My Cell Prison
Chapter 1404 - 1402: Unclean

Chapter 1404: Chapter 1402: Unclean

"Overall Constriction"

Pope’s ultimate goal requires the use of Elements with prominent area attacks to constrain the enemy’s main forces...while halting their advance, simultaneously diminishing their numbers as much as possible.

Therefore.

When the explosion occurred at the entrance of the clothing store.

Pope had already established several portals leading to the outskirts of the enemy forces.

Sally and others cut in from the periphery, each unleashing area-of-effect ultimate moves, ’sealing off’ the enemy...Initially, it was quite effective, but as time went on, the effectiveness of the area attacks was diminishing.

The Terminator Machinery that were destroyed by physical attacks, curses, and secret arts, would upload their internal data at the moment before death.

The CPU used by the central entity to manage the battlefield would add upgrade patches to the program for that combat zone based on the uploaded data.

"Adaptability" was faster than Pope had anticipated.

Meanwhile, the enemy forces also rapidly regrouped, with elite individuals at the level of [Late Stage of Opening]. Taking them as the core, they launched attacks and defenses against Sally and others.

Individuals who could withstand the Goat Hoof Crush, fist prowess, and Deep-Sea Secret Methods had appeared.

Helen’s Fascination was gradually losing its effect, with energy beams starting to bombard the giant flower beneath her.

As the external operations commander, Sally, staring at the streets she had nearly flattened, observed several machinery entities jointly adopting a protective stance, effectively blocking her recent crushing stomp.

"Is the overall strength this formidable?

Almost instantaneously, the enemy forces in the streets and even the nearby regions adapted to my crushing force, and they also developed some resistance to the Black Forest’s curse.

There must be some kind of collective intelligence network covering inside London City, constantly collecting war information, synchronizing the analysis results to all entities, and even preemptively helping them analyze countermeasures.

The pressure is bigger than expected.

However... if we switch to ’this thing’, can your technology find a way to counter it? Its existence is something that even we find troublesome."

Sally waited for the right moment.

She sent a message to Pope, who was controlling the Void Realm.

An unusual Void portal opened high in the sky.

No monsters emerged from it, nor were any powerful cosmic beams fired.

Instead, a Human Form entity fell from it.

Its falling position was right above a densely populated enemy area (still some distance from where the two Mythic Bodies were).

Upon closer inspection.

The faller was a dispirited young man with a "Ghoul Skin", his flesh marked with suture scars, paired with a casual grey hooded jacket.

The Ninth Element [Root of Evil - Kite Raniere], Pope positioned him as the key to restraining the enemy forces in this battle.

However, his state didn’t seem good.

During the fall, he neither displayed any powers nor did he attempt to slow his descent.

He even failed to adjust his falling posture, deliberately facing down.

Smack!

The acceleration from the void space combined with a high-altitude fall...directly imprinted a clear facial crater on the ground, with the neck vertebrae completely snapped.

Before long, Kite slowly sat up, reached to adjust his broken neck back to its normal position, patted off the dust on his suit, and said with a downcast expression:

"This isn’t much different from my usual jumping off a building... Sigh~"

Just as Kite was lamenting his failed suicide attempt.

Countless murderous intents had locked onto him, with a variety of long-range attacks shooting at him simultaneously.

Unlike other Element Bodies’ defense methods.

Kite’s shell used to maintain his human form was the "Ghoul Skin" gifted to him by Han Dong, which didn’t offer much in the way of defense.

He had placed no defensive measures on himself either.

As countless energy pierced through the body,

successive mushroom clouds rose,

annihilating energy stirred at the center of the explosion,

Kite, who hadn’t fully stood up, was directly riddled with holes... to the enemy, he might not even leave any residue behind.

When the various bombings ceased.

A rather helpless voice emerged from the dust: "Although it hurts a bit, this level is still not enough... alas! Green clearly said that the probability of death during war would be very high. Why is it always like this?

And you even destroyed the ’Ghoul Skin’ that Nicholas gave me as a gift.

He prepared that especially for me... It’s really annoying, this is supposed to be the only thing that can make me happy.

I must kill all of you, maybe that will improve my mood a bit, but it seems like it would be quite troublesome."

The self-talking voice kept emanating.

In the air, a profoundly filthy scent was gradually increasing, to the extent that all nearby entities, be they machinery or organic life, couldn’t help but check themselves over, always feeling something uncomfortable with their bodies.

Not just externally.

Their thoughts, too, began to feel unclean,

always feeling as if their organs and fleshly cavities were filled with stinking, rotting substances,

or as if their metal pipelines were covered with foul-smelling tar and organic waste.

Both thoughts and actions were affected, experiencing a kind of ’contamination’ they’d never felt before, which was more lethal and irresistible than any contamination information they had before the war.

The enemy, feeling something awry throughout their bodies, continued to bomb the original target location frenziedly, even bringing out some of their ultimate moves to escalate the damage.

Gurgling sounds!

During the bombing, noises as of liquid churning arose.

In the area undergoing bombardment, much like a gushing mine, massive amounts of filthy grey fluids erupted. Seemingly liquid, they also appeared as a kind of living entity in totality, quickly spreading across the streets.

Within the fluids were mixed variously distorted organs, hyperplastic disordered limbs, and many corrupted tentacles without any pattern or identifying characteristics.

Constantly trembling,

continuously expanding,

incessantly merging and splitting,

the gushing "quantity" showed no sign of abatement, flooding the streets before continuing towards adjacent ones.

As the fluids passed over buildings, they would grow numerous organs, flesh, or eyes and tongues... These tissues would further grow tumors on their surfaces, which would burst open with a thick juice upon contact with any foreign object.

Until it completely occupied the whole building.

The enemies mingled within were being rapidly eroded and taken over.

Until they disintegrated, decayed, or utterly fallen.

Countless error codes emerged within the dead machinery entities, incessantly transmitted to the mother entity, even causing some CPU cores to overclock, drastically reducing the calculation rate.

The database could not find a countermeasure; such a thing seemed as if it should not exist in the world at all.

Rumors.

At the birth of the universe, to ensure its stability,

the world’s rules or the initial creators concentrated and condensed the ’aberrant error material’ that would cause the collapse of the universe into a cluster of extremely dense primordial substance, sealed in a corner of the universe.

The "corner" seems to be deep within Earth.

Kite is precisely the progeny of this original substance...