Chapter 1884 Escape Plan
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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source
Wyatt was astonished as he witnessed the lightning-fast movements of the Deviant Devil. Despite his keen perception granted by his soul pupils that allowed him to trace the movements of the Dragonid failed to trace the sheer speed and agility displayed by the devil, this left him momentarily dumbfounded. In the blink of an eye, the Dragonoid found itself ensnared in the devil"s grasp, immobilized by the devil"s expertly executed maneuvers. Wyatt"s mind raced to comprehend the sequence of events. He had to use the Hive AI"s help to replay the events slowly to understand how the deviant devil not only managed to render the Dragonoid helpless by entrapping it in its formidable muscles.
As the Hive AI replayed the encounter in Wyatt"s mind, a revelation dawned upon him. The Deviant Devil"s dominance over the Dragonoid wasn"t merely a result of brute strength; its physical prowess was augmented by a martial arts technique exclusive to the devil itself. This technique enabled the devil to harness a staggering thousand percent of its muscular potential. Such an incredible boost equated to a tenfold increase in physical prowess, propelling the devil"s already unmatched strength to unparalleled heights.
As Wyatt grasped the source of the Devil"s extraordinary power—the unique martial arts technique—he questioned whether a thousand percent was the pinnacle of its enhancement or if it could propel the Devil"s prowess even beyond. Then Wyatt couldn"t shake the thought of the Devil combining its reality-altering ability with its boosted physical strength from the martial arts technique. The potential implications of such a fusion sparked curiosity and apprehension within him.
Yet, before Wyatt could delve deeper into this speculation, his thoughts were abruptly halted by the devil"s provocative words directed toward the Dragonoid. Wyatt"s focus snapped back to the confrontation, his mind racing with concern. He couldn"t shake the unsettling thought of the deviant devil potentially violating the Elder Anesthesia Dragon"s amalgamation Dragonoid body.
The possibility hung heavy in the air, adding an ominous layer to Wyatt"s already tense mind. He braced himself for the impending clash, hoping that such a despicable act would not come to pa.s.s in the heat of battle. While Wyatt harbored grievances against the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, the deviant devil"s implications surpa.s.sed even his darkest expectations. He couldn"t fathom such despicable intentions, especially towards a being who had bestowed upon him the gift of a blood-rule slave"s core.
"What the heck were you thinking?" Wyatt roared in his mind. He was not one to blame the victim, but right now, he blamed the Elder Anesthesia Dragon"s recklessness for its current predicament. He wanted to escape in the heat of the battle, but because of the Dragon"s stupidity, he had a front-row seat to witness it being defiled by the deviant devil.
"Ah, my eyes!" Wyatt"s inner scream echoed with horror as the deviant devil"s slimy tongue slithered out, poised to defile the Dragonoid. He grappled with a surge of revulsion, contemplating whether to abandon his original escape plan and just escape right away to avoid witnessing the grotesque scene unfolding before him. The temptation to avert his gaze and save himself from witnessing such blasphemy tugged at Wyatt, but a sense of hope and belief that the Dragon had bigger plans kept him rooted in place, a reluctant spectator to the abominable act about to unfold.
Wyatt had noticed that the Dragonoid remained calm despite being immobilized by the Deviant Devil and made no efforts to struggle free from its grip. Knowing the resilience of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, he trusted that it had a strategy in mind. Despite his initial instinct to doubt, Wyatt held onto his belief, and he was right to do so because the perfect opportunity he was waiting for presented itself.
*Boom!*
The enormous amalgamation Dragonoid which the Deviant Devil had subdued by wrapping its legs and arms around the Dragonoid"s limbs, suddenly erupted with all its energy. The blast was so huge that its explosion sound reverberated throughout the blood rule source while forming a tall mushroom-shaped cloud that could be seen from any corner of the blood rule source.
Wyatt patiently antic.i.p.ated the inevitable clash between the Dragon and Devil, knowing their immense power would create chaos. His plan crystallized: exploiting the turmoil, he would simulate his demise amidst the fury, then vanish into the obscurity of the dark realm. When the Dragon suddenly unleashed its fury, Wyatt found himself within the searing blast radius, but instead of fear, he felt exhilaration. Faking his death in that moment, he believed, would ensure his survival. Regardless of which ruler emerged victorious, they wouldn"t spare a thought for a mere casualty in the aftermath, leaving him free from their pursuit. This strategy offered him a chance to evade detection and live in seclusion, away from the looming conflict"s aftermath. Wyatt"s heart raced with antic.i.p.ation as he prepared to execute his daring escape plan.
As Wyatt prepared to activate his devil merchant code privilege to flee to Cuth Diya"s side, he found that the explosion"s damage had been completely nullified by the protective turtle sh.e.l.l shield enveloping him. Cursing inwardly, Wyatt understood the implications: if he faked his death and escaped now, and if the Dragon survived the ordeal, it would undoubtedly hunt him down. His supposedly flawless escape plan crumbled before him, revealing its fatal flaw. Frustration and desperation surged within Wyatt as he grappled with the sudden realization that his carefully laid-out scheme had been rendered ineffective. With the Dragon"s survival posing a looming threat to his safety, Wyatt"s mind raced to devise a new plan, one that could still grant him a chance at evading the impending danger and securing his freedom.
"Hahaha, I knew it, you are the one. Only you can give me this level of satisfaction," the echoes of the explosion had yet to die but the deviant devil which was at the center of the explosion not only managed to survive but laughed aloud instead of licking its wound in some corner of the blood rule source.