Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1119: Massacre (Massive - , Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: Massacre (Massive Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

"Cough cough cough—"

He Ao bent slightly, coughing violently, with fine blood trickling down his skin.

The burst of energy just now had far exceeded the tolerance of his body, exacerbating his injuries to the point where he could hardly exert any strength.

"You!!!"

Carlo lowered his head, looking at the blade that pierced through his chest, and let out a low roar.

He tried to lift the chain in his hands again, but his body softened, and he staggered forward, falling to his knees.

He Ao calmly gazed at Carlo’s body.

Inside that red-glowing body, some shattered energy circuits were trying to forcibly converge at the pierced energy pooling spot, attempting to reconstitute into an energy hub.

And that blade, piercing into the body, was now trembling under the control of the Divine Sense He Ao left within it, shattering the reforming energy hub whenever it attempted to consolidate.

In this struggle, Carlo’s internal energy circuits were also gradually collapsing and dimming.

Carlo’s body wasn’t completely transformed by the power of the Evil God, but it was close.

Normally, humans wouldn’t have the ability to regenerate by reassembling energy at the stabbed energy hub.

He Ao had no doubt that if Carlo called upon Grace, his body would mutate further, giving birth to several different energy hubs.

According to that ’bit’ of experience He Ao had dealing with Chaotic Believers, it was entirely possible.

Then he would have no hope of killing Carlo.

Even piercing this sole energy gathering point without the aid of Grace almost brought him to the brink of death.

He Ao turned his head, looking towards the Chaotic Believers around him.

"He injured the elder!!!"

A loud shout came from the crowd.

These Chaotic Believers pressed forward towards He Ao, glancing at Carlo who had collapsed on the ground, momentarily hesitating.

But soon, they fixed their gaze on He Ao’s trembling, blood-soaked body.

"He’s badly wounded! Kill him! Save the elder!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Kill him! Kill him! We outnumber him, beat him to death!"

Immediately after, someone in the crowd followed suit,

Numerous Chaotic Believers got excited in an instant and rushed towards He Ao.

Many among them activated the Grace-power within their bodies, their forms swelling and turning into burly giants.

He Ao slowly bent down, picking up the iron chain, wrestling the chain hammer from the powerless Carlo.

Then he dragged the chain hammer, walking towards those swarming Chaotic Believers.

BANG—BANG—BANG—

The ancient chain hammer was dragged forward by him, hitting the uneven ground, making a crisp sound.

"Kill him!!!"

Angry roars reverberated through the night.

The weakened He Ao watched the oncoming red little giants, provoked by Grace-power, clutched the iron chain, and suddenly exerted force.

The little giant, in the midst of charging, visibly shrunk in size and slowed down in speed with the naked eye.

BANG—

The massive chain flew through the void, striking the little giant, directly shattering its body.

The Distributor’s ability is simple; it ’distributes’.

Choose two living targets, and ’evenly’ distribute their physical condition and strength within a very short time; if one has more, they share a bit with the other.

Of course, this ’evenly’ definition is not clear-cut.

The Distributor can, depending on the situation, give slightly more ’even’ to one person and less to another, but overall, some sort of ’balance’ must be maintained.

For instance, if more of a healthy physical condition is distributed, less strength must be shared.

This ability, though not very useful against a B-level Carlo, is effective on these Chaotic Believers who haven’t reached B-level.

Just now, when He Ao confronted the rushing Chaotic Believers, he had chosen himself and an opponent as targets, giving himself a bit more of the ’healthy body condition’.

Of course, he also took a bit of the opponent’s strength for himself.

After all, his strength in a near-death condition without activating Super Memory wasn’t strong.

During the recent battle, he did not use his own strength, but the strength ’distributed’ to him by the opponent.

Even though the strength was weaker than the opponent’s, once he gained a certain ’healthy state’, with his Martial Arts skills, he could easily defeat the enemies who had been ’distributed’ and weakened.

However, once the ’target’ involved in the distribution died, the power distributed from the target would also dissipate quickly.

He Ao gripped the iron chain and looked up at the other Chaotic Believers around him.

In a sense, the Distributor’s power was well-suited for situations like fighting lesser beings when critically wounded.

These Chaotic Believers were clearly frightened by He Ao’s violent actions just now, and temporarily stopped their movements.

"Kill him! He is almost dead! How much longer can he last!? Save the elder, and we can become the favorites in front of the Divine Beings!"

However, soon after, sensing that He Ao was not continuing his attack, possibly just blustering, a shout came from the crowd.

Immediately, one after another, the Chaotic Believers echoed the call.

The crowd surged towards He Ao.

But there were also a few, who while shouting slogans, began to retreat towards the back.

He Ao raised his head, looking at the incoming crowd.

Using the Distributor’s ability would consume the body and simultaneously drain Soul Power.

The drained body could rely on further distribution of ’healthy states’ to replenish itself, but the consumption of Soul Power could not be replenished by the Distributor’s ability.

However, with He Ao’s strength of soul, he could still manage to exterminate these ordinary Chaotic Believers.

Standing under the night sky, the figure lifted the iron chain and swung it toward the charging crowd.

Carlo, kneeling between the cliffs, raised his head and saw that blood-covered figure wielding his weapon, slaughtering the believers he had so painfully recruited.

Every time he clenched his fist, trying to struggle, the blade embedded in his chest would tremble, further destroying his energy collection point.

Boom—

Someone in the crowd used a rocket launcher, but it was struck by the thrown iron chain and exploded into a firework.

Blood, flesh, flames.

Every Chaotic Believer here was familiar with this scene, but this time, they were the ones being slaughtered in it.

Some desperately tried to counterattack, only to be easily shattered; others tried to flee, only to be pierced by the thrown iron chains.

Using both firearms and melee weapons, the Chaotic Believers tried various methods to kill the figure who looked wobbly and about to collapse at any moment.

But that figure did not fall; dragging what seemed like a slow and dying body, like the Grim Reaper wielding a scythe, he coldly harvested every life here.

Despair, like maggots gnawing at bones, climbed up everyone’s body, and the Chaotic Believers no longer had the courage to charge; they fell like grass, fleeing in all directions into the darkness.

But the figure dragging the Chain Hammer did not let them go.

Bang—Bang—Bang—

The dragged Chain Hammer collided with the uneven rocks on the ground, making crisp sounds.

Like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper ascending stairs.

One step, another step.

At this moment, the predators turned into prey, frantically running across the ’grassland’ under the night.

But that ’slow-moving’ Grim Reaper always managed to easily get next to them, using the swinging iron chain to smash their bodies.

Blood stained the earth red, and fewer and fewer fleeing figures scattered across the wilderness.

Finally, away from the cliffs, the figure stained with blood ’caught up’ to the first two fleeing figures.

"Please, don’t kill me!"

The figure standing behind, upon hearing that ’bang bang bang’ sound, immediately turned around, tears streaming down as he knelt on the ground, croaked in a hoarse voice, "I have an eighty-year-old grandmother at home, my child is only three, I was deceived into joining them,"

His body trembling, his voice filled with sorrow as if he were not feigning, "Please, don’t kill me!"

He heard the ’bang bang bang’ sound stop, followed by the clear sound of chains colliding directly, as if the person holding the chains had bent down and was looking at him.

He felt a hand, warm with fresh blood, touch his cheek, followed by a hoarse voice ringing in his ear,

"Then how did you pass the initiation ceremony?"

The voice was calm and icy, like a hand of death gripping his soul.

This question was simple, but the expression of the kneeling figure crying out in pain suddenly stiffened.

The initiation ceremony of this branch of the Church of Chaos was simple, create an indiscriminate slaughter, appease the Divine Beings with blood and chaos, only then one could officially become a Chaotic Believer.

"It seems you remember the parents and children of those who died by your hand?"

The warm palm slid across his cheek, chuckled hoarsely.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I will compensate them! I will compensate them! Please spare me!"

His cries grew louder, his entire body stiffening and trembling, "Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!"

"Very good, very good."

The hoarse voice sounded by the man’s ear, he could distinctly feel the warm fingers leaving his cheek.

His body paused, his face flushed with joy, which was quickly suppressed, showing a remorseful expression.

Bang—

The next second, the swinging chain hammer shattered his chest, his head rolling away naturally.

On the rolling cheek in between the stones, there was still a hint of irrepressible joy.

’Bang bang bang—’ The sound of the dragging chain hammer echoed again, the hoarse voice gradually fading, "Take this good news to them then."

"You monster!!! I’ll kill you!!!"

At this moment, the most distant Chaotic Believer, seeing the blood-drenched figure drawing near, looking at the corpse broken above the chest laying on the ground, yelled angrily and charged towards He Ao.

Bang—

He Ao retracted the flying chain hammer, holding the chain, no longer caring about the blood and flesh flying everywhere, turned around and staggered back towards the cliff.

When he reached in front of the cliff, he saw Carlo lying on the ground, trying to reach behind him to pull out the blade that had been stabbed into his body.

"Why did you kill them?"

Hearing the sound of the dragging chains, Carlo raised his head, looking at the figure bathed in blood.

The flowing blood covered the figure, some of it from the figure himself, and some from those dead Chaotic Believers.

Suddenly, he had a feeling that the figure, who should have been part of the ordered Federal Bureau of Investigation’s chief of staff, seemed more like a frantic follower of the Evil God.

"I don’t know,"

He Ao hoarsely shook his head, staggering forward, "All I know is, the more Chaotic Believers die, the more parents in this world can continue to see their children alive."

Bang—

The solid chain hammer, along with the swaying chain, landed in front of Carlo, He Ao calmly gazing at Carlo, "I’ve said, the dead Chaotic Believers, are good Chaotic Believers. According to Federal Law, when Federal Bureau of Investigation agents encounter followers of the Evil God in the wilderness, they are authorized to kill them."

That’s the purest thought from ’Suote’.

Letting any Chaotic Believer escape could cause irreparable disaster to some, or even dozens of families.

Carlo gazed at the figure before him, clenching his teeth, reaching to pull out the blade that had been thrust into his back.

"Don’t try it, that blade has barbs. I opened it the moment it entered your body, with your current strength you can’t pull it out."

He Ao’s calm, hoarse voice sounded by his ear.

Carlo raised his head, looking at the figure covered in blood before him, remained silent for a moment.

Weapons on the battlefield are all about quick entry and exit, possibly crafted with blood grooves for bleeding, but seldom with barbs.

After all, suddenly being unable to withdraw a weapon on the battlefield is a dangerous thing.

Only the followers of the Church of Chaos, in order to torture their enemies, like to do this.

He Ao calmly stared at Carlo, under the constant manipulation of Divine Consciousness Blade Control, now the energy circuits in Carlo’s body were finally close to collapsing.

He was really about to die.

"Who exactly sent you to kill me?"

He Ao gazed into his eyes, hoarsely asking.

Gazing at He Ao’s calm eyes, Carlo again split his lips, sarcastically saying, "You guess."

"I understand, thank you."

Facing Carlo’s sarcasm, He Ao just calmly nodded, sensing the information coming from the Super Memory Mark.

The maps of all trade caravan routes near Minte City, Wilderness Wanderer Camp locations, Federal Bureau of Investigation and City Defense Army’s patrol and investigative plans in the wilderness, as well as the security employment details of the two major consortia’s security companies.

Such a big move.

With this information, the Church of Chaos can easily know which caravans are protected and which are not, knowing where the Federal Bureau of Investigation and City Defense Army will appear.

They can freely choose their targets to slaughter.

And in exchange, they only need to come and kill a Class C, the deputy chief of staff who has always been at odds with them, even drugged by his own people, bearing this stigma.

Carlo watched He Ao’s expression, as if guessing whether the person in front of him really knew something or was just bluffing.

"So you’ve not ’cooperated’ for the first time?"

At this time, he heard He Ao hoarsely asking.

Although Carlo verbally insulted the ’Order Church’, there were also hints in his words that this was not his first time performing such dirty work.

Moreover, the Church of Chaos indeed wants to eliminate ’Suote’, to eliminate those who absolutely cannot be bought and harbor deep hostility towards the Church of Chaos.

Even ’Order’ might cooperate with them, but ’Suote’ never would.

Therefore, ’Suote’ must die.

"Guess,"

Carlo gazes at He Ao, his lips still curved into a mocking smile, "you are just taking advantage of the situation. If you let me fight with all my strength just once, it would take only one move, and you would be the one dead here."

"And this,"

He Ao, staggering, stands straight, looking at the still-burning flames around him, and the fresh blood and corpses scattered on the ground, "is exactly why you’re lying here."

Although it seems important, it’s important because of the battle experience.

Throughout, Carlo never treated ’Suote’ as a qualified opponent.

He came here just to kill a ’chicken’.

Killing a C-level Transcendent, in his eyes, is no different from killing a chicken.

He came prepared to casually kill a chicken and then leave.

He is more wary of the Mercenary Corps from the two major consortia than of He Ao. After all, if there’s an opportunity to kill him, the Order Church wouldn’t mind killing him as well.

Even when He Ao displayed B-level combat power, he still considered He Ao to be just a slightly bigger, stronger chicken.

Throughout the process, he never used more than his normal strength and always maintained an attitude of toying and mocking.

If he had summoned the Grace of God of Chaos from the start, then He Ao might have really been unable to withstand even one move and would have been killed.

But he didn’t.

Arrogance is closer to death than any other emotion.

His battle experience reminded him to take every enemy seriously, but his heart did not.

He Ao actually had a chance to ’escape’, even during that last moment, he could have broken through the encirclement and fled into the wilderness.

But he didn’t.

Because he also realized, this was the best time to kill Carlo and destroy these Chaotic Believers.

’Suote’ would definitely use all available resources to bury this group of Chaotic Believers here.

The longer they live, the more blood debt they accrue.

So He Ao did not leave, but stayed here, preparing to send away every Chaotic Believer in this place.

Listening to He Ao, Carlo also realized the key point just now, but obviously, he no longer had the chance to regret it.

His last bit of life is rapidly fading away.

Feeling his perception blur, he knows that real death is approaching.

At that moment, the ground seemed to tremor ever so subtly.

In that instant, thinking of something, he used all his strength to laugh wildly, "Suote, your ’teammate’s’ mercenary corps have arrived, they’re here to wrap things up, I’m confident I can escape from their siege. Now, are you confident you can?"

His tone growing higher, "With your current state, on this wilderness, can you evade a mechanized mercenary corps’ manhunt?"

He laughed wildly, "You’ve got nowhere to hide! Your ’Order teammates’ will track down your trails, find you, capture you, and treat you with even more cruelty than I did. I’ll be waiting for you in hell! You’ll be joining me soon! Hahahaha!"

He Ao calmly gazes at Carlo in front of him, watching him laugh wildly, watching his laughter progressively getting weaker, watching his breathing become labored, until his voice completely drowns out.

He sent off the last Chaotic Believer in this area.

Until this boundless wilderness fell into silence again, Carlo’s internal energy circuit completely vanished, He Ao slowly moves his body, walking to the front of Carlo, trying to pull out the Slaughter Knife.

Just then, he sees a hint of red glow spilling out from inside Carlo’s body, covering the blade.

The real difference between a true B-level and a Grace-gifted B-level is that, a true B-level drops items.

He Ao, carrying Carlo’s body with the knife embedded, walks to the edge of a cliff.

There, two four-wheel drives and a motorcycle are parked, which are the transport ’Suote’ and his group used to get here.

He Ao lifts his blood-soaked hand and gently touches his chest, then staggers over to the motorcycle.

In the dark wilderness, some disturbance seems to arise, as exotic beasts tremble and flee.

He Ao raises his head, looking into the distance, at the edge of the horizon, a faint glow is gradually brightening.

He Ao stretches out his hand to press the ignition button of the motorcycle.

Boom—

The roaring engine sound rises in the wilderness.

Accompanied by the night wind, it brushes the blood-stained wild grass.