Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 3239: Belphegor The Bomb

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Seven Prince of Hell Territory, Pandemonium City

Bloodawn looked at one of her men being turned to ash by a small but concentrated explosion created by Belphegor detonating the explosive-type relic in his punching arm, sacrificing it to kill a ruler-class Bloodrool hybrid as a semi-ruler-class Muletaur.

She heard the other three assassins let out a war cry as they prepared to attack the Muletaur, watching him regrow his arm. She immediately used bloodline oppression to stop them in their tracks as she sensed that the newly grown arm also had an explosive-type relic implanted in its bone marrow.

Bloodawn was both shocked and puzzled by what she was seeing, unable to understand how one could regenerate a limb with a True Relic perfectly implanted in it. Implanting a True Relic into one’s body wasn’t a simple procedure that one could perform on the go. It was a complex procedure that took months of preparation, not counting the time taken for the surgical procedure.

After all, each devil, even from the same race, was unique in their own right based on the spells, arts, curses, and rules they had learned and tempered themselves in. Even if she considered that Belphegor knew his body best, she couldn’t fathom how he was performing such a complex and tedious surgical procedure in under a fraction of a second. Not to mention, explosive-type True Relics didn’t grow on trees.

Unless the lowly Muletaur was a once-in-a-thousand-millennia genius soul crafter in his own right, she couldn’t think of a better explanation for the abomination she sensed within his body.

What baffled her was the fact that during her initial scan of his body, she hadn’t sensed any of those relics in it, but now that he had regrown a new body, it somehow came with all those relics implanted in it. She wondered if he had multiple bodies.

“Don’t hold them back, Princess. Let them come. I will help them join their comrade in the afterlife,” Belphegor sneered, glancing at the hybrid assassins whose eyes were blank and who were drooling from the corners of their mouths. These Bloodrool hybrids acted all high and mighty, but their lives were no different from those of slaves, maybe even worse. They thought they were above other slaves just because their masters were celestial bloodsuckers? Then how proud should he be as the servant of the only hybrid World Calamity Tree celestial in the entire Myriad Realm… no, the entire Myriad Cosmos?

“You have chosen to fight, huh?” Bloodawn asked Belphegor with a grim glare. If not for her unwillingness to compromise her mission, the damned Muletaur would have been hanging in her torture chamber, skinless, eating through his ass and shitting through his mouth.

“Fight? Princess, would you consider killing a bunch of Bloodrools with their hands and legs tied behind their backs a fight?” Belphegor asked Bloodawn with a look of sheer disdain before adding, “Slaughter, it’s a slaughter.

“The Bloodrool Hegemony revealed its hand when they sent a highly decorated, three-digit-numbered princess over a measly acquisition of the rights to a no-name realm in the backwaters of the Myriad Realms.

“So, are you going to kill me or listen to my demands till the end?”

Bloodawn’s expression remained indifferent to the revelation, but her pupils widened in astonishment as she wondered, ‘What else did he want? The key to the Bloodrool royal treasury?’

She blamed her fame for raising the difficulty of the mission, as even beings outside the Sunless Realm recognized her.

She couldn’t have been more mistaken. It was her subordinates who had revealed her identity to Mommon, who then shared it with Belphegor, sensing that the chances of both their master’s worries coming true and their plans succeeding were getting higher.

If not for the introduction by the assassins, they would have mistaken her for the Bloodrool representative they had been in contact with regarding the sale of the rights to the Card World.

“I will take your silence as an agreement,” Belphegor said, getting no response from Bloodawn.

“I wanted the Hegemony to help me get the highest possible tier a reader can get in the Infinity Library.

“I wanted the Hegemony to teach me the recipes of the relics it didn’t even share with the Infinity Library.

“I want to enter the royal treasury and borrow a few relics for my safety.”

Hearing Belphegor’s demands finally come to an end, Bloodawn sarcastically asked him, “Is that it, or do you want the key to our progenitor’s chamber so you can have access to his ass anytime you feel like screwing the Bloodrools?”

“You are funny, Princess. I wasn’t expecting you to accept my demands, just help me pass them on to your superiors. You have no idea just how important the Card World is to the Bloodrools right now,” Belphegor welcomed the princess’s sense of humor. After all, not many Bloodrool would tolerate a joke about their progenitor let along make him the butt of their joke, even if it was a sarcastic comment.

“And you do?” Bloodawn snapped, feeling undermined by Belphegor. But then again, he was right. Her hands were tied considering the circumstances the lowly Muletaur had weaved.

“Otherwise, why do you think I would go to such lengths to procure sole ownership of the rights to the Card World and wait for you here?” Belphegor confidently bluffed, with a nonchalant attitude, having figured that the princess and the assassins themselves had no idea why their superiors attached such importance to the rights of the Card World.

“If so, why don’t you come to the Sunless Realm with me and tell our progenitor your demands yourself?” Bloodawn proposed with a forced smile. Every cell in her body wanted to capture the damn Muletaur and throw him in their prison to see if he dared to continue acting so high and mighty, but she didn’t dare make a move. She could sense that the Muletaur was no less than a walking bomb right now. He seemed to have taken every precautionary measure to ensure that he wouldn’t get captured, but would die instantly in an explosion instead.