The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 446

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.

By the time the inscription pattern was about to be finished, his face was as pale as a sheet.

Even when Caspian was poisoned and locked in the hellhole prison for a year, he did not look this horrible.

At this time, as the inscription was about to be completed, Caspian’s left forearm was almost covered by runes.

These runes were twisted like tadpoles and appeared as if they were alive.

At a glance, it would terrify anyone.

However, if one looked at the runes closely, they would feel the body inscription revealed an ancient, wild, and reckless hint, overwhelming as if it were full of history.

“There’s one final touch to the Yellow Spring’s Ungodly Dragon,” Caspian mumbled, and blood was already dripping from the corner of his mouth.

In order to endure the indescribable pain, Caspian’s teeth almost broke from gritting them too hard.

If it were an ordinary person, he might have died from the pain dozens 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 at the top, trickling down steadily.

“The final touch…”

Caspian raised his brush, which felt as if it weighed thousands of kilograms.

At this time, he had to use all of his strength to steady his grip.

“The final touch, the most crucial point of this!” Caspian gritted his teeth, and a pungent smell of blood filled his nose and mouth.

The strong scent of iron seemed to ignite his heart with injustice, filling him with energy and making him accurately drop the final touch.

In an instant, a group of crimson lights rose from his arm, covering the entire front of his left arm.