My Cell Prison

Chapter 1439: Chapter 1437: The Cost of Victory

In ancient times, the [Black Flesh Mountain] was crafted at the expense of the Elder Race’s utmost effort and blood.

At the final moment of the London game, it served as the carrier, shielding against the risks of inter-dimensional crossing, successfully transporting all personnel back to the original world.

It was firmly rooted in the deserted area where the original London stood.

The Flesh Mountain that underwent dimensional transfer lost only a few large chunks of meat, some areas flattened and scorched, yet its overall structure showed no signs of instability.

However.

For the Human Expeditionary Army stationed within the Flesh Mountain, the experience was by no means pleasant.

This was the ultimate nest of the Shoggoths. It relied on the domains maintained by several squad leaders to counteract the pinnacle of putrid contamination while simultaneously preventing lethal plagues from infiltrating.

As the Flesh Mountain fully rooted into the ground, everyone gradually adapted to the discomfort caused by dimensional migration.

The expeditionary forces immediately withdrew, with some knights seeking the mages from the Witch God Knight Legion to conjure clean water and wash off the overwhelming stench clinging to their bodies—some knights’ skin had even developed hyperplastic tissue resembling clusters of eyes.

The five squad leaders also gathered at this moment.

There was little joy derived from victory; even the usually cheerful Marlon couldn’t muster a smile.

The Great Demon Leader had reverted to a normal human form, his gelatinous face split open into a mouth.

“We are currently tallying personnel losses… the situation doesn’t look optimistic.