My Cell Prison
Chapter 1387 - 1385: The Gap

Chapter 1387: Chapter 1385: The Gap

Father Lysos was greatly frightened by the recent chop strike.

Having worked alongside his revered mother for many years, it was the first time he had witnessed such a terrifying attack.

Though London lacked the support of land deeds... to be cleaved in two with a single slash, even exposing the critically important [Revered Mother’s Palace], was simply too exaggerated.

Facing this [King] entangled with sins all over.

Father Lysos even guessed that the opponent might be the strongest intruder.

"We must hold out until reinforcements arrive no matter what; if we enter the next phase prematurely, the outcome of this battle will be worse than our lowest expectations.

Even if it means using darkness as the price, we must hold on.

Moreover, this ruler’s attack is too fearsome; engaging in battle above could potentially affect the city at any moment, causing terrain damage and the death of residents... We have to find a way to force her out."

Father Lysos’s gaze swiftly swept over the London Celestial Body, the glacier, church headquarters, human residential areas, and the estate belonging to Han Dong... Although the enemy’s technology was unexpectedly advanced, the overall situation was still barely maintained within the [limit].

Now.

What he needed to do was to keep this measuring line above the limit.

At that moment, a series of bizarrely rhythmic words reached his ears.

"Lysos, let me lend you a hand.

This move can only be used once, after which it’s all up to you to restrain the opponent on the periphery... Our work here is done, just waiting for the next phase to arrive."

"Good."

The source of the voice was the Mythical Celestial Body that always hovered above London.

They belonged to an extremely special type of Mythic Body.

They symbolized the destruction of the world, but were also the basic units responsible for coordinating the operation of celestial bodies, playing a decisive role in border defense and scheduling work during the last world catastrophe.

Just then, an eye oozing with earth core magma appeared on the surface of the celestial body.

The priest immediately signaled to Captain Shaia nearby to use all means to block out hearing.

The upcoming attack would mainly target the Beheading King, but nearby creatures would also be affected to some extent... It might even cause their brains to burst outright.

’Celestial Sound - Music of the Spheres’

Perhaps it was through the unique crust movement inside the star body, combined with the foundational rhythms inherited through tradition, that a sound capable of intervening in world rules was emitted.

The sound currently voiced wrapped around the concept of [Retreat], acting independently.

In an instant.

An iridescent invisible force field took effect on the Beheading King’s body in a flash.

Hum!

Despite having blocked their hearing in advance, both the priest and Captain Shaia still experienced intense tinnitus in their brains, with fluids seeping from all seven apertures... however, the effect on them was less than 10%.

As for the ’Celestial Sound’ mainly affecting the Beheading King.

Clatter clatter! The Flowing Light Orthodox Sect in his hand trembled at a high frequency, and the bandages covering his body were shaken apart one by one.

The sound themed around [Retreat] actually disrupted the Beheading King’s own foundational rules.

Hum!!

A ring of iridescent waves spread through the air, and the Beheading King, as [The King], twisted his body as if struck by an immensely heavy blow, turning into a dull ray of light that retreated tens of thousands of meters in the air, completely away from London City.

At the same time.

Because of speech rule intervention on a higher-ranked King, three cracks reaching deep into the earth’s core appeared on the celestial body’s surface, rendering it unable to launch ’Celestial Sound’ for a while.

However, merely forcing a retreat was useless.

If not restrained, the recovering Beheading King could step back into London in one stride.

"Miss Shaia, I’ll go ahead."

The moment the Celestial Sound ended, the priest had transformed into a shadow, aggressively advancing towards the Beheading King.

The umbrella in the priest’s hand had turned into a thick giant sword about two meters in length, flowing with surging Black Water... At the same time, his black coat completely burst open this very moment, revealing a robust body covered with Dark Stigmata.

These Stigmata on the surface of the body, upon closer inspection, resembled a [Mouth] without lips.

The Dark Denizens mostly specialized in secret techniques, and Lysos belonged to the rare combat type; his body was also unique among the Dark Denizens, known as ’Black Ingestion’.

Capable of using darkness as food for the body, it devours any form of dark matter to strengthen the flesh.

At this moment, all the Stigmata opened up like mouths, unleashing terrifying dark Tentacles...

Such a posture meant that the Priest was unleashing all the dark power he had absorbed throughout his life.

This was also the fundamental reason why his birth mother intentionally transferred the London Land Deed to the Priest.

With the Priest’s potential, he was bound to one day seize the throne.

Whoosh~ Whoosh~ Whoosh!

As the Priest charged forward, his speed kept increasing.

He struck with his Heavy Sword with all his might while the Beheading King was still under the influence of the Celestial Sound and unable to attack due to the intense trembling of the weapon in his hands... an attack of Heavy Crushing force.

"Black Moon"

With a mighty downward slash of the black Heavy Sword, a long-lasting crescent moon appeared in the sky.

Ding!

A crisp clashing sound spread out along with the blast wave.

The Body of the Beheading King fell heavily, creating a large crater in the Metal Desert.

However, the Priest’s expression wasn’t good.

"Was this powerful strike of mine... useless?"

The previous Heavy Crushing blow had been instantaneously blocked by the Beheading King, receiving only a simple impact that caused no significant damage.

Hiss!

The Priest gritted his teeth.

All over his Body, the Saints’ Stigma mouths spewed out dense darkness, forming a dark Demon Lord with tentacles covering its face, enveloping his entire Body.

The Priest, at full speed, charged towards the Beheading King in the sand pit, not giving him any chance to recuperate.

But...

Ding!

As the sound of the weapons clashing spread, a sandstorm dozens of meters high erupted around them.

Unmoved!

The Priest, in his "Dark Demon God" form, combined with the full force of the downward acceleration, attempted a Heavy Crushing attack, which the Beheading King blocked with the Knife edge... His figure remained standing still, with only a slight bend in his knees.

What was even more terrifying was that the Beheading King was holding the sword with just one hand.

The gap, the mythical divide between the Myth and the King, an insurmountable chasm.

"Damn it!"

Just as the Priest realized something was amiss, the Beheading King’s free hand executed a "Barehanded Chop Strike."

Swish!

The Priest tried his best to twist his Body.

Barely managing to dodge the Chop Strike from his head, it tore open from his shoulder, completely severing his left arm and a part of his left side... At the same time, behind the Priest, a hundred-meter-long chop mark appeared in the sand.

"Rules"

A Chop strike imbued with rules, once it destroyed the Flesh, it was difficult to heal, unless...

Hiss hiss hiss~ (Blood vessels growing)

An abundance of new blood vessels suddenly grew between the Priest’s severed left hand, which was thrown into the air, and his Body, intertwining and rapidly Stitching together! A life force that was indescribable forcibly canceled the rules within the wound, reconnecting the limb.

At the same time.

A crimson whip was thrown from a blind spot, tightly binding the Beheading King’s Body.

Captain Shaia held the whip in one hand and flicked the hair hanging over her face with the other, "Priest, bring out all the tricks you have, otherwise we are all going to die here."

However.

The response did not come from the Priest.

It came from the Beheading King, bound by the whip, his Body drenched in Fresh Blood.

A clear, feminine voice vibrated through the Knife edge:

"Worthy of [S-01], such top Mythic Bodies actually have so many... You two are comparable to the bugs and plants I have encountered before, and even a bit more formidable.

What a pity."