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.

the time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his face

poisoned and locked in the hellhole

was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was

like tadpoles and appeared as

glance, it

they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as

mumbled, and blood was already dripping

endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from

difficulty, and he

“The final touch…”

as if it

to use all of

Caspian gritted his

to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop

lights rose from his arm, covering the entire front

was highly overpowering, as if all creatures would

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

light disappeared, and the inscription pattern on Caspian’s arm

was not the disappearance of the body inscription, but it was concealed underneath his skin, hidden

no different from normal, but once the Yellow Spring‘s Ungodly Dragon body was

Caspian wanted to try its

and it was

times, Caspian tumbled to

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current powerful strength and spirit, he still needed the long rest, proving how much energy he used to draw this

woke up, he was eager to look at his left arm, which

aura

burst into the sound of

his elbow to fingertips, and a layer of dark