My Cell Prison

Chapter 855: Chapter 854: Backyard War (Part 2)

This was not simply a matter of a palm crushing down.

A closer look would reveal a dense network of worm-like muscles squirming between the palms of the Womi People.

These worm-like muscles, possessing considerable strength and controlled by the “Origin Mass” to a slight extent, could easily burrow into a target’s body, wreak havoc, and even assimilate flesh and blood.

Once the flesh damaged by these muscular tentacles transformed into a worm-like structure, it became the possession of the Womi People.

In other words, there was a high chance that Abe was about to be wiped out with this strike.

Boom!

The backyard trembled.

The ground where the palm had crushed down also sank a whole meter.

Dumps, who was preparing to circle to the back of the neck, was also startled. The threat of this palm was far from trivial; a direct hit could endanger Abe’s life.

Faced with the choice of ‘circling to the back of the neck, removing the tumor’ and ‘changing direction, rescuing a teammate,’ Dumps was more inclined towards the latter.

Just then.

A voice came from the spot where the palm had crushed down:

“Dumps, hurry up!”

The next second.

The palm that the Womi People had heavily pressed to the ground was slowly lifted.

You see, as the battle progressed… the Womi People had grown to a massive twelve meters, and their “strength” had reached the maximum level of a Mature Body-Demon, and it was still growing.

But… Abe held on.

Abe, who was pressed at the bottom, was in a kneeling position, as if performing a ‘kneeling lift.’

The muscular tentacles had stripped the “Power Armor” from Abe’s body piece by piece, leaving his flesh completely exposed.

But.

Abe’s body was still covered with a layer of black dragon scales that emitted the aura of a fierce beast, instilling a slight fear in these muscular tentacles controlled by the “Origin Mass.”

Furthermore.

The dragon scales covering his body were extremely tough and closely arranged, enough to withstand for a time.

However, the most critical issue was “strength.”

If the strength wasn’t enough, nothing else mattered… Han Dong was right, if Winry were also here, adding her “monstrous strength,” the battle would have been much easier.

But Abe was alone here.

Half a year ago, right after passing the True Fate, Abe and Winry had an arm-wrestling match… and he was absolutely dominated by Winry’s innate monstrous strength, not standing a chance to even struggle.

Since then, Abe had been working hard on building his strength.

“I know my strength is still far from enough… If I had more opportunities to enter the ‘Fate Space,’ I would definitely reach my grandfather’s strength level as soon as possible!

I can’t fall here… I still need to reach the pinnacle of the Holy City with Nicholas.”

Abe, with his fluffy short hair, now had white hair that grew down to his shoulder blades due to the intensification of his beastly nature.

“Demonization 10%…”

Sharp, black spines began to grow out from among the dragon scales,

A black mist, visible to the naked eye, was exhaled between his teeth,

His leg muscles bulged, increasingly resembling those of a beast.

These changes supported Abe’s body, slowly allowing him to stand, and he forcefully pushed the giant’s arm up.

Just then… swoosh!

Two sharp, worm-like muscular tentacles pierced through and passed right through Abe’s palms.

Hair and blood scattered all over the ground.

However, Abe, whose thinking was partly assimilated by the beast, did not care at all, completely ignoring the invading contamination and the sensation of pain.

Instead, this sense of danger made him fight even harder!

Accompanied by the rising momentum of Abe.

The Womi people, when looking at their prey below their palms, unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a beast.

A beast as ancient as the ancestors of the Womi people that could be traced back to the last civilization of Earth,

Even though the Womi people from the End of the North had excellent fighting bloodlines and were equipped with stone weapons they had honed themselves, they were utterly defenseless against such beasts… Once encountered, at least half of the tribe would be devoured.

The primitive fear rooted deep in their brains was activated.

Their strength slackened…

Abe felt the weakening of their power and seized the opportunity to push upward forcefully!

He managed to move the twelve-meter-tall Womi giant, throwing its balance off…

Dumps smirked to himself, having already lurked to the position behind the Womi’s neck.

This perfect opportunity would come only once; if he couldn’t remove the tumor, the chance of victory would be very slim.

“The ‘Origin Mass’… I never thought I’d encounter it so soon, lucky to have brought my mother’s ‘Magic Cube’ with me.”

Once during the outbreak of the Crimson War, Dumps had used the power of the Magic Cube to fight alone against the centipede butler and his Worm Change Blood Descendant forces, who were no weaker than a Count.

It was the same at the present.

The ‘Magic Cube,’ located in another dimension, was set still by Dumps in the air, about half a meter from the back of the neck.

Next.

Dumps used the Sixth Finger to draw a strange peeling Magic Array in the area behind the neck, effectively separating the ‘Origin Mass’—not of Womi origin—from the body.

Preparations were ready.

Dumps directly put on three layers of ‘Anti-Demon Gloves (Blue Fine Quality)’ and stretched out his hand to grab the tumor on the back of the neck.

For a moment, the Womi giant, too, felt an intense sense of danger.

It steadied its body and reached out for Dumps behind its neck.

The Giant’s fingers were now riddled with a multitude of Muscular Tentacles, determined to rip Dumps into shreds.

“Damn it… The ‘Origin Mass’ is more difficult to separate than expected; this Womi has probably been combined with the mass for several hundred years.”

The layer of Anti-Demon Gloves on Dumps’s hand had been worn away, but only a small part of the mass had been exposed.

The blow from the Giant’s palm coming from the side could not be defended by a Magic Shield alone.

Moreover, if Dumps gave up on the extraction here and dodged… this slap would also smack the tumor back into the body.

At the critical moment.

A black sandstorm shaped like the head of [The Undying Priest-Imhotep] struck.

It enveloped the Womi’s palm in an instant… The Muscular Tentacles that came in contact with the Black Sand shattered into dust, and even the flesh mass on the surface of the arm kept shedding.

This move, ‘Black Sand Storm,’ was released by Han Dong after chanting the perfect spell, aided by the Magic Staff.

Immediately.

The sandstorm congealed together, forming an incredibly sturdy ‘Pharaoh’s City Wall’ with a black wolf’s head engraved on its surface, blocking the attack from the Womi’s weakened palm.

Dumps glanced back.

Han Dong, in another corner of the backyard, was nodding slightly towards him.

“Nicholas… Help is help, but I can’t share this mass with you.”

For a time.

Dumps’s fighting spirit soared, and he fully activated his Demon form.

Daring to pull out the ‘Ancestor’s Flesh Block’ just before the three layers of Anti-Demon Gloves were about to corrode away.

Dumps momentarily turned into a brash man and yanked out the ‘Ancestor’s Flesh Block’… The moment the flesh block was separated from the body, it sought a new host.

Nearby and exuding a kingly aura, Dumps was undoubtedly the best choice.

But Dumps had already prepared.

As the mass got close, it touched the Magic Cube trap that had been set beforehand… It was immediately sucked into it.

“Phew… Work’s done.”

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