Life Dungeon Game

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"Is it over?"

Standing on the top floor of the United Industries Building, Lena looked up at the end of the stormy sea where the brilliance had faded.

"Um,"

Vera lowered her head and pressed her hand to her chest. "It's over."

Behind her, the dark clouds covering the sky cracked open, revealing scattered starlight, and snowflakes mixed with raindrops drifted onto the faces of passersby.

The flowing wind swept through the entire city, blowing through the strands of pedestrians' hair, through the scattered snow and rain, and also dispelling the veil that weighed heavily on everyone's heart, fluttering in the wind.

Mission accomplished! Time for a break!

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Chapter 844 Candlelight (A super-large chapter combining two parts, please vote with monthly tickets)

"Wright, you can't kill me!"

In the snow-covered streets of Novette, standing amidst the ruins of buildings, Lutz, his body shrouded in black, clutched the wound on his chest, his face contorted with rage as he stared at the middle-aged man before him. "My mercenary group is an unofficial member of the Rockwell Consortium. If you kill me, you will offend the Rockwell Consortium. The depth and influence of such an established consortium is beyond your comprehension."

"Um,"

Wright twirled the short sword in his hand, staring at Lutz before him. Lutz's clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds. "Your mercenary group doesn't have a federally licensed mercenary group qualification, does it? You're from Rockwell Energy Group."

He paused, a smile playing on his lips, "So, Rockwell Energy Group is secretly maintaining more than one unlicensed mercenary group, and even allowing this mercenary group to collude with a cult to enter the largest city in the Northwest. What is Rockwell Energy Group trying to do? Conspire to overthrow the Federation?"

Lutz's previously threatening and ferocious expression froze upon hearing those words. "Don't talk nonsense. I didn't say that."

Then, as if he had thought of something, he slowly raised his hand, held the scythe above his head, and knelt down on the ground. "I surrender. I am willing to accept the Federation's trial."

Wright looked at him, gripping his short sword, and cautiously moved forward.

But almost the instant he took a step forward, Lutz, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly sprang out like a cannonball, his scythe aimed at Wright's neck, using his knees like a toad.

As he flew, the whole world seemed to suddenly darken, even the snowflakes in the sky lost their crystalline color, and countless figures like him surged toward Wright from all directions.

Wright held his sword in reverse and glanced up at the countless phantoms that were closing in at an instant.

The next second, his figure gradually faded and disappeared, as if he had been banished from this world, completely vanishing from the street.

Lutz, suspended in mid-air, stared intently in the direction where Wright had disappeared. Realizing something was wrong, he retrieved his scythe in front of him, seemingly wanting to stop immediately, but it was already too late.

A phantom short sword pierced his neck in an instant, and an invisible figure slowly appeared in his vision.

It was Wright.

Lutz's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, from which blood spilled out.

His body froze in mid-air before he finally knelt on the ground.

Wright drew his short sword, and Lutz's figure tilted and fell forward.

The dim space around us regained its color at that moment.

Wright raised his short sword, flicked his finger across the blade to shake off the blood, then sheathed it and stood beside the silent corpse.

The drifting white snowflakes fell like petals at a funeral, scattering as night fell.

boom--

A Hell Apostle mech descended from the sky, then the hatch opened, and a tall young man wearing flight armor jumped out of the mech and landed next to Wright.

He looked down at Lutz, who was lying on the ground.

"Don't get too close. High-ranking superhumans who have already died may carry unknown contamination. Just send a few unmanned machines to collect the bodies."

Wright whispered a reminder from the side.

"it is good,"

tall youth

He raised the walkie-talkie, quickly sent out the order, then turned around and looked at Wright, "Wasn't this guy a B-rank? He just died like that? Mayor, you're pretty impressive."

"His talent sequence should be Talent Sequence 193: Thief King, not a combat-type talent sequence. His individual combat strength is actually not strong, which is why I had you find a way to divide his followers and isolate him from the beginning."

"The reason he won so easily was because of a targeted strategy, and also because this guy was a bit too confident and didn't fully understand his own abilities,"

Wright lowered his head, looking at Lutz's corpse on the ground, and said slowly, "But he was indeed a qualified soldier. Although his methods were despicable, he still fought to the last moment even when he knew that the situation was hopeless."

"I see,"

The tall young man nodded, then looked at Wright with some confusion, "Mayor, how do you know so much about his talent sequence?"

"I killed someone when I was young,"

Lettie nodded. "Keep his body safe. We'll look for someone on the black market. Maybe we can extract the talent sequence from his body and make it into a secret medicine. If he advanced normally, we should be able to extract the entire talent sequence from his path."

At this moment, unmanned machines arrived and, operated by some armored soldiers, began to collect the corpses on the ground.

"So you say,"

The tall young man looked at the soldiers in action and wondered, "Could I become a Class B superhuman?"

"You can't do it,"

Wright glanced at him and shook his head. "These kinds of talent sequences affect one's temperament; you can't control them."

"what?"

The tall young man was taken aback. "Is there anyone who can do it?"

Wright was taken aback by the question, and instinctively replied, "Your brother Nell is capable, but if that kid had controlled this talent sequence, I might not be the one alive now."

At this point, he seemed to realize something was wrong, shook his head, looked at the tall young man, and continued, "Your brother should be able to as well."

"OK,"

The tall young man nodded, not discouraged at all. "Then I'll just pilot my precious mecha."

Then he looked down at Wright's wounds. "Speaking of which, your injuries seem a bit serious? Should we call a doctor?"

"Just a minor injury,"

Wright glanced at the soldiers around him, shook his head, and then, amidst their slightly reverent gazes, turned to the tall young man. "Have the higher-ups of the Lutz Mercenary Group been brought under control?"

"Some surrendered, while others are still resisting,"

The tall young man nodded. "As Nell instructed, I told them to keep as many people alive as possible."

“Yes, their testimony is important,”

Wright slowly turned around, his back to the surrounding soldiers.

The tall young man also turned around.

Wright put his arm around the tall young man's shoulder and walked towards the corner.

The two looked like they had a good relationship from behind, with their arms around each other's shoulders.

"What's going on?"

Directly in front, the tall young man who was supporting Wright lowered his voice, glanced at Wright's contorted face as he gasped for breath, and whispered, "Weren't you fine? Why do you look so uncomfortable? And why didn't you just say so earlier?"

"

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Wright glanced at the tall young man, looking into his clear and sincere eyes. After a brief pause, he said, "I am the mayor of Rock City. Now that I'm in another city, my image is very important."

"what?"

The tall young man glanced at him. "What do you mean?"

This time, after a brief silence, Wright slowly spoke, "Being handsome is the most important thing."

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Winter Mayor's Residence - Underground Machine Room

"How about it?"

Lena glanced around at the dense array of electronic devices in front of her.

"Please wait a moment,"

Veri released her hand from the computer port, glanced at the mobile device plugged in, and then looked at the holographic projection that kept popping up in front of her. "Ilo said that this external device has a smart plugin that can crack firewalls, and it should be cracking them now."

She turned to Lena and asked, "Is the entire area cleaned up?"

"Um,"

Lena nodded.

"The surface of the mayor's residence is now completely under our control, and our people are continuing to search the underground space."

"However, those Eternal Secret Cult priests hiding in the mayor's mansion have been brought under our control. Some of them are even members of the city cabinet. Endil's infiltration of the city government is beyond our imagination."

"According to these priests, almost all the members of the city cabinet who came from the United Industries and opposed Endil have been purged by Endil. Now, there is basically no one left in the entire city cabinet except for the Eternal Cult."

At this point, her expression changed slightly, and she said in a low voice, "But if he wanted to summon the Eternal Divine Kingdom to 'sacrifice' the entire city, there would be no need to kill these city cabinet members, would there? Or perhaps, one of these cabinet members discovered his plot? Or did someone voice opposition to him?"

"have no idea,"

Veri shook her head slightly. The image of the white-haired old man, and Vincent's unseeing corpse in the coffin at the top of the United Industries Building, flashed through her mind.

Her gaze was somewhat lowered. "Judging from the current situation, Endil will remove everything that stands in his way. Perhaps these people are 'obstructing' him in some way."

"Ah."

Lena realized she had brought up a sensitive topic, nodded slightly, and said no more.

'Ding--'

At that moment, a crisp sound rang out.

"All right?"

Lena looked up at the holographic projection screen in front of her. "Is the firewall here so weak? I thought it would take a while."

"Let me see."