My Cell Prison
Chapter 1119 - Chapter 1119 Chapter 1118 Induction

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1118: Induction Chapter 1119: Chapter 1118: Induction Although this place belonged to Green’s inner body,

he could shuttle through space at will, and could even reach the deepest stone house by merely going through the process of opening and closing a door.

But to draw the Golden Saint there, one must employ the form of “running.”

Otherwise,

once the Saint lost its target, there was a high probability it would not continue deeper along the corridor.

Even if one wished to preserve the integrity of the “Movable Deed” and not destroy the overall structure of the castle, one would still open the numerous stone doors set between the castles and gradually discern the physical characteristics of Green’s body.

Once he found the black stone door that could lead to the ‘Visceral Area,’ Green’s main body would inevitably be severely affected… and might even lose its fighting capacity.

Therefore,

one had to maintain a pursuit that was “proper yet incongruous.”

A series of conflicts bursting forth during the chase was inevitable.

Continuous explosions echoed through the corridors of the castle… some stone doors and even the divine might of the Golden Saint were completely destroyed, revealing some oddly shaped cave structures.

However, with Green’s body severely wounded right in front of him, the enemy-zealous Saint had no time to pay attention to these caves.

It would thoroughly investigate after capturing Green alive.

Even as the Saint had said, after taking Green back, he would erase his main consciousness and replace it with a compatible craftsman to take over Green’s body… By then, all the secrets about the cave would be known.

Only,

Green was like a cockroach that could not be killed.

He always exploded with inconceivable abilities at critical moments.

At the cost of losing limbs or sustaining serious injuries, he reopened a certain distance… However, the ‘incongruity’ was also concealed by serious injuries and ‘distorted postures’ after the injuries.

From the initial standing and running escape posture,

it had now turned into an indescribable escape posture.

1. The right forearm was completely torn, and due to the golden seal on the wound, it could not heal… The arm was connected to the shoulder only by half a piece of skin, dragging on the ground.

Therefore, Green reluctantly maintained crawling by substituting his tongue for his right arm.

2. The left lower leg was completely shattered due to being crushed.

Green could only grow some tentacles on the surface of his thigh, barely coordinating with his still intact right leg to crawl.

In addition to this, there were more or less scars on his body… The entire left side of his abdomen was obliterated, with tissues similar to a pig’s intestines dragging on the ground.

In such a ‘miserable’ condition, he continued to flee.

Finally, when the Saint caught up again, he arrived at the deepest stone house in the castle… Of course, there was nowhere to run.

The severely injured Green could only lean in a corner and gasp for breath.

Leaning on the tentacles grown from his lower body, he propped himself up… Miss Lyle, the “Strange Device,” was also used as a walking stick at this time.

Soon,

golden light filled the deepest part of the stone house.

Staring at Green who had nowhere to escape, the Saint, who had revealed his ‘divine-like’ presence throughout, couldn’t help but show a slightly sickly smile, as he saw the target as having no way out.

“You were quite confident, weren’t you? You even let me come into your body willingly.

Now look… see your frail appearance! Truly wretched!

I must say, for an individual who has yet to construct a mythology, you are indeed powerful… even more so than the top craftsmen in our world, and the structure and abilities of your body are also unique.

It’s strange though, that you were so oblivious.”

Upon saying that,

the Saint formed a unique seal in his hands.

Without waiting for Green to react,

the divine materialization formed numerous golden chains in the air, which instantly appeared at the joints of Green’s body, binding him tightly against the wall.

Swoosh!

When the binding ended,

the Saint himself transformed into a golden light and approached right in front of Green.

“I know you still have many false bodies to use, but unfortunately, once my chains are successfully locked, your consciousness will also be confined within them.

I will extract your consciousness and then bring your abyssal flesh body back with me through space compression.”

“You would definitely make an excellent experimental subject!”

Staring at Green, who was absolutely confined, the fury accumulated in the Saint’s body was about to burst.

The madness that lingered in his brain also drove him to reveal a strange, sinister smile, the so-called ‘righteous image’ was long gone.

“Consciousness Deprivation.”

The Saint slowly raised his right arm, extending both fingers side by side.

With fingers shining a golden radiance, just touching the brain would pinpoint and capture Green’s consciousness in a short time.

Once the consciousness was confined, everything would come to an end.

But.

Even in these dire moments, Green still showed a nonchalant, mocking smile… seemingly laughing at the Saint.

As his emotions were at a climax of release.

The Saint temporarily halted the advancing fingers, instead, grabbing Green’s hair with the other hand, slamming it against the wall repeatedly.

Only after creating a half-meter deep dent in the wall, with some warm substance oozing from his head, did the Saint slowly stop the slamming.

Green still maintained his mocking smile, “Hahaha…this is the flaw brought by your world being too ‘convenient’ in advancement.

You’ve already constructed mythology, yet you can’t even control your own emotions.”

From the series of slamming, much of the anger inside the Saint had dissipated.

“I just wanted to vent before you died; once I confine your consciousness, there will be no such chance… Let’s just take you back and find another opportunity to vent privately.

This is it.”

The fingers hovering in the air suddenly accelerated.

At the same instant.

From his mouth, Green shot out a sharp and murky tentacle, attempting to strike unexpectedly.

Ding!

Still the same.

Even with the element of surprise, it was still blocked by the “Golden Wheel.”

“Is this your final struggle? Disappointing…”

Tap!

The fingertips landed on Green’s forehead.

A radar-like golden ripple spread out, beginning to search for and capture Green’s consciousness.

Due to the chaotic nature of Green’s brain and the scattered consciousness, the Saint focused all his attention on capturing the consciousness.

The timing was just right.

A crack of the void slowly opened in a corner on the opposite side of the stone house.

The ‘third party’ that had been waiting in the room was gathering a special divine nature.

The flat red cells circulating in his right arm had all transformed into the shape of a [Sword].

Drip!

As the sound of a blood drop echoed in the stone house.

A shadow had already moved close to the Saint’s side.

The City Wall domain had yet to form, and the Saint’s pride, the “Golden Wheel,” was restrained by Green’s tongue.

The blood-stained “Holy Sword” held in the right arm, but its form and aura were slightly different.

Upon closer observation.

The Holy Sword held in Han Dong’s right hand was even inlaid with a skull at the hilt, from another large world’s demonic god– “The Oath-taker’s Master, Rorg Horen’s Skull of Dark Blood (Broken).”

This was the first time Han Dong had mixed the two.

Combined with the Count, a Blood Descendant, they operated to achieve an effect greater than the sum of their parts.

“You!”

The Saint had just made out Han Dong’s appearance, completely unable to react.

The sweep of blood had already passed.

The divinely-laden golden right arm was severed entirely…