My Cell Prison

Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Head-On Collision
 

[Scarlet Count]

Real Name: Bach Darren (?)

Affiliation with the Old King Faction: CH.F. Blood God

Blood Nobility: Count

Self Level: Mature Body-Demon

Unique attributes:

[Laughing Madness] – Required to vent manic laughter within the body regularly through various stimulating factors.

The amplifying effect of manic laughing on oneself is currently unknown.

Ability: Completely unknown

An Apprentice Knight daring to challenge a Mature Deviant Demon, who is capable of wiping out a regular Knight Squad all by himself.

Such a scene has never occurred in history before.

Being able to grow into a Mature Deviant Demon, each has their title outside the city, and all are associated with the Old King more or less… That’s why the Holy City does not currently contemplate an attack on the Scarlet Manor.

Because if the Mature Deviant Demon is pushed into a corner, there is a high chance of invoking the Old King.

The [Big Expedition] is imminent, and excessively high casualties must not occur.

…

Even the Count himself does not particularly understand what kind of trump card Han Dong holds, daring him to storm into his private theater to find trouble.

However, the Count didn’t want to delay any longer.

The excitement should be about over by now.

“Sigh… This farce shall end here.” The Count’s big red mouth on his face curled into the biggest mad smile he could muster.

The right hand was reaching out to pluck the silver cross that was stuck in his left wrist.

Hiss!

As like in movies, the burning encountered when a vampire touches a holy relic.

While holding the cross, white smoke rose.

But the Count was enjoying this process, and in the middle of it, he let out a big hearty laugh.

As the cross left the body, the wound on the wrist healed on its own, leaving a small cross mark on the surface.

For a while, the Count’s form started to change.

The silver cross held in right hand seemed much like the hilt of a sword.

Bright silver fluid slowly dripped from the end of the hilt, forming a silver luminous sword blade that was three feet (0.91 meters) long, and mysterious runes were etched on its surface.

It was hard to imagine a bloody being, leaning towards evil like the Count, using such a tool.

As for the left hand from which the cross was withdrawn, it seemed to have broken free from ‘some kind of seal’, no longer retaining the guise of a human arm, with skin drifting away like white paper.

A ‘Pure Blood Arm’, woven out of countless bright red tentacles, displaying a smooth and delicate final product, was revealed.

Six blood beads rotated around the wrist, their purpose unknown.

One hand holding a sword and the other blood… Such a combat stance always feels somewhat similar to Dumps’s close combat mage stance.

But Han Dong was clear about one thing, this was not all that the Count could do. Another silver cross was stuck in his right wrist… his form could still change at a deeper level.

“I must force the Count into showing his true form before I can use my final trump card… The pressure brought on by a Mature Body-Demon is really not minor at all.”

The Blood Bat Wings were fully open.

Streams of visible bloody aura gushed out, enough to make an ordinary Knight Squad tremble and greatly reduce their will to fight…

Sense of suppression and premonition of death came simultaneously.

Cold sweat gushed out from the back of Han Dong.

Whistle…

Red light flashed.

In terms of attributes, the Count should also lean towards ‘agility’, his slender and nimble body, combined with the flapping of large wings, almost reached Han Dong’s front in an instant from the entrance of the theater.

‘Seeing Through’

Magic Eye Wide Open.

In his Crowman Form, Han Dong was just as swift.

Clang!

A ripple spread out from the point of impact.

The silver sword clashed with the crow wand.

The sharp sword blade couldn’t cut through the wooden surface of the wand.

The silver sword itself was burning, slowly eroding the wooden layer of the wand.

However, ghost faces were flickering on the wood’s surface, resisting the burning and slashing effects.

Equal in power.

Through his experiences and battles in the movie “Mist”, Han Dong has made further advancements in development of the G virus, and can manipulate this virus origin power more proficiently.

A gigantic adapting eye emerged at the upper end of his right arm.

While ensuring that his right arm does not exceed the common human range, the extremity transformed at its maximum level… its strength was no less than the Count’s.

Moreover, the direct collision between the two was not just their weapons.

Han Dong’s “Arm of the Undying Priest” was directly contesting with the Count’s “Blood Hand”.

Both palms were approximately twenty centimeters apart.

Strands of black sand energy were clashing with the blood-red energy, and for the moment, neither was superior.

In the magic clash, Han Dong did not dare hold back.

He fully unleashed the potential of his left arm and dispelled the disguise effect.

A mummy’s arm, with slightly tattered cloth in between the flesh, was fully exposed, having existed for thousands of years.

“Oh! Your power and magic level are not weak at all… Why haven’t you reached the ‘Knight’ level? By the way, what is this wand made of? My sealed silver sword can’t cut through this wooden layer.”

During the stalemate, the Count curiously asked leisurely.

“Ghost-faced Demon Wood… Count, you may never have seen it before.” Han Dong gritted his teeth slightly, trying to answer naturally.

“Should be a product of some Fate Space. If it were not for identity restrictions, I would really like to have a look…

This arm of yours doesn’t seem to belong to you. You can control such high-level Yellow Sand Secret Method, and you even mix strange Crowman magic in it. It’s really interesting.

Lord Nicholas… You seem to have something in common with me, both of us like to piece things together.

However, I like to piece together pets, while you like to piece together yourself… and you have an extremely clever method to hide all of this.

Hahaha! You are indeed interesting.”

Just as the Count was inquiring about some secrets of Han Dong’s body out of curiosity.

Seizing this opportunity, the Undying Priest’s Arm twisted slightly.

Privately, Han Dong was practicing the “Life Absorption” secret method he learned from Elder Miz Crow.

A black ring-shaped scripture was formed in front of his palm, trying to forcibly absorb the Count’s vitality.

Immediately, strands of life force were sucked into Han Dong’s palm, causing a reciprocal effect of black sand erosion.

However, the speed of such absorption was extremely slow, not even one-tenth of Han Dong’s private practice speed.

Feeling the loss of his life force and the pain brought by black sand erosion, the Count tilted his head slightly and asked a question:

“Hm? You can do this too?”

For a moment, the six bloody beads floating around the Count’s “Blood Hand” started to rotate slowly.

“Life Absorption”

A blood-red, ring-shaped scripture formed from the Count’s palm, pulled back his seeping life force, causing a stalemate between the two again.

In this battle, the Little Demon Eye basically had no effect other than observation.

The cone-shaped eye protector worn in front of the Count’s eyes could completely block the influence of the Little Demon Eye…

How to find the breakthrough to break the deadlock?

“Nicole… mess him up.”

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