Chapter 1362: Chapter 1360: Death and Beginning

Count simply could not comprehend the situation unfolding before his eyes.

He did not understand why his consciousness, upon smelling an unusual odor, would be slashed.

Moreover, there was absolutely no warning; his consciousness had been split in two.

‘Slash of Consciousness’? Had he been locked on when he first stepped into the train production workshop, or had something infiltrated Han Dong’s Consciousness Space?

Count couldn’t figure it out, and he could no longer continue to think.

His consciousness was fading, and his ability to think was dissipating.

After exerting his last energy to warn Han Dong, everything before his eyes turned dim.

This was another brush with death, after having been pierced through the heart by Miss Hall with the Holy Sword, and having his Body obliterated by Han Dong in the Raven God’s Stance… But this time, he was not as lucky as before; Death had already descended.

Underneath the Laughing Face Tree.

Count’s consciousness was gradually transforming into blood.

His expression bore neither pain nor hatred; instead, it seemed rather relieved.

In Count’s eyes, he should have died at his first defeat,

Being able to live for so much longer,

Following Han Dong, witnessing different realities of Fate World, discovering new things, encountering, interacting, or Execution never-before-seen creatures from a Different world,

Stepping into higher realms to confront several Kings face to face.

This was something unimaginable when Count was once just a Lord.

“Thank you, Nicholas…”

This sentiment, as the last trace of Count’s consciousness dissipated, went uncommunicated.

Before Death, Count intended to use his last transformed blood to nourish the Talent Tree, perhaps increasing Han Dong’s chances of survival by 1%.

Drip! As the last head turned to blood, nothing more existed before Count’s eyes.

However, as the last drop of blood fell, it was accompanied by an object falling together.

As Count was willing to become a mount, Han Dong had completely entrusted him with “Blood Oath Keeper’s Master: Rorg Horen’s Skull of Dark Blood (Broken)”.

In fact, regardless of whether Count was willing to become a mount, Han Dong had long planned to fully gift it to Count, as it was most suitable for him in terms of compatibility and usage.

The blood transformed from consciousness did not follow Count’s wish to flow into the tree’s roots to become the nourishment for the Talent Tree.

Rather it was drawn to the Dark Blood Skull,

It was sucked into the grotesque and bizarre skull, which did not belong to the present world, through the twisted eye sockets, protruding sharp beaks, and enormous nostrils into the interior.

For a moment, the entire skull radiated a bloody red glow.

“Why can I still think after death?”

Count’s consciousness, which was supposed to fade, was instead restored and he was even able to think anew.

The darkness before him started showing small red dots, filling up to create a brand-new world scene.

Hum!

When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in Han Dong’s Consciousness Space.

Count found himself in an extremely horrifying Different world, where the black ground was covered with dense blood vessels, with blood crystal rocks ranging from several meters to hundreds of meters visible everywhere.

The sky was like boiling blood, constantly bubbling, while also continuously bringing down a torrential rain of boiling blood…

[Blood Killing Space]

The local name automatically surfaced in Count’s mind.

At this moment,

Something huge was emerging from the boiling sky, eventually revealing a terrifying hundred-meter head, with blood bubble-like eyes constantly swelling and contracting.

“Moody Blood God!”

Although it was Count’s first encounter, he instinctively uttered the ‘noble title’ of the other party.

As he intended to kneel, he found he couldn’t, because his form was a blood orb floating in the air.

“O being of Alien Blood, your devotion has been recognized by me.

Body shattered, Soul completely slashed, the ultimate Death is now descending upon you.

However, this is also an opportunity for you.

With this chance, you can free yourself from the shackles of Alien Blood Brew, and I will craft for you a new Body of Moody Blood.

Are you willing to forsake your identity from the different world and join us?”

“I am willing!”

Count did not hesitate in the slightest.

Since understanding the disadvantages of Blood Brew, he has scorned such methods by the Blood God and started to establish connections with other demons through the Movable Deed, attempting to gain acceptance from other kings to free himself from the shackles of Blood Brew.

But the Blood Brew he had been consuming since childhood was deeply ingrained, and even a part of the Count himself, fundamentally impossible to remove.

Now, when everything has come to an end, it instead becomes an opportunity for his own transformation.

“Very well! Since you possess Rorg Horen’s skull.

After completing the transformation into Moody Blood, you will replace Rorg Horen as one of my spokespeople.

If you need it, I am willing to use the essence of the [Blood Killing Space] to sever all ties with your original world, and from here on out, you will be reborn here and embark on a brand new blood-red journey.”

“I still have things to do, there’s someone I need to go back and help!

Once I finish things there and repay that person’s favor, I will actively come here through the Black Tower to serve you.”

“Hmm… After all, the world associated with you is [S-01], a complex and troublesome world, and I also need to pay a considerable price to sever the connections during that period.

Bath in Moody Blood, forge Body with Rebirth.”

Symbolizing the Blood God’s giant skull, gushing out massive quantities of fresh blood,

washing, submerging, and enveloping the blood sphere corresponding to the Count, a new body is slowly being constructed.

…

The camera cuts back to (Han Dong)

Before Count’s departure, a warning was successfully transmitted.

Han Dong’s scalp went numb instantly, and chills ran down his spine… This could not be achieved by merely a Mythic Body, but only by an entity that had merged with the world’s laws, a body comparable to [The King] of the world.

Unexpectedly, the world migration triggered by the Hyperion Corporation directly attracted the attention of a King.

Moreover, without leading any subordinates. Choosing to come alone in a covert form, this was among the most troublesome kind, both stealthy and aggressive at the top level.

When Han Dong stepped into the train production workshop, he had already set foot into the domain of the King.

Every material within the domain, even the consciousness and soul wrapped within the body, would suffer the most direct slash.

Running away had become an extremely difficult option.

[Field Expansion]

At the very first moment, Han Dong stretched his domain as much as possible with the will of Pharaoh granted by the [Prometheus] node… Even if he could tear a very small hole in the King-class Domain, there might be a slim chance of survival.

Under his feet, a trace of Black Sand seeped out, seemingly there was a real chance.

At that moment.

Buzz! A flash of knife light.

The consciousness of Han Dong immediately had an intuitive sensation of being [chopped]… even imagining a horrific scene where his body was split into two, with limbs flying chaotically.

However, unlike the Count.

Han Dong only had the sensation of being chopped.

His consciousness remained intact and was not split… Subsequently, he reached for other parts of his body, which were all normal, not executed.

At the same time.

The domain of the Desert, symbolic of the Egyptian civilization, successfully expanded, with a width of about one meter, giving Han Dong a chance to catch his breath.

“Your consciousness, I actually can’t chop it open?”

An elegant female voice echoed in the workshop.

As Han Dong heard this voice, swish! His eardrums and cochlear structures were chopped open, with fresh blood continuously flowing out through the ear holes.

In the field of vision.

A King with a bizarre posture slowly emerged from the front of the train.