Life Game In Other World
Chapter 709: The Truth of Winding Hill (Mission Completed/Large - for Monthly Pass)

Chapter 709: Chapter 709: The Truth of Winding Hill (Mission Completed/Large Chapter for Monthly Pass)

As the pattern covering the city lit up, streaks of purple brilliance appeared in the sky above Central Park, as if a brush was sketching in the void.

"A Phase Inversion Array? Whom are you trying to contact?"

Vellent looked up into the sky, his expression grave as water. Although his body had begun to recover, he was still in a near-death state, unable to move significantly.

The so-called Phase Inversion Array is a special method of drawing a Ritual Array. Such an array starts with a giant foundational array painted on the ground. Once formed, it will ’invert’ in the core area, forming the true array that the ritual performer actually needs in the air.

The downside of this type of array is that it consumes materials, incurs a huge cost, and requires a lot of labor.

The upside is that it has a particularly high fault tolerance. Once completed, regardless of the drawer’s skill level, the final inverted array generally gains the favor of Divine Beings, making the ritual easier to conduct.

Moreover, even if the foundational array is partially destroyed, it will not affect the structure of the final Ritual Array after the inversion.

This city is everywhere influenced by the power of Winding Hill, therefore once the ritual begins, if the power of Winding Hill interferes it could directly ’erase’ parts of the Ritual Array.

With a normal array, the foundational array is the Ritual Array itself, and the requirement for integrity is high. If the array is damaged during the ritual, the ritual would be forcibly interrupted. However, the Phase Inversion Array has fault tolerance, so there is no need to worry about this problem.

Of course, for He Ao, there is another advantage of the Phase Inversion Array; in the final formation of the true ritual area, one does not need to draw any foundational array at all.

Now the Ritual Array has appeared above Central Park, but in reality, there isn’t any foundational array drawn inside the park. This way, it can prevent Vellent from realizing something is amiss, therefore reducing the chance of mistakes.

In fact, the three-minute delay is not just about killing Vellent, but also about buying more time to draw the foundational array.

He Ao’s actual mission is to hold back Vellent, preventing him from discovering the array that is being drawn, and then waiting for the warriors of the Nolanka Mercenary Corps to complete the final array.

As the Phase Inversion Array was generated quickly, even as Vellent spoke, a huge purple heart-shaped pattern was sketched into existence above their heads, above Central Park.

The boisterous waltz seemed to have received some unmistakable stimulus, becoming even more vigorous.

Some kind of desire innate to human nature stirred under the illumination of the hazy purple glow.

He Ao slowly raised his blood-stained hands, his aged body stood tall amidst the still night and the city, "I have obtained,"

At this moment, the twisted, elderly face of Vellent transformed into a frightening panic.

The elderly voice echoed under the silent night sky,

"All things in the world are but vanity, the eternal universe returns to pleasure."

Initiating the Witch of Desire’s communication ritual required extreme emotion, even He Ao himself didn’t know what surging emotion he felt at that moment.

Perhaps it was hatred, or perhaps it was affection.

For some reason, the image of Kavi sitting on the bus, with his white hair at the back of his head, and Jia Xi holding up an ice cream appeared before him.

A gentle smile curled on his lips.

An immense and infinite power descended from the sky.

A figure, vague and enchanting as if the epitome of perfection in this world, emerged in He Ao’s mind.

This figure furrowed her beautiful brows the moment she arrived.

Even across a seemingly infinite distance, she appeared to evoke a sense of compassion and was filled with desire.

"You’ve conspired with the Witch of Desire!??"

Vellent’s angry roar echoed in He Ao’s ears, "You’ve accepted the Grace of Winding Hill, yet you consort with the Witch of Desire! You traitor! Heretic!!! Evil betrayer!!!!"

He Ao, however, did not respond, instead he gazed at the beautiful illusion that symbolized the Witch of Desire.

The reason the Witch of Desire frowned was not because her identity had been discovered.

It was because of the power coming from Winding Hill.

Even during his first entry into Winding Hill, He Ao had actually already felt it.

Inside Winding Hill was filled with the power of another familiar Divine Being.

As one who had received the lightning bestowed by the Witch of Desire, he knew very clearly that it was the Witch of Desire’s Divine Punishment Thunder ravaging the deepest part of Winding Hill, attempting to destroy everything at its core.

The whole pollution of Winding Hill, the boisterous dance tune that stirred up desires, also mixed within it was the power of the Witch of Desire.

Obviously, the master of Winding Hill, the entity above an angel that had died, did not have a good relationship with the Witch of Desire.

It was even possible that the master of Winding Hill had been personally slain by the Witch of Desire.

He Ao looked at that breathtaking illusion and sent his "plea" over.

"Madame Witch of Desire, with the help of the great God of Knowledge, the Great Being that stands eternal on Winding Hill is about to return, and I now solemnly inform you that your end is nearing.

"If you don’t wish to be flayed and stripped of your sinews by our Great Being, quickly bring out your sincerity, and that well-known fragile body of yours can be brought forward as well. Our Winding Hill is in need of fresh sacrifices for revival, and I hope you take heed!"

Silence, a deathly silence.

The entire world seemed to have sunk into a strange dimness.

Even Vellent’s roar became muted as he looked at the sky in fear, and the pressure from his soul made him tremble involuntarily.

He didn’t know what He Ao had done, but he knew that there was some terrifyingly incomprehensible existence attempting to make its Advent.

The next second, above that glory-conceived Ritual Array, beneath that upside-down valley in the sky, the dim void suddenly rippled like water.

Countless purple radiance spilled from this rippling void, gathering like a brilliant sun in the sky, until that purple sun abruptly contracted.

An ethereal and beautiful figure appeared in the air.

Nobody could distinguish Their gender, nor could anyone see Their facial features clearly, but at this moment, all understood,

This was the most perfect ’beauty’ in the world, regardless of gender.

The citizens of the city did not see Them, but everyone’s heart began to race at this moment.

And this perfect figure slightly lowered Their head to glance at He Ao on the ground; in that instant, He Ao’s flesh exploded abruptly, drenching him in blood as if he were a crimson and purple blood man.

But They did not do anything else; instead, They looked up at the sky, towards that upside-down hill.

Endless purple thunder exploded around Their body, turning into a surging sea of thunder that pierced upward through the void, striking precisely into the middle of the hill.

That massive and surreal hill trembled violently at that instant – countless hills rose and fell, turning into lines intertwined with the thunder.

A twisted corruption raced through He Ao’s mind, trying to tear apart his body, warp his will, and make him crawl at the feet of that unapproachable being in the sky.

This was the projection of a full-powered Divine Being, with just a glance carrying the power to destroy everything.

But He Ao did not fall; he staggered around and step by step walked to Vellent’s side.

All he did was calmly observe the elderly man then, before he could speak, slowly twisted his head to make him look up at the sky.

Vellent seemed to still be preparing to scold him for colluding with the Witch of Desire but suddenly heard a slow and aged voice beside his ear, "Do you want to know the truth about Winding Hill?"

Then a blood-covered arm pointed towards the sky.

Vellent was startled and followed the direction pointed by the arm.

Beneath the vast purple sea of thunder, those initially surreal hills evaporated like boiling water touched by flames, revealing something even deeper within.

It was the core of Winding Hill, a place Vellent had never reached.

It was where the remains of a Higher Being supposedly rested in Winding Hill’s imparted knowledge, the place that held the hope of ascending to an angel.

And now, with his connection to Winding Hill, under the destructive purple thunder, he "clearly saw" the true appearance of that place.

There was nothing there.

Only the ancient purple thunder that seemed to have been there since the beginning of time, endlessly destroying everything.

Yes, he should have realized it earlier.

Since he could find the information of Winding Hill left by the predecessors, in the old age of the ancient catastrophe, could there not be crazed individuals who had done the same thing as him?

Had the item already been taken?

No, after coming into contact with Winding Hill, it seemed that no one ever doubted what was inside. Winding Hill had always been attracting sacrifices, but those who sacrificed never had any follow-up.

This in itself was a kind of ’pollution’ that affected cognition.

Perhaps, inside that towering hill, there had been nothing from the beginning. This enormous hill was just an empty husk, a shell deliberately disguised by some higher being to deceive those who came after.

Was the thing he had been pursuing all along just such an empty husk?

He didn’t feel sad, he just wanted to laugh, to laugh out loud.

[Mission Completed]

[Evaluating this mission···]

[Will return to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return Immediately (90)]

An elderly and hoarse laughter echoed in the endless darkness, echoed beneath that inverted hill and the indiscernible phantom of divine beings.

Upon the advent of the Witch of Desire, as the purple thunder enveloped Winding Hill and after losing the infusion of power from Winding Hill, Vellent’s essence had already begun to wane, and death was approaching step by step.

And in this moment, He Ao placed his blood-stained palm on the wound on his chest.

A tremendous force of attraction overflowed from He Ao’s palm, gathering the transcendent power from his blood and surging into his body.

This was an attraction between talent sequences of the same path.

Just as auxiliary materials could draw talent sequences from the body of the deceased, this absorption was greater and stronger.

However, it did not seem to be a lower talent sequence attracting a higher one; rather, it was more like a higher talent sequence ’absorbing’ power of the same path.

He did not mobilize his power to resist He Ao’s absorption.

He only turned his head aside, looking towards He Ao next to him, "So... so..."

The heavens were engulfed by thunder.

When the inverted hill in the sky finally began to crumble, that ethereal beauty slowly turned her head, looking down at Central Park below.

Gigantic waves of thunder descended from the sky, engulfing the entire park.

The quietly placed chessboard next to it trembled, the white king vibrated and fell from the edge of the board.

The next second, thunder swept across, devouring the chessboard and the remaining black chariot on it.

It devoured everything in Central Park.

Bang—

After the loss of the ritual conductor, the ritual array in the sky collapsed loudly.

Without the ritual conductor as a point of reference, that illusory perfect phantom also dissipated bit by bit.

He had always been watching over the earth below, watching the nothingness left after the thunder’s wrath.

The flickering purple thunder gathered in front of Him, but eventually, along with His fading form, gradually dissipated.

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Saint Joen City · South Gate

A magnificent beam of light transformed into a giant sword, cutting the soaring mecha in half at the waist. A figure dashed out of the flames like a gust of wind and flew towards the man beyond the fire, bringing a sword crashing down upon him.

Bram looked up and saw the blade coming, his dagger lengthened into a rapier, which he hoisted above his head.

Boom——

The booming clash echoed as the beam sword struck the thin blade, driving Bram halfway into the ground.

Then the brilliance faded, revealing the giant sword and the tattered appearance of Fiss standing behind it.

"Fiss, to think your power has grown so strong after all these years."

Bram’s condition, however, was much worse than Fiss’, his body covered in wounds large and small, with yellow luminous blood staining his flesh.

"Because I have always been on the right path."

Fiss lifted his giant sword and made a horizontal slash.

Bram positioned his rapier in front of him and forcibly blocked another strike, his body skimming along the ground, smashing through a dozen large trees behind him.

The two were no longer within the city.

Realizing that Fiss was stronger than he had anticipated, and to prevent Fiss from disrupting the ceremony at Central Park, Bram chose to fight and retreat, drawing Fiss towards the South Gate. Then he had the mercenary controlling the gate open it, luring Fiss out of the city.

Watching Bram stagger to his feet from the ground, Fiss, with sword in hand, rushed forward. "Bram, it’s not too late to surrender now."

Bram raised his head to look at the city behind Fiss, then at the inverted hill in the sky, and with his sword, he clashed with Fiss. "Destiny will favor us!"

And just as he uttered those words, both men had the same thought, stopped their actions, and turned to look back at the city.

A vast and terrifying pressure emanated from the center of the city, followed by purple thunder that covered the entire inverted hill.

Bram’s expression changed, instantly realizing what was happening.

Fiss, on the other hand, stepped back a few paces, widening the gap between himself and Bram, holding his giant sword and sighed softly, "Bram, just surrender."

Countless lights shone from within the depths of the forest, and figures clad in small armors emerged around them.

Support from Nolanka’s Mercenary Corps was arriving from East and North City, so Bram could only have lured him towards South City.

And on his way here, Fiss had actually been half willing.

Nolanka’s mini mechas were particularly well-suited for mountainous terrain; a single one might be weak, but dozens lying in ambush were influential even against B-rank opponents.

So Fiss had deployed a mecha squad early on with an extra supply of energy cells, traveling through the forests to lie in ambush here.

Bram thought he had lured him in, but he had actually walked straight into his trap.

"So that’s how it is!"

Bram let out a wry smile. He did not look at the mechas flying out from around him but instead at the purple thunder gradually destroying the hill.

He then lowered his gaze to the thin sword in his hand. "So it seems destiny has not favored us after all."

Placing his sword before him, under Fiss’ vigilant gaze, he suddenly pulled back, severing his own neck.

Blood splattered on the green leaves and seeped into the soft soil.

"Sigh."

Fiss looked at the body that fell to the ground and sighed softly.