My Cell Prison
Chapter 1533 - 1531: Independently Formed

Chapter 1533: Chapter 1531: Independently Formed

A dusty basement, piled with ancient artifacts, some even traceable to the eighteenth century.

Though the Count sensed the presence of another team outside the building, the basement bore no signs of activity from others.

The others should be mainly active on the upper floors, with no intention to come to the basement for now... For the time being, this can be used as a hiding spot.

Han Dong had only two blood marks left on his body, soon to be cleared away.

"Rather than a basement, it’s more like an underground level... Its area is comparable to the upper floor, with many partitions set up.

If we are lucky enough, we might even find our target of activity here—the ’Box of Resentment.’

Before searching, let’s first clear off the negative status and heal the injuries."

"Count, let me inspect the gem.

By the way, apart from the gem in the Blood Demon’s corpse, are there any key-related items dropped?"

"No! This Count has a keen perception for blood, only found this gem."

"Then it seems we haven’t triggered the task, killing the resentment collective directly, hence no drop for the key related to the final area... However, the ’Wooden Key’ we possess should be enough."

Han Dong took the saliva-coated crimson gem, the relevant information instantly obtained:

[Relatively Complete Blood Demon Crystal (Blue Excellent)]

Type: Consumable Supply (Suitable only for creatures with life sustained by fresh blood)

Common Effects: Rapidly mend injuries, restore all lost life value, increase maximum life value by 20% (the effect doubles if the individual is mainly sustained by blood life).

Special Effects: Enhanced blood affinity.

Han Dong showed a somewhat expected expression.

"Indeed, during this activity, killing this type of resentment collective always drops consumables of blue quality... Under certain circumstances, this isn’t weaker than equipment items.

If there weren’t ’neighbors’ hunting us down, I’d really want to try my hand at reaping, killing all resentment collectives in every villa, even if I don’t need them myself, they could sell for a good price.

Too bad... The risk is still too high.

Count, just go ahead and consume it! The canine body may undergo some changes, just don’t make too much noise afterward."

When Han Dong tossed the ruby back, the Count only held it under his tongue, hesitating to swallow.

The Count spoke with a proud demeanor:

"Hey! Isn’t this supposed to heal injuries and restore life?

This Count never eats alone, better let me return to the right arm, for you as the main body to ingest... This way, it can heal your injuries, and I as the consciousness controlling the blood can also gain enhancement, isn’t that better?"

"Count, you are the main essence of Nether Blood.

If I consume ’Blood Demon Crystal,’ the effects will be split and absorbed, preventing you from gaining maximum enhancement.

Better let you absorb alone... It’s of high quality, if luck permits, maybe you can fully stand alone, no longer needing ’Lester Caregiver’s Right Arm’ as the carrier for singular actions.

As for my injuries, the marked blood is removed, the rest will quickly recover by taking the healing potion."

The Count was momentarily speechless, even feeling a sense of disharmony.

To know, he coexisted as a secondary consciousness with Han Dong for such a long time, could firmly declare Han Dong as an absolute self-serving egotist...

Even if Han Dong wants to share and contribute, it surely has nothing to do with him.

The current situation left the Count quite astonished, vaguely brewing a peculiar emotional sentiment.

"Count, what’s up?

Quickly swallow it, if the body changes, it might take a long time... If the other team arrives, it’ll truly be troublesome."

"Ahem! Alright~ This Count will definitely bring out this thing’s maximum value."

Gulp!

The Blood Demon Crystal just went down.

A burst of intense blood light shone in the basement, fortunately, Han Dong had chosen a more hidden partition beforehand... Otherwise, such intense blood light might penetrate the first layer of the building, increasing the likelihood of being discovered.

Han Dong watched the spectacle in front of him with a satisfied smile.

"I guessed correctly, this is the best usage!

Due to comprehensive level suppression, I can’t perform ’Tentacle Isomerization,’ the usable tentacles are very few... The Count’s consciousness can only remain inside to control the blood, forcibly separating out merely a pool of pure blood, unable to form structure.

Even using the caregiver’s arm as a bloodhound carrier, limited by equipment itself, unable to exert much power.

If considering the Count as [Nether Blood] this ability, it itself can upgrade."

In front

The Count was in the ’Return to the Original’ state, transforming into pure drops of fresh blood, escaping from the "Caregiver’s Arm" carrier, constructing a unique blood sphere in the air.

The crimson blood sphere warm and translucent,

Occasionally forming pit-like inscriptions,

Occasionally a terrifying skull from another world emerges,

Occasionally shows a mark never seen by Han Dong,

Shortly, the blood sphere transforms into a gluttonous huge mouth, surprisingly devouring "Lester Caregiver’s Right Arm," thoroughly digesting skin, flesh, bone tissues, and assimilating entirely.

This was entirely different from relying on the arm as the carrier.

The blood sphere, having completed the devouring, continued floating in the air, vaguely a new bone framework structuring internally.

Even Sally, who wasn’t initially interested, turned her head gently commenting:

"Truly worthy of being chosen as my man’s special steed... In the future, may have a chance to shake the status of "Highland Blood Ancestor."

Here, Han Dong also gave a very high evaluation:

"The Count really has something, truly worthy of being the new emissary of the God of Hades... In the future, I still need to find ways to negotiate with the God from that world.

The Count is my true love, he can’t steal from my beloved."

Whoosh!

A head of silky red hair scattered and spread out... No, to be precise, ’canine mane,’

Limb stuffed with blood vessels, obvious muscles landed on the ground,

Returning to the former elongated canine mouth, hundreds of teeth chaotically arranged within the mouth cavity,

The robust and crimson dog’s body exceeded two meters,

Though yet lacking conspicuous tentacle and eyeball structures, very much resembling a Hundred-eyed Bloodhound... At least it won’t be mistaken for a ’stray dog.’

"Woof!"

The Count shook his dog head, displaying a proud gentleman’s demeanor, seemed very satisfied with the new form.

"This is right! Prior to this, this Count was not much different from a stray dog, lacking teeth, lacking strength... Weak as heck!"

Sensing the newfound power, the Count fell into a narcissistic state.

Just then, nearby stood an old dusty dressing table.

The Count climbed his forelegs upon the table, using his tongue to wipe away mirror dust, wanting to carefully gaze at his brand-new handsome visage.

This gaze was astonishing,

The mirror reflected not just a long canine head,

Also a woman with a embroidered cloth veiling her face, seated before the table... A long tongue laden with saliva slowly reached out from under the veil, on the verge of touching the Count’s skull.