Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1226: Starlight Worshipers (Looking for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 1226: Chapter 1226: Starlight Worshipers (Looking for Monthly Votes)

At that moment, Wistain’s body violently shattered, transforming into countless shadows that surged toward He Ao.

Wistain’s mercenaries were under the employ of Stars Pharma, and this mercenary corps had been stationed in the wilderness near Limen City for years before the Fountain of Youth incident.

They had remained there for many years.

He Ao had once considered this possibility, but when it materialized directly in front of him, he still found it hard to believe.

If he hadn’t neutralized the Fountain of Youth in Limen City, this mercenary corps of Stars Pharma would have stayed stationed there, and when the corporate conglomerates decided to make a move against Dawn City, they could have mobilized instantly from Limen City, launching a rapid assault toward Dawn City.

But the complete eradication of the Fountain of Youth in Limen City left the conglomerates without reason to remain stationed, forcing them to recall the mercenary corps. This recalled corps later moved to the Northern Gate—where they crossed paths with He Ao once more.

Fate seemed to weave itself into a repeating loop at this moment.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao’s mind as he stared at the shadows charging toward him. His hand reached for the Chaos Magic Wand at his waist.

Chaos Art!

An invisible ripple swept through the surrounding space.

The scattered shadows quivered slightly, then most of them dissipated, reforming into Wistain’s slightly surprised figure.

However, He Ao didn’t give Wistain any time to process his shock. The blood-stained blade descended upon Wistain at the very moment he reappeared.

Wistain hurriedly raised his sword to block, but his slender blade was instantly knocked aside by the broad blood-red blade, its terrifying force sending Wistain tumbling backward.

Then He Ao raised a foot, kicking Wistain to the ground before swinging the blood blade down toward Wistain’s face.

Wistain frantically drew his sword to defend, the crimson blade pressing against the edge of his cheek.

He Ao leaned down, his hand pushing against the blood blade, his cold gaze fixed on Wistain’s face as he said icily, "When did you meet my father? Where is he now?!"

’Suote’ had long forgotten the last time anyone used the phrase "your father..."

Perhaps thirty years ago, or maybe thirty-four.

Since that particular summer, it seemed that this term had been forgotten, buried deep within his memory.

Yet now, in this moment, far from his homeland, under unexpected circumstances, a stranger uttered this term.

"It seems you care about this quite a bit."

Wistain stared at He Ao with a smile, "That disruptive ability you’re using against extraordinary powers—isn’t the cost rather high? Judging by your current physical condition, how much longer can you keep using it?"

As he spoke, his body abruptly shattered again, scattering into multiple shadows that spread outward.

These shadows moved almost in coordinated synchronization, encircling He Ao as they each raised a massive shadow war hammer, bringing them down upon He Ao.

Clang—

He Ao raised his blade overhead, spinning in a wide arc to deflect the shadow hammers.

Then, following through on his blade’s momentum, he lowered his body, twisting as though he were a whirling gyroscope hurtling forward.

The shadow in his path was unable to react in time and was instantly torn apart.

The remaining shadows immediately fragmented, quickly converging into Wistain’s form some distance away from He Ao.

"Talent Sequences No. 187: Phantom Shadow."

He Ao gazed coldly at the figure of Wistain before him.

Phantom Shadow was once a follow-up sequence to He Ao’s previous Nightwalker talent.

He had heard a relic’s phantom shadow recount this talent sequence during his explorations in the Main World’s Relic of the Bygone Days, narrated by a Miracle Scholar.

The crimson tip of the blade scraped through the melting snow and icy crystals on the ground as He Ao stepped closer to Wistain, "If I kill all your phantom shadows, will you die?"

"That depends on your skill."

Wistain’s eyebrows arched faintly.

In an instant, his figure once again fragmented, scattering into countless shadows.

This time, the shadows didn’t converge upon He Ao immediately but instead darted rapidly in all directions. They grabbed burning armored vehicles and the wreckage of smoldering cannons.

The chunks of flaming metal weren’t small, each spanning several meters in length and width, yet the phantom shadows wielded them as if handling playthings, hurling them through the air at He Ao.

He Ao watched the dense storm of flaming steel raining down from all directions, his gaze sweeping over the shadows’ positions as he raised his blood blade and charged decisively toward one of them.

At that moment, a shadow appeared silently behind him, its blade lunging toward his heart.

With a swift counter-strike, the blood-red blade reversed and stabbed backward, skewering the shadow and swiftly pulverizing its form.

Pulling his blade free, He Ao lifted his head and looked around. The surrounding shadows had inexplicably vanished from his field of view.

Without hesitation, He Ao spun around, swinging his blood blade behind him.

Crack!

From behind, a figure silently descended from the sky, wielding a dark slender sword aimed at He Ao’s neck.

But before the blade could reach He Ao’s body, he had already turned to face it.

The dark sword was struck mid-path by the blood blade, shattering on contact. The blood blade then arced backward, carving toward the figure’s neck.

In an instant, the figure collapsed into flowing shadows, scattering and rushing in all directions.

Meanwhile, He Ao’s other hand had already grasped his Chaos Magic Wand at his waist.

Chaos Art!

The dispersing shadows crumbled abruptly, reforming into Wistain’s shape as they converged.

The blood-red blade surged forward, aiming directly at Wistain’s chest.

At that moment, Wistain flipped his palm. A pale green crystal die flashed briefly in his hand.

Its upward-facing number: ’2’.

Wistain’s expression brightened as he suddenly withdrew, his speed suddenly amplified beyond He Ao’s expectations.

He Ao’s blood blade sliced into empty air.

Wistain was still retreating with a smug smile on his face, but before his grin could linger, He Ao had already spun in a calculated motion, hurling his blood blade at him.

Long-Weapon Technique!

Wistain swiftly drew another shadow sword from the void in front of him, moving to intercept the blood blade.

However, the blade’s velocity far exceeded his calculations, sliding past his shadow sword. Though slightly impeded, the crimson blade sank into his body.

Green-tinted blood splattered violently.

But Wistain no longer cared about his injuries at that moment; he reached out, attempting to seize the blood blade.

Right then, He Ao stepped forward and gripped the hilt of the blood blade, pressing down with intent to pierce through Wistain’s chest.

In that instant, Wistain’s body shattered yet again into countless shadows, dissipating before He Ao’s eyes.

He Ao turned around, following the trail of shadows with his gaze.

These shadows converged again behind him, reassembling into Wistain’s blood-drained form. His hand held the profusely bleeding wound on his chest as he looked at He Ao, raising an eyebrow with a smile,

"Though I’ve kept myself in decent shape, I’m technically of the same generation as your father. If you round up the math, you should be calling me ’Uncle.’ Is this how you treat your elders?"

"So, where exactly did you meet my father? Where is he now?"

He Ao ignored Wistain’s vain boasting and instead cut straight to his question.

"You want to know?"

Wistain gazed at He Ao with a smirk, "I can send you to meet him."

The instant his words fell, He Ao swung his blade back without hesitation.

A shadow emerging from the darkness was cleaved apart with one stroke.

Not all shadows had to merge into one to form Wistain’s shape.

Meanwhile, Wistain, behind He Ao, raised his hand and glanced at the die showing the number ’2.’ Then, his figure shattered again into countless shadows, racing toward He Ao.

The shadows moved noticeably faster than before. Even though He Ao quickly adjusted his stance to evade, several shadows closed in on him instantly.

He Ao’s blood blade shattered several shadows that came too close, but he couldn’t fend off the entire swarm. In just a few seconds, fresh wounds began to streak his body.

In the heat of battle, one of the shadows extended its hand, reaching for He Ao’s Chaos Magic Wand at his waist.

But just as it was about to touch the wand, its hand froze and withdrew, only to be pulverized a moment later by He Ao.

Scattered shadows retraced their attacks, reforming into Wistain before He Ao once more. Wistain cast a glance at He Ao’s Chaos Magic Wand, saying, "That thing—it’s dangerous, isn’t it?"

"You’re welcome to try."

He Ao calmly faced Wistain, his expression turning completely cold ever since hearing Wistain’s earlier words.

Looking him directly in the eye, He Ao asked in a low tone, "How did he die?"

Wistain touched the still-bleeding wound on his chest and glanced at He Ao’s blood blade, replying, "Why don’t you go ask him yourself?"

He raised the die again, gazing at its number—’1.’

A subtle shift in his expression followed, though he dismissed it indifferently and refocused on He Ao, "You’re very strong, but battles aren’t fought solely with brute force."

As he spoke, he suddenly unsheathed the shadow sword, striking at He Ao head-on.

He Ao raised his blade to intercept, but just before contact, Wistain’s form fragmented into numerous shadows that encircled him.

He Ao’s expression shifted as he spun his blade, creating another shockwave to scatter the shadows before targeting several of them, annihilating them swiftly with precise strikes.

At the same time, his hand already reached toward the Chaos Magic Wand.

Chaos Art!

The fragmented shadows hadn’t anticipated him activating Chaos Art again so quickly; they collapsed instantly, reassembling into Wistain’s body.

Without pausing, He Ao pivoted sharply and swung his blade at Wistain’s form.

Wistain drew his sword to block, but the black slender blade shattered upon contact. The blood blade carved open his chest, leaving a gaping, blood-soaked wound.

Yet He Ao’s relentless assault didn’t end; he stepped forward, aiming to impale Wistain’s chest.

Wistain pulled two dim swords from the void, crossing them to barely block He Ao’s blood blade.

In an instant, his figure flashed apart, scattering yet again into shadows that converged in the distance.

He Ao stood motionless, coldly watching Wistain.

By now, He Ao had deduced that after Chaos Art activated, Wistain entered a brief period of "instability."

This instability manifested both in diminished strength and the inability to transform his body into shadows.

"Kid, you’re impressive."

Wistain touched the wound on his chest and looked up at He Ao, "Your blade—it has some sort of bleeding-over-time effect, doesn’t it?"

He glanced at the blood blade in He Ao’s hand and said, "Looks like a chaotic effect. Have you killed a lot of chaotic believers?"

Clapping his hands together with a sharp sound, he laughed and said, "Using the Order Power to create Divine Punishment while diligently hunting chaotic believers—you truly are an exemplary follower of Order."

"Trying to provoke me?"

He Ao looked at Wistain with a smile and said, "Is this because the Order Church once used the Church of Chaos to attack your church’s congregation?"

Wistain flinched briefly, then smirked and said, "You’re bluffing?"

Spreading his hands wide, he chuckled, "I don’t know where you got your intel on our church,"

His figure flickered and broke apart into shadows, "but congratulations, you guessed right."

Overlapping voices poured out from all the scattered shadows, resonating like layered tolling bells, echoing in He Ao’s ears.

He Ao raised his blood blade, sweeping his gaze across the shadows surrounding him.

The shadows didn’t attack but instead encircled him, forming a ring.

"Suote, I hadn’t planned to use this power, but since you’ve forced my hand—"

The overlapping voices turned into distorted ravings that reverberated around He Ao.

Each shadow seemed to convulse violently as though struck by intense electrical currents.

He Ao watched the twitching shadows convulse uncontrollably, raising his blood blade without hesitation as he charged toward the nearest shadow.

No way would he stand idly and allow them time to unleash their abilities.

The encircled shadows scattered immediately as He Ao charged, overlapping voices ringing in his ears, "Fool, do you think I’m as naive as your father?"

He Ao ignored the provocations, gripping his Chaos Magic Wand.

Chaos Art!

Distorted energies tangled with the trembling shadows, inducing interference with their unstable forms.

He Ao gripped the Chaos wand tightly, his complexion pale.

A moment later, the shadows collapsed once more, reuniting into Wistain’s figure not far from He Ao.

And in that instant, He Ao raised his blood blade and charged forward, nearing Wistain within moments.

Looking at He Ao closing in, Wistain gritted his teeth.