Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1251: The End of Starlight Worshipers (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1251: The End of Starlight Worshipers (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The hazy yellow radiance enshrouded the entire Dumel National Cemetery Building. After momentarily locking eyes with He Ao, the silhouette turned and slowly walked into the depths of the artificial forest.

He Ao retracted his gaze from the rooftop and raised his eyes, once again looking at the starlight figure ahead.

The starlight figure held the magic wand in his hand, silently staring back at He Ao.

Clearly, he too had noticed the yellow radiance covering the entire Dumel National Cemetery Building.

However, he didn’t mention the yellow radiance. Instead, in a hoarse voice, he asked, "I can see your injuries. The power you borrowed is nearly depleted. How many more of my attacks can you withstand?"

The wound on his chest inflicted by He Ao’s slash began gradually healing, yet his figure had become significantly fainter. The damage from the blood-blade was immense—both death and injury had deeply disrupted his essence.

He could no longer withstand another direct clash.

He fixed his gaze on He Ao and slowly continued, "Why don’t we both take a step back? You let me go, and I’ll let you live."

He Ao gripped the blood-blade in his hand, chuckling faintly as he asked, "Did you show my parents mercy back then?"

At He Ao’s words, the starlight figure froze for a brief moment before continuing, "Your parents are already dead. There’s no need for you to immerse yourself in hatred. You still have a future ahead. Don’t throw your life away. Let the past stay in the past."

Hearing this, a sardonic smile appeared on He Ao’s face. He stared at the grand and imposing starlight figure standing amidst the ruins before him. "You killed my parents, and now you dare to preach forgiveness to me here? Such benevolence."

"There’s no need for mutual destruction,"

The starlight figure raised the magic wand in his hand slowly, his gaze locked onto He Ao as he continued, "I once read in an ancient book a saying: ’Revenge born of hatred has no end.’ We could both take a step back. Your parents made great contributions to the exploration of the cosmos—they sacrificed for the greater good."

He Ao chuckled softly, lowering his gaze. "Oh, see, I have a habit of being meticulous. Ancient sayings aren’t always right, which is why I prefer to validate them,"

BOOM—

A dazzling thunderclap suddenly burst overhead. The crimson giant clenched the blood-blade in his hand, his figure vanishing in an instant. "I hope you’re willing to sacrifice yourself as well—let me kill you to validate your wisdom."

"Foolish dullard,"

The starlight figure let out a cold snort, his gaze fixed on He Ao. "I had intended to spare your life, but it seems you’ve chosen death after all."

Brilliant starlight erupted from the raised magic wand.

The starlight raced through the surrounding space, descending like a relentless downpour towards He Ao’s body.

"Thunder!"

The dazzling thunder roared overhead, descending from the skies, colliding with the oncoming starlight. Amidst the heavens and the earth, explosions of brilliance erupted.

Where the radiance passed, even space quivered slightly. The remaining buildings crumbled in rapid succession.

The crimson giant’s figure surged forward like a streak of lightning, slashing the blood-blade at the starlight figure.

At such close range, for the crimson giant, it was a matter of moments.

Interwoven thoughts flowed into He Ao’s mind through faint markings.

’Draw him back.’ ’Seal with barriers.’ ’Strike from behind—the killing blow.’

In his field of view, the starlight figure began retreating rapidly. He Ao pursued swiftly.

But just as He Ao was about to step onto the spot where the starlight figure had stood, he abruptly halted, withdrawing instead of charging forward.

At the same time, he raised the blood-blade in his hand, his figure turning sharply to the rear.

The thunder in the sky gathered into radiant arcs of electricity.

Buzz—

And yet, in that instant, radiant starlight suddenly descended around him, transforming into an invisible barrier that sealed his body precisely within its confines.

He had stepped backward at precisely the moment that led him into this hidden trap.

As he pivoted to face what should have been an attacking starlight figure behind him, all he saw was an empty expanse of ruins. The starlight figure that ought to have appeared behind him was nowhere to be seen.

His slash with the blood-blade seemed destined to strike nothing but air.

In that moment, starlight condensed into a blinding brilliance just beyond the starlight barrier, concentrated like a radiant sun atop the magic wand.

’Fool.’

The starlight figure’s gaze fixed on the crimson figure in front of him as a faint smile tugged at his lips.

He had long since realized his thoughts were being read. It wasn’t his first encounter with a mind-reading Transcendent; after all, he had trained himself to make escaping an instinctive reflex, bypassing conscious thought entirely.

Yet he had chosen not to reveal his awareness, allowing the opponent to read his mind. He had even sacrificed two of his "lives" to set up this final moment, disguising his surface thoughts to deceive the enemy.

BOOM—

A cracking thunder burst through the sky—it was clearly ’Suote’ preparing a secondary strike to counter what he assumed would be a sneak attack.

But there was no sneak attack. What existed was only misleading thoughts planted deliberately in ’Suote’s’ mind, leading him straight into the genuine trap.

"The smarter someone is, the more confident they are in their judgments."

The dense starlight pierced through the phantom barrier, making contact with its target’s back, tearing through flesh and body.

As waves of starlight spread outward, radiant thunder rippled across the heavens.

Bang—

With a faint sound, the starlight figure’s body stiffened, the smile on his lips freezing into place.

The invisible barrier meant to immobilize the crimson giant was shattered by dazzling thunder, and a blood-stained blade pierced through the crimson figure’s body from the front, slicing clear through to impale the starlight figure behind him.

His bewildered eyes widened, staring at the blade lodged in his chest.

In that instant, the crimson giant standing before him gripped the blood-blade and broke it with ease. He turned around, his gaze meeting the starlight figure’s, his hoarse voice echoing, "The smarter someone is, the more confident they are in their judgments."

Then, he drew the remaining blade from his body and thrust it again, embedding it deeply into the starlight figure’s chest.

The blood-blade was forged from the crimson giant’s own body. While it caused him harm, the extent of the damage was minimal.

If he had wielded the blade to strike backward openly, the starlight figure’s heightened vigilance would have undoubtedly detected it.

But by redirecting his attack through his own body—first piercing himself, then the figure behind him—the crimson giant had executed his plan with precision.

"You maniac..."

The starlight figure’s trembling body faltered as he took in the massive wounds before him.

This time, his body did not disintegrate into starlight; instead, it rapidly dissolved into fading wisps, his voice quivering as he looked at He Ao. "When did you realize?"

Though he had hidden his intentions well and prided himself on his experience in masking his thoughts, it seemed completely insufficient against He Ao.

"Why would you assume,"

He Ao leaned forward, his raspy voice whispering in his opponent’s ear, "that such insights were truly your own discovery?"

From the moment He Ao realized the golden-haired figure had honed his instincts against mind readers, he understood his opponent must have vast experience battling Transcendents.

Thus, He Ao strategically exposed fragments of his own ’mind-reading’ ability, leading his adversary’s thoughts down a predetermined path, coaxing the other to develop counter-strategies based on misinterpreted ’information gaps.’

Even if he didn’t use ’Ease Thought,’ a sufficient setup could still coax an opponent into following his lead.

As He Ao’s words fell, the massive starlight figure shuddered violently, his eyes wide with realization.

He Ao straightened, taking a step back to distance himself.

BOOM—

A torrent of chaos and fury exploded from the broken blade embedded in the starlight figure, igniting the remnants of crimson energy still buried within his body.

The swelling starlight collapsed in that instant, cascading like a sandcastle of light scattering to oblivion, leaving only faint traces of yellow radiance flickering briefly in the aftermath.

Overhead, the once brilliant night sky dimmed, as if its anchor to the firmament had utterly dissolved.

He Ao’s crimson-scarred figure swayed and shattered abruptly. A much smaller body tumbled from the sky, crashing into the debris-ridden ruins below, the blood-blade falling not far off.

Bang—

As his frail frame hit the ground, another faint sound echoed nearby.

He Ao opened his eyes, glancing at the dimming night sky. Stumbling, he forced himself to stand, his blood-drenched hands pressing against nearby rubble, staining the stones with deep crimson.

He staggered to where the blood-blade lay wedged between fractured stones, bending to retrieve it.

The blade now gleamed more smoothly than ever, polished to a near-ethereal finish, with a crimson ruby embedded at the end of its hilt, glinting with an eerie glow.

When He Ao had drawn chaos energy from both the blood-blade and the staff of Chaos Art using the War God’s projection, the overpowering divine energy tore apart these extraordinary items. In restructuring their shattered forms, he had crafted this new blood-blade.

While the chaotic corruption it emanated had lessened significantly, the blade in his hand now felt warm, almost alive, as if connected to the depths of his body.

When reforging this blade, He Ao had extracted some of the chaos contamination from himself, infusing it into the blade to create a bond steeped in mysticism.

At the same time, fragments of the War God’s projection’s power and corruption were also fused into it, forming a weapon akin to a chaotic amalgamation.

It seems a good match for me after all.

With a slight bitter smile, He Ao gripped the blood-blade firmly, using it to support his body as he staggered toward the source of the earlier noise.

Amidst the ruins, a golden-haired elderly man slowly came into view.

Soaked in blood, his skin wrinkled and deteriorated visibly as his breathing remained faint but discernible.

Looking at He Ao’s approach and noting his fragile state, the elder’s lips curled into a faint smirk, as though ridiculing the younger man’s inability to finish him off for good in his weakened condition.

But He Ao merely stared at the elder calmly, reaching into his tattered clothing to retrieve something, which he brought out into the moonlight.

He crouched down and extended his hand toward the golden-haired elder, revealing a light-green crystal die resting in his palm.

"Ho... Ho..."

As soon as the elder’s eyes landed on the crystal die, they widened slightly, struggling to focus. He seemed desperate to speak, his labored breathing intensifying, but only faint gasps escaped his lips.

He Ao placed the die on a flat piece of concrete in front of the old man’s face and gently rolled it with a finger.

Whir—

The crystal die whirled on the surface, emitting a soft hum as it spun before slowly coming to a halt under the elder’s unblinking gaze.

The die showed a ’6.’

The elder’s milky, aged eyes opened wide.

Buzz—

A flash of crimson light from the blood-blade sliced through the night sky and firmament, severing the elder’s body in two.

Bloodied fingers reached down to retrieve the crystal die from the ground.

The blood-soaked figure raised his head and calmly observed the elder’s lifeless corpse, its eyes still wide with disbelief.

After a brief pause, he pocketed the crystal die and turned away, staggering back in the direction he had come.

Behind him, faint yellow radiance began emanating from the elder’s lifeless body, spilling into the air.

It was the same yellow glow that had briefly sustained the elder’s fragile life during the collapse of the starlight form.

As the elder perished completely, a tide of vitality rushed into He Ao’s body, rapidly healing his wounds.

The divine blessing of life was still effective.

He Ao raised his head, his eyes briefly scanning the amber radiance around him.

It was precisely this orange light detected in his earlier trials that gave him the audacity to fully summon the War God’s projection within the city’s heart.

Initially, He Ao had only partially summoned the projection, both to conserve energy and to test the hidden powers of this city.

He wasn’t sure how many precautions the Legion Commander had left behind, but given that the commander could foresee the advent of divine power, it was reasonable to assume they had implemented safeguards to contain such contamination.

Dawn City had the densest population in the Federation. If divine corruption erupted within the city, even affecting a small section, it would result in the insanity or death of tens of thousands—a scenario Suote would never have wanted.

Lacking absolute confidence in controlling the War God’s power, He Ao had been continually probing for the city’s ’ace in the hole.’ If the Legion Commander had left no safeguards, his only option would have been to lure the starlight figure out of the city.

If it came to that, Christos would have entirely slipped from his grasp.

Lowering his gaze, he scanned the surrounding rubble. His eyes settled distantly on the towering statue radiating orange light in the background.

He eventually turned his attention forward again.

Under the dim sky, the verdant cemetery building stood solitary at the center of the ruins.

The luminous moon hung high above, like a heavenly lantern suspended atop the building.

Chill winds whistled through the grass and trees, creating soft murmurs in the silence.

Lowering his head, he leaned on the blood-blade for support, hobbling step by step towards the towering structure.

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Glorious Palace

"Is it over? Did we win?"

Christos lifted his head, gazing at the ruins ahead and the two colossal figures now fallen apart. "But why..."

He turned his attention to the hazy orange glow enveloping the city center, isolating the corruption.

"Why hasn’t it disappeared?"