Chapter 1882 Blood Puppet Explosion

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

Although the muscular devil initially paid little attention to the World Calamity Tree, its perspective shifted when it witnessed how mere words from the nuisance provoked a drastic change in the unstable Elder Anesthesia Dragon's demeanor. The dragon's fury redirected towards the devil but this time it was fueled with newfound resolve. Recognizing the significance of the pest to the dragon, the muscular devil devised a plan to provoke the dragon further by targeting the pest. True to the devil's expectations, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon swiftly intervened to shield the pest from harm, diverting its attention away from the devil's intended target.

As Wyatt observed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon stepping in to shield him, a sense of relief washed over him, softening some of the anger he harbored toward the dragon. It was reassuring to see the dragon prioritize the protection of its people. However, Wyatt remained wary, knowing that the dragon's formidable size might not be sufficient to safeguard him from the muscular devil's potential harm. The Hive AI's deduction had revealed troubling information: the devil seemed to possess a reality manipulation ability. This realization added a layer of complexity to Wyatt's predicament, as it suggested that traditional means of defense might prove inadequate against the devil's powers.

Upon the completion of the Hive AI's processing of the soul records of the filth extracted by Wyatt's soul pupils, a startling revelation emerged: the filth that had contaminated the dragon did not originate from reality but rather from an illusion. Wyatt found himself perplexed by this revelation, struggling to make sense of its implications.

However, as Wyatt pondered further, a recollection surfaced in his mind—the last encounter between the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the muscular devil had occurred within the realm of dreams. In that confrontation, the dragon had attempted to assassinate the devil using its dream escape ability.

Suddenly, pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. It became apparent that the filth contaminating the Elder Anesthesia Dragon might be tied to its dream encounter with the devil, explaining the illusionary origin of the filth and suggesting that the supernatural abilities exhibited by the devil might have the capability to turn illusion into reality.

Wyatt realized that the formidable muscular devil possessed the ability to transform illusions into actuality, which greatly diminished the elder anesthesia dragon's chances of prevailing in a confrontation. Short of utilizing its dream escape capability, Wyatt struggled to envision a scenario where the dragon could emerge victorious in such a battle. It wasn't that Wyatt underestimated the dragon; rather, it was widely acknowledged that the Anesthesia Dragon tribe boasted unparalleled defensive capabilities when asleep, coupled with formidable offensive prowess in the realm of dreams.

However, the muscular devil was impervious to its sleep-breath ability, the Elder Anesthesia dragon found itself stripped of its two most potent weapons: sleep breath and dream field. As a result, it had effectively lost nearly half of its strength. In stark contrast, the muscular devil seemed completely at ease, no wonder the devil showed no haste in launching an attack; instead, it savored the dragon's turbulent emotions with the delight of savoring a delectable dish.

Wyatt sensed that the Elder Anesthesia Dragon was cognizant of this predicament, which explained its reluctance to charge recklessly regardless of its fury toward the devil, despite possessing numerical superiority with its blood-rule slave sleep golems.

"Raul, how shall we proceed?" inquired the muscular devil, its confidence in victory apparent. "I don't mind allowing the pest to witness me express my love for you, but if you prefer privacy, I have no qualms about killing it before we begin."

"Silence, you wretched bastard!" roared the Elder Anesthesia Dragon in a fit of rage.

In a crescendo of fury, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon unleashed its command, "Shut up, you damn bastard! Blood Puppet explosion!"

With the force of its rage, about ten of the stationary sleep golems, their visages devoid of expression, surged forward with astonishing velocity towards the muscular devil. Their movements were swift and calculated, akin to silent predators closing in on their prey.

These sleep golems, obedient to the dragon's will, moved with purpose, converging upon the devil with deadly intent. With each step, they closed the distance, their determination unwavering. As they reached the devil, their movements synchronized, encircling the infernal creature with an ominous aura.

In an act of ultimate sacrifice, the sleep golems lunged towards the devil, their grasp tight and unwavering. In that moment of contact, they triggered their explosive essence, prepared to detonate themselves along with their target.

As the ten sleep golems closed in on the muscular devil, mere meters away from their target, the devil's response was swift and devastating. With a flex of its muscles, the devil unleashed a powerful shockwave that rippled through the fabric of space itself. Instantaneously, the space around the devil erupted into a swirling vortex of razor-sharp blades, each edge honed to lethal perfection.

The torrent of space blades tore through the air with unstoppable force, slicing through the ten sleep golems with merciless precision. Despite their proximity to the devil, the golems stood no chance against this onslaught. Their bodies were rent asunder, reduced to nothing more than scattered fragments that littered the surface of the blood rule source.

The dragon's desperate gambit had been thwarted, its puppets obliterated in an instant by the devil's overwhelming power. The battlefield now bore witness to the grim aftermath of this clash, with the dragon left to confront the harsh reality of its defeat. Yet, amidst the chaos and destruction, the determination in the dragon's eyes did not diminish which signaled that the struggle was far from over.

"Raul, I will take this as a yes. It seems you're keen on starting with foreplay as always. Fine by me," the devil laughed aloud, its voice echoing across the blood-soaked battlefield with a sinister undertone.

Observing everything unfold, Wyatt stayed silent, patiently waiting for his opportunity to execute his escape plan at any moment.

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