??Chapter 1094: Chapter 193 Deep Layer Imitation
Chapter 1094: Chapter 193 Deep Layer Imitation
“Ever since the Elent Ga ended, it has been a long ti since I’ve activated the ‘Black Forest Shell.'”
“Since you can so expertly wield Void Force, today I’ll gladly join you for so fun… Hm? What are you doing?”
Sally stepped among the branches, ready to discipline Han Dong with her whip, when she caught sight of an unusual spectacle and abruptly stopped on a tree branch a hundred ters away.
Because Han Dong was undergoing a transformation that defied all reason.
…
Pop!
Pop!
The sounds of two objects hitting the ground echoed back as Han Dong’s left and right arms simultaneously fell to the ground.
“Warning! Warning!
Critical body part – ‘Sacred Blood Zombie Arm’ has been removed!
Critical body part – ‘Arm of the Undead’ has been removed!
The individual is in a weakened state, please recall and reattach body parts in a short ti.”
Not only did he receive warning notifications from the Faceless Skull, but Han Dong himself could distinctly feel the weakness.
Both arms represented the developnt path Han Dong had followed from the beginning, yet now they were completely severed… His combat ability had dropped by at least 80%.
What also separated from him was the consciousness of the Count.
As soon as the arms hit the ground, the right hand imdiately grew a web of blood threads which then fused with the left hand, turned to Black Sand… under the control of the Count’s consciousness, they combined into a separate entity.
Never before had both arms been fully severed.
This also led to the newly constructed Bloodhound being entirely different.
At the sa ti, it was a breakthrough attempt of the Count to form an independent body outside his own, needing to integrate the Death force that had once killed him into the Blood Descendant’s body… It was very possible that the two would reject each other and be incompatible.
‘The Master of the Blood Oath-Bearer. Rorg Horen’s Skull of Dark Blood (Broken)’
This piece of equipnt had almost beco the exclusive property of the Count.
It would play an extrely important role during the Fusion process.
With the aid of the blood of the evil god from another world – Nether Blood, the bloodline essence of the Count was also changing… forming a decaying, ruined life of fresh blood.
In the Nether Blood System, death and blood did not conflict; they could coexist and even reach new heights.
Drip drop drip drop…
The decaying blood fell to the ground.
A Bloodhound with a different appearance from before erged beside Han Dong, emanating the Ancestor’s Breath.
Overall, it no longer looked ‘fleshy and full’ but rather ‘lean and withered,’
Gloomy and twisted, thin fangs pierced the upper and lower lips, chaotically placed on the outer side of the face,
Bright red all over but showing chilling white bones in so parts, through the completely open abdon, one could peer through the gaps in the ribs to glimpse its internal structure,
The spine, covered with blood vessels, lay exposed, the whole body radiating a heavy scent of death,
“Hm? The compatibility between death and fresh blood is so high, this Count fellow really has so skills.”
Even Han Dong gave it a high appraisal.
The Count’s talent was indeed not bad, and in terms of personality, the Count belonged to a type of Demon that liked to pursue novelty, unsatisfied with his Blood Descendant status.
Therefore, he showed great enthusiasm and adaptability when integrating other powers.
“This feels really good… I might even be able to defeat the Fourth Elent.”
The fusion of attributes greatly boosted the Count’s confidence.
Feeling the new stance, experiencing the new power system, the canine teeth cracked a smile, a rare genuine smile from the Count… This was why he was willing to follow Han Dong.
The Count’s consciousness remained within Han Dong’s Body, having glimpsed many powers he couldn’t have accessed in his previous life.
Though he could not and would not attempt to seize Han Dong’s body… As long as he could indulge through Han Dong’s body, see a much wider world, and reach heights that were basically impossible for him alone, the Count was satisfied.
The sharp teeth and mouth opened, exhaling the breath of Death.
The Count’s voice followed:
“Hey! You can’t seriously be planning to be a ‘stake’ to attract their attention while I look for an opportunity to attack… Even if I can take on that role, defeating the Fourth Elent is still really tough.”
“Don’t worry. If it all depended on you, we wouldn’t stand a chance… The gap between you and Sally is just too large. Don’t panic, just wait for .”
Han Dong had already closed his eyes.
His consciousness stood at the base of the Talent Tree, having chewed several Red Fruits shaped like smiling faces in succession, purposely maintaining his vitality in an overflowing state to bear the upcoming physical transformation.
“The Black Vortex Trunk should be able to bear the changes to the body—I just hope my consciousness can hold out… Let’s not pass out from the pain during the process.”
Since his rebirth and acquiring the skull, Han Dong had gained two abilities: “Portable Prison” and “Imitation.”
In essence,
the two abilities were linked from the very beginning.
In the past, during so Fate events, there had been uses of both abilities in tandem.
For example, shooting chains from Togu through the arms, borrowing Miss Chen Li’s kitchen knife, or growing Octopus Tentacles from Nicole out of the back.
But these were all shallow applications.
Now, what Han Dong was about to do was an advanced application—”Deep Layer Imitation.”
Between the prison cells,
Tentacles of gray mottled flesh grew out of the walls, connecting to Togu’s nape, spine, limbs, and heart.
“Deep Layer Imitation – Togu Gonzales (Big Demon), Load Value required [400]”
– Attempting normal synchronization –
Warning: If the synchronization rate falls below 60%, rejection will occur and imitation will be dismissed due to individual damage.
…
The surface of the body’s Trunk was now spinning at a rate faster than ever before, adapting to the comprehensive alteration of the flesh.
Swoosh!
Drops like molten lava…
From the gaps in both shoulders, chains glowing red-hot drilled out.
The surface of the chains was densely lined with iron spike-like structures, and the tips of these spikes were rapidly proliferating a Dark Gold shade of Demon Flesh.
Not just that, but iron spikes were erging from other parts of Han Dong’s body as well, bringing pain not even a Count could bear.
Such deep layer imitation would take so ti. Judging by the speed of Hyperplasia of the flesh, it would need at least about a minute.
“This process really hurts!
But next ti I imitate, it’ll take less ti.
I trust Miss Sally will give
enough ti for the change… This process is necessary, both for my body to adapt to Togu’s flesh and to clearly display it to everyone present.”
Thinking this, Han Dong wanted to open his eyes and check on Sally’s situation.
To his shock, Sally, who had been a hundred ters away, was now nowhere to be seen…
The Count, sensing Danger, had already stationed himself beside Han Dong, ready to deal with assaults from any direction.
Who could have predicted,
a heavy Goat’s Hoof would descend swiftly, followed by a terrible howl of a dog… Ow-oo~
Before the Count could adjust to his new body, the Goat’s Hoof stomped on his back, even breaking the newly-ford exposed spine.
Like a bullet, the Bloodhound fell, smashing through more than a dozen branches and plumting into the pond at the bottommost layer.
After kicking the Count away,
Sally clearly had no intention of waiting—the spot on her forehead where Han Dong had hit her was still throbbing with pain.
Feeling angry at the thought, she directly lashed her whip onto Han Dong, who was undergoing transformation… Curse infusion.
One lash wasn’t enough to vent her anger.
Swinging the Cursed Whip continuously, she struck Han Dong’s body, which was ‘undergoing transformation,’ like a fierce storm… The scene felt familiar.
Putting the Curse aside.
Perhaps due to synchronization with Togu, such whipping was unexpectedly satisfying!
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