My Cell Prison
Chapter 1389 - 1387: Visitor from Hell

Chapter 1389: Chapter 1387: Visitor from Hell

Since the initial location of Makoms City was determined to be on the opposite side of the Pandora planet from London, the position was personally set by the Mother Matrix.

The main reason was to ensure that the new demons from a different world could not find any information about them when they first arrived at Pandora.

Therefore, the Death God and Marlon, attempting a stealthy move, had to cross over half of the planet to get back... a distance over ten times greater than the Beheading King, who was rushing over from the Hyperion company’s station line.

Barely arriving in time.

Five minutes earlier

The Death God and Marlon, one after another, stepped back into the metal desert region where London was located.

At that moment, they witnessed a hundred-meter-high scarlet sarcophagus rising from the ground near London... Despite the overwhelming scent of blood belonging to Shaia, it couldn’t conceal the regal aura mixed within.

Instantaneously.

The veins on Marlon’s forehead bulged, and the Hell Warhorse beneath him burst forth with an indescribable speed, somehow catching up to the Death God, who was already more agile.

"Alex, leave the situation with Shaia to me... You head straight into the city."

"Hmm."

Alex didn’t say much else, stowing away the silver scythe on his back and pouring more energy into his steed, speeding off into the distance and widening the gap with Marlon once again.

He whisked past both The Beheading King and Captain Shaia, heading towards the city.

’Game balance’ implies that the number of individuals at the same tier is equivalent, and there must still be an enemy King that requires Alex to ’manage’.

...

At this very moment.

Marlon’s gaze was neither on the Giant Dragon hovering high above nor on London City, which had been bisected in two.

His pupils narrowed, focused.

He locked his eyes on Shaia, who was coughing up fresh blood, her body having endured numerous telepathic chop strikes, kneeling on the ground.

Had he arrived even five seconds later, Shaia would have perished here.

In an instant, various images of the two of them flashed through his mind, intertwined with some deeply memorable dialogues.

Secret Room of the Bell Tower

"Clockmaker, where did this girl come from? We are about to undertake a high-difficulty event and don’t have time to take care of her."

"My name is Shaia Cornwall, I’m 18 years old. Although I haven’t joined the Knight Regiment, I’ve completed my Breaking the Breed~ I’m quite powerful; don’t believe me? Cut off your hand, and I’ll fix it right away."

Private room in a bar

Marlon, holding an unwilling Death God with one arm and a super-sized glass of liquor with the other, poured the drink into his mouth with abandon.

Sitting opposite him was the twenty-year-old Shaia, her hair tied up high in a ponytail.

"Congratulations to big brother Marlon on becoming the commander of the Hell Knight Corps, [Demon Guard Unit]!"

"No big deal~ I, Marlon, will surely become the captain within ten years, and eventually, the strongest knight of the Holy City, leading the Hell Knight Corps to exterminate all demons outside the City, burp~

By the way! Shaia, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"Me? I want to open a hospital to provide the best treatment for all humankind."

"Is that all?"

"Yep!"

In front of the Bell Tower’s gates

"I will return in no more than five... at most ten years! The rules in Hell are simply too cumbersome."

Shaia, having outgrown her childishness and adorned with a layer of maturity, had teary eyes as she gazed at Marlon, nodding firmly: "Alright, I’ll wait for you for ten years!"

Little did she know, Marlon’s departure would last over thirty years, with the road to kingship far from being as simple as he had imagined.

And so, he always harbored guilt, even developing some Inner Demons during the final stages of becoming king... but with his type of character, it was very difficult for him to express it face to face.

Staring at Shaia, who nearly faced execution, Marlon fell into a rare state of furious rage.

"You motherfucker, dare to lay a finger on her and see what happens!"

A hellish domain that tears apart the rules of the world, along with overwhelming anger, started spreading madly behind him.

It didn’t merely turn the Metal Desert into Scorched Hell,

but even faintly established a connection to the vast world - Hell, separated only by a thin membrane.

Hordes of massive Hell Demon Soldiers, sensing the presence of their king, crowded at the channel, eager to tear through the membrane and assist Marlon in battle.

Even three Hell Demon Kings of the same rank as Marlon, but with much greater seniority, felt the emergence of the world’s membrane, and their true bodies crossed the layers of Hell, arriving opposite the membrane.

They looked towards the Beheading King not far away with eyes full of hate, venom, and scorn.

In an instant, the Beheading King’s tranquil Heart Lake was disturbed by great ripples, forcing her to retreat two steps and raise a defensive stance...completely forgetting about Shaia, whom she was about to execute.

However, the planet Pandora had been completely sealed by the Black Tower, and even as a Node holder or a major shareholder, Marlon could not call for assistance from his corresponding world, and at best, he could only do what had been done just now.

Of course, Marlon did not need any help from anyone, and he was determined to personally execute his target.

Empowered by the "Demon King’s Vision" to restrain.

A trail of fiery hoofbeats passed by the side of the Beheading King.

He didn’t attack her right away... Marlon tried his best to restrain his anger.

The first thing to do was to take Shaia, whose energy was nearly exhausted and consciousness about to be shattered by the executioner’s thoughts, away from the battlefield to avoid the impact of the upcoming fight.

The flames burning on the Hell Warhorse all went out.

With one arm around Shaia sitting beside him on horseback, and the other hand running through her brown curls, Marlon spoke in a tone of a King that could absolutely be trusted:

"It’s okay now, I’ll handle the rest."

However, the response Marlon got was not a tearful expression, nor eyes full of admiration and love... but a face full of disgust and even some repulsion.

"Were you and Alex romancing each other on the way? Why are you so slow! Do you think I want to be on the front lines? I was just trying to buy some time, and I almost got killed!"

"Hey! We didn’t stop for a moment, we hurried back at full speed, okay? At least Captain Shaia came just in time to rescue you, can’t you give me some credit... It was such a magnificent arrival, and all at once, the spirit’s gone.

You weren’t like this before."

Shaia’s words completely extinguished Marlon’s flames of anger.

"Don’t bring up the past with me, every time you do, I want to whip you... Besides, don’t let anger cloud your judgment, this [King] from a different world is very strong, if you’re not careful, you too could be executed."

"Hmm, I was indeed a bit impulsive just now, nearly letting my hot head lead me to strike, but it’s not like I would be killed with a single chop.

This time, I won’t make you wait... Once I’ve settled everything here, we’ll return to Holy City together.

I was in the wrong about the past."

For the first time, a sincere apology, and Shaia, hearing it, did not say much in return.

At that moment, the Hell Warhorse stopped in front of Father Lysos.

"Father, take Shaia straight back to London, Alex the guy has already rushed back to the City, it won’t be a big problem... I’ll take care of things here."

"Oh... Okay!"

Father Lysos was also greatly frightened by the ’Hell Scroll’ before his eyes, as it was his first time seeing someone tear apart the world’s membrane by will.

Watching the two departing figures.

Marlon leaped down from the horseback, grabbed the spine of the Hell Warhorse, and with a hard pull outward,

Crack~

The warhorse restructured its entire body around the spine, transforming into a Hell War Blade full of serrated structures, and it could even, like a motorcycle, increase the blade’s heat release by twisting its handle, storing the internal kinetic energy.

With one hand dragging the exaggerated War Blade and the other beckoning the Beheading King,

"Come on!"