The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell

Caspian raised the inscription brush as fast as lightning, concentrating on his left arm.

Then, he dipped the inscription brush into the basin and uttered, “The Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon.”

In an instant, a pot of inscription water was soaked up by the inscription brush, and there was not a single drop left.

The initially white tip of the brush appeared as if it were burning, and it emitted a dazzling red color.

Caspian glanced at the hourglass, and he did not hesitate to draw on his inner left arm.

In an instant, sharp pain as if countless steel wires were piercing through his skin and wandered through his muscles spread from Caspian’s wrist.

Next, Caspian gritted his teeth hard, continued moving and drawing on his arm.

As the inscription brush left a thick mark on the inside of his arm, a large amount of blood poured out even though his skin was not torn.

This blood followed the pattern he inscribed and did not flow anywhere as if it was set in place.

At the same time, Caspian felt as if his hand was soaked in boiling oil, and he was slightly trembling from the excruciating pain.

Even his face was getting pale.

“It hurts more than I expected, but I must hold on.”

Caspian clenched his jaw and once again drew.

With each stroke, the pain would increase by a notch.

Not only that, every soreness was different than before.

Some were like the pain of peeling, some felt as if he had broken a limb, some as if he was dropped into ice, and some were like the pain of being burned alive.

Within the six hours of inscribing, Caspian felt as if he had experienced all the pain in the world.

be finished, his

poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not look

the inscription was about to be completed,

runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they

it would

runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it were full of

Caspian mumbled, and blood was already

the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting them too

of times. Then, Caspian glanced at the hourglass with great difficulty, and he noticed that most of the fine sand had fallen to the bottom, leaving only a tiny part

“The final touch…”

brush, which felt as if

use all of his strength to steady his

touch, the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of

strong scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy

lights rose from

was highly overpowering, as if all creatures

giant dragon flickered and moved with the inscription pattern as if it had come alive, completely

and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s arm

this was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath

was stimulated, its pattern would appear on his skin, and then the

a success, and Caspian wanted to

exhausted, and it was even hard for him to open his

Caspian tumbled

had slept for 24 hours in

strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much energy

at his left arm, which appeared the same as

wild aura bursting when he activated the inscription

surrounding air even burst into the

a layer