth they had ever 'approached' would be buried forever."

The mercenary team that came to 'salvage' He'ao, including the white-robed priest, were all members of the same prospecting team. They had ventured deep into the Storm Sea in search of new mineral deposits.

The direction in which 'Ilo's' nutrient capsule drifted away was the same direction they ventured into the Storm Sea during their last mineral exploration.

Because it was a route they had 'once' explored, they naturally became acquainted with the path to capture Iro.

When they went to 'reap the prey' with great joy, they did not realize that they themselves were the 'prey' being sent out.

The damaged navigation system and the B-class sea monster that 'happened' to appear at the bottom of their ship had already sealed their fate.

In the original 'plan,' they should have sunk into the raging storm sea together with 'Ilo'.

of course,