Chapter 1879 WarDragon Form, Sleep Golem, Blood Puppet
Date- -/-
Time- -/-
Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
'Why am I always stuck with unreliable teammates?' screamed Wyatt inwardly as he observed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon losing its composure, sensing a familiar presence emanating from the blob of filth.
Observing the proud Dragon in such a vulnerable mental state, Wyatt could only deduce that whoever had planted the filth upon it must possess greater strength. The Dragon's helplessness against the filth served as compelling evidence of this.
Since Wyatt found himself powerless against the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, it goes without saying that he would be equally powerless against the entity that even the Dragon feared. However, the pressing question now loomed: what exactly was the blob of filth, and what were its intentions? The Hive AI diligently worked to unravel the mysteries surrounding the filth, drawing from the data Wyatt had gathered. As for filth's current objectives now that it was whole again, Wyatt activated his soul pupils to scrutinize its activities.
The blob of filth pulsated, contracting and expanding in a rhythmic pattern akin to a beating heart. Then, abruptly, it flattened horizontally turning into a 2D circle before elongating vertically forming a rectangular shape, resembling a door or gate. Witnessing this transformation, Wyatt hastily exclaimed, alerting the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, "Your Majesty, the blob of filth is summoning someone. Most likely the owner of the presence you mentioned earlier."
Wyatt's outcry jolted the Dragon from its daze, causing it to focus on the blob of filth, now resembling a gate to a dungeon. Unconsciously, it blurted out, "This is bad. I don't want to face that freak again."
Listening to it, Wyatt's expression turned stiff. Then at the risk of angering the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, he said, "Your Highness, should we retreat before whoever the gate of filth is summoning arrives?"
"What? Why would you even suggest such a thing to me? Do you think I'm weaker than that freak? I'm not, okay. It's just that, that freaky bastard fights dirty. And when I say dirty— wait, why am I explaining this to you? Just shut up and watch as I return that bastard tenfold the shame I suffered that night," proclaimed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon aloud, with particular emphasis on the last part. Wyatt sensed that the final words were directed more toward the Dragon itself rather than him.
Listening to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's rambling, Wyatt felt a sense of confusion. He couldn't discern whether the Dragon was asserting its strength or expressing doubt.
"Besides, he's already here," the Dragon suddenly added, giving Wyatt the impression that it, too, had contemplated retreat but concluded they hadn't acted quickly enough.
"Nazaka, just in case, run as far as you can. I will contact you when I am done here," the Elder Dragon ordered Wyatt, resolutely staring at the gate of filth.
Following the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's instruction to flee, Wyatt's towering 150-foot Elder Calamity Treant form swiftly restructured into a 150-foot-long root that looked like a long wooden serpent dragon with its leaves acting as its scales. He prepared to burrow into the surface of the Blood Rule Source with the rest of its roots that were already branched out underground, intent on running as far away as possible.
Despite Wyatt's attempt to escape, a formidable blood-rule domain suddenly enveloped the area, thwarting his efforts. In response, then the Elder Anesthesia Dragon summoned its blood-rule domain, engaging in a fierce clash with the opposing domain. As the two domains collided, the pressure on Wyatt's body lessened slightly, but he remained ensnared within their confines, unable to break free.
With no escape in sight, Wyatt scanned the surroundings for the origin of the hostile domain. His search led him to behold two enormous gray humanoid hands, each large enough to accommodate the filth gate, pressing together as they peered into the blood rule source from the other side of the filth gate. As the hands maneuvered through the filth gate, they parted to grasp onto either side, commencing a process of stretching the gate. Gradually, the gate widened enough for the being to extend its legs through, providing leverage for the hands to further stretch the gate until the entirety of the being's body could pass through.
As Wyatt gazed upon the colossal humanoid devil emerging from the filth gate, he was struck by a sense of astonishment at the creature's formidable physique. Every inch of its massive form was adorned with well-defined muscles, rippling beneath its gray, demonic fur. The creature exuded an aura of power and strength, its physique reminded Wyatt of the legendary champions of Earth's Mr. Olympia competitions, albeit with a sinister and furry twist.
The devils muscular build exerted an unfathomable pressure on its surroundings, creating an imposing presence that dwarfed everything in its vicinity. Each movement it made seemed effortless yet brimmed with latent power as if it could shatter mountains with a mere flex of its colossal limbs.
As Wyatt took in the sight of this otherworldly being, he couldn't help but feel a surge of trepidation at the sheer might it possessed. In the face of such overwhelming power, he knew that confronting this creature would be an immense challenge even for the Elder Anesthesia Dragon.
The ginormous gray devil stood within range of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's sleep breath ability, yet it seemed unaffected by the dragon's power. Instead, the devil took a deep breath, inhaling a large amount of the dragon's sleep breath, and stood tall and imposing as before.
As the master of the filth covering its body revealed himself, the blood fog vessel housing the spiritual essence of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon stood poised and emitted a resounding cry with determination, its crimson mist swirling with fervent energy in anticipation of the impending skirmish,
"Wardragon form, activate!
"Dream Rule Rune: Sleep Golem, activate!"
"Blood Rule Rune: Blood Puppet, activate!"
With the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's warcry, Wyatt shifted his attention from the ginormous gray humanoid devil and focused on the Dragon's blood fog vessel, only to see it dissipate the next second— 'Fuck, did it escape without me?' were Wyatt's first thoughts.
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