My Cell Prison
Chapter 1120 - Chapter 1120 Chapter 1119 Domain

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1119: Domain Chapter 1120: Chapter 1119: Domain Overall, Han Dong’s body contained three different types of blood, each linked with specific divine properties.

His right arm flowed with ‘Holy Blood’ collected from the underground tombs of the Hall Family, divine nature–?? (currently unknown), suspected to come from a fallen ruler of the Holy Level World.

In his epic-level pendant was the ‘Dark Blood,’ divine nature–Rorg Horen (in some major World of Fate, akin to the presence of an ‘Old King’).

From the Blood Brew of the Count, divine nature–Old King.Blood Ancestor (CH.F.)

Control over the blood was chiefly entrusted to the Count… This time, the Count finally didn’t disappoint.

Knowing fully well that they couldn’t avoid combat,

the Count tapped into all his inner potential, using his experience from multiple uses of ‘Master of the blood oathers.Rorg Horen’s Skull of Dark Blood (Broken),’ he successfully fused it with the Holy Sword.

Swish!

He successfully severed his arm, also cutting off the Saint’s consciousness search for Green.

However, Han Dong’s attack had not ended.

The moment the Holy Sword fell, Han Dong followed through with a ‘Spin Kick.’

Instantly during the kick, his right leg underwent extremely rapid ‘muscle proliferation,’ somewhat resembling a toad’s leg.

Stars gleamed on the surface of his calf as well.

This series of transformations was a result of Han Dong practicing the ‘Book of Dead Spirit.Leg Manuscript,’ supplemented by Maritzis acting as a ‘battery’ to achieve this leg transformation.

And all these transformations were completed in the midst of the kicking motion.

His kick landed squarely on the handsome face of the Golden Saint.

Clang!

It sounded like a heavy blow to metal.

A ring of golden ripples spread across the Saint’s face, and the body was directly kicked flying into the opposite wall… Boom! The body slammed hard against the wall.

At the same time,

Green didn’t seem at all like someone who had just walked back from the brink of death. Chained to the wall with golden chains, he immediately used his flexible tentacle-like tongue to snatch up the golden arm that Han Dong had just severed.

Unafraid of the arm’s golden attribute, he swallowed it in one gulp.

Burp!

A satisfied burp echoed within the stone house while golden steam seeped from every orifice of Green’s.

The swallowing and digestion were almost instantaneous.

Constantly hunted down, his severely damaged body instantly healed… and simultaneously, an even more powerful force burst forth from within his body.

Clang!

The golden chains binding Green snapped inch by inch, and he easily broke free from the restraints.

Or perhaps, Green had always been able to break free.

He had just been feigning weakness until now, providing Han Dong with such an opportunity. And Han Dong had not disappointed him in the slightest.

Pat! Pat!

Green firmly slapped Han Dong’s shoulder.

“Not bad at all… I’m actually looking forward to seeing the strength you’ll possess when you reach the Ancestor Body stage.

Such a monster like you ought to be among the top in any human city, right?

That strike just now, it didn’t just sever an arm, but also severed a kind of ‘Divine Substance.’

At least in this battle with us, this guy won’t be able to reform his right arm.

It’s terrifying… I didn’t expect you still had this trump card up your sleeve.”

To Green’s praise, Han Dong merely offered a half-smile.

The situation just now was entirely bought with Green’s life, presenting Han Dong with an opportunity akin to ‘chopping wood.’

If he couldn’t inflict any damage with that strike under such circumstances, Han Dong truly didn’t deserve to partake in this battle.

“Indeed, that strike gave me a very unique sensation, almost like severing something inside the arm.”

Han Dong stared intently at the Crimson Holy Sword between his fingers, its aura and form altered from before.

With the help of the Count,

the fangs and sharp mouth of the Bloodhound worked together with Han Dong’s five fingers, tightly gripping the restless handle of the sword.

Between the handle and the blade, what used to connect the sword, transformed into a gaping maw of bloody pulp.

Similar to the Skull of Dark Blood, the blade that protruded from its mouth emitted a strange blood aura.

The blade was enveloped in a layer of tangible flame-patterned blood aura… even on the metallic surface of the blade, droplets of blood would frequently ooze out.

“It seems to be largely dominated by the Dark Blood… Could it be that Dark Blood is a higher tier than blood in general?”

While Han Dong was pondering this, the Count immediately added,

“Nicholas, I am a genius in the realm of blood… If it weren’t for the limitations of Blood Brew, I could have surpassed the ‘Blood Ancestor’ one day.

However, when I came into contact with this artifact you acquired, I felt something was amiss.

The Dark Blood in it seems to be of higher quality than Blood Ancestor, and it has repeatedly drawn my consciousness toward its sinister world… It’s within reason that it could restrain ‘Holy Blood.’ We must find a way to repair this artifact in the future.”

“You don’t need to tell me… If this artifact could be repaired, it would almost certainly be of legend-grade.”

“Survive first. That strike has just shifted more than half of the hostility and attention onto you.”

As the Count was reminding him,

A burst of intense golden light shot from the opposite side, hissing… Jane’s skin was instantly burnt away by over 30%, revealing the wriggling, murky Tentacles inside her Body.

Due to his special nature, Han Dong was not only undamaged by the golden light but was instead bathed in it.

“Ah! My right arm!”

The Golden Saint clutched his broken arm that was dripping with golden liquid.

As Green had said, this strike severed the ‘Divine Substance’ crucial to the Golden Saint, an integral part of his construct mythology.

Typically,

Only attacks bestowed by a Mythic Body could reach this layer, and low-rank attacks generally cannot harm the ‘Divine Substance.’

The mythic part symbolized by the [Right Arm] was severed.

The Golden Saint’s own aura was also weakened, and complete recovery would require returning to the Holy Level World, spending vast amounts of time and treasures, first forging a golden arm from a secret treasure, and then constructing new Divine Substance into it.

Rage poured out like a flood.

No longer restrained, his expression extremely fierce.

“You! You actually didn’t die… How dare you, a ‘Transmuter,’ attack me!

Do you understand the disparity between our statuses, do you realize how foolish your actions are!”

Due to the implanted Dark Blood Skull, the Golden Saint seemed not to recognize this Holy Sword… he was merely in a blind rage.

Han Dong responded coldly,

“You still do not seem to grasp the full picture.

Not to mention, we never took your group of artisans seriously, nor do we care about the Holy Level World.

Neither Green nor I considered you mass-produced beings significant.

What you perceive as a world invasion, for us, is merely a leisurely game… Dying without understanding your own predicament.

It’s truly pitiful.”

Han Dong’s ability to mock was no less than Green’s, and it was even more effective at a time like this.

Already enraged and somewhat maddened, the Golden Saint became even more irascible.

“I’ll kill you first! Low-level vermin!”

In an instant, a wave-like golden domain swept over them.

Just as Green was preparing to counter with the Madness Domain… sh-sh-sh! Walls of Yellow Sand rose in front of him, successfully slicing the golden tide in two.

Moreover, the Yellow Sand autonomously constructed into a miniature city.

This was no ordinary Yellow Sand.

It contained the ‘Will of the Pharaoh’… Han Dong had obtained the ‘Pharaoh’ status similar to Captain Marlon’s Hell King status by seizing the [World Node] of ‘Prometheus.’

This status did not manifest as an external power increase.

Instead, it offered an enhancement on a will-level, effectively impacting the ‘domain.’

Once, when Marlon executed the great traitor, the opponent seemed as if standing on the “Infernal Scorched Earth,” facing the supreme Hell Demon King in Hell… This kind of direct pressure could crush the enemy’s will.

Now, Han Dong, exhibiting his Pharaoh status, directly confronted the Golden Domain with his own domain.

In the blink of an eye.

Green saw an incredible grandiose scene.

Han Dong, dressed in black Pharaoh attire, sat atop a hundred-meter-high pyramid.

Waving the Magic Staff in his hand, he commanded billions of Underworld Dead Spirits to clash head-on with the golden army…