yready Chapter 252 - 147: The Container of Disaster, Pale Destroyer_3
Chapter 252 - 147: The Container of Disaster, Pale Destroyer_3
In reality, he was only half right.
At such a close distance, if it were a Phantom Undead that had achieved Small Accomplishment in Rainbow Light, there is a 99 percent chance it would be completely annihilated.
If it were a Dog Demon or Bat Wing Demon, which had achieved Small Accomplishment in Rainbow Light... there’s a high chance they would be severely scorched, and left in a critical condition.
For those of a lower order, such as a Mud-cast demon, unless it’s a type with a affinity for Light Element, there’s a high chance it would not just be burnt but vaporized
So what happened? Does the Doomsday Messenger · Mo have a bit of resistance towards Light Elements?
It’s merely achieved Perfection in its Clay Body and held the Sun Stone in the palm of its hand.
Yet it only paid the price of its arm melting and half its body charring, it could still speak?
"Perhaps, saying ’a bit’ is an understatement..."
"This thing’s resilience is strong, far beyond what an ordinary Clay Body could sustain, even the hardy Wild Beasts might not have an advantage over it ..."
"What’s even more twisted is, it can do ’Self-healing’ ..."
"Buried deep within Chaos Burial Mountain, it may have been killed dozens or even hundreds of times, only to come back to life each time?"
Ye Hanjun thought, slowly opening his eyes.
Just as he opened his eyes, his complexion changed and he quickly retreated.
"I want to repay you! I want to repay you!!"
The overjoyed Doomsday Messenger, leaning on his cane, rushed towards him.
The madly spreading white bandages, moving to wrap around his body.
If he were truly wrapped up by those, given Mo’s way of repaying... Ye Hanjun calculated that he would be in a pickle.
"Whoosh——"
Huazhu stepped in.
The Hurricane Scissors swept across, cutting off all the flying bandages.
However, the Doomsday Messenger was already insane, totally uninterested in tangling with Huazhu, his mind filled with the thought of getting in front of Ye Hanjun, and inviting him to taste pain together.
Good things ... must be shared, right!
"Puff puff puff——"
The Roaring Tail Sting pierced through the Doomsday Messenger consecutively.
He had just woken up, but not too long after, Mo bore the tag of "satisfaction" again, lying on the ground and losing the ability to move, while stupidly laughing.
"Wah——wah——"
The Three-Eyed Crow circled overhead.
A day passed and it had only recovered one eye while the other was still blind.
Perhaps because of this, it didn’t land in time to perform "Self-healing" on Mo.
Of course, there is another possibility.
Ye Hanjun had completed the sacrifice and had been highly favored by the target demon.
This would bring two kinds of benefits.
The first type, Mo’s growth rate would speed up for a while.
Even if due to Ye Hanjun’s 1st Rank restriction, it couldn’t ascend to the Rainbow Light.
But the life energy that keeps accumulating inside him could make him leap straight to the Small Accomplishment in Rainbow Light, much like when Huazhu ascended.
Secondly, are the random bonuses added according to the quality of the sacrifice.
Perhaps it’s the added bonus that drew the attention of the Three-Eyed Crow, who couldn’t adapt to Mo’s changes in a short time.
As the initiator of the Ability, Ye Hanjun could directly know the effect after the successful sacrifice.
A single Sun Stone, randomly added— ’Burn’!
The Doomsday Messenger was now glowing all over, those morbid white bandages, for no apparent reason, are a bit more sacred.
If one stretches out a hand to touch, it’s even more noticeable that the bandages changed from icy cold to hot, a casual touch will likely cause blisters.
It’s not hard to imagine, if these bandages were to bind a prey.
The fear of bondage is not the only thing they would suffer in the same period of time, but also high-temperature scorching, the degree of pain would multiply.
"I’m too satisfied... I’m too satisfied..."
The Doomsday Messenger was too happy, the corners of its mouth curled up in a smile.
Ye Hanjun, silent, activated his Marks, and forcibly recalled.
He had been tortured, go back and rest, at least for a while.
But there will be trouble in the future.
This thing’s "Insatiable Desire", manifested in a love for masochism.
Just being in good health, for Mo, is something intolerable.
This isn’t the worst part yet, it still has a "Mountain of Gratitude".
Probably anyone who could truly make Mo feel pain, would forever have a place in its heart?
Just like a moment ago, suddenly rushing over, dead set on sharing the pain.
With this way of repaying a favor, who can bear it?
Were his armors not enough, should he buy more life-saving tools when he goes back?
Ye Hanjun, who was shaking his head, was certain of this.
If he were to be maimed or killed by a Contracted Spirit Fond, he would consider it an outrageous disgrace, not to mention his family would too.
...
He continued to explore the belly of Chaos Burial Mountain.
Sometime later, a ’Rock Crocodile’ passed by, and unexpectedly stumbled upon a man, a witch, and a gourd in the dark.
Because it was at the appropriate level of Clay Body Perfection, Huazhu beat it up and then captured it.
"I am the Demon Servant..."
"With me as the vessel, extract the power of Doomsday Messenger · Mo’s Bloodline."
"Descend, Oh Vessel of Disaster, Destroyer of Pale, Wandering Hybrid of Life and Death, Fusion Demon Seed... fuse within me and be at my command"
Buzz buzz buzz——
Ye Hanjun’s body began to shiver slightly.
His heart began to beat rapidly in a forceful manner, and it seemed as though numerous insects were running under his skin, and his human scent became unusually distorted.
"Puff!"
The form of Ye Hanjun’s body did not change, but hundreds of white bandages appeared on his neck, arms, lower legs, ankles... all the exposed skin was wrapped in bandages except for his face.
"Puff!"
A cane made of condensed energy, larger than the one used by Mo, appeared in Ye Hanjun’s right hand out of nowhere.