Life Dungeon Game

However, Endil's fighting skills and strength were not strong, far inferior to the archbishop who had almost driven Heo's offspring clone to the brink of death.

"Talent Sequence 180: Saint, this is not a combat-oriented talent sequence,"

Endil wiped the blood from his face and looked at He Ao. "It seems that with just B-level strength, I really can't beat you. However, this talent sequence can help me fuse with other things."

He looked up at the oil painting above him, then abruptly stopped. "Little guy, you are indeed very strong. I didn't expect to use this ability at this moment."

The oil painting "Baptism" in the sky suddenly shattered, turning into scattered rays of light that merged into the body of the old man in the plain robe.

In that instant, a twisted yet holy power spread from his body, supporting his entire form.

He Ao realized something was wrong and immediately started moving, pushing back to create distance.

Then, in that instant, the old man's body suddenly shattered, and endless radiance, like a tidal wave, engulfed all the surrounding buildings.

Then the radiance quickly rose upwards, reforming itself under the sky above the golden city.

A colossal illusion

A gigantic figure in a white robe, tens of meters tall, gathered in the sky, with scattered rays of light adorning his body like tassels.

The figure had a human form, but those who saw it subconsciously could not associate it with 'human'. On that seemingly holy and white face, there were no features, not even flesh and blood, only a pile of broken, twisted geometric shapes reflecting a faint glow and constantly writhing.

As He Ao gazed upon this body, holiness, etherealness, nobility, radiance, and countless distorted sensations surfaced in his mind.

It was as if this was the work of a god, an impregnable barrier.

The twisting force relentlessly tried to force Heo to grovel at the feet of this unspeakable, vast being.

Twisted praises exploded in He Ao's mind, blood tears welled in his eyes, and his whole body flickered for a moment.

Angel···

An incomplete angel.

Having completed his journey through the main world's underground palace, He Ao could now clearly discern the angels' states. The enormous phantom he was currently viewing resembled 009-2; both were incomplete angels.

However, 009-2 only has a single cell, while the 'phantom' in front of us seems to be incomplete and has a single cell.

That "Baptism" painting was actually a sealed, incomplete angelic artifact.

When He Ao saw "The Baptism" just now, he did not feel the pollution of the painting because its core had already been assimilated and controlled by 'Endir'.

Because of an angelic item, Endil was able to distinguish himself from the Old Eternal Cult and establish a new cult of eternal light.

Only then will he have the opportunity and ability to establish an eternal divine kingdom.

This is the origin of everything.

He Ao stared at the enormous phantom above his head, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

At that moment, the giant phantom lowered its head and faced him.

The pollution that invaded my mind was intense in an instant.

He Ao immediately realized something and tried to dodge, but when he looked up, he suddenly found that the space around him seemed to have been frozen into a distorted geometric shape.

Then he felt a sudden tightness around him, as if the enormous phantom had grabbed his body.

“Your resistance to pollution is astonishing,”

The phantom's face, now completely transformed into a geometric shape, flickered rapidly, and a huge, clear voice exploded in He Ao's mind in an instant, "It's all over, child."

He slowly clenched his fist.

The blood-red paper butterfly instantly lost its crimson color, turning into pure white. A terrifying power crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, grabbing He Ao's soul and threatening to tear his body and soul to shreds.

"It's not over yet..."

A hoarse voice struggled to emerge.

A crimson light burst forth from the boy's chest in an instant, tearing open his clothes to reveal the blood-red patterns beneath.

Blood outlined the pattern, creating a twisted 'K' character that resembled both a weapon and a writhing tentacle.

In that instant, a vast crimson radiance traversed time and descended from a distant space.

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Deep in the snow-capped mountains on the outskirts of Rock.

Countless strange beasts lay prostrate in the high mountains and forests, and in the very center of their field of vision, in the middle of that abandoned, towering building, a sleeping figure suddenly straightened up.

A crimson glow continuously emanated from his body before disappearing into the void.

Afternoon (confirmed)

I'm experiencing some writer's block. This is a super long chapter of over 6,000 to 7,000 words. I'm asking for votes as usual.

Chapter 841 The Battle of Angels (Mega Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

A violent pollution and a twisted killing intent filled He Ao's mind. At this moment, his consciousness was split in two, one part in the dark and enclosed abandoned building, and the other part in the magnificent and dazzling city.

In fact, even before He Ao had redeemed the [Usurper] character card, he was already thinking about how to utilize the power of [Usurper].

After using the character card to fully understand Nell's condition, he had more time to verify his ideas.

First of all, it's impossible to directly control Nel's movement, as that would disrupt the balance of power within Nel's body, causing him to lose control of his body, and then he would be unable to control anything that followed.

Since he couldn't use these powers directly with Nel's body, he changed his approach and thought about how to 'borrow' Nel's power, or more precisely, how to 'borrow' the power of the dead God of War through Nel.

Normally, to 'borrow' power, one must first contact a person in a high position.

The high-ranking being associated with Nel is the God of War, but directly praying to the God of War will certainly not yield results. It is highly likely that Ilo, and even Heo's other identities afterward, will have little to do with the God of War.

With most of the dead dead and only the god of war yearning for resurrection remaining, it was clear that he could not support the complex ritual structure.

But if one doesn't pray to the God of War, and since Nel himself doesn't have a high rank, how can one 'connect' with Nel through ritual?

At this moment, He Ao thought of another 'existence', 'K'.

He has verified that, in a mystical sense, 'K' can point to him, regardless of his identity; 'K' should be able to point precisely to him.

Conversely, could 'K' refer to an 'identity' he previously used?

Therefore, when he used the 'Nel' character card, he was constantly using the high-level mystical knowledge passed down from the God of War to study which symbols could point to Nel.

Typically, the symbols pointing to the retinue of deities contain altered deity symbols to indicate that they are retinues of a particular deity.

However, 'Nel' is not like that. After many attempts, Heo finally discovered that by incorporating the symbol of 'K' into some elements of the God of War, he finally obtained a distorted symbol of 'K' that could successfully point to 'Nel'.

Therefore, the symbol that He Ao finally obtained was a complex 'K' character that resembled both a weapon and a tentacle.

Although this symbol is several orders of magnitude more complex than 'K', it is itself a variant of the 'K' symbol, so this symbol still points to 'K', but at the same time it also points to 'Neil'.

This gave He Ao the feeling that 'K' pointed to a certain operating system, and this complicated 'K' was filled with a bunch of qualifiers, pointing to a certain hardware device running this operating system.

It points to both the operating system and the hardware device.

However, it seems that this 'special pointing' symbol can only be effective when the 'K' symbol is combined with a certain high-level symbol. In other words, it is possible that only characters with certain 'high-level conditions' can be linked through this special pointing symbol.

Since Heo himself is 'K', he doesn't need complicated methods to communicate this symbol.

The ritual can instantly connect to 'Neil'.

However, a mere communication symbol can only accomplish basic communication and temporarily borrow power; it cannot establish a channel for the descent of angelic power unless some 'higher-ranking' power becomes the foundation of this symbol.

Therefore, when He Ao used the 'usurper' ability, he used the brief high-level power to inscribe this symbol on his body.

However, this was his first time doing this in such a concrete way, so from the very beginning, he had been communicating with 'Nell's' body in a small-scale manner through symbols to adapt to this connection.

And now, he has fully activated this 'connection'.

After activating the 'connection', although he was still controlling 'Ilo's' body, a part of his mind 'descended' to 'Neil' in order to 'respond' to 'Ilo's' prayers.

It was a strange feeling; he was both the supplicant and the respondent.

However, this operation did indeed proceed as he had initially anticipated; he could directly "borrow" the power of the God of War through "Nel".

Even because these 'borrowed' powers did not linger within Nel's body and did not affect the balance within Nel's body, the power that could be mobilized was slightly more than the power that Nel could mobilize.

However, although these powers are not entirely under the control of the balance within Nel's body, they are still affected by the upper limit of Heo's soul. As the power of the 'gift' continues to increase, these enormous powers have reached the limit that Heo's soul can currently control.

Because there was no 'sacrifice' involved in this ritual, the power to maintain the transmission channel was also provided by Nel's side, and even though the distance was extremely close, there was still a high rate of attrition.

He Ao estimated that the power that would ultimately descend upon 'Ilo' would be roughly at the level of a crippled angel, and it wouldn't last long.

This made He Ao understand more deeply why the gods don't easily 'descend at their own expense'. If such a close distance results in such high losses, then the losses of those gods, who are often outside of endless space and time, must be terrifyingly high.

However, this is enough to show the 'enthusiasm' of a good friend who paid for the divination himself.

Of course, although He Ao's actual operation is very complicated, the progress of all of this in reality is actually very fast.

A dazzling crimson light instantly filled the sky filled with golden lightning. Then, the entire crimson sky began to fall, forming a huge vortex that blotted out the sun and surged into the body of the boy who was being held in mid-air by the illusory figure.

"What is this? Some kind of blessing? The 'god' you worship?"

The enormous white-robed phantom raised its head, its writhing geometric face gazing at the sky.

He continued to hold the boy with one hand, and the semi-transparent space solidified into an illusory geometric shape, sealing off the space around the boy.

At the same time, he raised his other hand and reached for the crimson light in the sky.

The space under the crimson glow fell silent for a moment, condensing into strange, translucent geometric shapes, like ice crystals floating in the air.

These illusory geometric shapes were linked together in a very short time, like an invisible hand covering the entire city, reaching out to grasp the crimson light of the sky.

These densely packed crystals grew larger and larger, until...

It covered the entire sky.

The enormous red funnel connecting the boy was severed in a very short time by the 'obstruction' of this expanding geometric crystal space.

Squeak—squeak—

A soft chewing sound came from under the golden sky.

The white-robed phantom lowered its head and saw that the 'boy' restrained in its illusory giant hand had already thrown a crystal eyeball into its mouth and was chewing it rapidly.

"You ate the Eye of Calmness? Are you insane?"

The geometric shapes on the white-robed phantom's face began to writhe rapidly, and a voice, vast and high yet tinged with surprise, echoed in the void.

At this moment, the boy seemed not to hear his words. While chewing on the crystal eyeball, he reached out and explored the illusory geometric shapes that sealed off the space around him.

A crimson glow enveloped the boy's body and flowed continuously from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth.