Chapter 1879 WarDragon Form, Sleep Golem, Blood Puppet
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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."
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.