Life Game In Other World-Chapter 1746 - 1745: Hell Manager

"Captain, what is he muttering about?"

Beside him, a middle-aged man cautiously edged closer, observing the man in white suit whose pupils had suddenly contracted, and asked in a low voice.

"It’s nothing major." He Ao shook his head, grasping the phantom femur at his chest, and then slowly exerted force.

The femur that was inserted into his body was slowly pulled out from his chest, and the long, slender wriggling tendrils that were connected around the bone were also dragged out from He Ao’s body.

But these tendrils were not limited to the small section exposed outside; they were entrenched deep within He Ao’s flesh and soul.

As the pulling motion continued, the slender tendrils were extracted from He Ao’s body like threads, and a searing pain akin to a raging fire rose within his body and soul.

Yet his actions did not cease, he kept pulling upwards, inch by inch extracting the femur.

In front of him, the man in the white suit, whose gaze had shifted from surprise to shock, lowered his head, his gaze deep and hoarse as he asked, "How are you doing this?"

He Ao did not answer him but continued to raise his hand, extracting the phantom femur more swiftly.

Bang bang bang—

With a series of crisp sounds, the long slender tendrils embedded in his body were extracted one by one, scattered in the void, and then in the next moment, absorbed into the femur.

"It’s nothing, I have ways to make you talk," the man in the white suit lowered his head, gazing at He Ao coldly, "though I think you’re just using some trick to deceive me,"

He gently lifted the badge in his hand, "Even if you did extract this Bone Arrow using some secret technique, it doesn’t matter; if I can’t kill you once, I’ll do it again, you can’t even fathom the power of an Angel."

Pff—

At this moment, He Ao finally pulled out the femur in his hand completely,

A faint, invisible path of light disappeared in his palm, composed of densely layered runes.

The principle behind extracting this femur was actually very simple.

This bone had no definite material form, and its spiritual presence was unstable; attempting to touch it with soul and divine sense directly was futile.

But by strengthening one’s own spiritual existence and manifesting position, coupled with some simple mysticism formations, with divine sense attached to the soul, it is possible to interfere with the bone’s power, allowing it to be grasped.

Simply put, in the moment He Ao touched this symbolic, phantasmal bone, it collapsed into a tangible entity.

Of course, even so, it was still extremely challenging; in the previous Copy World, all he could do was try to forcibly squeeze the bone out with divine sense and soul.

However, after being promoted to Secret Wizard, there was naturally a ’solution’ direction for challenges that previously seemed utterly perplexing, like achieving enlightenment akin to having the meridians opened in martial arts stories.

Of course, even with the Secret Wizard’s boost, devising a solution from scratch still required time.

He Ao had refrained from acting immediately because he was observing the bone’s specific state of existence and contemplating how to touch it, determining what kind of Rune Array to construct.

He lifted his head and glanced at the bone in his hand.

The bone still had no definite shape, its essence a vague spiritual power, but as He Ao grasped it, it began to exhibit basic structures.

As He Ao extracted the femur, in front of him, the man in the white suit raised the badge in his hand, and terrifying power proliferated from the badge, beginning to oscillate around it.

"At this moment, you probably can’t even use your original Extraordinary Ability," the man in white suit coldly stared at He Ao, at his blood-drenched body, "so where can you run to now?"

Blood oozed from He Ao’s chest, from the wound just pierced by the bone, flowing onto the dry ground, soaking into the sand and gravel of the earth.

Yet He Ao just calmly watched the man in the white suit, knowing this body was indeed very weak, incapable of bearing any power from his soul except divine sense.

But, this body was inherently not weak.

He lifted his hand, gently raising the femur, taking a step forward, widening the distance from the middle-aged man beside him.

Boom—

In an instant, a blazing fire with purple arcs ignited on his body, engulfing him, the surging flames covering his blood and flesh.

Like encountering fluff and gasoline, the fire immediately adhered to He Ao, igniting all his flesh in that moment.

In almost an instant, the blood and flesh on him completely transformed into a raging fire, leaving only an aged, flame-covered skeleton.

The flames scorched the surrounding air, bending the light from the searchlights hitting the ground.

He Ao stood on the ground like an Angel Envoy crawling back from Hell, standing on this land once more.

Then He Ao raised his steps, walking toward the man in the white suit.

His speed was both slow and fast, crossing half the distance between them in an instant.

"How can you still use your ability?" Upon witnessing this, the man in the white suit’s brow slightly furrowed.

Especially seeing the rapidly approaching He Ao, the once-cold, proud look on his face showed slight panic.

He immediately raised the badge in his hand, the power surrounding it gathering in that moment, consolidating into a brilliant radiance.

Next, this radiance transformed into a flowing light, like an arrow, shooting towards the oncoming He Ao.

He Ao looked up at the flowing light.

In a faint moment, he saw clearly that the flowing light seemed to be a section of bone, but unlike the femur in his hand, this was a forearm bone, smaller than the femur He Ao held.

And facing this flowing light, He Ao didn’t dodge.

In Hawke’s memory, there was a documented ’outcome’ to dodging, the bone would lock onto a person, consistently pursuing and piercing them regardless of evasion.

However, He Ao wasn’t inclined to dodge either, he slightly arched his body, the flame-covered figure abruptly lunging forward, swinging the femur in his hand to meet the flowing light.

Bang—

With a crisp sound, the two bones collided, and the flowing light in the sky suddenly paused.

Following this, the brilliance halted, revealing the complete shape of a forearm bone, covered in dense cracks, and in just a moment, this bone shattered, dispersing into countless rays of light.

Meanwhile, the femur in He Ao’s hand was also covered in cracks but did not shatter directly.

The man in the white suit stared blankly at this scene, seemingly yet to fully grasp what just transpired in that brief moment.

But at this moment, He Ao had reached him, the flames with purple arcs from Hell covering his visage with an overwhelming heat.

"Imprison!"

At this moment, shock and fear aside, he desperately clenched the badge in his hand, activating some hidden power.

Terrifying power like an open, vast net spread from the badge, encompassing the near He Ao.

The staggering heat was isolated by the net’s power, even the arc-infused flames enveloping He Ao’s entire form were suppressed by the net, retracting inward.

The man in the white suit’s tense face eased at this moment, a slight smile gradually creeping up his lips.

No matter how much this mortal struggled, compared to the power of an Angel, he was still just an insect.

As long as the badge remained in his hand, he was in an absolutely invincible position.

And at that moment, he felt a mysterious pain emerge in his chest.

The smile that had just begun to form on his lips froze there as he lowered his head to look at his own chest.

In front of him, the massive barrier that blocked everything had been pierced with an opening.

A cracked femur thrust into his front chest and out from his back.

How···could this···be···

He reached out his hand, trying to grab the femur, but his palm grasped only air, as if the femur did not exist in this world, just an illusion.

The power of a mortal could not pierce an Angel’s barrier, but an Angel’s own power could.

He Ao lowered his head to gaze at the wide-eyed man in the white suit.

Raging flames burned in his eyes like a light from Hell, and an arm covered in fire stretched out from the breach in the massive web, pressing down on the man’s shoulder.

A hoarse, aged voice echoed in the silent night sky, "Tell me what you know—"

The man in the white suit widened his eyes and stared at He Ao.

Bam—

The femur that had pierced his chest shattered with a roar, and the massive web surrounding He Ao also broke apart at this moment.

The blazing flames spread out from He Ao’s palm, enveloping the body of the man in the white suit.

He died.

Boom—

And in that instant, a brilliance suddenly streaked across the sky, rushing toward them.

He Ao seemed to have anticipated this, grabbing the badge from the man in the white suit’s hand and dodging to the side before the brilliance arrived.

Pulled away several dozen meters.

The terrifying molten brilliance burned where he had just stood, melting the gravel and stones on the ground into scorching crystals.

He Ao glanced at the badge in his hand, then raised his head to look at the source of the molten brilliance—or rather, the ’laser’.

That gigantic, arm-raising, nearly sky-blocking black Mecha appeared in his field of view.

Hades.

Meanwhile, not far away, the man in the white suit, originally standing engulfed in flames, melted in the terrifying firelight, leaving only scattered dust and crystals on the ground.

This guy was, in fact, a C-level Extraordinary.

A faint power flowed into He Ao’s soul, nourishing his soul.

This was one of the abilities of the ’Hell Manager’: those killed by the Hell Manager had their souls become nourishment for the Hell Manager.

However, when the Hell Manager’s ability activated, it burned not only the body but also the soul.

And above in the sky, the enormous black Mecha that had watched He Ao evade its attack began to spew forth a torrent of fire, quickly ascending in height.

It seemed intent on using He Ao’s inability to fly as a weakness to widen the distance from He Ao.

Meanwhile, the once silent military seemed to have received some kind of order and began to slowly approach this way.

The ground shook, and the sounds of armored vehicles and Dragon Cavalry Fighters roared like thunder.

He Ao lifted his head, looking forward, seeing only dense silhouettes approaching in the darkness, with cold barrels pressing down.

Yet these vehicles were slow, clearly approaching at a leisurely pace.

And behind He Ao, the middle-aged man, covered in wounds, also picked up a Gauss Rifle from the ground. He looked nervously at the approaching army and cautiously walked toward He Ao.

At that moment, He Ao merely raised his hand slightly, signaling him to stop. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

The middle-aged man glanced nervously at the tanks in the night but nonetheless stopped in his tracks.

He Ao then lowered his head, observing the bodies sprawled across the ground.

Upon those corpses, some kind of illusory spiritual bodies flickered.

Like firelight in the night, whispering to He Ao.

These were warriors who had followed Hawke for many years, both those who followed him and those who pursued him.

He bent slightly, placing a hand upon the ground.

In an instant, more intense flames ignited on his body, then transformed into streams of light, traveling through the earth and reaching the corpses lying on the ground.

As if flames igniting a pile of straw, fervent fire enveloped each touched corpse in an instant.

And amidst this burning fire, each corpse rose from the ground.

The Hell Manager could awaken the recently deceased, whose spirits had not completely dissipated—if these departed were willing to accept the Hell Manager’s call.

He Ao quietly watched each flame-enshrouded corpse standing up.

Among them were confidants who had followed him, as well as soldiers who pursued him and perished in the melee.

They were all Hawke’s warriors who responded to his call.

And as one blazing spark after another ignited the earth, as each body rose, the slowly advancing tanks fell silent.

Under the night’s shroud, this scene was perhaps too terrifying, and it seemed as if those in the tanks were themselves reluctant to move forward.

He Ao raised his head toward the sky.

The suspended black Mecha continued to soar upward, with Dragon Cavalry Fighters and swarms of drones flying over, creating a barrier between He Ao and the Mecha.

They resembled dark clouds beneath the night sky, obscuring all light.

Tiny flames sparked from the cannons of the fighters and drones, aiming at He Ao below, and the resurrected warriors engulfed in flames.

He Ao’s gaze focused on the sky as the flames on his body burned more fiercely.

He leaped, his flame-covered body streaking across the night sky.