My Cell Prison

Chapter 502: 502: Crow God

Chapter 502: Chapter 502: Crow God
 

What is this place?

Using the “The Raven” as a Medium.

Han Dong is undergoing fusion with a Demon Level Crowman Elder for the first time.

For a moment, the Demon Crystal belonging to Elder Miz Crow is embedded in Han Dong’s soul due to the binding… Before he could feel the changes in his body, his consciousness had already changed.

In the twinkling of an eye.

Han Dong is no longer in the theatre.

He is standing in a forest, dark and damp with moisture.

From the moisture of the soil and the shape of the trees, it is easy to discern that this is not the Gaine Forest… The trees here are ten times taller than those in the Gaine Forest.

Each tree stands hundreds of meters tall, with an even thicker trunk.

Its densely entwined branches, laden with countless leaves, completely shield the sky.

The bark of the trees is covered with a colorless, tasteless slime that is slowly flowing… The suction cup structures growing on the tree bark are constantly secreting this kind of slime, for unknown purposes.

A significant part of the roots is exposed above the soil, slightly writhing like a living creature, giving off the strange illusion that the giant trees can slowly move.

On the surface of these giant trees, in addition to the suction cup structures, there are also large tree-hole structures, as if something lives inside.

“Crowmen?”

Due to Han Dong’s arrival.

Several raven heads are poking out of the tree holes, their shiny black eyes fixed on Han Dong, without malice.

Soon, the sounds of footsteps are heard from within the forest.

Those who come forth are actually a group of heretics wrapped in black robes, with a mark of a side view of a raven’s head on their backs… It seems that these heretics are specifically there to serve the Crowmen.

“Can this place be… a much larger Crowman tribe?”

Out of the blue.

An heretic, with a few raven feathers on their wrist, comes to Han Dong’s side, pointing in the direction of the trees, seemingly leading Han Dong to the core area of the Crowman tribe.

Hence, Han Dong immediately follows.

The scale of this Crowman tribe is far larger than that of the crows in the Gaine Forest, maybe ten or even a hundred times larger.

Han Dong had harbored suspicions for a long time, considering that there are many crows distributed around the world… The ones gathered in the Gaine Forest are just a small proportion.

“Could it be that, because of the deep binding with Elder Miz Crow, my consciousness temporarily entered the largest Crowman’s holy land in the world?

I should first understand what’s going on here, as any mishandling may affect the subsequent deep binding.

After all, this binding is completely different, seeming to have had a peculiar reaction with Elder Miz Crow’s Demon Crystal …

Densely packed, sky-high trees were erected in the forest.

At least more than thirty Crowmen live in each tree.

Also, the number of serving heretics is countless, as Han Dong has seen at least hundreds.

During the journey, Han Dong slowly senses the sea breeze blowing from the forest.

“We seem not to be heading to the center of the tribe?”

The guide did not respond to Han Dong’s question.

He led Han Dong away from the dense forest area, to a cliff several hundred meters high.

The base is an expansive dark sea.

Different from the sea in Han Dong’s memory, various strange shadows were swimming in the sea water; any land-based life falling into it would instantly completely perish.

A unique tree grows at the top of the cliff.

Unlike the trees provided for the Crowmen to inhabit in the forest, this tree is only a little over ten meters tall; it has lots of dead branches, and no leaves. Replacing them are numerous ‘luck bags’ hanging on the branches.

Small dark cloth bags, similar to ‘luck bags’, hang densely on the tree through thin lines, the number exceeding a hundred.

When Han Dong arrives under the tree.

The guiding heretic takes out a similar ‘luck bag’ and a note from his pocket.

From under the hood, slender black tentacles wriggled out, temporarily weaving into a distorted mouth.

“If you wish to use the superior power of our tribe, you must sign a contract with the Crow God… Your presence here means you have received approval.”

“Just attach the ‘pouch’ containing your mark to a tree branch.”

“Alright.”

At last, Han Dong understood the true meaning of his consciousness being brought to this mysterious forest.

He bit his finger.

When the blood made contact with the white paper, it self-drew the side view of a crow’s head on the surface. Han Dong inserted it into a blessing bag and hung it on a tree branch in an empty spot.

Han Dong had assumed that his consciousness would return to the theater after this, and he would continue the fight.

But who would have guessed?

The heretic who was guiding him suddenly underwent a dramatic change.

With the rapid expansion of his body, the robe he was wearing ripped into small pieces.

Black feathers appeared in the darkness of the night.

A crow, the size of a giant dragon, appeared before Han Dong.

Staring at Han Dong with the nine-pupil eye in the center of its head, a high-pitched voice resonated directly within Han Dong’s mind.

“Mysterious envoy, welcome to form a friendly relationship with our tribe… I am aware of your provision of a habitat for my tribesfolk in Gaine Forest, and I am thankful for your help.

This time I will lend you a helping hand to deal with the special nobility under the Blood God.

With your current physical condition, it’s difficult to maintain this form for a long period of time… Choose wisely.”

“Thank you, Crow God…”

Just as he finished speaking, the crow swallowed Han Dong whole.

There was no painful chewing or digestion process.

The swallowed Han Dong stepped into a special area within the body of the Crow God – the ‘Death Field’.

…

The scene shifts back to the private theater.

Confusion was written all over the Count’s face.

Because the curtain of miasma completely obstructed his view, he couldn’t see what was happening on the stage.

But a strong beam of deathly light was shooting from the stage, obviously, it was the magic cast by Han Dong after the transformation.

However, after making two attempts to jump into the miasma, the bloodhound only managed to capture a dead crow and sustained minor injuries from the deathly aura instead.

“My blood banquet has enveloped entire theater, he can’t hide elsewhere in the theater, he’s on the stage… Lord Nicholas, you sure have quite a few tricks up your sleeve.

Let’s see what you’ve turned into.”

He crossed the true silver holy sword to form a cross shape.

Unbelievable.

The count was able to tap into the power of the holy light, or more specifically, the ability of the silver sword itself…

As the runes branded on the sword lit up, a cross of holy light shot towards the stage, dispersing the dense miasma.

The figure of a [Raven Messenger] gradually emerged.

No longer possessing wing structures, only a purple feather shawl hung on one shoulder.

The ‘Bone Feather Robe’ had transformed into a more convenient feather vest, the morbid and filled with sores bodily structure being purposefully displayed without buttoning up.

Decaying bare feet with a lack of flesh stepped on the ground.

An aura of death gushed out from his body like a waterfall, gently flowing down his body and spreading out from the soles of his feet, forming the miasma spread out on the stage.

He wore a ‘half-mask’ bird beak mask, commonly used in masquerade parties, covering his face.

This kind of mask only covered the mouth and nose, revealing the eyes and forehead.

A noteworthy point was that the “Little Demon Eye” on Han Dong’s forehead seemed to have undergone some changes.

After the transformation, the eye remained closed.