Chapter 1001 - 1001 1000 s The Power of a Programmer

Chapter 1001: 1000 chapters The Power of a Programmer Chapter 1001: 1000 chapters The Power of a Programmer As for compatibility with equipment, Han Dong’s was not lacking in the slightest.

Although the Count often cursed within his body, when it truly came down to fighting, he would exert a great deal of effort and even immerse himself… life now was indeed far more interesting than his days at Scarlet Manor.

The reason lay in Han Dong’s body, which was more refined and perfect than any the Count had ever seen… even the proud Count had to admit that Han Dong’s physical form surpassed his own, and the blood flowing within Han Dong was even more extraordinary.

“Master of the Oath-Binders, Rorg Horen’s Skull of Dark Blood (Broken)”

This piece of equipment bestowed upon the Count an enhancement that, as a Demon, he could not feel, nor even imagine.

Whenever the grotesque skull fused into the Bloodhound’s body, the Count would hear whispers, low whispers from gods in another world.

Occasionally, it even allowed the Count’s consciousness to cross dimensions briefly, standing deep within an ancient castle piled with flesh, partaking in pilgrimage rituals from the Oath-Binders.

At times, the Count’s consciousness, through such means, even touched the “Door of Truth.”

The embedding of the skull, the drawing of abyssal blood.

The Bloodhound’s level was comprehensively enhanced; whether in size, volume, flesh density, fear effect, or direct damage, all were increased.

Breaking barriers, he swallowed Ed whole.

The extremely dense tentacle teeth bit directly into Ed’s body, delivering an irresistible, irreversible death bite… His body was instantly completely torn apart.

At the critical moment, the trigger was pulled.

Bang… A bullet (essentially a piece of programming) fired again from the silver handgun.

The aim of the muzzle was neither at the Bloodhound currently biting Ed nor at Han Dong standing ten meters away… but casually shot towards some direction.

When the silver bullet hit the ground, the program began to run.

With strings flickering in and out of visibility, an unscathed Ed Louis was born.

Even as the nearby Bloodhound had not finished its meal… over here, regeneration and reconstruction were already completed, the original body completely unscathed.

“Huh!? Count, quickly spit out what’s in your mouth!”

Han Dong reacted swiftly, having roughly realized Ed’s ‘anomaly,’ but still a moment too late.

The reconstructed Ed aimed the silver handgun at the Bloodhound’s skull…

Bang~ Another bullet shot out.

The corresponding program of the bullet was brief, seemingly containing a “For Loop” command.

The bullet accurately shot into the Bloodhound’s mouth, merging with the already chewed internal body programming.

The introduction of the loop command caused the originally fragmented program body to start a certain loop calculation, endlessly generating random sequences.

The feedback result in reality directly caused the shredded body to undergo ultra-rapid proliferation, far exceeding the Bloodhound’s nibbling and digestion speed.

When for=999999.

The program composition was altered, inserting an int to forcibly interrupt the current program.

The proliferating shattered body was detonated… a mushroom cloud formed in the Colosseum, the Bloodhound’s arm was completely torn apart, even unable to regenerate in a short period.

Han Dong’s original body was also completely blown away due to the severe Explosive Blast.

A wisp of black sand supported Han Dong’s back throughout, providing a cushion… even so, Han Dong’s body only completely stopped when it hit the edge of the arena.

Ah ah~~! Ah!

The Count’s consciousness wailed in pain within the body, Han Dong directly severed its consciousness.

Since Ed did not attack, taking advantage of this brief gap, Han Dong immediately reviewed the recent battle.

Such an opponent was a first for Han Dong, his abilities truly strange.

“Compared to the biological protons bullets shot from the black handgun, the silver handgun poses a much greater threat.

The shot seemed to be a type of program capable of influencing reality, but it corresponds to different functions… as could be seen from the battle just now.

Bullets of the same function probably can’t be shot in succession.

Otherwise, with two more shots like the first bullet’s destructive program, I would have already been dead.

The bullet’s program possessed not only ‘Destruction’, but from what we’ve seen so far, it could also perform ‘Self-Construction’ and ‘Transformation’ … and there are certainly many other functions that have not been used yet.

This kind of true damage from the programming can directly touch the essence of existence; the explosion just now not only severely injured my right arm, but almost blew away the Count’s consciousness too.

Are programmers this powerful?”

…

The dust in the Colosseum had not yet settled.

Ed, on the other hand, did not pursue.

Seizing this gap, he too was ‘busy’.

This place belonged to Ed’s Consciousness Space, where he naturally enjoyed certain privileges.

Several data cables rose from the ground, connecting to the interface on his back… They were not inputting energy but debugging and integrating some chaotic data.

A body reconstructed by programming might not be perfect; it required such methods to optimize it.

“Dual epic equipment, dual mythical-level contacts, and equipped with two completely different battle modes?

I hadn’t expected to use up a crucial ‘Regeneration Bullet’ right at the beginning of the battle.

Moreover, even the ‘Delete Bullet’ I fired at full strength could be blocked by resolving through mythical-level methods… Such a hassle.

Let’s slightly change the battle mode, this kid is indeed interesting.”

Click~

A succinct and swift reload was completed on the silver handgun.

For a short period, this ‘Architect-Original’ would not be able to fire.

What seemed like a reload was actually Ed reprogramming the silver handgun.

To ensure stability and material load issues, the ‘Architect’ only carried a series of initial programs.

To fire more special bullets, deeper programming was needed.

Then, from the other end of the dust, Han Dong’s voice emerged.

“Was Mr. Ed previously engaged in mathematics?”

“Correct… Started with a major in mathematics, then I formally became a programmer for Turing Company.”

“No wonder, I nearly lost my life… The ability system corresponding to the Capital City is indeed strange, now I’ll go all out.”

“Come on.”

As he said this,

Ed raised his left arm, which was covered with golden lines.

The black handgun fired continuously.

Every black bullet fired transform into various Black Water monsters in the air, either winged raptors or beasts running on the ground, seeking Han Dong across the dust.

However,

Swoosh!

A set of Starlight Tentacles, nearly tangible yet undetectable by the monsters, shot out of the dust at a swifter speed, curling around behind Ed.

“Void Transfer”

After completing the transfer, Han Dong, with his body entirely wrapped in grey bandages and hovering in the air, held a ‘Scythe of the Dead’, transformed from the Crow Wand.

With Han Dong at its center, the environment within ten meters all transformed into the ‘Underworld Netherworld’.

The illusory figure of the ‘Anubis God’ appeared behind Han Dong.

“Huh! Spatial Transfer?”

Ed immediately stopped programming and pulled the trigger of the silver handgun.

This time no bullet fired.

The instant he pulled the trigger, a self-programming change was realized… The integrated circuit structure of the handgun immediately transformed into a silver lightsaber.

He counter-attacked with a back swing.

The lightsaber collided with the scythe in midair, neither besting the other.

‘Death Magic – Swallowing all Bugs’

On the surface of Han Dong’s withered arm holding the scythe, a multitude of holes split open, countless Scarab Beetles crawling out from inside, trying to bite at Ed’s body.

On Ed’s side, he forcefully stomped his left foot, causing all the Black Water on the ground to splash up.

Turing into miniature creatures resembling Aliens, these clashed head-on with the Scarab Beetles, equally matched.

At this moment, both re-engaged the other’s weapon, striking again.

Their movement frequency was almost identical.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Continual grey Light Blasts occurred at different locations in the Colosseum.

Although neither was particularly adept at close combat, as if by coincidence, they continuously engaged in close combat.

The most primal desire for fighting amongst humans was completely unleashed, indulging in head-on collisions tirelessly.

A smile indicative of immersion in battle also appeared simultaneously on both their faces.