Card Apprentice Daily Log-Chapter 1889 Celestial Blood Rule Slave

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

Now that Wyatt had obtained the blood sample of the Deviant Devil, he once again completely focused on finding an opportunity to fake his death and escape to the dark realm. However, he also realized that if the devil and the dragon were to continue to fight so foolishly, as long as the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's turtle shell shield was protecting him he might never find the opportunity he was looking for.

Therefore, Wyatt was beginning to consider if he should taunt the Deviant Devil into attacking him. He felt that the devil's punch would be enough to break the shield and kill him giving him just the opportunity he was seeking. He would not have considered taking such a desperate measure but after collecting the devil's blood sample, Wyatt had nothing to distract him from the devil's moaning while waiting for the perfect opportunity.

Wyatt could no longer take it, as the Deviant Devil's actions had escalated. It no longer just welcomed the Dragonoid pouncing on it with open arms, but it would use its extreme physical prowess to vigorously hump the Dragonoid in the fraction of a second it takes the Dragonoid in its arms to detonate. As a result, the sounds of its humping along with its rapid breath would echo, even the sound from the explosions was not able to kill these embarrassing echoes.

'If I wait any longer I might get to collect a sample of the Deviant devil's love juice,' dark lines formed on Wyatt's forehead, as this thought crossed his mind. He shook his head desperately not wanting to entertain that thought or if possible erase it. But he grew worried about the possibility that even if he ignored this thought it might actually become a reality soon.

'Is the Dragon enjoying it?' Wyatt wondered. If someone were to look at the scene in front of him, starting now and without any context, then they would think the same and also think that the Dragon was detonation itself out of guilt for participating in such a shameful thing, for wanting it, and for enjoying it.

'Otherwise, what else can explain the reason why the Elder Anesthesia Dragon was repeating the same thing despite already knowing the end result,' Wyatt could not think of a reason to justify the Dragon's actions. It was getting harder for him to defend that stupid Dragon as he had no idea what was going through the Dragon's head. The Deviant devil's shelf harm was driven by its addiction to the Dragon's sleep breath but what was the Dragon's repeated self-detonation driven from? Why the heck was it doing this?

'What's that strong smell?' Suddenly smelling a rancid smell in the atmosphere of the battlefield, Wyatt's mind raced and he instantly determined the source, 'Pre-cum.'

'Fuck! First my eyes now my nose. I will kill these two deviant bastards one day,' Wyatt yelled aloud in his mind. Determining that he was right about the source of the rancid smell feeling the atmosphere of the blood rule source.

The blood rule source was the genesis of the blood rule, a divine place where all celestial bodies visited to learn blood rule and give birth to their blood rule stream in their will's womb. In such a divine place these two were engaging in such a shameful act. If the other partitioners of the blood rule in the myriad realms were to learn of the shameful acts of these two deviants they would weep tears of blood and curse these two for the rest of their pitiful life.

'If I stay here any longer there is a chance that the battlefield might get flooded with the devil's boundless love juices,' At the first sign of his worst fear coming true, Wyatt thought of a possibility worse than seeing the devil climax, it was to be covered in its fluids.

'Erase! Erase! That's it, I going for it,' driven to a corner, Wyatt decided to execute his desperate plan to taunt the devil into attacking him. It might be easier now considering that nobody likes to be disturbed while they get 'busy.'

Just as Wyatt was about to carry out his plan to interrupt the Deviant devil, a third blood rule domain appeared shattering the blood rule domains of the devil and the dragon. Then pressure surrounding the area increased by several folds enough to hinder the devil and the dragon, stopping them amid their action. Thanks to the turtle shell shield, Wyatt remained safe and was unaffected by the new pressure. Otherwise, his physical body would have been crushed by the sudden change in the pressure.

Unhindered by the pressure, Wyatt scoured his immediate vicinity of the blood rule source to find the owner of the new blood rule source domain. Since their blood rule domain was able to destroy the blood rule domain of the devil and the dragon with ease, Wyatt believed the new player was more powerful than the Deviant devil and the Elder Anesthesia Dragon at least in terms of the blood rule mastery.

'Finally, it is here,' suddenly the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's voice sounded in Wyatt's mind. Meanwhile, the Deviant Devil was furiously searching for the one responsible for interrupting its pleasure time.

'What is here?' Wyatt asked expanding his parameter of search not finding the unknown player in his immediate vicinity.

'The celestial blood rule slave,' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon replied and added, 'Today, I will complete my millenniums' old assassination mission and avenge my tribesmen, erasing the stain mark on my and my tribe's name.'

'What's celestial blood rule slave—I– I s–see it,' Wyatt stuttered, finally finding the source of the third blood rule domain. His mind went blank for seeing the owner of the third blood rule domain.

Wyatt blankly stared at the red moon that had just made itself visible, it was the source of the third-blood rule domain. The red moon was not a moon but the celestial blood rule slave. Just as its name suggested. It was a celestial body turned blood rule slave.

The celestial blood slave was a few hundred thousand miles away from their battlefield so it appeared small like it was the moon of the blood rule source however, a keen eye would notice that its size was slowing growing showing that it was hurrying toward the battlefield.

What shocked Wyatt about all this the most was that the celestial blood rule slave was not only able to cast its blood rule domain on the battlefield while being a few hundred thousand miles away but also destroy the blood rule domain of the Devil and the Dragon.

'H-how— how did a celestial become a blood rule slave? Even a newborn celestial can easily withstand the mystique of the blood rule source. A celestial's will can't be driven mad to become a blood rule slave,' Wyatt enquired the dragon, unable to believe what he was witnessing. It was the universal truth that the rule source was like mother's milk to the celestials. How can a mother's milk harm her baby?

'What you see is indeed the body of the celestial but the will inhabiting it is not that of a celestial but an ancient devil. An ancient devil who was born with a very strong will, reaching the end of its potential and unable to find the path to transcendence desperately decided to swallow the will of a newborn celestial and replace it in hopes of using the celestial's body to achieve transcendence.

By doing so the ancient devil managed to gain the body of a celestial but it still underestimated the path to transcendence. Without a complete body, how can one hope to attain transcendence? Though its body was celestial, its will was not. The results are right in front of you.

That ancient devil is not the only one nor the last, desperate people resort to desperate means and there are many desperate people,' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon narrated the story of the celestial rule slave revealing a hint about the transcendence to Wyatt— a complete body was needed to attain transcendence.

'Shouldn't we escape before it arrives?' Wyatt suggested escaping right away, fearing that once the celestial blood rule slave was close enough they might not have the chance to escape. He no longer cared about hurting the dragon's ego.

'Don't worry, I have everything planned,' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon assured Wyatt and narrated, 'I encountered this celestial blood rule slave a few millenniums ago, back then I was lucky to have escaped it. I have been keeping track of its activity in the blood rule source since then. I knew I could count on the deviant devil's stubbornness to find me. Setting my trap, I patiently waited for it. All my patience is finally about to yield results. Just enjoy the show.'

Listening to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, Wyatt finally knew why it was repeatedly pouncing at the devil and detonating itself even though it was not able to harm the deviant devil with its attack. It was because its target was never the devil but the celestial blood rule slave. It was creating as much as ruckus possible to attract the celestial blood rule slaves toward the battlefield while simultaneously keeping the deviant devil engaged even at the expense of getting vigorously and repeatedly humped by it.