Life Game In Other World
Chapter 791: The ’Immortal’? (Super Long - for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 791: Chapter 791: The ’Immortal’? (Super Long Chapter for Monthly Votes)

The sword blade, streaking like a comet, did not descend upon Serat but instead struck the coffin lid that had been opened in front of He Ao.

The suspended coffin lid, jarred fiercely by the sharp sword blade, abruptly flew out and, like a comet, headed straight for Serat’s head.

The coffin lid blocked out the brilliance from above, and a brief shadow covered Serat’s figure.

Serat raised the golden greatsword in his hand and leapt up, bisecting the incoming coffin lid in two, then slashed towards the spot where He Ao had stood.

But He Ao had already sprung away from his original spot with a powerful leap and a sidewards somersault the moment he lifted the coffin lid.

Boom——

The massive golden greatsword crashed down on the coffin where He Ao had just been standing, shattering the entire coffin to pieces.

Serat landed on a coffin in the third row, holding the golden greatsword and watching He Ao,

The hefty back of the blade now showed that the sword ring had advanced to eight.

He Ao glanced at the greatsword, then at Serat’s body, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Just as the shadow from the coffin lid had enveloped Serat, a flicker passed through the energy circuits within Serat’s body in He Ao’s Divine Sense.

He Ao looked up at the illumination above his head.

The light in this dark space had no source. Looking up only revealed a faint glow and an impenetrable darkness.

It was as if the light was born from the darkness itself.

In the Spiritual Vision, the surrounding darkness was filled with twisted patterns, and occasionally, strange ’rays’ of light streaked through these contorted patterns.

In the space illuminated by light, these twisted patterns also existed but were chiefly forming the platform upon which the two had stood previously, with very few in the light-filled space.

Noticing He Ao’s movement, Serat’s gaze hardened, then, without hesitation, he grasped the hefty golden greatsword with both hands, leaping forward and slashing towards He Ao’s face.

He Ao shifted sideways, positioning the sword horizontally across his shoulder to block the swinging greatsword. The sharp edge of the sword suddenly pressed down at the moment of collision, almost touching He Ao’s neck.

He Ao clenched his teeth and exerted strength in his arms to firmly hold back the greatsword.

Boom——

The tremendous force transferred to the coffin beneath his feet, which then shattered with a loud bang.

He Ao’s body sank down.

In the endless darkness, a pale hand covered in death spots slowly reached out, grabbing towards He Ao’s ankle.

Meanwhile, Serat, standing on an adjacent coffin, raised the golden greatsword again, changing his strike to a sweep, bringing it across with the force that could easily bisect He Ao.

He Ao’s foot, which had just lost ground, suddenly stepped on the outstretched hand, and using it as leverage, he arched backwards, nearly lying flat as he back-flipped away.

In the boundless darkness, countless hands stretched out like dense seaweed, attempting to seize He Ao.

However, the height at which He Ao was positioned happened to be just above the maximum reach of these hands, so his body flew past, landing on a coffin behind him.

At that moment, as Serat’s strike met with air, the weight of the greatsword pulled him forward, and a pale arm quickly seized the opportunity, grabbing his ankle and dragging him into the darkness.

The moment he was caught by the hand, Serat cast a glance at He Ao, lifted the golden greatsword, and with a sudden swing, numerous golden crescent-shaped arcs of sword energy burst forth like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, aimed at He Ao who had yet to stabilize his stance.

He Ao swiftly raised his sword, the sword light danced, consecutively shattering the golden sword energy that approached him.

Though there were more sword energies, their individual might had lessened, appearing as a rushed release by Serat, who found it impossible to aim.

As He Ao destroyed the sword energies aimed at him, other stray energies shattered nearby coffins.

Amidst the explosion of splinters before his eyes, He Ao could barely see as Serat was dragged into the darkness by multiple hands.

During that process, the energy circuits in Serat seemed to be rapidly dimming.

As Serat was pulled into darkness, the entire space also fell eerily silent for a moment.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao’s mind as he looked up once more at the flowing distorted patterns and those escaping rays in his Spiritual Vision.

Without any hesitation, he held his sword with both hands, and with a single slash, struck behind him.

And in that instant, a burst of golden radiance suddenly erupted from the darkness, striking towards his back.

The pure white Knight’s sword clashed with the golden greatsword, He Ao’s sword trembled momentarily, and specks of golden radiance scattered from the impact on the golden greatsword.

The Coffin at He Ao’s feet shattered once more. Under the strong recoil of power, He Ao was sent flying backward, crashing through another Coffin behind him before hitting the platform, creating a crater full of cracks.

At that moment, without any hesitation, Serat flew forward, raising his sword to strike, aiming to finish off He Ao while he had the advantage.

At the same time, He Ao, watching Serat in the air, propped himself up on his elbows and bent his knees upward before suddenly extending his legs in a kick just as Serat was about to close in.

Serat, while still airborne, was kicked away, flying backward. He smashed through a Coffin at the edge of the platform before coming to a stop.

He Ao, meanwhile, bent his legs and flipped up in a carp’s leap, standing upright once again.

At this moment, from the third row of Coffins freshly opened, a red-haired woman cautiously poked out her head, watching the fight that was like a flash of light. She glanced at the Coffins easily shattered by the fight between He Ao and Serat as if they were mere paper boxes, then looked up at the Coffin Lid floating beside her.

After a moment of contemplation, she stretched out her hand and pushed firmly against the Coffin Lid, trying to push it upward.

The muscles in her arms bulged, her face turned crimson, but no matter what, she could not move the Coffin Lid even by a fraction.

Then, after hesitating, she took out a black throwing knife and aimed it at the Coffin Lid, slashing hard.

In the end, she only left a shallow scratch.

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Realizing her own limitations, she put away the throwing knife and turned her head again to look down at the platform below.

"Yiluo, you are very clever."

Serat slowly got up, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiling as he looked at He Ao.

"Cough—"

He Ao coughed, glanced at the fresh blood on his palm, and then lifted his Knight’s sword to gaze at Serat.

At that moment, his gaze wasn’t fully on Serat; instead, he was discreetly using his Spiritual Vision to scan the dark space around him.

The ’Radiance’ symbolizing the power of Eternal Radiance seemed somewhat diminished in the surrounding space.

The decrease wasn’t significant and was hidden among dense, twisted patterns; if He Ao hadn’t concentrated and watched carefully, it would be hard to notice.

By contrast, Serat, who had been slightly injured by He Ao’s counterattack, now appeared to have completely recovered.

He Ao took a deep breath, shifting his gaze to Serat’s chest, where there was a faint rising and falling; the injury on his chest seemed to be mostly healed as well.

However, the fluctuation was not much better than when he first entered the darkness, it was far from the rapid healing he had experienced before.

Without the shine of Radiance, although Serat’s energy circuit would become unstable, it wouldn’t vanish completely; even if he entered the darkness, he wouldn’t die, but his healing would speed up.

He Ao stepped back half a step, glanced at the crater he had created on the platform, now filled with cracks. Beneath the dim glow, new stone flooring was rapidly forming, connecting to the darkness beneath.

Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao’s mind again, and on his shoulder, the color on the blood butterfly grew much paler.

This meant Alice’s power was running out, and he didn’t have much time left.

At that moment, Serat also glanced at the Paper Butterfly on He Ao’s shoulder and smiled, "It seems your power is running out. You have great Talent and are very smart. If you follow the great Eternal Radiance, I can leave you with a whole corpse."

On the back of his golden greatsword, nine rings now overlapped, conveying a powerful sense of heft spreading invisibly. He slightly lifted the golden greatsword, continuing to watch He Ao,

"You are very smart, so I think you have already understood that I am ’undying.’ My strength won’t diminish with the passage of time or injury. Even if my body completely shatters, I will recover quickly. You have no chance of winning."

He Ao simply glanced at the Paper Butterfly on his shoulder, then calmly watched Serat, raising his Knight’s sword, "A person kills, they die; this church cannot be without its weaknesses."

The faintly colored Paper Butterfly seemed to understand He Ao’s intent, its wings slowly unfolding.

In the Spiritual Sight, the twisted patterns and streams of light in the surrounding darkness began to churn chaotically as if stirred by some force.

And the blood color on the Paper Butterfly faded even faster.

Serat’s eyebrows twitched with a sense of crisis rising in his heart; he gripped his golden greatsword tighter as he watched He Ao.

Then both sides charged at almost the same moment, two streaks of light colliding in midair.

Clang—

With a clear sound, blade struck blade, creating a crisp ring.

The figures of the two crossed, then turned to face each other simultaneously.

He Ao’s knight sword was even lighter and faster, and without hesitation, he lunged forward and thrust his sword out, stabbing towards Serat’s chest once again.

Serat reacted by lifting his golden greatsword with the blade pointing downwards, covering his heart and diverting He Ao’s knight sword to one side.

But even so, the sharp knight sword still pierced through his ribcage.

At that moment, under the Spiritual Vision, the ’radiance’ that scattered in the surrounding darkness vanished slightly, and the twisted patterns became even more chaotic.

However, some areas remained stable.

Serat’s body staggered, and he flipped the blade, slicing it along the sword towards He Ao.

He Ao immediately drew back his sword and sidestepped, forcefully slashing towards Serat’s neck.

It seemed the attack to the vital area was effective against Serat, or he wouldn’t instinctively protect his vitals.

Serat forcefully parried He Ao’s knight sword with both hands on his sword and swung his blade towards He Ao.

The two exchanged blows with their swords, pushing towards each other and, after several movements in a fraction of a second, He Ao’s sword blade got trapped between the ring on the back of Serat’s sword, pausing both men.

Seeing this, Serat fiercely pulled his sword free, and with the heavy blade’s momentum, it spun around the pivot point where it was trapped against the sword blade and swept towards He Ao’s chest.

He Ao immediately dodged to one side, but the sharp blade still slashed across his shoulder, scattering blood glistening with an orange-purple brilliance.

Serat pushed down and caught the blade that had spun in the air and, without hesitation, slashed towards He Ao again with both hands on the hilt.

He Ao raised his sword in defense, but the hefty golden greatsword struck so hard that his arm trembled, and the hilt grated against his palm, drawing lines of blood, almost losing grip on his knight sword.

Serat’s combat skills and experience far exceeded those of Lockway.

And at that moment, Serat had seen his opportunity. Gripping the hilt with one hand and the back of the sword with the other, he swiftly pulled the blade back, changed direction and flicked it forward, intending to disarm He Ao while he struggled to keep hold of his sword.

As Serat swung his sword upwards, He Ao didn’t retreat to defend, knowing that would send his knight sword flying by the heavy blow. Instead, he thrust forward, stabbing the golden greatsword’s back ring and trapping the tip inside.

With a hard pull and deflect, he shifted the greatsword aside while also closing the distance between himself and Serat. He Ao leaped up, aiming a kick at Serat’s throat.

At the same time, Serat exerted force in an attempt to separate the knight sword from the golden greatsword, but by then, He Ao had already kicked him in the throat.

Accompanied by a slight sound that seemed like a throat shattering, Serat’s body flew backward, crashing into a coffin at the edge of the platform.

Both the knight sword and the golden greatsword were flung from their owners’ grasp, landing in the ground nearby.

He Ao didn’t go to pick up his knight sword but instead dashed straight towards Serat.

At that moment, the Paper Butterfly on his shoulder fluttered rapidly, as if the underlying rules of the entire space were in turmoil, and the chaos in the distorted patterns of the surrounding darkness became increasingly intense.

With the ’radiance’ in the twisted patterns dissipating and the healing of Serat’s wounds impeded, the chaos acted like a catalyst, disrupting the patterns even more.

At the same time, an invisible ’force’ also spread throughout the dark space, maintaining the order of the area.

In that instant, He Ao tried lightly to ’absorb’ the mumblings in his mind, taking a step closer to the ’Truth’.

The twisted patterns unfolded in his ’view’ in an instant, and the three-dimensional space laid out like a scroll before him, spreading out under his gaze like a lawn.

And within these ’spread out’ patterns, a strong blaze of light flickered across his vision.

Delicacies, gardens, dances—a myriad of beautiful ’scenes’ flooded his thoughts in that instant.

Found it...

He Ao immediately withdrew his consciousness, and fresh blood streamed from his eyes.

All of this unfolded in a very short time, and He Ao had now reached Serat.

Having just stood up, Serat seemed to sense the recent ’abnormality’; he looked up with a shocked gaze and stared at He Ao, "Your ability is..."

What greeted him was He Ao’s flying kick.

Serat raised his hand horizontally in front of his chest to block the kick while lifting his foot and landing a kick on He Ao.

He Ao was sent flying backward by the kick, smashing into another coffin not too far away, breaking it apart.

"It doesn’t matter,"

Serat, watching He Ao, charged straight at him, "Even if you have discovered it, you have no ability to destroy it. I will use your corpse to set a new ’trap’."

He Ao didn’t respond to the man’s words. Instead, he flipped himself up, performed a somersault in midair, and landed on top of the second row of coffins.

Serat leaped into the air, his fist smashing down towards He Ao.

Just as Serat charged at He Ao and became entangled with him in the blink of an eye, the bespectacled man who lay motionless on the platform, his chest crushed, slightly moved his eyes to watch the two of them.

Both had sustained serious injuries by now, and it seemed their final moment had arrived.

He slowly clenched the Corona of Radiance in his hand, moving the hand of the Sun Crown incrementally, aiming it at the spot where both were located.

In this instant, the red-haired woman who peered out from the coffin felt something and glanced at the bespectacled man.

Through her view, the man’s body still didn’t move, which seemed to confirm that he truly was dead.

Then she lifted her gaze, as if to look again in He Ao’s direction.

The movement of her eyes happened in an extremely short span of time.

The bespectacled man, who had realized he was being observed and had frozen, started moving the Corona of Radiance once more.

In that moment, a pitch-black blade light suddenly flew towards him, and he fiercely raised his hand, crushing the dark light with his grasp.

"Yiluo..."

At this time, the red-haired woman had already turned to look in He Ao’s direction and opened her mouth as if to shout.

But she made no sound, her throat seemingly invaded by some force, blocked up like melting ice cream, unable to utter a word.

Yet she quickly realized what was happening, reached out, and slammed her hand on the coffin lid, trying to make noise to attract the attention of the two men fighting.

In the moment she raised her hand, the bespectacled man had already adjusted the direction of the Corona of Radiance.

He had initially planned to wait, but the red-haired woman’s ’discovery’ suddenly made him feel pressed for time.

Still, he hesitated because he wasn’t certain if this strike would be effective. It might kill the child, but it wasn’t guaranteed to kill Serat.

Serat had already been hit by the Corona of Radiance once before.

The Corona of Radiance had energy for only three strikes; one broke a shield, the second struck Serat, and now was the last opportunity.

Although the red-haired woman could shout a warning, if he moved swiftly enough, he could also completely prevent her from giving any warning. Those two, already fighting to exhaustion, might not notice in time.

Therefore, the threat posed by the red-haired woman was not so immediate that he must activate the Corona of Radiance right then and there.

But once the red-haired woman raised an alarm, it would only be a matter of time before they discovered he wasn’t dead.

His combat strength was weaker than either of them at the moment; only a final chance with the Corona of Radiance could help him turn the tides.

If Serat and the child realized he was still alive, they might decide to eliminate him first.

Countless thoughts raced through the bespectacled man’s mind as he faced a decision.

His gaze was fixed intently on He Ao and Serat, who were now entwined in combat.

Next time, having this opportunity would be very difficult.

Ultimately, he made his choice.

A dazzling golden radiance instantly tinged the pure white Sun Crown with color.

Meanwhile, He Ao, locked in close combat with Serat, curled a faint smile upon his lips.

He caught Serat’s rushing punch and used the momentum to roll around the arm, pressing his back against Serat’s arm, then swung his elbow fiercely, striking directly at Serat’s temple.

Blood, glowing with an orange radiance, splattered from Serat’s temple.

Serat’s whole body stiffened.

At this moment, the positions of He Ao and Serat had shifted from face-to-face confrontation to standing side by side.

The brilliant golden light burst forth, like a streak of light tearing through the dim darkness.

A massive sphere, seemingly composed of countless arms, appeared in everyone’s view. The dazzling light instantly tore through the pale arms trying to block it, ripping open the twisted sphere.

It struck the center of the sphere, hitting that distorted ray of light.