Life Game In Other World
Chapter 787: The End of Lockway (Super Long - , Seeking Monthly Votes)

Chapter 787: Chapter 787: The End of Lockway (Super Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Votes)

A massive and vast power flowed down through the dazzling radiance, causing Locke’s physique to shrink and solidify almost instantaneously. The aura emanating from him soared in that fleeting moment, like a mountain range rising abruptly from the ground, escalating continuously.

A tremendous oppressive force spread throughout the entire hall. The thick walls began to crack as the red-haired woman standing in the distance seemed suddenly burdened with an unbearable weight, stumbling and falling to the floor, unable to stand.

The flying knives that had danced in the air plummeted to the ground.

In the corner of the hall, the red-haired little girl was also frowning deeply at this moment. The wings of the Paper Butterfly in her hair hung limply, her blood-red dress rustling soundlessly as if moved by an unseen breeze.

Standing before Locke, He Ao bore the brunt of the pressure. His blood-stained cheeks were creased with a frown, but his hands never halted in their activity.

The sharp Knight’s sword continued to cleave through the web of lines obstructing him without hesitation.

A flicker of unusual color crossed Locke’s face as he regarded He Ao. He slowly raised his hand, and a terrifying pressure spread out from his body. A golden short sword appeared in his hand, which he lifted to meet the Knight’s sword aimed at him by He Ao.

With a soft ’thump,’ He Ao’s body was suddenly hurled backwards.

However, he did not fall. His feet stamped the ground as both the Knight’s sword and Scabbard plunged into the hard rocky floor, creating four long furrows behind him as if plowing the earth.

After shattering a remaining wooden chair and just before hitting the wall, his body finally stabilized.

"Cough—"

His chest and abdomen involuntarily contracted as he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, which scattered onto the cold stone floor.

By then, he was very close to the little girl in the red dress. The girl opened her eyes and looked at him.

"My dear Yiluo, your Talent and will are so moving. You must have secrets that I don’t know of, you must have had adventures that even I have never experienced."

Locke watched his body straighten once again, his tone filled with both admiration and regret.

"Want to know?"

He Ao’s blood-stained face slowly lifted, his abyss-like dark eyes staring at him, "Dying once might let you find out."

The blood-stained pure white Knight’s sword suddenly swung upward, striking towards Locke’s face.

At that moment, the little girl in the red dress standing behind He Ao, stepped forward, shattered into countless broken blood-red petals, then reassembled into a blood-red Paper Butterfly, landing on He Ao’s shoulder.

A surge of robust Life Force instantly flowed into He Ao’s body.

"Boastful words."

Locke chuckled lightly, raising his arm. A golden shield formed in front of it, blocking the swing of the Knight’s sword from He Ao.

However, in the next second, his smile froze on his face.

The golden shield shattered upon contact with the Knight’s sword, disintegrating into endless glimmers of light.

A massive crack spread from beneath his feet backward, demolishing all the wooden chairs in its path, finally reaching the wall where He Ao had just struck.

With a thunderous ’boom,’ the wall that had stood through several attacks finally collapsed, exploding into a dark void.

Yet, He Ao’s blade continued its descent, unceasingly pressing down and swinging towards the arm that Locke used to shield himself.

Golden shields formed in front of Locke, only to be shattered instantaneously by He Ao’s Knight’s sword. Finally, the sharp Knight’s sword forced Locke to retreat several steps before its momentum was completely spent.

"How can this be?"

Locke looked up at He Ao with disbelief in his eyes. He glanced at the red Paper Butterfly on He Ao’s shoulder, "Alice? How could she possibly have this ability?"

"Guess?"

A faint smile appeared on He Ao’s lips as he raised his sword again, striking towards Locke’s face.

At this moment, his skin was completely covered in blood, his hair dyed red by it, leaving only his deep, dark eyes retaining their original hue.

Super Memory + Fist Technique + heavy blow, combined with the original physical qualities of this body, could bring his instantaneous overall physical quality to over six thousand.

The reason he hadn’t used this power before was simple: his body couldn’t withstand it.

When he had killed the sea monster in the Storm Sea, he had employed the combination of ’Super Memory + Fist Technique,’ and even then, the physical qualities he exhibited were only just over four thousand.

But just that momentary use had nearly deprived him of all ability to move; he had to rely solely on willpower to sustain himself.

Although his physical state was better now than it was then, the explosive state of over six thousand in physical quality was much higher than before.

He couldn’t be sure that after the brief outburst, he would still be able to move, or even whether his body would collapse after using his powers so intensely.

However, his current condition was different.

He Ao could feel the tremendous power from Super Memory and Fist Technique coursing through his body: his physique was like a fragile balloon, inflated with a gas far exceeding its limits.

In principle, his body should have already ’burst’ from this potent power.

However, in addition to the formidable power provided by Super Memory and Fist Technique, another twisted yet vital force kept emerging in his body.

This power continually healed the injuries caused by the tremendous forces tearing through his body, desperately clinging to his structure on the verge of collapse.

This was the question He Ao had just asked the little girl in the red dress; he inquired whether she could perform ’healing’ on his body rapidly and in large amounts for a short duration.

And as the little girl in a red dress transformed into a red paper butterfly and settled on his shoulder, the immense life force surged into his body, the red hue on the butterfly began to fade rapidly.

This kind of healing effect must have severe limitations; it couldn’t be sustained indefinitely.

"With this little power, you still cannot defeat me, you cannot grasp the greatness of the Eternal Radiance,"

Lockway’s expression turned utterly grave as golden threads spread out from the void, blocking He Ao’s knightly sword.

The moment the golden threads unfurled, a golden ’glove’ formed over his palm, and he spun his hand, reaching for He Ao’s knightly sword while a golden dagger appeared in his other hand, thrusting towards He Ao’s neck.

He Ao observed him calmly, and suddenly he lifted the knightly sword, severing the golden threads before him, while his left hand, holding the scabbard, made an upward slanting motion to block Lockway’s dagger.

Then, without hesitation, he lifted his right foot and delivered a direct kick to Lockway’s abdomen.

Lockway was completely unprepared for the blow, and his body was sent flying backwards, crashing to the ground.

The kick had hit right where his abdomen was freshly wounded, making his face turn pale.

Even with strength greatly amplified, he still felt pain.

Meanwhile, He Ao watched him calmly, planting the white scabbard of his sword into the ground and gripping the knightly sword with both hands.

The blood-colored paper butterfly unfolded its wings on his shoulder.

The patterns covering Lockway’s body still shone brightly; within the Spiritual Vision, the strange glows that seemed to come from the Eternal Radiance were continually flowing into Lockway’s body, forming the entire church.

Although he was using the rituals of the Ancient Teachings, he was still able to receive the support of the creations from the Eternal Secret Teachings.

Lockway’s physical condition should now be close to seven thousand, but as the light continued pouring in, his strength kept on increasing.

And He Ao’s current ’burst state’ would not last much longer.

Time was not on He Ao’s side.

Moreover, Lockway might not be the last B-level power in the church.

Lockway stood up, gazing at He Ao and spreading his arms; a golden staff appeared in the palm of his hand.

He had now realized that allowing He Ao to get close was not a good idea; if he maintained his distance and dragged out the time, he would be the victor.

The biggest difference between the Ancient Teachings’ and the Esoteric Teachings’ rituals was the slower speed of the power boost. Even if he had completed the sacrifice long in advance, not immediately claiming the Grace but instead using special secret methods to have the Grace descend at the right time, the descent was still slow.

The eventual Advent of Grace was still a slow process.

Unlike the direct and speedy enhancement from squeezing the Divine Pendant of the Eternal Secret Teachings.

However, the problem with the Divine Pendant was that it was controlled by the higher-ups of the Eternal Secret Teachings. Even with his status, he could not receive many, thus he was restricted.

Unlike with the Ancient Teachings’ rituals, where one could boost their strength as much as they wanted, provided they had prepared enough sacrifices.

He Ao gripped his knightly sword with both hands, locking eyes with the golden staff in Lockway’s hand.

This guy was a quick learner.

He raised his sword and took a step forward, slashing horizontally at Lockway’s upper body.

Lockway bent down, blocking with the staff. Intense brilliance exploded on the golden staff like a storm, blowing up the wood shavings on the ground.

But this time, the golden staff was not severed by He Ao’s strike.

After having several defenses breached by He Ao, Lockway had learned his lesson and concentrated all the outflowing divine power into a long staff, abandoning any flamboyant tricks.

If it weren’t for the insufficient Divine Pendants he had received from the Esoteric Teachings, and the weakness of his materialized power, he would have prepared a protective shield to retreat into like a turtle.

At that moment, when He Ao’s strike didn’t succeed, he quickly switched hands and slashed downwards, which Lockway deflected with his staff.

A fierce radiance burst forth once again.

Although a two-handed sword wasn’t as flexible as a one-handed sword, it was faster and more powerful, capable of achieving angles that were even trickier than those possible with a one-handed sword.

The entire hall trembled with the shaking of their battle.

As the divine power sustaining the hall was drawn away by Lockway, the hall’s defenses seemed to weaken.

This time, blocked by the long staff, He Ao did not raise his sword again. Instead, he slid the blade along the staff towards Lockway’s gripping fingers.

Lockway immediately let go, one hand moving in a yin grip and the other in a yang grip, taking hold of the utmost end of the staff.

Then without hesitation, he swung the staff over his head, spinning it in the air, and delivered a horizontal blow towards He Ao’s forehead.

He Ao immediately brought his sword up to block.

Accompanied by a flash of brilliance, Lockway took a step forward and swung the staff overhead once more, chopping down vertically at He Ao’s forehead, while He Ao again raised his sword to defend, being forced to retreat half a step back.

His combat experience wasn’t as rich as He Ao’s, but his power was greater.

Driven by this momentum, he pressed forward constantly, cutting across the hall and cornering He Ao against the massive stone doors that were shut tight.

"Die!"

He seized the momentum and smashed with all his might.

He Ao’s sword, meant to block, shattered under the tremendous force, and his body leaned back against the door.

Lockway didn’t hesitate, placed the long staff horizontally, stepped forward, and thrust directly towards He Ao’s chest.

He Ao dodged to the side.

Boom——

With a thunderous roar, the entire stone door burst open as if it were made of foam, leaving a huge two-meter diameter hole with debris flying and revealing the dark and deep space behind it.

And as the dust and stone shards obscured the view, Lockway took advantage and lifted the staff, exerting all his strength once more to strike He Ao’s face.

He Ao raised his sword to block and was again brought down by the strike, falling to the ground at an angle.

Lockway immediately lunged, bowing forward to strike down at He Ao with his staff.

He Ao rolled away, and the golden staff shattered the floor tiles, revealing a deep chasm below. Lockway didn’t stop; he turned around and struck at He Ao’s chest once again.

This time He Ao forcefully blocked the incoming attack with his sword, and as Lockway raised his staff for another strike, He Ao rolled towards him and slashed at his knees with his sword.

Bang——

Amidst the sound of the staff hitting the ground, one of Lockway’s knees was grazed by the Knight’s sword. Blood sprayed as he momentarily lost balance, and He Ao took the chance to roll away and stand up.

The intense pain didn’t stop Lockway; he forcefully sealed his wound with his flesh and, looking at He Ao who had just risen unsteadily, seized the opportunity to swing his staff down at him.

But the injury in his leg caused a slight hesitation and deviation in his movements.

On a real battlefield, any hesitation is fatal.

He Ao held his sword with one hand and forcefully parried the incoming staff, pushing Lockway’s body forward with the momentum of his swing.

At that moment, He Ao’s sword moved upwards, tracing a crescent in the sky, with the sharp tip slashing across Lockway’s neck in an instant.

"Cough cough cough——"

He Ao put away the Knight’s sword, covered his mouth, and coughed violently. He staggered past the hole Lockway had just smashed.

Lockway’s eyes bulged as he watched ahead, his face still showing the last traces of anger, malice, and disbelief.

The golden long staff shattered loudly, turning into scatter glints of light.

Blood gushed like a fountain from Lockway’s neck behind He Ao, blooming into a scarlet flower.

His body fell forward as if pushed, tumbling into the vast hole he had created.

The silent darkness tore his surprised expression and the remnants of his golden and white robes to shreds, leaving only an empty abyss behind.

A blood-red Paper Butterfly perched on the edge of the hole, watching his body being devoured, then slowly took flight, landing once again on He Ao’s shoulder.

The fact that Lockway’s initial attack seemed forceful was partly because He Ao let it happen. If he didn’t lure Lockway from defense to offense, it would have been difficult for He Ao to find an opportunity to kill him, given the significant difference in strength.

The longer the fight dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for He Ao.

Sometimes victory can blind a person, making them more susceptible to falling into traps.

Although Lockway had some combat Talent, it was clear he did not know when to use which tactics or understand that different enemies required different skills.

These weren’t things one could learn sitting in a church—they had to be learned through real experiences of life and death.

"Is it... over?"

At this moment, the red-haired woman struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the staggering He Ao who approached.

She had not seen clearly the fight between He Ao and Lockway at all.

She only heard Lockway chanting some strange prayers before a mighty force pinned her to the ground, then a series of bangs and cracks and saw bursts of golden light like fireworks of high summer exploding relentlessly.

And then, Lockway was dead.

It was as if she had spaced out and everything was over; even the cathedral’s great hall was left in shambles as though it had just been wrecked.

She didn’t even see clearly how Lockway had died.

Such a level of combat was far beyond her abilities; even with her throwing knives, she could not have intervened.

Her gaze fell on He Ao, his body covered with blood. This fight further refreshed her understanding of the young boy; he was frighteningly powerful.

Within that youthful facade, there might reside an ancient Transcendent being of hundreds of years.

Partnership with such an existence, she wondered if it was good or bad.

In the end, she shook her head, casting aside the thoughts in her mind, and pulled out a long box marked with the Stars Pharma emblem from her pocket, "I have some emergency hemostatic medicines and compressed bandages here, do you..."

"No need."

He Ao shook his head.

The life force from the blood-red butterfly continued to flow into his body, repairing his physical wounds. Although he was covered in blood on the surface, in reality, there were no injuries on his body except for a few lighter wounds left by the threads at the beginning.

Of course, being unharmed wasn’t because he had some sort of compulsion, but rather because with his body’s defensive strength, had Lockway landed a hit with his club, he wouldn’t have been able to stand here.

"We need to leave here quickly."

He Ao looked up at the glazed dome above and spoke rapidly.

"Huh?"

The red-haired woman was startled.

Bang—

Right at that moment, a huge glazed window fell from the sky, shattering onto the ground into countless pieces.

Immediately after, the entire hall began to tremble.

"This hall is going to collapse."

He Ao turned his head to look at the paper butterfly on his shoulder.

The foundational structure of the hall, which was entirely constructed from transcendent powers, had been completely destroyed due to the power Lockway had drawn from its roots as well as the battle He Ao had just had with Lockway.

Bang—Bang—

As He Ao spoke, several more glazed windows fell from the dome, followed by chunks of massive stones.

The paper butterfly resting on He Ao’s shoulder slowly took flight, heading toward the now gaping entrance of the hall.

"Follow."

He Ao said hoarsely, quickly following the paper butterfly.

The red-haired woman immediately followed him.

The paper butterfly flew straight ahead, and all the falling rocks seemed to avoid it, flying past its sides.

Meanwhile, He Ao and the red-haired woman swiftly dodged the falling rocks and glass, racing toward the entrance.

As they made their way, the floor of the hall also began to collapse, revealing huge holes that seemed to lead into the abyss.

Soon, the butterfly reached the stone doorway, which slowly opened.

The red-haired woman recalled her flying knives and carefully jumped over the holes, following behind He Ao. She was the furthest from the doorway, but her agility was sufficient enough to reach the door before the ground was riddled with holes.

Then she too stepped through the opened stone door.

At the door, there was a small platform where He Ao now stood, looking around.

The red-haired woman also looked around at the same time.

The exterior of the church hall they had just been inside looked like a huge ash-gray spired church, now floating in a massive dark space surrounded by the terrifying presence of the abyss.

Around this dark space were other churches with the same spired design, floating in various positions—some upside down, some tilted. These different churches moved continuously in mid-air.

"Where do we go next?"

The red-haired woman stared dumbly at everything.

The church behind them had begun to collapse completely, and fragments and Divine Sense floated into the surrounding dark void, where the void instantly consumed them.

"To the most central area."

He Ao’s expression was calm as he spoke slowly, "There’s probably another battle that just ended there."

"Whose battle?"

The red-haired woman was taken aback.

"The battle between the mastermind hunter behind this setup and their prey,"

He Ao calmly gazed at the paper butterfly in front.

The paper butterfly slowly stopped at the edge of the platform in front of the church door, and then flew directly into the dark space.

"Hunter and prey?"

The red-haired woman was momentarily confused, then looking in the direction where the butterfly had disappeared, she hesitantly asked, "How do we get there?"

"Jump."

Without any hesitation, He Ao followed the butterfly’s recent trajectory and jumped into the dark void.

A piece of stone drifted to where he had just stood, and then was consumed by the dark void.

The red-haired woman, biting her lip, also took the leap into the void.