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Chapter 1047 - Chapter 1047 Chapter 146 Thrilling

Chapter 1047: Chapter 146: Thrilling Chapter 1047: Chapter 146: Thrilling The “Holy Blood” from the Hall Family had fully activated.

Although Han Dong was not entirely clear about the true origin of the Holy Blood.

It invariably involved a higher being from the World of Fate.

The “Holy Blood,” requiring constant slaughter of evil spirits to maintain its activity, was an eternal curse for the Hall family, turning even some of its members into puppets controlled by the Holy Blood, forcing them to execute Demons.

But for Han Dong, this blood was a powerful weapon against Demons.

Upon accepting the Holy Blood.

Han Dong had completely infused the Holy Blood into his right arm with the approach of subduing the head, adapting the body trunk, equipping the right arm, and the particularity of the Count (who, having been executed by the Holy Sword, had his blood mixed with the Holy Blood, thereby escaping the control of the Blood God).

Additionally, on the night he received the Holy Blood, he was supported and accompanied in practice by the leader of the Scarlet Knights, Duchess Shaia Cornwall.

This complete control allowed him to utilize this special Divine blood for himself.

It could execute Demons and suppress all evil spirits in the Fate Space.

At present.

Han Dong had advanced to the third tier of the Talent Tree–“Lonely Performer”.

The Count had even broken through to the Ancestor Body level by utilizing “Wall Viewing”.

Han Dong had even undergone a simulated battle in the Dreamlands the previous night, confronting the Perugia rat alone (excluding its final Madness-infused and Land Deed-fused colossal form), and managed to hold his ground undefeated, barely suppressing the rat now returned to its ancestral form.

Because of this.

Han Dong decided to shake hands with the ‘bookseller’… yet, the result was not as good as he had anticipated.

While the Holy Blood indeed caused burn damage to the Spiral Arm, it did not damage its structure, and the bookseller didn’t seem inclined to let go… enduring the burning of the Holy Blood while maintaining the handshake.

It was then that something bizarre happened.

A dark whirlpool formed between the bookseller’s hood.

It began to absorb everything in front of it, including the books on the stall, the water around the bridge piers, Han Dong who was shaking his hand, and even the bookseller himself.

This odd suction force was superior to Mary’s space, preventing spatial transportation.

Most crucially, the state of the “handshake” could not be broken… no matter how much force Han Dong’s right arm exerted, he couldn’t free himself.

Seeing this, Han Dong prepared to directly attack the bookseller.

“Death Method – Netherworld Devouring”

The figure of Anubis manifested behind him.

Sands began to leak from the pores of his left arm, swiftly constructing a colossal head similar to High Priest Imhotep’s in midair, swallowing the opponent with one gulp.

However.

The spell of Divine death decayed on approaching the black whirlpool, turning into ordinary grains of sand and being drawn into it.

This sight caused Han Dong to break out in a cold sweat.

The Count’s voice in his mind shouted loudly: “Nicholas! Cut off your arm quickly… it’ll be bad if you’re sucked in!”

The Count also strained to help Han Dong break free from the ‘handshake status’.

But it was to no avail; no matter how much force was applied, it felt as though it was being neutralized by a ‘whirlpool force’.

Ignoring the Count’s warning, Han Dong refused to accept the advice.

It wasn’t that Han Dong didn’t consider “cutting off the hand”; he thought of it immediately owing to the regenerative capabilities of his right arm.

But… if parts of his body were taken away by the bookseller, intuition told Han Dong that it would be troublesome and might even threaten his life.

Stay calm!

In such a perilous moment, Han Dong forced himself to remain calm.

Perhaps he would be sucked in within three seconds, yet Han Dong had his mind as still as water.

Gazing at the ‘spiral patterns’ on the Spiral Arm and the rotation direction of the dark whirlpool under the hood, both clockwise… this led Han Dong to a solution.

“The reason I can’t pull out my right hand, or break the handshake, is due to the whirlpool force countering my strength. If that’s the case…”

Han Dong concentrated his force in his lower body.

Toad Step!

Suddenly, Han Dong’s seemingly ordinary legs expanded to three times their size in an instant.

He forcefully pushed off with his feet!

Following the direction of the spiral, he executed a super-fast aerial flip.

At maximum rotation speed, Han Dong yanked fiercely… swoosh! His right hand came free, successfully breaking the handshake.

While spinning, Han Dong also took the opportunity to take a book from a stall.

“Void Step”

One after another, starlit meridians lit up around his calves.

With one step, he covered a distance of ten meters, successfully escaping the absorption range of the black whirlpool.

At that very moment.

The bookseller and his stall were nearly sucked in.

However, Han Dong had no intention of running away.

The consciousness entity swallowed a bright red fruit from the Talent Tree, and its energy was replenished.

Threads of Holy Blood were conjured from between Han Dong’s right arm, solidifying in the air into a crimson spear with his will.

The spear exhibited a DNA double helix structure, seemingly the ‘self-will’ of the Holy Blood.

“I don’t believe you can counter this spear…”

Extracting so much Holy Blood, even Han Dong himself felt uncomfortable.

Since his right arm had special traits of Holy Blood, Han Dong could also achieve “self-blood production,” but the production ratio was about 1000:1, or even more… To condense this spear, almost 90% of the reserved Holy Blood was drawn.

Just before the black whirlpool was to close.

Demon Eye locked on,

he stepped forward with his left foot,

his powerful sole stomping the cement ground, creating a ten-centimeter deep crater,

his toes gripping the ground firmly, then, utilizing the spin of his waist, he transferred all his body’s strength to his right arm…

He threw with all his might!

Whizz! An exploding sound of cleaving air echoed along the Thames, even stirring the water beside Han Dong into meters-high splashes.

The Holy Spear turned into a streak of red light and flew straight towards the target.

It pierced into the whirlpool just before it closed.

Ah~!

Suddenly, a cry filled with sorrow and resentment sounded out… and quickly disappeared along with the whirlpool.

Clearly.

This spear had caused real damage to the entity behind the whirlpool.

Whoosh!

With a smile, Han Dong did not stay a moment longer, leaving the lakeside area with swift steps, and using the Toad Pearl inside his body, he directly returned to the hotel.

Just as Han Dong left.

At the scene by the lakeside, a tree along the shaded path had a special trait black candle burning on it, emitting a stronger darkness to cloak an individual.

Within the area shrouded by the dark candlelight, a young woman was suspended by ropes.

It was the front desk attendant from the hotel where Han Dong was staying.

…

Hotel room.

Under Han Dong’s arrangements.

Maritzis and Nicole were setting up a “Water Barrier” in every corner of the room.

Togu Gonzales was also called out.

Using Hell Iron Chains to seal several key areas to ensure they wouldn’t be targeted by the ‘whirlpool’ during this period.

Everything was prepared.

Han Dong took out a book and placed it on the desk.

It was the very book he had casually taken from the stall, its cover printed with a whirlpool pattern that discomforted Han Dong.

With all preparations done, Han Dong opened the first page of the book.

No monster crawled out of the book, nor did any spiralization effects appear… it was just a very normal book.

The first page.

At the center, a quite delicately drawn whirlpool icon was depicted, below it were four characters written in twisted lines, meticulously depicted in Demon script:

“Whirlpool Cult”