life copy game

Chapter 1796 Hawke's 'Importance' (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)
Irons

"Are you injured?" Medara stepped on the broken bricks of the ruins and walked towards Heo.

At this moment, He Ao appeared to her as a blood-soaked figure, his entire body covered in blood stained with a grayish-purple glow.

"It's alright." The last wisp of flame subsided on He Ao's body. He lowered his head, glanced at the fine wounds and blood seeping from his hands, shook his head slightly, and said casually.

He glanced at Medara. "Are you alright?"

Just now, Heo deliberately let that dark power cover Medara. This dark power was blocked by the angelic power he left on Medara, and at the same time, it could also become a kind of barrier to block the extended impact caused by the battle between Heo and Des.

So Medara doesn't appear to be injured at the moment.

“I’m fine, thank you,” Medara nodded slightly. She looked at the blood on Heo’s body and took out a white ointment from her pocket. “This is a treatment item I got before. See if it works. Just apply it to the wound.”

He Ao glanced down at the ointment in her hand, feeling the surging life force within it, and said, "I really don't have any problems now."

Then, seeing Medara's somewhat nervous gaze, he reached out and took the ointment. "But since you've given it to me, then give it to me."

“Okay,” Medara said with a smile. “I was going to say I’d apply the medicine for you myself.”

“No need,” Heo put away the ointment. “I have my own treatment items.”

The Bloodflow Ring on his hand shimmered faintly, channeling a continuous stream of life force into his body, repairing the wounds covering him.

Those tiny wounds are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These wounds were caused by the angelic power within his soul, tearing his body apart. This time, he used far more angelic power than before, resulting in far greater damage and a longer recovery time.

However, the damage caused by their own power is not serious and can be recovered quickly with the help of the Blood Surge Ring.

He Ao's gaze fell on the wrinkles on his palms, and he gently reached out and pressed his hand against his chest.

His chest, which was originally firm and filled with muscles, had loosened up a bit. When he pressed down on it, it bounced back after a while.

He didn't even need to open his clothes to feel that the flesh on his chest was showing a stronger trend of aging than the rest of his body.

This is where his bones were just covered by those black spots.

The life force of the Bloodflow Ring continuously flowed into his body, but it did not reverse the aging of his chest.

The gaze of death is irreversible. Even if Heo could take advantage of the loopholes in the inscription to imprison Des and destroy Des's soul, the power of the God of Death's grace would not change.

The aging caused by the powerful divine force is irreversible.

It must be said that this imprint is a truly ingenious design, allowing a mortal to wield power far greater and more terrifying than his own.

In other words, He'ao has now broken through to the level of a Mystic Wizard. With the added power of the Mystic Wizard, he can break through the loophole on the outer side of the seal and use the seal's power to imprison Des, thus achieving victory quickly at a relatively low cost.

Before his breakthrough, when he could only fight head-on, even if the power of the divine grace was not much, it would still take up most of his life to fight off that power.

The difficulty of this dungeon, and the enemies we face, are probably much stronger than before.

Shaking his head and pulling himself back to reality, Heo began to sort through the 'memories' he had obtained from Des's mind.

Des's memory was incomplete, but this was not beyond Heo's expectations. After all, the high-ranking figure behind the scenes had already shown his caution. If Des had a complete memory, Heo would have to consider whether he had fallen into a trap.

However, even with incomplete memories, Des, as one of the key figures in the entire plan, still possessed a wealth of intelligence.

This includes the identity of the person behind the scenes—the leader of the Church of Death, the Pope of Death, a high-ranking being of angelic status.

As for his face and real name, that remains unknown.

Besides this, Des also knew a little about the reason why the Church of Death left the headquarters. It seemed that the Pope of Death wanted to carry out some kind of key plan, but there were not enough people, so all the elite personnel were transferred out.

Not only the headquarters of the Church of Death, but also most of Des's elites were transferred away, leaving him in a situation where he had no one to use in Ains for a short period of time.

That's why he had to deal with Medara himself.

In Des's memory, there was also a reason why he dealt with 'Hawk'.

This is a direct 'order' from the highest level of the Church of Death, that is, from the Pope of Death.

Hawke himself seems to be involved in some scheme of the Death Pope, and plays an important role in it.

Of course, the stage for that scheme was Dawn City, so the Death Pope hoped that 'Hawk' could go to Dawn City, in whatever form, as long as he was alive. In extreme cases, death was also acceptable, but a series of procedures would need to be followed.

Des is dealing with this problem.

His original plan was to have the Gatesus Group remove 'Hawk' from his position, eliminate any other interference with 'Hawk', and then have the priest beat 'Hawk' to a pulp and bring him to Dawn City while he was still alive.

However, Hawke demonstrated his formidable strength, eliminating the priest he had sent, and later, together with Medara, killed Wilde.

He had to try other methods, using things that Hawke cared about, to lure Hawke to Dawn City.

But he didn't expect that 'Hawk' would come in person.

The whole situation isn't complicated; after all, it hasn't been many days since 'Hawk' was dismissed.

However, Heo did not see any memories related to how to deal with Hawke's body if Hawke died.

When he tried to access those memories, Des's entire soul exhibited a violent self-destructive tendency and began to collapse.

He could only bypass these memories first and then access other memories.

Des didn't know what the Church of Death was planning to do. He was just following the instructions of the Pope of Death and completing his tasks step by step. The Pope of Death hadn't told him why he was doing this.

Of course, it's also possible that they did say it, but the relevant memories were erased.

Meanwhile, Des learned a way to deceive the surveillance network.

In essence, it involves exploiting a loophole to disguise one's own unusual power movements as the power of an angel forming a warning network, thus deceiving the network.

But Des didn't know who this angel was; he only obtained the method from the Pope of Death.

But judging from this situation, it is clear that Irons does indeed have angels helping the Church of Death.

When Heo discovered this place, Des's soul had already begun to collapse rapidly, which clearly triggered some kind of spell left by the Pope of Death.

Ultimately, in this broken soul, he could only vaguely grasp some fragmented memories.

This includes the key item used to dispose of 'Hawk's' 'corpse', which is the illusory badge that Heo obtained from the priest.

Since 'Hawk' is crucial, then the phantom badge used to dispose of 'Hawk's' corpse should also be crucial.

He Ao took the illusory badge out of his pocket again.

In other words, that illusory badge is very likely related to the core of the entire plan.

Furthermore, the power of the Death God's grace, and the inscription created by the Death Pope, seem to have some connection with this illusory badge.

But even now, the clues that He Ao has are only vague and scattered, and he is unable to connect them completely.

Moreover, Des's soul is strange. Its uniform strength is much stronger than that of a normal superhuman, but its complete soul is only slightly stronger than that of a normal superhuman.

A large average but a small total number indicates that the overall quantity is even lower.

Des's soul appears to be significantly smaller than that of a normal superhuman.

Or rather, his soul was inherently flawed.

This could be hiding some kind of secret, or it could simply be a side effect left by the imprint or the operation of the Death Pope.

The Death Pope's understanding of souls far surpassed that of Heo, so Heo could not determine why the soul was in this state.

This guy is clearly very strong, but he's overly cautious.

In Des's memory, the Death Pope wanted him to deliver 'Hawk' to Dawn City today. Des was already way too late, which was why he was in such a hurry to catch up.

From this perspective, it seems that time is running out for He Ao.

Looking at the illusory badge in his hand, He Ao raised his head, looked at the setting sun and the broken ruins around him, and frowned slightly. "Something's not right."

"What's wrong?" Medara asked, puzzled.

He looked down at the illusory badge in his palm, which was glowing with a purple light.

Des was able to conceal his high-ranking power because he had been exploiting loopholes in the surveillance network, but after he was killed by Heo, this concealment was rapidly fading.

When He Ao hadn't fully controlled the power of divine grace, some of this powerful force actually leaked out.

Normal people might not be able to feel the pressure emanating from these leaks, but it's impossible for them not to trigger the warning network.

Now, at least one of the angels is with Aines, and at the speed of an angel, they should be here by now.

But at this moment, he did not see any trace of angels.

"Look at the sky!" At that moment, Medara, who was in front of him, seemed to see something, looked up, and said with some surprise.

He Ao raised his head and followed her gaze, only to see a gray and gloomy scene.

Dark clouds had somehow obscured the glow of dawn and the setting sun, and were rapidly spreading across the sky.

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Dawn City

"Finally done." The man in black looked at the black coffin in front of him, which was covered with the banner of an ancient palace, and took a deep breath.

He looked up and saw behind him a long snake coiled around the coffin in the room.

One by one, the transport robots lifted up these spirit-sealing coffins, like the undulating muscles beneath a long snake, seemingly waiting for the command to act at any moment.

"Shall we begin?" Dester, with his broad face, looked up and asked in a low voice.

“Almost done,” the man in black nodded. He looked at the long black coffin snake that had formed, then raised his bracelet and glanced at the time on it. “The preparations outside should be almost complete.”

"Shall we go?" Dester looked at him and asked tentatively.

“Okay.” The man in black nodded. The truck in front had already left, revealing a spacious freight hall.

He lifted his foot and walked forward. Dester greeted the others in the room and followed the man in black.

“Brother Dester,” the young man walked up to Dester and said with some curiosity, “They keep talking about some kind of welcoming ceremony, but what exactly is it? Mr. Sert is not around here anymore, and we don’t know where he went. We don’t even have anyone to ask.”

“Mr. Sert is the deputy mayor of Dawn City; he should be helping with the ceremony preparations,” the man in black at the front casually interjected.

“Oh, so that’s it—ah?” He looked up at Dester. “What is Mr. Sert? The deputy mayor of Dawn City? What does that mean?”

"That means he's Christos's partner, the deputy mayor of Dawn City, and the number two person in Dawn City," the man in black looked at him with some doubt. "Don't you know he's the deputy mayor of Dawn City?"

“I don’t know,” the young man said, scratching his head awkwardly. “I only know that he’s from Dawn City and seems to have some connection with Christos.”

The man in black turned his head and looked at the others behind him.

They discovered that the others were also somewhat shocked and bewildered.

"None of you know?" the man in black asked again.

The woman with the ponytail walking in front turned her head to the side, while the others just scratched their heads, grinned sheepishly, or avoided eye contact.

"You don't even know his identity, yet you dare to risk such a huge danger with them to rescue these bodies and then come back to Dawn City together?" the man in black said again, speechless.

“It’s not that complicated,” the young man smiled and said slowly, “Mr. Sert just told me that he needed me to protect the remains of some march organizers, and then I came.”

The others nodded slightly in agreement.

“When Sert recruited us, he didn’t mention any of this,” Dester, who had been silent until now, said slowly. “He only told us about what happened to these bodies.”

“Amazing,” the man in black exclaimed. “You are true heroes too.”

“We don’t count,” Dester shook his head, turning his gaze to the coffin behind him. “They are.”

At this moment, they had passed through the spacious freight hall, and a heavy door came into view.

After passing through this gate, they were officially inside Dawn City.

A group of people stood there, staring at the door.

Everyone seemed a little tense at that moment.

“This door is reserved specifically for your use,” the man in black said, walking to the verification device. He entered his password, confirmed his identity, and then turned to the people behind him. “Welcome to Dawn City.”

The tightly closed door slowly opened, and the man in black continued, "However, the streets outside aren't very bustling; they might be a bit deserted..."

click -

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a flash of light, and at the same time, flashing lights appeared outside the door.

The people inside the door looked up and saw only a yellow cordon and behind it, pairs of eyes of all sizes and heights.

At the front were reporters, and behind them were crowds of people pushing and shoving.

The glow of the setting sun pierced through the skyscrapers at the edge of the city and landed in front of this gate, illuminating every face, big and small, on the old road in front of it.

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