Card Apprentice Daily Log-Chapter 1883 Blood Puppet Amalgamation!

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

'The legends were true. Even the towering peaks of the dark realm pale in comparison to the sheer might of the deviant devil's muscles,' Wyatt pondered as he watched in awe. 'Could this be the epitome of physical prowess? Muscles so potent they can alter reality itself?' he mused, witnessing the deviant devil effortlessly kill ten rule-slaves with a mere flex.

"Blood puppet amalgamation!" In response to the devil's taunt, Elder Anesthesia bellowed another command, manipulating its sleep golems with precision through its blood puppetry rune.

With the Dragon's command, the stillness of the blood-rule source shattered as the blood-rule slave sleep golems, once dormant, surged into motion. Their movement was swift and relentless, a sound of pounding footsteps echoed across every corner of the blood rule source. Yet, their destination was not the deviant devil; this time, their target was the formidable Elder Anesthesia Dragon. With their steps, the surface of the blood rule source trembled beneath their weight, and the air crackled with the swift movement of their huge bodies. It was a scene of unexpected chaos, as the golems, driven by the dragon's blood puppetry, closed in on their towering master following its command.

As the blood-rule slave sleep golems approached, the Elder Anesthesia Dragon flew and curled into a protective fetal position, surrounding himself with a pulsating blood-rule orb. Meanwhile, the blood-rule slaves seamlessly merged with the orb.

Once all the blood-rule slaves fused with the pulsating blood-rule orb, a remarkable transformation unfolded before the eyes of the deviant devil and Wyatt. Their forms intertwined and melded together, shifting and reshaping into a colossal humanoid dragon, that resembled the form of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's Wardragon form. Each rule-slave that contributed to the amalgamation had their face engraved onto the scales of the colossal dragonoid as their essence had blended seamlessly to form the towering figure.

The pulsating blood-rule orb remained at the center of this new entity as the core of the amalgamation, it not only served as the central command but its radiant energy coursed through the amalgamation's veins. With each pulse of the core, the amalgamation dragonoid pulsed with power as the Elder Anesthesia dragon's power fused seamlessly with the amalgamation of blood-rule slaves.

The fusion of the blood-rule slaves with the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's essence resulted in an astonishing revelation: the towering Dragonoid now inherited all the formidable abilities of its slumbering counterpart. With this fusion, it gained an asleep Elder Anesthesia Dragon's astounding ninety percent physical damage negation and ninety percent spiritual damage negation, rendering it virtually impervious to harm on both physical and spiritual levels. The spiritual damage negation should have been absolute however, since the Dragon's spiritual body was awake, its spiritual damage negation was reduced to ninety percent.

Furthermore, it acquired immunity to debuffs and boasted a formidable sixty percent counter-damage capability, showcasing its prowess in turning attacks against its foes. This remarkable display underscored the mastery of the blood rule achieved by the Dragon, pushing its power beyond Wyatt's comprehension.

As Wyatt gazed upon the towering sanguine Dragonoid, its imposing form adorned with intricate faces etched into its scales, he couldn't help but ponder its intentions. It was evident that the Dragonoid wasn't attempting to rival the deviant devil in sheer physical strength, as the devil had already established its unmatched prowess in that regard. Any attempt by the Dragonoid to engage in such a contest would surely lead to its defeat. The Elder Anesthesia Dragon, with its past encounter with the deviant devil, should have recognized this fact by now. Wyatt couldn't shake the feeling that there must be a deeper strategy at play, one that went beyond mere brute force.

"Raul, Aren't you considerate? Now I can fully enjoy myself," the deviant devil remarked with a wicked grin, his voice dripping with amusement. With those words, he underwent a startling transformation, rapidly increasing in height until he matched the towering stature of the amalgamation Dragonoid. As a member of the Mulias's demon tribe, known for their formidable size and strength, the devil's ability to rival even the Worldhog tribe in sheer stature was legendary. This was why the Anesthesia Dragon Lover/Slayer lore spoke of the deviant devil's immense physical prowess, with tales recounting how even the tallest peaks of the dark realm paled in comparison to the deviant devil's imposing muscles.

"I've had enough of you, die!" roared the Elder Anesthesia Dragon in a surge of fury, abandoning caution as it charged at the deviant devil with relentless aggression. Ignoring its own defenses, the dragon unleashed a powerful punch aimed at the devil's lower jaw. Even though the dragon possessed high damage negation and damage counter abilities, the dragon's reckless abandoning of any defensive stance in the face of such a formidable opponent left Wyatt feeling uneasy as the deviant devil's muscles were capable of altering reality itself, they posed a threat beyond the ordinary to the dragon. Yet, despite his misgivings, Wyatt held onto his patience, trusting that the dragon harbored a cunning plan amidst the chaos of battle.

With a wicked grin etched upon its features, the deviant devil met the Dragonoid's oncoming punch with an air of amusement. In a display of uncanny agility, it sidestepped the impending blow with effortless grace, seizing the Dragonoid's outstretched arm in a swift and fluid motion. Locking the Dragonoid's limb in a vice-like grip, the devil swiftly maneuvered its entire body, ensnaring the Dragonoid in a tight deadlock that rendered it immobile. As the Dragonoid found itself restrained, the devil's grin widened, exuding a sinister aura as it taunted its captive foe. With a vulgar chuckle, it whispered in the Dragonoid's ear, "To think you would charge at me so recklessly. It seems you've forgotten our encounter that fateful night. Allow me to refresh your memory by reliving that delightful experience once more."

Soon the deviant's mouth gaped open and its slick, large tongue slithered out, poised to touch the Dragonoid's earlobe but Raukaul's voice interrupted it, "It appears you've forgotten what happened a few minutes ago. Allow me to refresh your memory."

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