Capítulo 2076: Chapter 2073: Demonic Egg
“This sword that merges Beheading King’s will,
or rather, is the incarnation of the “Flowing Light Orthodox Sect” of the Beheading King himself, has also grown from battling with the Razor Men?
The chop strike just now was exaggerated, almost cutting the Demon Sword in half.
It’s the first time encountering such a situation… However, this kind of “cutting” might be a good thing for the Demon Sword.”
Truth Demon Sword (Complete Form),
The blade transformed from the original cosmic liquid into purer black conduits.
A majority of the conduits at the chopped area were severed, dangling limp in the air.
the severely damaged Demon Sword possesses certain self-awareness,
because of its ‘severe injuries’, the Demon Sword desperately absorbs external energy, thus repairing the blade, continuously drawing nutriment from Han Dong’s broken arm.
Strands of supreme grey substance continuously flow into the Demon Sword,
its latent “growth potential” gets triggered,
the black conduits gradually dyed grey during this process, some intrinsic transformation is occurring.
Due to the Count undergoing growth,
Han Dong can’t completely activate the power of Fresh Blood to forcibly repair his arm, he can only allow the Demon Sword’s ‘extraction’… resulting in both arms being completely drained, lifeless.
When both arms are utterly wasted, hanging like shriveled balloons from the shoulder,
the change in the Truth Demon Sword formally begins,
sprouting numerous grey tentacles at the broken end, wrapping the entire sword and forming a bizarre “egg-like sword body”.
The vertically structured egg body climbs along Han Dong’s arm, over the shoulder, embedding between the spine.
Marlon, traversing the Prison World, arrives here.
upon seeing Han Dong’s hands completely wasted with something abnormal embedded in the spine, he immediately restrains his internal ferocity and decisively stops.
“Nicholas, what’s happening here?”
Without waiting for Han Dong to answer,
Flowing Light Orthodox Sect’s surface first reveals Beheading King’s spectral image, exclaiming:
“What weapon is this? We just combined forces for the chop strike and couldn’t sever it, instead it took the chance to grow?”
Beheading King, staring intently at the sword’s egg body on the spine, focuses entirely on it.
Han Dong awkwardly replies,
“Captain Marlon, the circumstances were unexpected… perhaps we should pause our sparring for a bit.”
“Hmm, this thing seems to be absorbing your body energy in reverse, are you okay? Should I help you restrain it?”
“It’s always been , it’s alright.”
Seeing Han Dong needing no help~ hum!
Knife edge returns to sheath, Marlon completely restrains his inner fury and slaughter, returning to normal.
He even finds a relatively open space within the cemetery…
A snap of fingers, a pile of warm campfire emerged before them,
lacking the scorching sensation of Hell, this campfire is just right for human temperature.
“Come sit down for a bit… enduring that attack just now, you should have considerable ‘Ash Breath’ suppressed inside, if not purged it will continually harm your body.”
As Han Dong sits before the campfire,
strands of black ash escape from his body, dissipating entirely within the campfire.
The scattered burns throughout his body, the rule-level ‘regeneration suppression’ are altogether lifted, allowing Han Dong to exhale a breath of relief, slowly restoring the broken and drained arms aided by the white lotus’s adjustment.
Marlon extends a heavy and warm arm gently onto Han Dong’s shoulder, his hearty laughter resonating at the world’s backside.
Indeed, you are something~ for a “Pseudo-King” to reach such level, no wonder you sought me out for practice… if it weren’t for Flowing Light Orthodox Sect’s enhancement, defeating you would have required significant effort.
Not to mention the Holy City’s number one, once you ascend the throne, I’d only be second.”
“Captain Marlon is undoubtedly the {first}.
Currently, I no longer count as a person of the Holy City, even if the war concerning the Holy City’s survival is before us, I inherently consider my own interests, not joining the Holy City faction.
Instead, chose the status of a Free Person.
Thank the captain for spending so much time on me, even having to restrain the ferocity.”
the arm resting on Han Dong’s shoulder suddenly exerts force, pulls him over, vigorously rubbing his head, “Hey! Long time no see, you’ve become quite courteous, haven’t you?
Forget about interests,
haven’t you been secretly assisting us?
Besides, the sparring between us is mutually beneficial, I happen to need someone to test my current strength.
Also, this captain still owes you a life…
Seeking me for practice so urgently, you must soon have a very troublesome matter to handle, right? Do you need my assistance? Anyway, the Holy City is currently in a game cooldown period, my current status can definitely help you.”
“No need to worry, Captain Marlon.
Moreover, the upcoming affair involves some Demon forces, the captain cannot intervene.”
After the spar just now, Marlon is filled with curiosity about Han Dong’s grey status.
From shoulder squeezing to head, then from head to back.
“How did you attain such a pose? Impossible to imagine, {Pseudo-King} reaching such a level… when crowned, wonder what kind of terrifying entity you’d become.”
“This posture is rather special, entirely supported by Upper Old King’s direct support.
Also, I can’t sustain it for long, if not for considering ‘Demon Sword’ is growing, I would have already dissolved it.”
“You… how many layers of relations have you established behind the scenes? Anyway, wait till the game ends, I should slowly engage these upper ranked ones.
Wait!? Nicholas, your body can endure it?”
In the short dialogue moments,
Marlon could directly perceive Han Dong is becoming ‘slimmer’, the supposedly restored arms still shriveled, even the body now appears haggard and emaciated. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Evidently caused by the spine embedded {Devil Sword Egg Body}.
“Indeed a bit uncomfortable~ but cannot pause this process, once Demon Sword reaches the next stage, the success rate for subsequent plans will significantly increase.”
Marlon directly lifts Han Dong onto his back,”I’ll take you to Shaia, she’ll surely provide the best healing measures.”
Close to desiccated Han Dong hurries to wave his hand,
“No need for such trouble~ just require the captain to lead me to the front side of the prison area… there’s a white pool emitting an extreme stench there, just throw me into it.”
Before the Source Liquid Pond.
Suspended in the air, Marlon could only feel endless disarray and extreme nausea.
Yet Captain Marlon didn’t hesitate, directly tossing Han Dong into it.
Covering his nose, waiting at the shore.
The Source Liquid’s surface descended several meters substantially,
slowly revealing Han Dong sat between white lotus, though still haggard and shriveled, yet his body aura stabilized… roots from the pond floor connected to his back, continuously supplying nutrition.
The sword’s egg body embedded in the spine is emitting grey-white light, vaguely hatching signs visible.