My Cell Prison-Chapter 1166 - 1165: Handling Big Matters

Located at Conch City, the portal could perform super-distance teleportation at any moment.

The so-called calibration was just an excuse created by General Jike.

At the present time,

Han Dong, whose right arm was hung by seaweed across his chest, waved goodbye to General Jike while stepping into the enormous machinery of the portal.

Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz~

Layers of circular mechanical instruments surrounded Han Dong’s body and sped up continuously.

When the acceleration reached a certain level,

Buzz! Amidst an extremely intense energy tremor, only a puddle of seawater remained within the teleportation device.

"Ouch!"

It was at the moment Han Dong was teleported away.

General Jike couldn’t hold back and let out a painful cry.

The five tentacles hanging on his face were completely tensed due to the pain, his palm covered his abdomen, and pus from the wounds had seeped through his clothes... It had been a long time since General Jike had shown such painful expressions.

The previous sparring ended directly after Han Dong delivered that punch.

Due to problems of face,

General Jike candidly commented on the straight punch, stating he was perfectly fine, that this kind of injury was easy for him to heal.

He endured the entire process, even tricked his mind into believing he was uninjured... and even took the time to have Han Dong’s arm bandaged.

Although medical devices detected that General Jike’s abdomen was also injured, he insisted that he didn’t need treatment.

As time passed and he continued moving normally despite his injuries, the wound in his abdomen deepened, further worsening his condition.

Han Dong’s departure also lifted a heavy burden off the general’s heart.

Drops of seawater-like sweat constantly seeped out from his entire body.

"General!"

Following General Jike’s special operations squad, a healer with a starfish-shaped head rushed forward to check the injuries.

Upon discovering the deep and unhealable canine tooth punch mark on the general’s abdomen, he shuddered all over and immediately pressed his starfish-like head against it to check the wound and give basic treatment.

"General, did you engage in battle with Shoggoth Master in the Antarctic Meat Mountain? No, this wound seems to have been made very recently. Could it be..."

"There’s no ’could it be.’ None of you are to speak another word about this. Hurry up and give me some pain relief; the pain is killing me."

As starfish-shaped Nep injected strands of liquid substance into his body through surface contact, General Jike slowly eased from the pain.

"Nep, how long will it take to repair this injury?"

"Preliminary checks show that this punch has touched your mythological structure... The wound also mingled with a type of blood substance I’ve never seen before, effective against demons, and it’s hard to deal with.

I alone can’t fully treat it.

I suggest, General, that you quickly make use of precious materials and the best physicians for treatment.

Although there won’t be any side effects, if it keeps getting dragged out, the injury will worsen significantly, causing you to waste a lot of time on treatment and recuperation."

"Good heavens!

Next time we meet, I must have a direct spar with you."

General Jike clenched his fists, already picturing how he would physically confront Han Dong.

He hadn’t been bested in a long time... This time, due to his own curiosity, he had been defeated by a young fellow.

"But then again,

this guy really is a madman. That punch just now nearly killed him. No wonder, even my lord would pay attention to him and grant him the status of Messenger.

"At the next London game, if I have the time, I really must go see it."

...

Switch of scene.

Han Dong had left behind all matters concerning the Antarctic Meat Mountain and General Jike.

He had landed on the west coast of England.

"Count!"

With Han Dong’s call, an incredibly exaggerated blood-red hound formed under him.

The reason the Count didn’t resist this time was due to the astounding act Han Dong had carried out in Conch City, causing a direct injury to the renowned General Jike.

The hound made a curious sound, "Not to mention how you thought of using ’Space Acceleration’... To perfectly execute a punch at such a high speed that even I as the Count cannot manage.

A slight deviation, and the reactionary force would tear apart your body along with it."

"My intuition told me it would work... Perhaps the confidence comes from the [Purity] boost from the Fight Club."

"Purity? Is that thing really useful?"

Initially, the Count did not believe in this theory from the Fight Club.

In his view, this type of fighting seemed more like pushing an individual to the limits of death to unleash potential, and the so-called [Purity] was just a gimmick.

However, the attack that Han Dong had just delivered was no gimmick but an absolute control over the body, allowing the flesh to exert 100%, even 120% of its power.

"Count, next time we go to the Fate Space, I’ll leave the complete control of the body to you... How about arranging five fights? As a Blood Descendant, you’re more proficient with the body than I am; perhaps unexpected results might occur."

"Fine, I, the Count, will reluctantly agree."

...

The ’true purpose’ of the trip to Antarctica was accomplished.

Han Dong had successfully taken away several of the most active Elder Race members from the relics... Next, he would undertake a significant endeavor in London City.

Even though his right arm had not yet recovered, Han Dong immediately threw himself into the affairs of London City.

He verified his identity and entered through the city gate.

Following the guidance of the Black Candle streetlamps, Han Dong quickly arrived at a branch chapel near the West City Gate.

Upon entering the confession booth, a powerful dark force descended next door... The Black Night Priest himself came to listen to Han Dong’s ’confession’.

"You actually came back safe. That Shoggoth must have done something unpleasant to you, right?"

"Not really, Eugenes was quite nice; he even gave me some [Elder Race] members when he left."

"Hmm? It seems many interesting things happened..." The Priest was well aware of Han Dong’s uniqueness and did not inquire further, as his presence was to fulfill a promise.

"Tell me, what position do you want?"

Since London City was an extremely important strategic location, Han Dong was quite straightforward, "I wonder what position is just below yours, Father Lysos?"

The Priest smiled faintly, seemingly having anticipated Han Dong would make such a request.

A ’moon’ structured badge, entirely black, was passed to Han Dong through the confessional window.

"From now on, you are the ’Bishop of The Black Moon.’

You will have almost all the administrative authority of the church, second only to mine. I suggest you spend a few days getting familiar with the ’Church Doctrine’ to avoid any misconduct... Of course, as long as you don’t do anything too outrageous, it won’t generally affect your status.

Also, the nuns in the church will obey your commands, fulfilling any type of request for you."

"Alright, thank you, Father."

Soon, Han Dong pinned the Black Moon badge to his chest, holding the ’Church Doctrine’ as he directly went to the Westminster Palace across the street, which also served as the urban planning and management hub of the current London City.

Han Dong plainly revealed his identity and presented the ’Medium Land Deed (Attachable type)’ given by the Black Night himself.

He discussed with the politicians here the planning and construction issues regarding [London - Sub City].