My Cell Prison
Chapter 1390 - 1388: The Demon King is Alive

Chapter 1390: Chapter 1388: The Demon King is Alive

Buzz, buzz, buzz! (Similar to the roaring of an engine)

The weapon in Marlon’s hand was a pure product of Hell, a culmination of various materials acquired during his trial by the Demon King.

These included materials of the limbs obtained by slaying the seventy-two Demon Gods and Demon Essence.

And entering the Forbidden Demon Territory, which no demon has ever touched, to find a Demon King’s treasure chest hidden by someone unknown, yielding a dynamic component crucial to the weapon’s construction.

On the day of his coronation.

With the aid of the Hellish Blacksmith, coupled with other Demon Kings’ tributes and assistance, they created this Hellish Divine Weapon that possesses the ’vehicle’ attribute and is in complete harmony with Marlon’s traits.

"Usartum, The Tyrant (Empire)" (The equipment name appeared in Dark Gold when queried in the Fate Glyphs)

The essence of this weapon surpasses the conventional concept of a Fate Weapon in quality, forged not only from extremely high-grade materials but also infused with the rules of the [Hell] world and the will of the Hell Demon King.

Just as its name suggests.

This wildly styled weapon, which vividly captures the theme of Hell, possesses extremely brutal destructive power.

The most terrifying aspect is its inherent ’battle growth’ trait, which will enhance its destructiveness with the duration of combat, Marlon’s state, and the number of combos dealt.

Due to the recent conversation with Shaia.

The rage that Marlon had accumulated all along dissipated, and in its place was a relatively calm battle state.

Gazing at the opponent not far away, with bandages wrapping around secretive places of the body that had multiple cuts, and holding a Beheading King not inferior to his own, Marlon felt a hint of puzzlement.

"Shaia is right; this person is unlike any of The King I have seen... Whether it’s those braggers in Hell or the giant Stone I met on my last journey through Fate, the style is completely different.

The biggest difference lies in the ’domain’.

This guy actually conceals his domain within his body? By doing so, he would be affected by Scorched Hell.

In any case, let’s test her out first."

Marlon slowly transitions from walking to jogging, and the frequency of turning the hilt increases as well... With the core engine activated, a large number of sparks splatter out between the body of the sword.

However, just as Marlon was about to get within attack range.

The Beheading King suddenly lowered his center of gravity, stretched his left leg back, and returned the Famous Knife to his waist, assuming a standard sword-drawing stance.

The bandages wrapped around his wrist spontaneously formed a Knife Sheath structure, and his aura surged in an instant.

"One-Heart Sword Slash"

A strong sense of danger arose within Marlon’s heart, a feeling he hadn’t had for a long time.

A diagonal slash hundreds of meters away came towards him, annihilating all the sand grains in its path.

In an instant.

A hundred-meter-long slash scar appeared across the desert, and Marlon, who had been directly hit by the strike, was pushed a hundred meters away.

As the sand grains fluttering in the sky had yet to disperse, Marlon’s voice came through:

"So this is it, the purpose of internalizing the domain? To strengthen the attack to its utmost..."

Slowly.

Marlon’s figure emerged, his scorching blood still dripping continuously.

The posture remained unchanged.

He continued to drag his weapon on the ground, not having used it to block the terrifying strike just now.

Instead, he completely transformed his left arm into a Demon’s hand, taking the brunt of the Beheading King’s chop strike with his palm.

As a result, the pitch-black claw-like Demon hand was split open with a wound about ten centimeters deep, reaching the depth of the wrist, with Demon blood continuously dripping.

More shocked by the power of the chop strike than Marlon.

The Beheading King was even more astonished, as this was a strike imbued with her Artistic Conception and was seriously executed... that it only inflicted such damage upon a direct hit.

For a moment, the Beheading King’s psyche underwent a change, her clear Heart Lake began to be Dyed Black by sin; or perhaps, this was the mindset a Sin Spirit should have in battle.

The Knife edge Returns to Sheath.

"The Twelve Judgments"

Whoosh! Sword drawn!

This time, the action of unsheathing the sword felt fundamentally different from the last, almost as if it wasn’t the same person attacking.

At the instant the sword was drawn, not even the slightest blade edge appeared.

Instead, it was a symbolic chop strike denoting sin, affecting reality itself.

With Marlon at the center, a total of twelve gigantic skeletons symbolizing "sin" arose around him, each with distinctive features.

Some had lanterns atop their heads, others concealed infants in their bellies, and yet others had bronze coins hanging from their arms.

In their hands, they uniformly wielded samurai swords, simultaneously executing different types of sinful chop strikes.

All escape routes were blocked, and attacks came at all angles, each one exceedingly tricky.

Facing such a scenario, Marlon nevertheless revealed an interested and amused smile.

Whoosh!

He planted his weapon firmly into the ground, liberating his right hand... seemingly deciding not to parry such attacks with a weapon.

Muttering a string of Demon Language.

Spiked black blood vessels surged across his arms, the skin turning charred black and decrepit, undergoing 100% demonic transformation.

At the same time, two exaggerated Demon Horns sprouted from his forehead.

He then assumed a unique defensive stance, one not from Hell but one that Marlon had first learned at the Crusader Academy.

"Come!"

A roar echoed across the desert, sending out a shockwave that rippled for kilometers.

Faced with twelve chop strikes, each varying in direction, style, force, and even nature... In Marlon’s eyes, it was as if he was reliving basic training from the past.

When the body is sufficiently strong.

The backs of hands, palms, wrists, elbows—any part, if used to the utmost, could parry the adversary’s weapon strikes.

Ding ding ding!

Weapon clashes that could tear ordinary eardrums continued to resonate.

All twelve chop strikes symbolizing the judgment of sin were blocked by Marlon, most redirected with skill, and one particularly devious strike had to be physically crushed with his palm.

His arms were sliced multiple times, blood constantly flowing, but none of the strikes reached the inner layers.

At the same time, the consecutive attacks raised Marlon’s "Rage Value" to a certain level.

In the moment he parried all the attacks, one hand grasped the buried "Tyrant."

Hum! A twist of the hilt, and the scorching lava of Purgatory mixed with demon wails emanated forth.

Legs push from the ground.

Hovering in the air at the exact same level as the twelve skeletons.

"Slaughterhouse"

A horizontal circular slash carrying blood, minced flesh, and molten lava formed in mid-air.

All skeletons were sliced in half at the waist, emitting gruesome sounds from the wound like bones being crushed in a slaughterhouse operation.

Visible to the naked eye, the gigantic skeletons were engulfed and reduced to bone dust.

Upon closer observation, the "Tyrant" in Marlon’s hand now had an even sharper serrated portion, and the flesh appeared even tighter.

At the same time, Marlon, who had taken flight, had already locked his gaze on the Beheading King hundreds of meters away.

Whoosh!

A pair of demonic wings unfolded behind him.

Spreading his wings, combined with the full release of his rage, he dove, forming several sonic booms—his speed was unbelievably fast!

"Hellish Sword Burial"

Outside of London City.

Suddenly arose a blood-soaked, tyrannical tombstone in the shape of a blade, with stirred-up sand and dust even reaching the interior of London City.