Card Apprentice Daily Log Chapter 1530 Bo, Bitch!

Date- 13 April 2321

Ti- 9:52

Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital

Sacrificing the life force drawn from a total of 18 demigods, the sands in the hourglass relic's lower chamber had nearly reached its full capacity. Had the mohawk devil not expended a substantial amount of sand during the battle against the demigods, the lower section of the hourglass relic would have been completely filled by now.

Had the mohawk devil accomplished such a feat, its mastery of ti rules would have seamlessly synchronized with the card world's ti rule, courtesy of the hourglass relic's magical influence. Consequently, the devil would have beco independent of relying on the hourglass relic's sands to wield its ti rule mastery within the card world. Freed from constraints, it could employ its ti rule to its utmost desire and without limitations.

Regrettably, the mohawk devil fell just a few sands shy of attaining that state. The secondary ti flow it had initiated was still in effect, causing the sands within its hourglass relic to flow in reverse. Gradually, the sands from the lower section of the hourglass were migrating to the upper section, hindering its progress towards the desired outco.

However, the devil did not choose to erase the secondary ti flow. As its real prey was within its sights and it could no longer wait to get its hand on Wyatt's soul.

The mohawk devil closed in on Wyatt, haunted by mories of the sha and humiliation inflicted upon it during their previous encounter. Its existence had turned into a tornt ever since that defeat, leaving it feeling uneasy within its own being. The disgrace of succumbing to a re mortal gnawed relentlessly at its soul. Thoughts of defeat consud its mind, and the pursuit of vengeance beca the sole driving force keeping it alive.

The mohawk devil had ticulously plotted its revenge, envisioning subjecting Wyatt's soul to untold tortures from countless realms. Nevertheless, it had not anticipated such a swift opportunity to exact vengeance, as it had barely been a day since their initial encounter when it was summoned to the Card World under its alias, the Devil rchant Ezra.

As the mohawk devil drew nearer to the trapped Wyatt within the original ti flow, a sense of nearing culmination surged through its being. Its already hideous expression contorted further, and its crimson eyes glowed with eager anticipation for the long-awaited vengeance. The re thought of subjecting Wyatt's soul to all the untold tortures of myriad realms brought the devil almost to the brink of euphoria.I think you should take a look at

In a twist of fate, just as the mohawk devil believed victory was assured, Wyatt defied all expectations. He moved with a swiftness beyond that of a re card master, surprising the devil with an unexpected punch. The impact was formidable, carrying the force of sothing far greater than a regular demigod's strength yelling, "Boo, Bitch!"

The devil's giant form was propelled backward, hurtling through the air for an astounding 200 to 300 ters before finally coming to a halt. The battleground fell into an eerie silence. Unfortunately, all onlookers were either dead or trapped in the original ti flow otherwise they would be left in awe of Wyatt's unexpected might.

"How... how do you possess the ability to tap into the secondary ti flow?" The mohawk devil inquired, its voice tinged with bewildernt. The shock it experienced transcended the realm of words, leaving the devil utterly confounded by Wyatt's unforeseen prowess.

"Hello, Belphagor. It's a pleasure to et you as well," Wyatt replied with a composed tone. Simultaneously, he underwent a remarkable transformation, his stature expanding to an impressive 9 feet, now matching Belphagor's height. Wyatt flexed his muscles deliberately, gauging the newfound strength surging within him.

"How is this possible? When we last t, your strength was no more than that of a demon soldier. It hasn't even been a day since then, how can you possess the strength of a demigod? What sorcery are you using?" Belphagor exclaid, his disbelief evident in his voice. He couldn't fathom how Wyatt, who exuded the aura of a card master, now showcased a might surpassing that of a typical demigod. His vast knowledge of myriad realms proved inadequate in comprehending the abrupt surge in Wyatt's power.

The ti zones in the card world and the dark realm diverged significantly. The span of a single day in the dark realm equated to ten days in the Card World. When Wyatt initially summoned Belphagor on 5th April, only 8 days had elapsed since that event. From Belphagor's perspective, it had scarcely been a day since he lost the wager to Wyatt. Thus, the sha of that defeat lingered in his mind as if it had transpired just today. Therefore, the magnitude of shock from witnessing Wyatt's astounding growth in strength overwheld Belphegor. He struggled to comprehend what was right before him, as it felt surreal and beyond the bounds of reality.

"Let's set aside talk about for now. When we last t, you were no more significant than an earthworm, and now you've transford into an overgrown pig. When will you reveal your true form, my friend?" Wyatt conveyed these words not to taunt or sha Belphagor, but to convey that he understood this current shape was not the devil's genuine embodint.

"...," Belphagor fell into a montary silence, attentively listening to Wyatt's words. The truth was undeniable: his current form was not his genuine self. But this fact remained a well-guarded secret, known only to a select few beings scattered across the myriad realms. Even within the devil rchant code, the vast majority of devils and demons believed his present embodint to be his true nature. Hence, the devil found himself taken aback.

The fact that Wyatt had discerned his true na during their initial encounter left him astounded. Now, in their second eting, Wyatt had imdiately uncovered the veil of his incarnation. It led Belphagor to ponder just how much Wyatt knew about him and the extent of his knowledge.