MY CELL PRISON

Chapter 772: Chapter 772: Death Sand

Four whole hours had passed.

With the recognition of the formidable target, Han Dong let the Count handle his entire right half for the first time.

The purpose was to better control the ‘Dark Blood’… with the Count’s understanding of deep red, he could better unleash the power of the right side of his body.

As for Han Dong, he intimately concentrated on controlling black magic.

‘Abyssal Bloodhound Arm’

The close combat power it displayed was truly terrifying.

Any fancy techniques would prove useless in front of it – anything was crushed in a single bite.

With the Count in control, his right arm could lengthen or shorten, enlarge or reduce at any given moment… it could adapt to any situation by ripping apart any onslaught by the Flesh Flower, and smash multiple layers of flesh formed defenses.

As for Han Dong on the left, he just needed to provide confusion and fatal strikes.

At the right time, flawlessly release black magic, providing the Count with stellar opportunities to attack, while simultaneously using the Force of Death to whittle away at the flesh remnants scattered across the ground.

Even if the two combined seamlessly, pressurizing Marysia fully.

But, after four hours, they still had failed to kill the target.

The meat scattered in the ‘meat soup’, even if completely chewed and swallowed by the Count, or even if annihilated by the Pharaoh’s original Black Sand, could still infinitely regenerate within the soup.

Even though her essence was weakening, it had yet to fall below the limit.

At the start, the Count who had been on such a rampant killing spree, was also starting to feel ‘tired’ creep in now, with the Bloodhound’s speed visibly decreasing.

“Count, what’s going on? Didn’t you say you could handle it?

From what I see now, Ms. Meat can continue, but you are about to give in.”

“Damn! Isn’t it all because this thing has already died once and its special traits have changed… She seems to make use of some death trait to maintain her vitality just above a certain limit, enabling her to regenerate infinitely.

If everything was normal, she would have died long ago.

If it was my original body, I could have executed her using the ‘Holy Sword’.”

“So you mean [you can’t handle it] am I wrong?”

“Hey, you better make it clear, who exactly can’t handle it? Isn’t it just that your body can’t take it? If it was the body of the past Count, I could have just smashed this Miss Flesh Flower in a few hundred rounds!

Stop messing around and quickly come up with a solution… I don’t wish to die here.

The [Big Expedition] is about to come, and I am thinking of experiencing it.”

Seeing that the Count had started to surrender a bit verbally, Han Dong refrained from ridiculing him further, bringing the conversation back on track:

“I have been watching it all the time. I guess that the reason she is immortal, maintaining her vitality at a certain limit, is because she was resurrected from a highly pure Death Crystal.

Or maybe, the extent to which we have killed her has not exceeded the extent to which she was killed by Captain Alex.

We need a more powerful method to kill her completely.

This is the exact reason why the Fallen Knights here choose to avoid combat as much as possible.”

“Alex… The sense of danger that this human knight gives me is almost catching up to the King-Level… Are you sure you can do it?”

“Yes, but I need the Count to help me buy some time.”

“What?”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Han Dong voluntarily separated the right arm from his body, letting the ‘Abyssal Bloodhound Arm’ temporarily disattach (though their souls were still connected).

Multiple tentacles split out from the surface of his body, weaving together to form four legs.

A bloodhound with long hair and a blood crystal structure separated out.

Staring at the mass of multiplying meat flowers in the soup, it pounced right on.

Preventing the regeneration of the Flesh Flower, stabilizing it at the “Killed” limit.

Watching the independent fight of the Bloodhound through multiple division techniques, tentacles attacks, and sharp teeth bites, Han Dong said in a low voice: “This count… this person can still be trusted.”

Hope to be able to take advantage of the promotion of the Death Mood, to exert an intensity beyond the original killing target of Captain Alex in an instant.”

In the incarnation of one-armed man, Han Dong held the Raven Staff sideways and sat cross-legged at the bottom of the soup realm.

Absolutely trusting Count, he closed his eyes and meditated.

With the help of Dark Knowledge, and the amplification provided by the staff.

Han Dong’s thinking quickly settled into the deep area of ​​the Death Mood, trying to go to the Crow-man tribe under the jurisdiction of the Crow God, and borrow some powerful Force of Death again.

As the consciousness sinks.

This time, Han Dong failed to successfully contact the Crow God, and his consciousness was still sinking deeper into death.

Just as Han Dong felt something was wrong and wanted to interrupt this process.

The disguise of his left arm was forcibly removed.

Exposing a mummified arm that was dry and wrapped in a little rag, and at the same time, ‘Regular Sandification’ appeared on the surface of the skin, hollowed out and imprinted with some strange Egyptian texts.

Scarabs crawled in and out of the hollowed-out text.

Han Dong’s consciousness seemed to sink into the yellow sand, reaching the bottom of a tomb in Egypt.

Upon seeing the text in the tomb, the energy from Han Dong’s Talent Tree was almost instantly drained. A powerful Pharaoh’s power filled the body…

The “Sand Territory” formed naturally.

The Soup Territory was forcibly covered by ancient sand grains in a short time, and the domain released by Han Dong suppressed Marysia.

“What is this!?”

When reopened his eyes, Han Dong’s eyeballs had evolved into a kind of sandball structure, and his pupils were still constantly flowing out of fine sand grains.

Count also looked dazed, still fighting with a semi-flower semi-humanoid creature wrapped in sand.

Since the formation of the Talent Tree, Han Dong hasn’t encountered a situation where the energy is drained for a long time… he quickly took off a red fruit, swallowed it frantically to replenish energy, so as not to pass out.

“Is this the power of the Undying Priest?

It seems… For the next journey of fate, I must strive for a trip to ‘The Mummy’ or a related world… Pharaoh, Dog-headed man, Ancient Mystical Text.

The knowledge system contained in these ancient Egyptian civilizations must be deeply learned!”

When he thought of this, the energy in Han Dong’s body was unstoppable, continuing to pour out… With the special state of his left arm, he aimed his palm at the Flesh Flower that was trying to regenerate.

“Count, get out of the way quickly!”

Woof! (The actual answer is “OK”, naturally it’s a dog bark sound through the Bloodhound carrier)

The moment the Bloodhound retreats.

“Grip of Death”

Between the small holes on the surface of the left arm, a large amount of black sand suddenly overflowed, and each grain of sand possessed a terrifying life-absorbing power.

Reconstruction of sand grains, enlarging the arm by more than ten times, and directly grabbed at the target, the palm even transformed into a horrible face of Imhotep, devouring the Flesh Flower… the Force of Death contained in the sand grains was instantly injected into it, giving it a kill.

At this moment.

The power of the Execution exceeded the intensity at which Marysia was once killed.

There was no scream, no roar…

Everything dissipated in the sand.

Ultimately in Han Dong’s palm, there was a flawless spherical crystal… the rich Death Qi contained inside would perfectly be used for Han Dong’s practice.

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