Chapter 1892 Eating Pixies?

Chapter 1892 Eating Pixies?

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

'You have been to the Infinity Library?' the Elder Anesthesia Dragon asked Wyatt in astonishment, knowing that with the history between the Librarian and the World Calamity Tree Race, Wyatt was lucky to have walked out of there. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

'Yes, but I haven't actually been to the infinity library but I have just visited it in the inter-realm city in the spiritual plane,' Wyatt elaborated.

'Regardless, that's impressive. Forget the Deviant Devil, I am more interested in you. As a World Calamity Tree, not only were you able to enter the blood rule source but you walked in and out of the Infinity Library and lived to tell the tale. No wonder you managed to survive when the rest of your tribe was destroyed,' the Dragon looked at Wyatt with a look of shock and admiration.

Then the Dragon further added, 'Did the pixies not suspect you? I forgot they love your scent more than us Anesthesia Dragons. As long as you don't run into an Elder Pixie you're safe even within the Infinity Library. But to think you could control your hunger when in the presence of so many naive pixies. It displays your remarkable self-control. It seems you are more than what meets the eye.'

Inside the blood rule source, Wyatt felt acutely aware of his insignificance. It was a realm meant for beings of immense power, far beyond his own meager capabilities. Even a ruler-

class individual would struggle to endure the relentless onslaught of this domain, let alone someone of Wyatt's modest strength. He knew he didn't belong here, a fact underscored by the reckless schemes of the dragon that had ensnared him in this perilous predicament.

As frustration and anger welled within him, Wyatt cursed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon for the circumstances that had led him here. If not for worrying about the Dragon learning about his deepest secret Wyatt would have long fled this battlefield.

Wyatt regularly kept checking in with the devil merchant code to see if he could use his devil merchant code privilege. As long as, the celestial blood rule slave did not have any means to counter the little authority the devil merchant code had in the blood rule source Wyatt had nothing to worry about but nothing was set in stone yet.

'Raukaul, the turtle shell shield won't hold much longer. Can you get me out of here?' Wyatt asked the Dragon, urgency dripping from his words. He directed his request to the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, aware that the shield provided by the dragon was on the brink of collapse under the relentless assault of the celestial blood-rule slave's domain's pressure.

Wyatt's request wasn't for bolstered defenses; he knew that prolonging the inevitable would only delay his escape. Instead, he implored the dragon to utilize its escape plan, the very means it had prepared to use the moment when the two apex ruler-class beings clashed in a cataclysmic showdown.

With a mixture of uncertainty and determination, Wyatt urged the dragon to prioritize his safety above all else. He understood the risks involved in the confrontation between the celestial blood-rule slave and the deviant devil, and he refused to be a mere causality in their deadly battle.

As he awaited the dragon's response, Wyatt braced himself for whatever method of extraction the stupid creature had devised, clinging to the hope of a swift and decisive retreat from the battlefield before it was too late.