My Cell Prison
Chapter 1115 - Chapter 1115 Chapter 114 The Temptation of Mad Demon

Chapter 1115: Chapter 114: The Temptation of Mad Demon Chapter 1115: Chapter 114: The Temptation of Mad Demon Facing the Sanctifier’s punch head-on wasn’t Green; he looked as if nothing had happened and even continued with a provocative expression.

But Hop’s facial expression didn’t look too good…

The recent Golden Giant Fist was a move completely reliant on Divine nature to construct, only individuals who have completed “Myth Construction” could use such a technique.

Although Hop had blocked it head-on with his pure physical body, his right fist suffered damage.

Between the tightly packed muscle fibers, a Golden Liquid was slowly seeping in.

Due to attribute suppression and the gap in Divine nature, to neutralize this Golden Liquid, Hop needed to pay a huge price.

The Golden Saint, Fey, thus revealed a smile laced with hidden murderous intent.

Sizzling noises!

A breath tinged with golden spots emerged from the surface of Hop’s fist.

By burning a significant amount of muscle fibers, he finally neutralized all the Golden Liquid… which also resulted in the overall shrinkage of Hop’s right forearm.

But it quickly refilled with fresh muscle fibers.

“Not bad, to neutralize it with your body… But, this 10:1 neutralization ratio is highly unfavorable.

How long can your body last?”

Indeed.

The Sanctifier was right.

If this went on, no matter how strong Hop’s body was, this head-on clash would eventually deplete every last muscle fiber he had.

At that moment, an arm reached over Hop’s shoulder from behind, and a voice filled with madness whispered into his brain:

“Hop, isn’t your brain quite nimble? How come… because your opponent reached Mythological level, you become panicked?

In my eyes.

You are now qualified to confront such low-level Myth constructed beings head-on.

And, don’t forget this one thing, ‘The London Game’ requires us to maintain a ‘personified state’ within the rules.

Now that others have initiated trouble beyond the rules… there’s no need to restrict yourself to a ‘personified state.’ Unleash your abilities to the fullest.

Oh right!

This guy’s main body and stand seem able to battle separately, choose one! We’ll fight separately.”

“I will take on the stand. You confront the main body…” Hop looked towards the dazzling Golden Domain, hesitantly made his choice, and also asked a somewhat pessimistic question:

“Green, does it make sense?

We do not possess self-constructed myth, and the probability of killing the opponent is extremely low, nearly zero.

Moreover, this is a world region, where he can absorb energy particles floating in the air… He could possibly continue to recharge, repair his body, or even strengthen his Divine nature.”

Hop, based on the actual situation, raised this quite reasonable question.

Green, however, showed a disappointed expression and replied to Hop:

“Because we cannot win, we cannot fight? Hop, you are too deeply constrained by the concept of ‘victory.’

As I thought, Nicholas is more interesting… alas.”

Seeing this, Hop quickly explained:

“Green, I just want you to consider whether we need to arrange a different tactic.

For example, one of us barely holds this guy off while the other tries to rescue Father Lysos… Only with the Priest’s Mythological System might killing the target be possible.

Or, we could try to escape here and return to the streets of London, to gain a geographical advantage.”

Green still shook his head and gently patted Hop’s shoulder:

“Hop, don’t overthink it, we only have one option–crush the target from the front… come on, let’s switch the battlefield, bring out your mount.”

“Alright.”

With absolute trust in Green.

Hop no longer gave it much thought and concentrated entirely on the battle at hand.

…

Whoosh!

The same technique again.

Green poked his eardrum with a finger.

Through the corresponding ear canal, he retrieved a living being from the storeroom within his body.

It was the ‘Yandaros Hound’ that Green had taken in before the competition.

When this hound, whose body was entangled with spatial properties, appeared, even the Golden Saint was startled and temporarily stopped his attack.

Their pupils flickered with shock, having never before in their world seen such a being.

Meanwhile.

Hop spat out a pulsing ball of flesh from his mouth.

The moment it touched the ground, the flesh ball’s surface immediately sprouted an abundance of fleshy threads.

In just three seconds, it had constructed the very Beast Giant that Hop had previously ridden… Hop directly inserted his arm into the back of the Beast Giant’s neck, grabbing hold of the neural threads between the spines, switching to manual control mode.

The two riders each mount their steeds, descending together down the cliff.

The Beast Giant, much like an ape, relied on the protruding rock layers between the cliffs to quickly jump down.

Yandaros Hound, although constrained by space here, could still bite through the dense spatial liquidity, achieving a kind of short-distance leap.

Their bodies flickering, they rapidly descended along the cliffside.

Their direction of descent was diametrically opposed; they naturally wanted to split up and fight.

During this time,

Green didn’t forget to continue taunting the Sanctifier.

This apparent verbal mockery actually included a layer of madness induction… No matter who the opponent was, as long as they had any relation to Green, they would inevitably be affected and corrupted by madness to some extent.

“Sanctifier, Hop’s fighting style is quite wild; fighting alongside him means I can’t let loose.

We discussed it and decided to split up and fight.

I’m sure with your confidence, even without an avatar, you should be able to handle me, right?”

Green’s taunt was met with a response from the Sanctifier:

“Your linguistic manipulations have no effect on me.

Of course, I wouldn’t be so foolish as to chase after only one of you while allowing the other freedom to move.

Don’t think you can take this opportunity to break the Seal of Lysos…

This individual who violated ‘the pact’ will ultimately receive punishment from the Saint Grade.”

Hearing the Sanctifier’s reply, Green revealed a sinister smile, clearly knowing his provocation had been successful.

The Hound beneath him immediately picked up speed, circling to an open Cave located halfway up the mountain.

Its ultra-high-speed run combined with the short-distance Spatial Transfer quickly brought it to the deepest part of the cave.

Here, there grew a kind of blue ore emitting a rich fragrance; it seemed this wasn’t a good fighting area.

Green had no chance to choose again.

Drip~

A drop of Gold seeped from the rocks at the top of the cave, immediately constructing the main body of the Sanctifier.

Floating in the air in a one-legged, seated position, the flowing hair and ribbons created a visage similar to the Heavenly dance treasure wheel, a golden scroll that filled the cave with intense light.

“You have chosen a very unsuitable area for battle.”

Having said that,

A golden arm, both real and illusory, dug out the ore from the cave walls; in a short span of time, the Sanctifier depleted it, rapidly replenishing his body’s Power.

Yet Green appeared unconcerned, “Isn’t this perfect? You can recover quickly with these ores, which means I get to beat you up for a little longer.”

Before he could finish speaking.

The Sanctifier made a downward pressing motion with his right hand.

“Myth intervention”

Boom!

The Golden Palm came crashing down.

Green was instantly flattened into a pulp… In a short time, the high-concentration Golden Liquid extinguished Green’s Body completely.

Even though it applied “Myth Construction” for annihilation.

In less than three seconds.

“Ouch, that really hurt!”

On the cave wall, a tiny hole the size of a pinky was rapidly enlarged.

Green, covered in slime, crawled out of it, while also leisurely stretching.

However, this ‘regeneration’ was distinctly different from before.

In previous battles, Green had always chosen to regenerate using holes in the body of his opponents.

But now, he chose holes in the cavern walls.

Clearly, his regeneration still had conditions; he could not create cavities in the body of the Golden Saint, perhaps due to the ‘Domain Radiation’ or ‘Divine nature.’

But this did not impede the regeneration.

Green, who was stretching, was promptly punched in the face, smashing him against the cave wall.

The smashed flesh hadn’t even evaporated before a brand-new Green regenerated from a small hole in the ceiling; his overall aura, form, and mental state showed no deviations whatsoever.

The Golden Sanctifier had been observing and contemplating Green’s peculiarities for some time and could now come to a conclusion.

“The holes… the essence of you is those holes in your Body.”

Green hastily put on an act of shivering in fear, with an expression that seemed terrified: “You discovered my secret so quickly, oh no… the holes in my body aren’t for just anyone to enter.”