Life Game In Other World
Chapter 319: We Are Monsters Walking on the Edge of Madness (Seeking Favorites, Subscriptions, and Monthly Votes)

Chapter 319: Chapter 319: We Are Monsters Walking on the Edge of Madness (Seeking Favorites, Subscriptions, and Monthly Votes)

He Ao glanced at the invitation in his bracelet’s mailbox.

He had been busy coordinating with the Wilderness Wanderers the night before and hadn’t had time to check his emails until just now when he saw this new message.

But he wasn’t planning to reply to the invitation.

He put down his bracelet and looked at the thick fog at his feet. Not far from his line of sight, an armored troop disguised as a truck convoy was advancing swiftly.

These were City Defense Army forces arranged by Noan to head to the Glorious Palace.

Through Super Memory’s calculations, He Ao had established the pattern of monitoring fireballs in the fog, and by mastering this pattern, he could ’disappear’ from Noan’s ’field of view’ for a short time and misleadingly ’flee’ in a certain direction for a while.

After a series of chaotic movements, he had ’lured’ Noan to this City Defense Army troop.

"Why is there fog here?"

"Slow down the vehicles, be careful passing through!"

The leading City Defense Army had obviously noticed the mist and slowed down their pace as they gradually disappeared into the fog.

As these City Defense Army forces advanced, the surrounding fireballs rapidly dissipated and no longer evaporated nearby raindrops to create fog.

Clearly, Noan had also realized he had encountered his own City Defense Army and dispersed the fireballs to avoid causing friendly fire.

But the fog left by the fireballs lingered.

Even under the conditions of a downpour, the dissipation of the dense fog took time.

He Ao slowly walked into the midst of this City Defense Army.

"Who’s there?"

"Who’s out there?"

A gunshot dispersed the fog and also tolled the bell of death.

"Who’s there?"

"Don’t come any closer!"

"Monster!"

"It’s a Ghost! A Ghost!"

"Quick, get into the Exoskeleton Armor!"

"The armor’s useless! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! You’ll get attacked if you shoot!"

However, in the chaos, no one could hear each other clearly anymore.

Sudden gunfire echoed through the fog, blossoming vivid red flowers that stained the veil of rain and white mist with their brilliant hues.

Some lower-ranking officers tried to organize an effective resistance, but soon, they became new blossoms of red.

To unite a group of soldiers who would follow his commands, Noan intentionally relaxed the training and control of the Southern Army to cultivate a band of Mercenaries loyal to him.

These soldiers loved gold more than glory.

For power and wealth, they could let exotic beasts into the city and attack the Dawn City government alongside their general.

The reason human City Defense Armies could unleash such formidable combat power was because they knew their loved ones and homelands were behind them—places where their parents and siblings lived, places that raised them. To protect this land, they could bravely charge at the ferocious exotic beasts without fear of death.

So even in the chaos following the loss of their command center, the South City’s City Defense Army was still able to repel most of the exotic beasts outside the city.

The soldiers He Ao was facing at the moment, however, had long lost their convictions.

Such soldiers might be very fierce during an assault, but how much solidarity could they maintain when faced with an onslaught?

As one after another fell dead in the fog, fear began to pervade every heart.

Some soldiers even started to snatch the exoskeleton armor mounted on the vehicles and fled quickly.

Once there was a first, there was a second.

More and more soldiers began trying to flee the fog in panic. Seeing that this troop was about to crumble without even engaging in battle, a red cane emerged from the fog, blocking He Ao’s sword light.

"Boy, you’re clever," Noan said calmly, watching He Ao, "but it’s not a wise decision to anger an elderly man."

He Ao didn’t waste words, reversed his grip on the sword, and stabbed at Noan again.

At the moment, with Noan amid the City Defense Army crowd, he dared not manipulate the fireballs on a large scale.

He was afraid of injuring his own troops, which would directly collapse this already conviction-less force.

He still needed these people to control the Glorious Palace, as alone, he wouldn’t be able to handle everything.

Hence at this moment, Noan’s power was effectively limited, but this limitation wouldn’t last long.

As He Ao fought with those soldiers just now, the fog had already thinned a lot. He had to kill or incapacitate Noan before visibility was fully restored or the soldiers’ morale was completely regained.

Once visibility returned and the soldiers were reorganized, those who originally restrained Noan would become his aid.

He Ao’s move was obviously a risky one.

Noan understood this as well, so he didn’t opt for a risky fighting style but instead tried to conservatively drag out the fight. The longer it lasted, the more advantageous it was for him.

As the battle dragged on, the fog around them became thinner and thinner, and He Ao’s combat model of Noan in his mind grew increasingly complete.

The cost-free time of Super Memory had long passed, and He Ao had also entered Life Consuming mode.

But now his Soul was sturdy, and he could hold on for much longer.

Super Memory’s activation had increased He Ao’s physical attributes by 137, bringing his physical strength almost on par with Noan’s. With the flames bound, he had the chance to kill Noan.

His sword light grew more and more cunning, forcing Noan to defend. Noan’s fiery red cane was slashed with notches.

At that time, the surrounding soldiers were gradually being organized. They realized that it was their ’general’ who was fighting against the ’Ghost,’ and their morale was quickly boosted.

He Ao was feeling escalating pressure.

"Boy, stop resisting."

Noan blocked He Ao’s sword light once more and, with a sudden forceful push, sent He Ao reeling back several steps as a surging wave of fire quickly enveloped him.

He Ao dodged the wave of fire with a swift maneuver, but a dazzling laser beam flashed past, grazing his waist and scorching it.

Behind him, an armored vehicle tore off its camouflage. The laser cannon on top rotated, taking aim at He Ao once again.

Enduring the intense pain in his waist, He Ao swung his arm and hurled his curved blade, which sliced through the cannon’s charging barrel, piercing it and lodging into the junction where the barrel connected to the base.

Accompanied by a loud noise, the cannon’s energy circuit was destroyed, causing a short circuit. The armored vehicle’s high-energy battery exploded violently, instantly killing the soldiers operating it.

Vian had researched this type of armored vehicle, knowing that triggering an energy short circuit wasn’t difficult, but the challenging part was to pierce and complete a short-circuit loop.

This required tremendous force and precise anticipation, qualities that, if possessed, would easily enable someone to destroy the armored vehicle by other means.

As He Ao destroyed the armored vehicle, a red cane once again struck towards his head.

His attention was drawn by the armored vehicle, and now it seemed he had nowhere to escape.

However, in that instant.

Noan suddenly felt something drawing his attention. This force didn’t affect him but caused him to be briefly distracted.

In the midst of fierce combat, a moment of distraction could resolve many problems.

The sharp blade pierced his body at an ingenious angle, bypassing all defenses and stabbing through his heart, from which blood glowing with a red radiance flowed down the blade.

At this moment, Noan’s cane had already struck He Ao’s shoulder, shattering his entire left shoulder as blood, sparkling with a red glow, soaked through his clothes and slowly seeped out.

Boom—

A sudden explosion resounded from behind the distant buildings.

It came from the direction of the city council.

The city council was closer to here than the Glorious Palace.

The explosion signified that another of Noan’s units had reached the city council and engaged in combat with its guards.

He Ao gripped his short sword tightly and slashed across, intending to shred Noan’s innards.

C-levels were hard to kill, and he hadn’t expected to kill Noan so easily, but as long as he could inflict enough damage, he had a chance to end him.

However, as he swung the short sword, countless fiery orbs surged from all directions like waves.

In this life-or-death moment, Noan no longer cared about the lives of the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers didn’t have time to run before they were engulfed and scorched by the overpowering flames.

He Ao tried to seize the opportunity to cut Noan’s body in half, but the multitude of fireballs converged before him and exploded violently, blasting him away.

Everything in the area was enveloped in a raging sea of fire.

Agonizing screams echoed from beside He Ao.

Those were the sounds of soldiers being burned alive.

The flames lasted only briefly before they rapidly retreated.

He Ao, charred all over, used his sword to prop himself up and struggled to his feet.

Cold raindrops fell upon his cheeks, and as he looked up, he saw blackened corpses littering the ground, densely covering the entire land.

"Child, you’ve done well. Few have pushed me this far."

An elderly and hoarse voice came through the foggy veil of rain.

The white-haired Elder appeared before He Ao’s eyes, discarding his cane and tearing away his military dress uniform while fresh blood oozed from the wound on his chest.

A colossal flame pattern was engraved below his chest, now pulsating with a vivid red radiance as if it had come to life.

It was the emblem of the God of Chaos.

He Ao watched the emblem. Through his Super Memory vision, the souls of those burned to death swirled frenetically into the emblem.

At the same time, an immense power flowed through endless time and space, seeping into the Elderly’s body. Reddish flesh sprouted rapidly from his chest’s wound, weaving a new heart.

After a brief pause, the heart began to beat, the surrounding flesh knitting together as if the damage He Ao had inflicted had never occurred.

This was a ritual of the God of Chaos, a ’Grace’ bestowed through the sacrifice of others’ lives.

The soldiers were not just Noan’s subordinates, but also his ’blood feast’ prepared for himself.

"By accepting the ’Grace’ of the God of Chaos, aren’t you afraid of becoming a monster?"

He Ao raised his short sword and looked at the Elderly, his burnt flesh tearing open from the movement, and acute pain surged through his consciousness, but it was still within his threshold of endurance.

He gripped the sword, ready to charge at the Elderly once again.

"Child, we are already monsters."

The Elderly gently laughed and slowly took out a silver Mithril Test Tube with a fiery, lava-like liquid flowing inside.

’Talent Sequences 173: Arsonist’ Secret Medicine.

Deep within his voice lay a certain chaotic murmur.

He Ao stared blankly at him; this murmur was the same one he had heard by his ear when he ascended to become a Hunter.

And now, that murmur still echoed in his ears.

"We are all monsters walking the edge of madness."

The Elderly uncapped the Mithril Test Tube and poured the fiery red liquid into his mouth.

A torrent of power instantly gathered within the Elderly, and the very atmosphere seemed to echo with chaotic hymns.

B-level.