Life Game In Other World
Chapter 790: Kingdom of God and Hell (Super Long - , Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 790: Chapter 790: Kingdom of God and Hell (Super Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"Young Master Yiluo, a home isn’t necessarily in any specific place; it’s where our family is,"

the gilded white-robed man looked up at He Ao as he stepped on the chest of the man in glasses who had changed expression upon hearing He Ao’s words, shattering his breastbone with his foot.

And amidst the fresh blood splattering from the chest of the man below, the right hand of the gold and white-robed figure gently opened, streams of golden light gathering in his palm.

He watched He Ao, eyes slightly squinting, and said with a smile, "If you wish, this place can also be your home, you can stay here forever with your parents."

Indeed...

He Ao’s gaze sharpened.

From the moving coffin below, it seemed that something beyond his expectations had occurred this time.

The people from the Eternal Ancient Teachings seemed to have come for ’the remains of Yiluo’s parents.’

This ’focal point’ of the conflict between the Ancient Teachings and the Esoteric Teachings was not some treasure or acute sectarian dispute, but the parents’ remains.

While Yiluo’s parents possessed a high level of spirituality, it clearly wasn’t enough to lure the followers of the Eternal Ancient Teachings to take such a risk.

Either there was some secret hidden within the remains, or the bodies bore some secret.

Therefore, he stated directly that he wanted to take his parents home.

Considering the reactions of the man in white and gold robes and the man in glasses, who seemed to be from the Eternal Ancient Teachings on the ground, neither of them wanted He Ao to take his parents’ remains away, and they even wanted to ’keep’ He Ao here.

This meant that there was no longer any room for mediation between He Ao and either party, and the situation had taken the worst turn he had estimated.

It was a fight to the death.

In this struggle, only one victor would emerge, taking away the two bodies.

He Ao held the Knight Sword in his hand, standing before the coffin, the tip of his sword touching the ground, and calmly replied to the man in the gold and white robes, "But I’m quite young and very attached to home—I also don’t like staying in a place that’s about to be destroyed."

The blood-colored paper butterfly slowly rose from the opened coffin lid and flew towards He Ao.

"Oh, that’s truly a pity."

The smile was still on the man in the gold and white robe’s face as a broad and heavy golden greatsword had already formed in his hand, becoming progressively more solid and emanating an aura of ancient gravitas.

He looked up at the paper butterfly on He Ao’s shoulder and, with a thoughtful smile, asked, "Alice is by your side, so does that mean Lockway has died? It seems the Church has received some slightly inaccurate information..."

During this brief conversation, he suddenly acted, swinging the golden greatsword with terrifying, distorted power at the paper butterfly in the sky.

Bang—

The pure white Knight Sword met the swung golden greatsword in the air, and with a thunderous sound, both figures flew backward.

The man in white and gold robes landed on the ground, while the blood-colored paper butterfly fell onto He Ao’s shoulder, retreating with him to the edge of the platform.

"It seems you really were the one who killed Kate? You’re much stronger than we had initially estimated."

The man in the white and gold robes glanced at the golden greatsword in his hand, where a small nick had appeared on the blade’s edge from the collision with the Knight Sword. A faint golden radiance filled the nick as he looked up towards He Ao and smiled, saying,

"Pleased to meet you, I am the Bishop of this church, you can call me ’Serat.’

As he spoke, a heavy golden ring appeared on the spine of the greatsword, and the moment it appeared, the entire greatsword seemed to droop slightly under the influence of gravity.

Although he was still smiling, the gravity in his beautiful brows far surpassed that when facing the man in glasses.

"Serat..."

He Ao, holding the Knight Sword, glanced at the golden greatsword in the man’s hand, then briefly at the man in glasses lying on the ground with eyes wide open and chest crushed, appearing to be long dead, as well as the white Sun Crown in his hand, squinting slightly.

Then he charged towards the position of the man in glasses.

Bang—

With a crisp sound, the pure white Knight Sword once again collided with the golden greatsword.

He Ao glanced at Serat who was blocking him with a crossed sword and the greatsword in his hand that had already gathered a second golden ring. His own sword, like a nimble serpent, slid along the greatsword’s blade, thrusting out and stabbing toward Serat’s chest in a flash.

A thin layer of golden glow emerged on the white robe at his chest, and then He Ao pierced it with ease.

At that moment, He Ao’s movement paused.

He didn’t feel the resistance of flesh after piercing through the clothes, as if there was no flesh and blood within the long white robe, just empty space.

He Ao abruptly lifted his sword and swung it forcefully, shattering the gilded white robe in front of Serat’s chest.

A cavernous hole, pierced by some powerful force, appeared in He Ao’s vision.

There was nothing but void where Serat’s chest should be, with layers of writhing flesh extending within the hole, continuously constructing new organs and limbs.

The wound indicated that the hole had been created only moments ago, likely the work of the bespectacled man.

Without hesitation, He Ao immediately withdrew his blade in that instant.

However, since he had thrust his sword forward and was very close to Serat, the latter had already raised the golden greatsword to strike at He Ao’s neck as he thrusted.

In that instant, He Ao stepped back half a step and quickly retracted his Knight Sword, fending off the descending greatsword.

The golden greatsword’s edge glowed, its invisible crescent brilliance bursting forth from the blade in an instant. Part of this radiance was blocked and shattered by He Ao’s Knight Sword, while the rest skimmed past his neck, leaving behind a vivid red bloodstain.

He Ao forcefully swung his blade and retreated several steps.

Serat had deliberately used the wound in his chest to capture his attention, hiding a deadly move. Had He Ao’s action been even a fraction slower, had the sword thrust forward another millimeter, he would have been decapitated by now.

He Ao touched the fresh blood on his wound and looked up at Serat, "Is this your Talent Sequences ability?"

In his field of vision, the long robe he had torn open at the chest was slowly writhing and extending, adhering together again like flesh, forming a new gilded robe to conceal the still-writhing wound, indistinguishable from its original state.

Serat’s condition was indeed a bit ’strange’. Even with B-ranked life force, it was impossible to maintain normal mobility and combat ability with a gaping hole in the chest.

More importantly, within He Ao’s Spiritual Sight, Serat still had a complete energy circuit flowing, despite his destroyed body.

It seemed Serat had not undergone the ’transformation’ with the power of Eternal Radiance like other believers; he had only one energy gathering point like a normal person.

But this energy gathering point was precisely in the middle of Serat’s chest, exactly where He Ao had stabbed earlier, now an empty gaping hole.

This was the first time He Ao had encountered such an existence, with flesh and energy circuit separated – it even somewhat surpassed his understanding.

If damaging the flesh didn’t destroy the opponent’s energy circuit, then how could he be killed?

"This is my ability, bestowed by the Eternal Radiance,"

Serat said with a smile, looking at He Ao. He clutched the golden greatsword in his hand, which now had four rings along its spine. The entire sword appeared more solid and weighty, with a terrifying oppression emanating from the blade.

Serat’s effeminate, frail and delicate figure contrasted starkly with the wild greatsword.

That is to say, his Talent Sequences were related to Eternal Radiance.

He Ao held his Knight Sword, focusing on Serat.

Apart from this bizarre ability, Serat’s fighting power did not exceed his predictions.

After sorting through the possible schemes of the Eternal Secret Teachings, he quickly realized that the manpower they had in this trap was not very strong.

Because they had managed to divert Lockway away.

It was not the perfect plan. No matter how much groundwork they laid, there was always a chance Lockway would become alert and detect the problem. Clearly, it was very likely their ’backup’ plan in haste.

The ideal plan would have been to arrange everything in the core area and then directly capture the unresponsive people from the Ancient Teachings and Lockway all at once.

But they still triggered this ’imperfect backup plan’, which meant they might not have been fully prepared.

Should Lockway turn against them at the last moment, the ’arrangements’ left in the Church might not be able to handle both Lockway and the people from the Eternal Ancient Teachings simultaneously.

Further, as He Ao made his way there, he only encountered the peculiar labyrinth rooms and never any defenders from the Eternal Secret Teachings. This suggested that the Secret Teachings might not have full control of the situation, and the ’main force’ of the entire Church was forced to address the situation outside.

At its core, the chaos this time was the work of He Ao alone, completely beyond the control of the Eternal Secret Teachings.

Moreover, it wasn’t the chaos between the Ancient Teachings and the Esoteric Teachings planned by the Eternal Secret Teachings, but rather a free-for-all among the major powers of the whole Wint City.

The Eternal Secret Teachings weren’t the hunters laying traps in the original plan, but one of the ’prey’ in the chaos.

And that was precisely why He Ao wanted to stir up all the major powers of Wint City, knowing that even the most calculated plans would fall apart in the midst of uncontrollable chaos.

If it hadn’t been for He Ao’s active disruption of the situation, entering the main cathedral, he might have faced an angel-level trap.

Now, although the strength of the Serat he faced was peculiarly robust, its actual strength hovered around six thousand. Its comprehensive ability might be stronger than that of Lockway, but not by much.

He had anticipated this, so when he was killing Lockway, he deliberately used more schemes to lure him rather than engaging in direct combat, in order to conserve strength for the ’ambush’ in the core area.

He analyzed and organized the situation as well as the enemy’s deployment, then reasoned out the actual situation of the enemy, using this to allocate limited combat resources and plan battle tactics.

Even though he had the ability to deal with Lockway, he was still trying to deduce the truth of the Eternal Secret Teachings’ ’trap.’

If his final deduction was that there was an angel-level ’ambush’ hiding in the core area, he would prepare other methods accordingly.

Though fate often plays a decisive role in the development of events, He Ao knew he could not entrust everything to the favor of fate.

And the difficulty of this Copy World was visibly fierce.

While He Ao kept his gaze on Serat, Serat too was watching He Ao.

Though he had gained the advantage in the brief skirmish that just took place, it didn’t diminish his vigilance against He Ao by even half.

And in the instant of their standoff, another ring had been added to the back of Serat’s golden blade.

He Ao raised his sword and took another step forward.

And in the moment He Ao advanced, Serat’s blade swung down from above, meeting him head-on.

He aimed to maintain the advantage he had just secured.

He Ao locked onto the blade, his eyes fixedly observing Serat’s energy circuits and the Soul Shadow within his Spiritual Vision.

In this world, there was no one who couldn’t be killed—if someone couldn’t be killed, then chances are the method was wrong.

As the sword and blade collided again, He Ao’s body sank slightly.

This golden blade was heavier than before, and its force was greater.

Almost at the moment the sword and blade touched, He Ao saw golden radiance gathering on the edge of the great blade.

That burst of what seemed like ’blade energy’ in the form of luminescent glory flashed through He Ao’s mind, and he exerted force in his legs, leaping up and spinning in the air like a soaring bird, while his blade slid up across the great sword.

As He Ao rose, the golden brilliance erupted from the blade in an instant, striking the platform’s surface like a crescent moon, leaving a deep gouge in the solid platform.

At that moment, He Ao had already leapt higher than Serat, and then, pressing down with his wrist, power reaching the tip of his sword, he pointed the Knight’s sword toward Serat’s brow.

Just as He Ao had guessed, the ’blade energy,’ although formidable, seemed to cause Serat’s body along with the great sword to freeze momentarily due to the gathering of power upon its release.

While this time was extremely brief, merely the blink of an eye, in a battle of this caliber, that short moment was enough to accomplish a great deal.

The sharp tip of the sword closed the distance with Serat at a dazzling speed.

Serat immediately retracted, but it was still a step too late, and the keen tip of the sword pierced a bit into his brow.

Blood tinged with an orange glow seeped from his brow.

He Ao withdrew his sword and spun to the ground.

But before he could steady himself, Serat, without any hesitation, swung his great sword sideways at him.

He Ao immediately bent over backwards, dodging the sideways swing of the great sword. As he evaded, he spun back like a light bird, slashing his sword towards Serat’s thigh.

However, the moment Serat saw He Ao duck to evade, he unhesitatingly leapt aside, dodging He Ao’s slash. At the same time, the energy-charged great sword came slashing down from above towards He Ao.

The circle on the broadsword now numbered six, and its might was even more terrifying.

He Ao, who had just landed on his side due to a spinning sword thrust, didn’t hesitate, and immediately rolled out of the way of the cleaving broadsword.

Boom—

With a thunderous roar, the sturdy platform floor was cleaved open, revealing a silent darkness underneath.

And under the glow of the light, the darkness once again slowly precipitated, as if ’seeping out,’ forming a new floor.

He Ao’s gaze swept over the new floor that was gradually taking shape, a thought quickly passing through his mind.

At this time, Serat, holding the broadsword, was already slanting toward He Ao and slashing at him.

Nearing the edge of the platform, He Ao lay on his back, kicked off the ground with his legs, and used the strength of his waist and abdomen to abruptly stand up with a carp’s flip, while his sword horizontally behind his waist blocked the gold broadsword that was flicked over.

It was at this moment that Serat, gliding his broadsword over the blade, suddenly spoke up and asked, "Yiluo, why don’t you try believing in the Eternal Radiance? Perhaps the Eternal Radiance can solve your problem."

The moment this voice sounded, He Ao’s body paused.

A thought flashed through his mind instantly, yeah, why don’t I try believing in the Eternal Radiance?

Seeing this scene, the corners of Serat’s mouth curled up, and with a sudden raise of his massive broadsword, he slashed across He Ao’s waist with a howling wind.

But in that instant, He Ao suddenly moved forward, stepping on a floating coffin nearby, and with the advantage of height, he turned around with a sword slash at Serat’s head.

Serat, who was already too late to draw his sword, had no choice but to duck forward.

The sharp blade in an instant trimmed off his ponytail, causing the soft hair to fall naturally.

And Serat’s broadsword at this moment also reached He Ao’s feet, shattering the coffin underfoot.

By this time, He Ao had already stepped back several steps, standing atop the second row of coffins, looking down at Serat from above.

Serat, holding the golden broadsword, hair disheveled, looked at He Ao with some puzzlement and curiosity, "You weren’t influenced?"

"I was,"

He Ao, holding the Knight’s sword, said bluntly, "I really am seriously considering whether or not to believe in the Eternal Radiance, but that doesn’t affect my determination to retrieve my parents’ bodies."

"As resolute as obsession,"

Serat lifted his head, looking at He Ao, "You value them that much?"

He Ao remained looking at him, saying calmly, "They are my parents."

A brief silence fell over the entire space.

Serat looked at He Ao, smiled slightly, and said, "So you really are Yiluo, not some monster wearing Yiluo’s skin?"

He paused for a moment, gazing at He Ao, his broadsword resting on the ground,

"Serat, Talent Sequences No. 194: Fanatic, a servant of the Eternal Radiance. I respect all those with steadfast faith, and I hope you’ll remember my name in hell. Of course, if you choose to believe in the Eternal Radiance now, perhaps you can enter the great Eternal Divine Nation after death."

"You always knew the particularity of my parents; you knew how the Eternal Ancient Teachings ’valued’ my parents. From the very beginning, were you planning to ’scheme’ using my parents’ bodies? The so-called expansion of the Security Union, the surrounding and killing, was actually to cover up the ’trap’ you had set?"

He Ao didn’t answer his words, but instead asked softly.

"You’re smart,"

Serat watched him, "The Eternal Radiance likes a clever lamb with convictions."

He did not answer directly, but his words were effectively already an answer.

"Thank you,"

He Ao nodded slightly, his eyes on Serat, "If you truly enter that so-called Kingdom of God after death, it must really be hell there."

The white sword light streaked across the sky.