My Cell Prison
Chapter 1065 - Chapter 1065 Chapter 164 Corpse

Chapter 1065: Chapter 164 Corpse Chapter 1065: Chapter 164 Corpse The acquisition of the “Book of Dead Spirit (Leg Manuscript)” took Han Dong’s stealth skills to a higher level.

Maritzis transformed into a Toad Pearl, which Han Dong swallowed, thereby enhancing his spatial affinity.

The “Faceless Disguise” allowed him to pose as an instructor of the Thorn Meeting. Unless someone brought out a church roster for comparison, it would be difficult to see through Han Dong’s disguise.

Nighttime.

Han Dong quickly approached the side of the church.

Taking advantage of the architectural breach caused by the self-destruction of “Thorn Corpse,” he swiftly infiltrated the church interior, disguising himself as an instructor countering invaders and using the “Demon Eye” to search for the secret door leading to the underground area.

While everyone’s attention was focused on the sacred beast.

“Void Toad Step”

With a burst of starry light beneath his feet, Han Dong had passed through the concealed secret door.

Successfully reaching the underground area of the Thorn Church, which was actually a secret cellar storing the bodies of the participants.

The scale of the cellar far exceeded Han Dong’s expectations.

A circular, multi-level dungeon-like structure.

Access between floors was only possible via a central elevator, with multiple seals at the bottom level requiring identity verification to open.

No doubt, the ever-spreading bodies of the “participants” must be sealed in the bottom layer.

A total of eight layers of the circular cellar, imprisoning a large number of evil entities from the Dark Forest, predominantly constituted of flesh-based life forms.

These unfortunate creatures, upon seeing the instructor Han Dong was disguised as, all showed eyes filled with fear, afraid that they would be selected.

Han Dong temporarily withheld his opinions and took the elevator to the bottom level.

Using a “Stone” as the Array Eye.

It was engraved with the spell seals of the Dark Denizens, sealing the secret room on the bottom layer… Even so, a massive amount of holy stigma thorns continued to seep through the gaps around the Stone, constantly draining the energy of the seal.

“Presumably, instructors come here periodically to repair the seal and replenish its energy.

Perfect… I just need to use the thorns to break the seal.

I suppose my bodily fluid should be quite nourishing for this stuff, right?”

With that said.

Han Dong’s right arm grew a segment of grey-spotted Tentacles, actively allowing the thorns around the Stone to absorb it.

It hurt a lot, but the effect was quite good.

The thorns that absorbed the grey Tentacles grew wildly, as if injected with a growth stimulant.

In just two minutes, the energy of the seal was completely drained, and the Stone was utterly crushed… Han Dong immediately stepped inside.

What caught his eye was an exceedingly evil scene.

Han Dong’s question about ‘how a body could continuously grow thorns’ was also answered.

In the center of the circular platform lay a peculiar “participant’s body”

Even with the stench overwhelming and the evil running rampant… the body remained unaffected, extraordinarily clean, which reminded Han Dong of Miss Jane.

However, Miss Jane maintained cleanliness due to her personal obsession with hygiene, constantly cleansing her surroundings through the domain of witchcraft.

Whereas this body, due to its inherent properties, remained uncontaminated and perpetually in a state of “purity”.

At the same time.

There were also ten fixed seats set up around the secret room.

Evils selected from the cellar would be brought here by the instructors, tied to the seats, to serve as food for the “participant’s body”… The satiated body would grow new thorns to feed the instructors, giving everyone the power derived from the thorns.

It wasn’t just the evils; some errant Dark Denizens were also used as food.

This scene.

At first glance, it seemed exceedingly evil, at second glance it appeared ridiculous, yet at a third glance, Han Dong felt an intangible threat.

The evil lay in the church acquiring thorns through ‘live feeding’.

The ridiculousness lay in the demons using their own kind as ingredients for the invaders, trying to gain the other’s powers from the invaders’ bodies, even aspiring to invite divine miracles.

The threat lay in the fact that just one participant’s corpse had caused situations of “group corruption” and “cannibalism among their own kind.”

This was merely a small trial by the Black Tower world… If the real threat descended, the world would surely face a great catastrophe.

With Black Sand flowing from his left arm and Bloodhounds howling from his right.

Han Dong made the most comprehensive preparations and slowly approached the platform carrying the corpse.

In front of him lay a headless corpse in human form, with thorns growing from the part that should have been its neck… or perhaps, this participant originally had no head structure at all.

The corpse was dressed in a robe painted with Golden Thorns, originating from his own world, which somewhat indicated his identity.

After confirming there was no danger.

Han Dong immediately began to examine the corpse.

He carefully removed the robe from the body… seemingly searching for something.

“This is!”

Soon, Han Dong found the mark he had anticipated.

Stamped below the corpse’s neck was a “Black Vortex Mark,” identical to the Black Vortex on Han Dong’s trunk, representing the Black Tower Pass.

‘Indeed, a participant related to the Black Tower.

Given that, participants who come to London City can almost certainly be determined to be dispatched by the Black Tower.

Whether it’s the “Whirlpool Corpse” that triggers miracles, this “Thorn Corpse,” or the other two participants, their abilities all target demons.

This is why they were selected by the Black Tower to come to London City to carry out Fate events.

Or perhaps they volunteered for these exploratory Fate events by responding to Bounty Orders issued by the Black Tower… If the exploration were successful, they would inevitably receive a reward far exceeding that of regular Fate events.

Nine times out of ten, it would be this way.’

As Han Dong gazed at the corpse, lost in thought.

Mary’s voice came from inside him: “Nicholas, what are you doing? Even if the seal is broken by the thorns, the instructors above are sure to be aware at once–they’ll surely send people down to check.

Since you’ve verified that there’s no danger from the corpse, hurry up and leave with it.”

“Something’s not right.”

“What’s not right?”

“You’re right, Mary–the instructors here would have known about the breach in the barrier at once.

The corpse is the object of worship for this group of instructors, the foundation of their creed; its importance even surpasses their own lives… I’ve delayed for so long, they definitely would have sent a group of instructors to check.

I never thought I’d be able to sneak out without issue from the start.

Yet, up to this moment, not one instructor has come down… Did something happen above?”

“Could it be that the Black Goat blew its cover and killed all the instructors here?”

“No… Miss Sally is too meticulous to make such a rookie mistake. Come, let’s hurry up and take a look.”

After prior physical contact and various tests had confirmed there was no danger from the corpse.

Han Dong raised his left hand, and an Ancient Egyptian coffin enveloped the corpse and placed it within the Portable Prison.

As he took the lift back up to the church, Han Dong faintly smelled a strange scent, an odor that could stimulate the central nervous system and drive an individual into madness.

Upon pushing open the secret cellar door.

The scene before him could be described as a field strewn with corpses; all members of the Thorns Church were dead, most dismembered, as if mauled by some ferocious beast.

Even the Sarene Priest, who had tried to invade the church and transformed into a Sacred Beast, was entirely dead, leaving only shattered thorns on the ground.

At the entrance of the church.

A skinny young man was riding on the back of a ‘hunting dog’ that even made Han Dong shiver.

The Black Goat, Sally, showed a part of her ‘true form,’ with deep purple Tentacles floating behind her, Camper spread his wings as well, sprouting numerous heteromorphic tentacle claws confronting the young man on the hunting dog.

As Han Dong appeared.

The young man also turned his gaze… his cavernous Eyes made Han Dong’s heart tremble, giving him a bizarre feeling of being sucked into them.