Chapter 1887 Collecting DNA Samples

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

*Boom!*

" Ah~Ah~"

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Yes, this is it!"

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Give me more!"

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Faster!"

*Boom!*

"I said, faster!"

The thunderous explosion and pleasure-filled moans of the Deviant Devil echoed on the battlefield, one after the other in a rhythm. The Devil like a lunatic kept asking the Elder Anesthesia Dragon to attack him faster and harder.

Wyatt hated the fact that he had grown used to them. He could not tune out his senses because the Hive AI could not record the battle. After all, Wyatt's sensory organs were the means of its data input. Besides, he could choose to disconnect his consciousness from the sensory organs but then he wanted to keep track of the battle to find an opportunity to execute his escape plan. He was stuck.

The Elder Anesthesia Dragon has been relentlessly bombarding the Deviant Devil despite knowing that its explosions could not even amount to a punch from the Deviant Devil. Wyatt wondered if the Dragon had gone senile. After all, it repeated the same action repeatedly expecting a different result. That was the definition of being foolish.

Compared to the Dragon, Wyatt was more astounded by the Deviant Devil's actions. The mighty devil had let its addiction to the Anesthesia Dragon's sleep breath grow to the point where it was willing to indulge in self-harm to get satisfaction that only lasted a fraction of a second.

Deep and grave injuries have long replaced the Deviant Devil's original sallow flesh wounds. Its original, short grey fur was now turned red, covered in its blood. The blood rule curse had now sunk deep into its muscles. Knowing that its muscles were capable of reality-bending, Wyatt believed that if the Devil wanted to it could not only erase the blood rule curse but also heal all its wounds in an instant. But it chose not to. Since it would be easier for the Dragon's counter damage to break its muscle's pa.s.sive damage.

To satisfy its addiction to the Anesthesia Dragon's sleep breath it was willingly harming itself, this was just insane. The Devil's addiction had driven it mad and becoming more worthy of its t.i.tle Deviant Devil. At first, it was willing to defile Anesthesia Dragons regardless of age or gender and now it was harming itself, if not for its muscle's pa.s.sive immunity to the Anesthesia Dragons' sleep breath, the Devil would have od'ed long ago.

Well, if not for its muscles, it would have become an addict in the first place. Regardless, for such a mighty figure to not have an ounce of self-control, it had turned from the genius of its tribe to the shame of its tribe. If not for the fear of its tribe, the lore would not be known as Anesthesia Dragon Lover/Slayer but something entirely different. Yet, it could not escape the Deviant Devil t.i.tle among the circle of ruler-cla.s.s forces.

Be it the Deviant Devil or the Elder Anesthesia Dragon, Wyatt sided with none, as he did not feel the need to. Even if he did, he would still not choose either of them, as they were freaking lunatics. One kept fighting a losing battle instead of escaping while the other harmed itself to satisfy its addiction. If they had not been born good, they would never been able to gain the power or popularity to become the legends of the Dark Realm. The Dragon and the Devil reminded Wyatt of the rich second-

generation young masters.

Meanwhile, the Dragon and the Devil were engaging in their foolishness, Wyatt was not sitting around. He had copied the soul records of the Elder Anesthesia Dragon and the Deviant Devil. Now he was planning to collect samples of their DNA material. Wyatt had the Elder Anesthesia Dragon's scale which the Dragon had given to him to prove the presence of filth covering its body. So, currently, Wyatt was aiming for the Deviant Devil's DNA material.

With its wounds bleeding porously Wyatt wanted to collect a drop of the Deviant Devil's blood from the battlefield. However, the question was how he going to collect it with the Elder Anesthesia Dragon constantly bombing the battlefield at a regular interval.

Wyatt was able to witness this battle leisurely thanks to the protection of the turtle sh.e.l.l s.h.i.+eld that the Dragon lent but if he were to leave its premises, then he would instantly be killed by the shock waves generated by the clash of Devil's fist and explosion, even before the explosion reaches him.

However, who was Wyatt? He was the undefeated champ of retro games. He had already seen the pattern in the Dragon and Devil's attack and determined the minimum time interval between each confrontation. Now all he had to do was think of a way to reach the devil, collect its blood, and retreat in that interval without catching the attention of the devil.

One might think that the real problem here was the Deviant Devil, but that was not the case. The Deviant Devil was too caught up in enjoying itself so even if it were to notice something collecting its blood it would ignore it. The real problem here was the to and fro journey within the stipulated time interval.

'It's time to put the Field Marshal's A-rank teleportation card 'The Run Away Kid' to use,' Wyatt thought to himself, recalling the A-rank teleportation card the Field Marshal had lent to him. However, the card had a cool-down time which would vary based on the distance traveled. So it could only be used once. Wyatt decided to use it on the way back as it would be the most optimal and efficient use of the card.

With the 'The Run Away Kid' teleportation card, Wyatt no longer had to worry about escaping after collecting the Deviant Devil's blood. Now all that remained was figuring out how to safely get close to the devil's blood and collect it within the time limit.