Chapter 503: 503: Death Field (Debt Settlement Chapter)

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: Death Field (Debt Settlement Chapter)

A more withered and weaker looking Han Dong, stood on the stage with the support of his staff in one hand.

“Cough, cough, cough…”

Due to the tremendous burden on his body in his current state, Han Dong could not stop coughing.

After all, Han Dong was proficient in life-series black magic.

The combination of Han Dong himself and Elder Miz Crow elevated the level of life-series black magic, reaching the membrane of “Death”.

With the blessing of the Crow God, Han Dong temporarily crossed this membrane, successfully arriving at the realm of death on the other side.

In such a realm, Han Dong finally understood what the so-called “Body can’t last long” meant according to the Crow God.

He was absolutely right.

In this state, Han Dong’s body was withering and decaying every second, needing a quick battle to decide the outcome.

Observing Han Dong in this state

even the Count tilted his head, punching a [?] straight away.

In the Count’s eyes, a young lord like Han Dong should not be able to touch [Death]… Besides, the Count didn’t quite understand why his bloodhound could not hit the target.

“Let me see what’s really going on…”

Now that the miasma had dispersed,

The bloodhound’s whole head split wide open, transforming into a gaping mouth and bit towards Han Dong’s body from the right.

It could swallow Han Dong’s upper body in one bite.

However, just as its teeth touched Han Dong’s skin… his frail body self-dissolved spontaneously, leaving the hound with a mouthful of nothing but air.

It only managed to snatch a dead raven from among the disintegrated flesh.

As the hound retreated,

the parts of Han Dong’s body that had disintegrated mysteriously reformed under the influence of the ‘death field’.

This was far beyond the Count’s comprehension.

“Impossible! You only mastered conventional life-absorption magic before, how could you have stepped into the realm of death in such a short time.

But… the surprise gift you gave me is too thrilling! Hahaha!

I fully acknowledge you now, Lord Nicholas! After your death, I will add your legendary story to my personal biography.”

For a moment, the Count felt a true sense of crisis.

The smell of death stimulated the Count, who himself also pursued and yearned for such kind of deathly thrill… In his memory, the real touch of death came from a noble knight wielding a silver holy sword.

At that time, the Count was just a newborn demon.

The holy sword pierced the Count’s flesh, trying to kill him forever.

However, as the knight himself was overly contaminated and worried that pulling out the holy sword might lead to the demon’s revival through the immense power of the Blood Brew, he had no other choice but to leave the holy sword embedded in the body of the Count.

While the Count appeared to be dead, his strong life force kept him hovering on the edge of life and death.

As such, the silver holy sword stuck inside him gradually ‘adapted’ to the Count’s body over time and served only as a seal instead of being a repellent.

More than ten years later,

by the time the Count woke up again, he had won the admiration of the Blood God.

Only then was he officially conferred the title of Count and became a key member of the Blood God’s nobility.

…

Wielding two silver holy swords, Count marched towards Nicholas on stage.

“Can the death you’ve gained insight into ignore this noble holy sword? Hahaha…Your brain is the core, isn’t it?

How are you going to dodge with such a body?”

The moment the Count stepped onto the stage,

The six blood-spewing skulls hovering behind him suddenly opened their mouths…

A red hexagram mark appeared under Han Dong’s feet. It invoked not only the blood magic but also the souls of the dead that had been sealed in here.

Several physical blood-red arms suddenly emerged from the stage, holding Han Dong’s body in a tight grip.

While the realm of death was indeed terrifying, it couldn’t dissipate these blood hands in an instant… Seizing such an opportunity, the holy sword shot through and directly aimed at Han Dong’s skull.

Ding…

Only one centimeter away from his forehead, the holy sword stopped in its tracks, hitting an invisible barrier.

A peculiar barrier that appeared like a hexagonal crystal.

The magical eye forms the barrier, or more accurately, it is the “Hybrid Demon Eye”.

As everyone knows, the Elder Miz Crow also possesses Pupil Surgery. To be precise, a “Raven’s Eye” resides under each of his feathers… The deep combination of the two allows for the blending of Pupil Surgery.

With the superior Demon Eye as the primary strength and the Raven’s Eye as the auxiliary, it gives rise to this “Hybrid Demon Eye”.

This temporarily takes Han Dong’s Pupil Surgery skills up a notch.

Accompanied by the emergence of the Pupil Mark, Han Dong manages to create a physical defensive barrier. Though currently, the area covered by the barrier is only 4cm×4cm, the effect is impressive.

At this moment,

Han Dong raises his magic staff and makes contact with the Count’s right side.

A horrifying spectacle ensues.

The Demon’s body, made of pure blood, rapidly decays and withers in a short span… The effect of Death’s invasion is too terrifying.

Shua!

The Count decisively swings his sword, amputating his own right half…

Plak! The right half, Bloodhound’s skull and all, falls to the ground. The only thing left of it in less than three seconds is a dried, grey-black shell.

Super Fast Regeneration.

Tentacles weaved, blood fused, the right half replenished.

The Count, his black hair fluttering in the air, eyes shining with madness, bursts into manic laughter continuously… His madness shows no fear as he charges towards Han Dong again.

“Seeing Through”.

The elevation of Pupil Surgery.

Transcending from simple Seeing Through to prediction, it allows Han Dong to anticipate the Count’s next move.

Han Dong steps aside.

The Holy Sword grazes past Han Dong’s cheek.

The Bloodhound merely chews upon the ‘temporarily disintegrated’ body, neutralizing all attacks.

Just as the Count attempts to withdraw his sword, Plak!

This time, Han Dong gives him a ‘friendly handshake’.

Instantly, the Count’s arm decays and withers, accompanied by the effect of ‘Sand of Death’, which rapidly starts to spread out across his body.

Sizzle! The Count rashly uses Bloodhound to sever his own forearm, halting Death’s invasion.

His other hand continues, swiping his sword towards Han Dong’s skull.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

To counter the single sword technique assault, Han Dong needs only to map out the sword’s path with the aid of his ‘Little Demon Eye’ and block it using the barrier.

Suddenly, the Count alters his rhythm.

Six blood-seeping skulls float towards him, encircling Han Dong.

“Six Demon Blood Seal”.

“This is my strongest suppressing technique… Lord Nicholas, how will you break it?”

The six skulls form a blockade and a blood coffin descends, enveloping Han Dong’s entire body.

The Count swiftly appears behind Han Dong, within an area unseen by the ‘Little Demon Eye’.

“Die…”

A silver sheen flickers, yet no blood spurts out.

By predicting this attack, Han Dong had already made evasive maneuvers in advance, successfully dodging the lethal assault.

At this moment,

Han Dong lifts his left arm, which comes from the Undying Priest, adding the power of Death, and releases a horrifying secret method, surpassing his current capabilities.

The side effect causes his entire left arm to lose vitality and dangle limply, the arm nearing collapse. He can’t use it for the rest of this fight.

The six skulls wrapped around Han Dong instantly lose their blood color and scatter onto the ground.

A black pharaoh’s coffin adorned with Dark Gold edgings abruptly rises from beneath the Count’s feet. Unable to escape, he’s forcibly sealed within it.

Han Dong stands before the coffin, extending his other hand to touch the scarab beetle mark on the surface.

He opens his weathered mouth and speaks the Count’s real name.

“Bach Dakzor Valakot Von Dias Darren… I pronounce your death!”