Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1120: Lone Rider Enters the City (Long - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1120: Lone Rider Enters the City (Long Chapter for Monthly Votes)

The roaring engine sound cut through the wilderness, across the wild grass growing along the hills and the pervasive white snow on the grass.

The blood-soaked He Ao sat on the motorcycle, lifted his head, and looked at the vast snowy plains reflecting faint white light under the starry sky ahead, and the city emitting a faint glow at the end of that snowy plain, then he further revved up the throttle.

The icy night wind, like a bone-chilling dagger, scraped across He Ao’s dried blood-stained cheeks.

He lowered his head, glanced at the bloodstained, black and white mask with an enigmatic smile that he took out from his chest, and then put the mask back into his chest.

This is the souvenir ’Suote’ bought from Yilan City, a ’K’ mask.

In mysticism, carrying an object related to a Higher Being close to one’s body can effectively increase the connection with that Higher Being, and might even attract the gaze of the Higher Being.

Of course, the weaker the relevance, the weaker the connection established.

’Suote’ didn’t even know why he carried the mask; perhaps he wanted to verify if ’K’ truly existed or carrying the mask could remind him not to forget his original intention.

But in any case, after leaving Yilan City, he had always kept the mask in his chest.

The Slaughter Knife that was stuck into his body merely grazed the mask without damaging it, but also caused almost the entire mask to be splattered with blood.

He Ao tucked away the mask and maneuvered the motorcycle over a small hill, descending into the vast and boundless snowy field.

Minte City is located in the north of the Federation, and by December, the wilderness is already covered with a layer of gleaming white snow.

The cliff that had just seen battle still had warmth from various explosive weapons, enough to reveal the withered grass beneath the ice and snow, with the passing breeze still carrying a touch of warmth.

But as one leaves that place, the further one goes, the warmer atmosphere dissipates and the surrounding cold wind becomes colder, with some even carrying a touch of ice crystals.

This was not favorable to He Ao, who was in a near-death state, as it caused his already ebbing life to slip away even faster.

Fortunately, the motorcycle he was riding was specially designed for snow-covered terrain, equipped with anti-slip studded tires, saving him from expending more energy on controlling the bike.

He Ao did not take the vast main roads; there was a high probability that they were now patrolled by the Mercenary Corps of the two major conglomerates.

This was also why he chose a motorcycle instead of an off-road vehicle.

The wilderness outside Minte City was rarely an endless plain; it was mostly steep slopes and undulating hills. In such terrain, a smaller motorcycle had more maneuverability, allowing him to pass through these areas at a faster speed.

Of course, the safety and comfort were much less.

The weather was good today, the sky clear of clouds, the stars dazzlingly bright.

With the moonlight and the starlight shining on the snowy field, He Ao could basically see the environment and road ahead of him.

But this reflective white snow also camouflaged the real terrain, making He Ao unable to distinguish which were pits and which were actual flat ground.

He could only rely on the experience of ’Suote’ and ’Ronald’ to grope his way through the wilderness.

In the distance, there was a faint bright glow illuminating the sky – the spot where He Ao had just battled at the cliff.

He Ao looked back at the glow at the edge of his field of view, the lights trembling and eagerly approaching in his direction.

He Ao bowed his head and continued to push the throttle to its maximum, crossing the snowy field and heading towards the nearer towering city.

The motorcycle was an old-fashioned internal combustion engine model, with the advantage of good mechanical performance but the downside of a loudly roaring engine.

This motorcycle originally belonged to the leader of that Federal Bureau of Investigation squad, who had also added two horns that blasted louder electronic noise.

As soon as He Ao got on, he tried to turn off this noise.

Even after it was shut down, the internal combustion engine still made a sound, but it was much quieter and could not be heard unless one was quite close.

And as He Ao continued forward, a dense array of lights emerged from all directions, quickly ’approaching’ towards him.

He had no time to clear his tracks along the way, and it was difficult to erase the marks on the snow-covered ground; even if they were cleaned up, under the Mercenary Corps’ analytical instruments, it was hard to truly conceal them.

This time, he was up against an army, not just an ordinary assassination squad.

The Mercenary Corps following the tracks on the ground almost certainly found them.

Therefore, He Ao did not consider hiding his tracks. In his current predicament, abandoning all extraneous methods and betting on speed was the most important.

——

"Captain, we’ve found traces of ’Suote’."

Within the slowly advancing massive land fortress, a young officer handed over the information to a man dressed in a military uniform, wearing silver-framed glasses, appearing gentle and refined.

"Has the Church of Chaos encountered ’Suote’?"

The man reached for the information and casually asked.

"They have,"

the young officer paused, then slowly continued, "All the Chaotic Believers at the scene were killed."

"Hmm?"

The man raised an eyebrow, looking down at the documents in his hand, "Was there any trace of the elder leading those Chaotic Believers? He should be a B-level Transcendent."

"There were signs of a B-level Transcendent’s battle,"

the young officer quickly said, "but no corpse of a B-level Transcendent was found."

At this moment, the man had just flipped to the photos of the damaged cliff and the pockmarked land in front of it.

"Where is Suote?"

He continued asking, head still lowered.

"He found a motorcycle and is heading north,"

the young officer whispered, "He seems to have realized we’ve sealed off the southern region and is trying to escape through the gap in the north. His speed is very fast, and he’s not taking the main roads, nearly traveling in a straight line north. When we discovered him, he was already near the edge of our encirclement, and we still haven’t found out who leaked the information."

"It could also be a guess,"

the man closed the documents and smiled, "Someone who can become the deputy chief of staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation would not be completely without vigilance."

He lifted his head and looked forward, "Order all units to speed up and tighten the encirclement. Have the Dragon Cavalry and Mecha units activate their radars and continue to search dispersedly for his position. Our equipment is faster than him; he can’t escape."

"Yes!"

The young officer immediately straightened his body, replying loudly.

——

Boom——

A roaring sound was heard in the sky, as if some kind of flying vehicle was swiftly approaching.

He Ao looked up at the direction from which the sound originated.

In the distant upper right of the sky, a Dragon Cavalry Fighter was flying past quickly, plunging into the night sky without stopping.

He Ao glanced at the direction where the Dragon Cavalry Fighter had disappeared and then touched the Chain Hammer hanging on the side of the motorcycle.

A faint red glow passed over the surface of the Chain Hammer.

This Chain Hammer wasn’t a B-level Extraordinary Item; it must have been Carlo’s former weapon, somehow amplified in strength by a blessing from the God of Chaos.

Carlo was not so ’affluent’ as to use a genuine B-level item as a weapon.

Now, as Carlo had died, the blessing’s power on it was fading, and its strength weakening.

Moreover, there were many small cracks formed during the recent battle with He Ao, which were expanding as the strength of the Hammer decreased.

However, this item was still probably enough to deal with the current situation.

He Ao looked back at Carlo’s corpse secured on the motorcycle’s rear seat, ensuring the straps were fastened, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his body, and continued speeding through the snow.

From the depths of the surrounding night sky, the whooshing sound of wind came again, as if some high-speed devices were drawing near.

That Dragon Cavalry Fighter from just before was clearly on a scouting mission. If radar was activated, He Ao’s previous position would be exactly at the edge of the radar’s range.

By now, they most likely have discovered He Ao, and next, they would probably send either a mecha or a fighter jet to confirm whether He Ao is indeed here.

If they still harbor the mission to intercept or even ’kill’ He Ao, the likely arrival would be a mecha.

He Ao looked up at the city ahead, brightly lit in the darkness. He was already close to the city, having never strayed too far from it during their investigation, and now, after taking shortcuts at high speed, he could see the towering city gates.

He Ao bent at the waist, one hand grasping the chain of the chain hammer, the other steering the motorcycle towards a small hill ahead.

As he advanced, a gradually intensifying howl of the wind rose from behind, growing louder and drawing closer.

Then, right above He Ao’s head, the outline of a massive Hell Apostle mech materialized.

It glanced down at He Ao, then raised its hand, firing off several laser blasts from its arm, raining down like a sudden downpour.

The laser blasts hit the snowy ground, melting the ice and snow, but never striking the motorcycle below, which continued to veer swiftly from side to side.

After a brief pause, the mech rushed ahead of the motorcycle, hovering over the small hill in front of the bike, swiftly pressing down its body and drawing a broad sword from its back.

It gazed at the blood-soaked figure on the motorcycle charging up the snowy hill and swung its broad sword in hand.

At that moment, He Ao too raised his head to look at the mecha before him.

He crouched down, one hand on the motorcycle’s front end, watching the massive mecha blocking his path, swinging the broad sword that could flatten both him and his vehicle.

Finally, the motorcycle scaled the hill, rushing towards the mecha head-on.

Almost at the same moment, He Ao’s right hand yanked violently, pulling out the chained hammer hanging at his side.

Bang—

The enormous broad sword descended from the sky as the tail end of the swinging chain hammer exploded with a sonic boom.

Boom—

A huge burst of flames blossomed upon the snowy plain, the old-fashioned motorcycle carrying the bloodied figure broke through the blaze, traced a path through the sky, and crossed a small river about three to four meters wide behind the hill.

Bang—

With a severe crash, the motorcycle landed in the snow, continuing to surge forward with inertia.

Behind the motorcycle, burning fragments of steel fell like raindrops into the shallowly frozen river below, shattering the thin ice with numerous breaks.

In that brief clash, He Ao exerted as much as he could of the Distributor’s power to funnel the mecha pilot’s ’healthy state’ into himself.

As ’balance’, he also shared a bit of his strength outwards.

But obviously, this strength was not needed to operate the mecha, and the pilot had no time to react before being shattered along with the mecha.

Wielding the chain hammer, keeping it spinning in the air with inertia like a propeller, He Ao lifted his head to look ahead.

The towering city gate was just a few hundred meters away from him. Theoretically, after crossing that recent river, his smart devices should just manage to connect to Minte City’s network.

Behind He Ao, the howling sound of the wind approached quickly—it was a new squad of mechas in hot pursuit from behind.

In front of He Ao, a platoon of Mercenary Corps soldiers was currently setting up defensive barriers at the city gate.

They were most likely pre-arranged to be here to intercept suspicious individuals.

But it seemed no one expected He Ao to arrive so quickly.

The soldiers, leisurely leaning against the blockade equipment, yawned idly.

The explosion of the mecha in front of them only made them flinch slightly and regain their senses.

It was only when they saw He Ao rushing towards them on his motorcycle that they truly ’woke up’.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Panicked shouts were raised in the hastily established blockade camp.

The frantic soldiers hurriedly reached to operate the fixed battery cannon beside them, activated the auto-aim system, and took aim at the approaching He Ao.

However, amidst this chaos, with the roaring engine, He Ao had already rushed to the front of the Mecha.

He directly threw the chain hammer he held, smashing the electromagnetic cannon right in front of him.

At the same time, the motorcycle crashed into the somewhat loose iron barricade, directly breaking it apart.

As a result, the front wheel of the motorcycle got stuck in the broken barricade, tilting forward with tremendous inertia.

On either side of He Ao, the battery cannons which had been set to aim at him quickly turned their barrels to the center.

He Ao reached out, grabbed the body of Carlo lying behind, and wrapped the chain hammer around Carlo’s body.

Then, his body, following the great inertia, was flung forward by the tilting motorcycle.

The surrounding soldiers, seeing this scene, immediately ran to both sides.

Boom, boom—

Two violent explosions erupted in this temporary camp.

The electromagnetic cannons, once aimed at each other, fired into the bodies of their counterparts, blowing up the whole line of the camp into a continuous blaze.

Boom—

He Ao’s body burst out from the flames, streaked across the night sky, and fell from Heaven, crashing onto the flat concrete ground in front of the city gate.

With the cracks spreading from the violent impact on the concrete, He Ao, carrying Carlo’s body, slowly walked toward the tightly shut towering gate.

At this moment, several soldiers from the City Defense Army were standing in front of the gate, weapons in hand, cautiously aiming at He Ao.

But He Ao just calmly walked up to the group of City Defense Army soldiers, looking at the tightly closed gate.

Normally, Minte City would only open one gate at night, which was the South Gate where He Ao was currently located.

But now, this gate which should have been open was closed.

With an expressionless face, He Ao looked at the City Defense Army soldier on duty in front of him, threw Carlo’s body on the ground, and then, under the alarm-filled gaze of the soldiers, pulled out a blood-stained, black credential book with the Olive Shield Emblem from his chest.

The whistling wind finally stopped at this moment, several Mechas and Dragon Cavalry Fighters came to a halt behind He Ao, hovering in the air behind him, gazing at He Ao and the City Defense Army soldiers in front of him.

They held their positions, as if communicating with their superiors.

This was the city gate, one more step forward, and it would be war with Minte City.

As if oblivious to the commotion behind him, He Ao opened the credential book, showing the bloodstained photo and details inside, and said calmly,

"I am Suote, the deputy chief of staff of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, returning from an extermination mission against Church of Chaos believers, now returning to the city, open the gate."

The soldier who seemed like the patrol captain lifted his head, looking at the bloodstained credential in He Ao’s hands, then glanced at the hovering Mechas behind him, slightly opened his mouth, as if wanting to say something.

But at that moment, He Ao just lifted his gaze, glanced at him, and said calmly, "My bracelet has connected to the network of Minte City. The entire Ains already knows I am here. Can you make a decision on behalf of your General Owai?"

The soldier hesitated, and after a brief pause, he picked up the walkie-talkie, retreated to a guard post next to the gate, and spoke something into it.

Soon he came out of the guard post, looked towards the bloodied He Ao, bowed his head respectfully, and said, "Suote sir, please."

He raised his hand towards the soldiers behind him, "General’s orders, open the gate!"

Boom—

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the heavy city gate slowly opened.

The bright lights filtering through the gap in the gate reflected in He Ao’s auburn eyes.

Behind He Ao, a Mecha lifted its Plasma Cannon, seemingly ready to attempt an attack, but was stopped by a ’teammate’ beside it.

Finally, the silent snowfield returned to calm.

The Mechas stood outside the city gate, like ’loyal’ Guards, watching the bloodied figure enter through the gate.

From beginning to end, that figure never turned back to glance at them.