Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 1546 Decisive Battle Unfolds

Date- 13 April 2321

Time- 9:55

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

Witnessing fast-approaching Wyatt, Belphegor swiftly retreated while throwing a maelstrom of fire and wind rule fusion attacks aimed at Wyatt, intentionally widening the distance between himself and Wyatt before the imminent confrontation. Since Wyatt was impervious to any form of physical assault, Belphegor knew better than to engage in close combat with Wyatt and attempt any form of physical attack that would be utterly futile and ultimately ineffective. 

Wyattʼs lips curled into a contemptuous sneer, his eyes narrowing as he observed the retreat of Belphegor. The battlefield was ablaze with the fury of Fire rule and the tumultuous force of Wind rule, a chaotic dance of elemental rule power that underscored Belphegorʼs hasty retreat.  𝗇𝓞𝐯𝓮𝐿𝓊𝔰𝐁.𝕔𝑶𝗆

A surge of energy ignited within Wyattʼs eyes, illuminating them with an intense and radiant glow that seemed to pierce through the very secrets of reality. In that instant, the floating heads and arms that trailed behind him disappeared in the air, only to rematerialize with uncanny swiftness right behind the retreating Belphegor.

Each of the eleven pairs of arms exuded an aura of an ominous malevolent curse as they were enhanced with the very essence of the SSS-rank Cursed Blood Rejuvenation and adorned with the SSS-rank Brittle Blood Curse. These curses were renowned for their cataclysmic potency. 

Right now all twenty-two hands resembled sharp stakes covered in dark blood. Then under the perceptive gaze of eleven floating heads, the twenty-two stakes swiftly bore down upon Belphegor in an awe-inspiring display of supernatural precision, aiming for twenty-two distinct vital points across the devilʼs body except for the ones that were protected by the unknown chain wrapped around its body strapping the hourglass relic. Each stake found its mark with chilling accuracy and swiftness, puncturing through Belphegorʼs protective layer of wind and fire rule, then the flesh of his physical body. 

As Wyattʼs floating hands shattered the protective barrier of swirling wind rule power and scorching fire rule power that shielded Belphgor, they effortlessly pierced through the flesh of his devil physique. In response Belphegor immediately let out a thunderous roar of fury that reverberated through the air, masking his cry of pain.

The once-defensive chainmail of Wind and Fire rule that enveloped Belphegorʼs entire body suddenly underwent a transformative metamorphosis with his angry roar culminating in the birth of a relentless firestorm with Belphegor as its eye. This fiery vortex possessed an insatiable hunger, voraciously consuming the eleven floating heads and twenty-two hands that dared to pierce his corporal shell, reducing them to smoldering remnants before they could even graze the surface of his bones.
Before long, the twenty-two holes on Belphegorʼs body healed quickly enough to be witnessed by the naked eyes. The infernal tempest enshrouding Belphegorʼs body did not show any signs of waning after incinerating Wyattʼs floating appendages. Instead, it intensified and helped him propel with an enhanced speed as he continued his rapid retreat. Making use of this blazing maelstrom, Belphegor unleashed a barrage of crescent-shaped blades wrought from the fusion of fire and wind rule aimed at Wyatt trying to hinder his advance. 

With an almost preternatural speed, Wyatt seamlessly pierced through the oncoming crescent-shaped blades unscathed. The shockwave from their confrontation snuffed the fiery and windy amalgamations that once sliced through the air with their deadly dance. Unfazed, he pressed forward, his speed was a testament to the enhancement of SSS-rank Cursed Blood Rejuvenation. As he advanced, his eleven sets of floating appendages conjured behind him anew and trailed in his wake. 

While his eleven sets of floating appendages were incinerated by Belohgorʼs raging firestorm Wyattʼs body manage to not get incinerated by the same fiery amalgamation as he fearlessly thrust himself through the swirling onslaught of fiery crescent blades during his unyielding progression because of his wind barrier shattering speed. Similar to how a swift paper can slice through a candle flame without getting burned but when the same paper held stationary succumbs to the fiery candle flame. 

Just as the swiftness of the paper allowed it to pass through the flames untouched in its trail, Wyattʼs incredible speed allowed him to remain unscathed despite facing the firestormʼs crescent blades head-on.

Belphegor skillfully retreated to a distance, creating a perfect gap between himself and the approaching Wyatt. This strategic maneuver ensured that he remained beyond the reach of Wyattʼs melee attacks while maintaining his advantage by keeping Wyatt within the reach of his ranged attacks. 

Gaining the optimal distance from his enemy, Belphegor stopped his retreat just as the fierce firestorm began to wane, returning to its previous form the protective chainmail that replaced his fur. Seizing the moment without any further delay, he launched his formidable power attack, aiming to strike before Wyatt could narrow the space separating them bellowing, ”Fire Rule Domain,  Wind Rule Domain, and Earth Rule Domain.” 

In a mere heartbeat, the air surrounding Belphegorʼs imminent vicinity underwent a profound transformation. It bore witness to a convergence of three distinct rule domains, intricately layered atop one another. As these three rule domains intertwined, a palpable weight settled upon the very fabric of the atmosphere, casting an aura of gravity and significance over the impending events.

A mesmerizing inferno ignited upon the streets, and the very foundations of the buildings underwent a spectacular metamorphosis, transforming into rivers of molten lava. With a captivating and almost hypnotic grace, this sea of liquid fire spread throughout the urban landscape, its relentless advance swallowing everything unfortunate enough to float upon its scorching surface. The once-familiar surroundings now bore the mark of an eruption, painting a scene of both awe and trepidation. 

The once serene sky underwent a dramatic transformation, as brooding clouds gathered and loomed overhead. Their ominous presence cast a shadow over the landscape, heralding an impending tempest of unparalleled intensity and brewing a storm with unrivaled ferocity and unrelenting force. Its howling winds, sharp as the keenest blade, seemed to slice through anything that stood in its way—chopping the tall infrastructures into thousands of tiny pieces, feeding the erupting lava underneath.