My Cell Prison
Chapter 1353 - Chapter 1353: Chapter 1351: Not in a Great Mood

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1351: Not in a Great Mood

Inside a large laboratory akin to a slaughterhouse.

Every so often, [meatballs] hanging on iron hooks are delivered here, all of these poor fellows tried to break into Hyperion Corporation.

It seems they were also selectively brought in for feeding, all uninfected to a severe degree, with a flesh to metal ratio above 8:2.

Their appetite is astonishing.

The strains here are capable of consuming an entire [meatball] every ten minutes.

[First Kind], the flesh-related strains, after years of cultivation, have completely spiraled out of control, growing continuously in stacked minced meat formations, turning the culture room into a “meat chamber”.

“They’re very aggressive, I bet the moment I open the door to the culture room, it will want to eat me.

But the real difficulty lies not with the aggressiveness of the strains.

Rather, it’s about how to completely eat up the overly proliferating strains… The culture room’s about four hundred square meters, and the total amount of the minced meat strains probably weighs over a ton.

No choice, gotta go in hard.”

Due to the restrictions of the unknown domain, normal spatial transfer cannot be used, and for Han Dong to jump through the void would require five times more energy than usual… Void techniques must be hidden away, and space energy is extremely precious, absolutely not to be spent here.

The metal door of the culture room is over three meters thick, equipped with a giant hydraulic valve for sealing, to prevent the spread of the strains.

Han Dong stared at the minced meat within the culture room, sending a telepathic message into his body:

“Count, are you hungry?”

“This Count knows what you are up to, I’ve just had afternoon tea, and right now I have no desire to eat at all.”

“Then I’ll just say it straight, the “Ultimate Strain” developed by Hyperion Corporation should be usable for the right arm.

Whether I use it myself or according to the competition’s rules, I need all the strains absorbed. Next, I need your help, Count.”

“Fine, seeing as your attitude isn’t bad, this Count will reluctantly do his best to help you… after all, your body is mine as well.”

Having said that, Han Dong releases Dead-man’s Pose and returns to normal.

Ga ga ga! The sound of the metal door moving.

The moment the hydraulic door is pulled open, Han Dong transforms into a streak of red light, slipping inside, not giving the strain any chance to proliferate outwards.

The air is filled with the thick smell of rotting flesh, and the particle-like strain colonies cram the culture room, still slightly undulating.

The visual shock of close observation is quite outrageous.

At the same time.

Feeling the entry of a living being, the minced meat surges quickly towards Han Dong’s location.

“Count, start the feast.”

“Why don’t you start… that thing is too disgusting.”

Han Dong doesn’t waste more words, just opens his mouth and bites directly near the minced meat strains.

It has the texture like caviar, but overall it goes down gritty. I’d rather not describe the taste in detail.

To ensure perfect absorption of the minced meat organism, Han Dong chooses the most primal method of intake–[Eating], to achieve the best results.

WTF!

The Count didn’t expect Han Dong to actually be able to stomach it.

A feeling of not wanting to be outdone swells up, promptly a large Bloodhound head sprouts from the right arm, its surface with more than a dozen mouths, jointly partaking in the “minced meat feast.”

At the beginning of the devouring, small grain-like lumps appear on the surface of the body.

However, with the control of Plague Control, all lumps transfer to the right arm… Later in the feeding, the entire right arm even swells up into a four-meter-plus bloated tumor.

Belch!! A monstrously loud burp echoes throughout the laboratory.

After spending a total of 42 minutes, the minced meat strains inside the culture room are all eaten clean, not a trace left.

Simultaneously, Han Dong and the Count control the right arm together, removing all unnecessary components, keeping only the most essential parts of the organism.

The enhancement effects brought about by feeding, the right arm’s “flesh manipulation” and “devouring” are upgraded.

However, such an upgrade can only be considered very mediocre.

“This meaty strain should be considered a [component], mainly responsible for devouring organic materials to obtain energy… The real core should be one of the other two strains.

Next, you’ll move with me in the form of a Bloodhound.”

“Sure, this Count does indeed need to move around, it’s killing me.”

The Bloodhound that peeled away from the right arm looks like it’s gained a whole round.

Apart from the eyes that cover its entire body and the long mouth formed by thousands of teeth, it’s actually quite cute.

Man and dog just left the culture room.

Whizz!

A streak of blood light descended from the sky at high speed, carrying with it a sense of certain death.

“Prophet before.”

Even in a closed state, the Demon Eye maintained 30% of its effectiveness.

Han Dong stepped back first.

But the Count was a step too slow, not to mention his failure to sense it beforehand.

The current Count, looking like he just stepped out of a buffet and the fact that he didn’t need to lean on a wall was already commendable… To make such a quick dodging move was too much to ask of him.

Swish!

Blood splattered.

The dog’s head flew several meters away.

“To think… it missed.”

Choppy voices conveyed a sense of sin.

The other contestant who appeared was not a native but a hostile member from Makoms City, a member of an elite squad sent by the mother body to investigate the Hyperion Corporation.

Having completed the gate opening and reaching the midway, he adopted the Decapitator’s pose.

Primarily composed of skeleton.

The skeletal body was wrapped in bandages, on which were inscribed his past life’s sins.

Two Sin Axes bearing the faces of suffering people were held in his hands.

The structure of his lower legs was discarded, replaced by long knives.

His body was skeletal, but his head retained flesh, speaking in a hoarse voice:

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time… Demon!

Such a huge amount of flesh strains, my body simply cannot consume them. Thank you for completing this process for me and preserving it within your right arm, saving me a lot of trouble, ha… ha!”

However.

Han Dong wasn’t listening to the man at all, he didn’t even glance directly at the [Criminal of Decapitation]… Han Dong silently stared at the fallen Count, his expression slightly odd.

Seeing Han Dong full of openings, the man didn’t intend to hold back.

A sinful field unfolded, swish swish swish! One could almost hear the sound of flesh being chopped, and even the execution scene of the man’s life as an executioner materialized.

“Full Moon Beheading!”

The axes and the blade below concentrated at a single point.

This beheading move could largely ignore the opponent’s regeneration ability, and one would nearly certainly die if it couldn’t be dodged, within the same tier!

A “Cutting line” symbolic of execution had already formed.

When it swept across the neck.

Han Dong suddenly turned his head and gazed directly at the [Criminal of Decapitation] in front of him… In the moment he was stared at, the man felt a whirlpool forming in his brain, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Due to the whirlpool’s effect, the speed of the chop slowed down.

Crack crack!

Extremely horrifying Tentacles emerged from the back of Han Dong’s head, floating in the air.

In the man’s eyes, Han Dong became the image of a Faceless One at that moment, like a terrifying evil deity from a different world.

Smack!

Five fingers grasped the sinner’s head.

In an instant.

The sinner’s entire body, including the bandages that wrapped around him, grew a large amount of grey spotted Tentacles, his body’s structure, and even his Soul structure suffered corrosion and destruction.

With a strong squeeze!

The skull shattered at the same time as the entire body disintegrated.

“So annoying… Recently, there’s been a bunch of troublesome stuff!”

Han Dong, having killed his target, complained with a face full of negative emotions… He slowly picked up the Count’s dog head and used the Tentacles to slowly sew and reattach it to the body.

“Are you alright?”

“It hurts a bit… That chop just now must have been prepared for a long time. If I hadn’t already covered myself with Nether Blood in advance, there would have been danger.

What about that guy? I, the Count, want to bite him to death.”

“Dead, come with me.”

“Huh?”