1542 SSS-rank Curse: Cursed Blood Rejuvenation
Date- 13 April 2321
Time- 9:54
Location- Southern Region, Southern Capital
Sending the two girls off, Wyatt didn’t immediately dash into the shroud of dust and smoke. After transferring his essence to a new calamity soul gem three times and rebuilding his body from scratch twice, Wyatt felt a bit tired. Nevertheless, by utilizing his physical connection to the world’s condition, he drew energy from his surroundings to rejuvenate his strength and endurance. As a pair of elven arms and heads appeared behind him with his the taboo seal completely lifted.
Then his attention was drawn to the astonishing sight of the cloud of dust and smoke that appeared to be collapsing in on itself as if an unseen force from within was voraciously consuming it. The dust and smoke particles swirled and spiraled, converging towards the center of the cloud of dust and smoke, where a menacingly tall humanoid figure could be seen devouring them.
The humanoid figure was no other than Belphegor, a 110ft tall bipedal swine with human expressions and hands. Not only had he seemingly regenerated completely from the explosive impact, but a newfound vitality radiated from him, his previously shattered tusk now grew back. It was as if he had rejuvenated. His body exuded an aura of heightened energy, a sinister vibrancy that seemed to pulse with an unholy fervor.
The scene was surreal. The billowing shroud of smoke and dust that had enshrouded Belphegor now had gathered and swirled above him with his mouth at its eye. His mouth produced an irresistible suction force to swallow all the swirling smoke and dust particles. It was a display of recovery and strength by the devil.
In the face of such a spectacle, Wyatt could only watch in a mixture of astonishment and dread, realizing that the devil before him had not just recovered, but had become something far more formidable than before.
“Ouch, that hurt.” After gulping down the cloud of dust and smoke, the devil tensed its muscles and focused its gaze on Wyatt, who had once again grown to a towering 110 feet. It then began to mock him, jesting, “Well, well, look at you. I like your new look. With those floating heads and arms trailing behind you might just out-devil me in appearance.”
“Don’t flatter yourself Belphegor. You resemble a pig more than a devil,” Wyatt retorted back at the devil in response to his taunt.
Soon harnessing every ounce of his strength, Wyatt propelled himself toward the devil with an explosive burst of energy. The sheer force of his acceleration sent shockwaves rippling through the air, rattling the very foundations of the nearby structures. The ground quivered beneath his power, and the surrounding buildings trembled as if in response to his mighty thrust. In the wake of his rapid movement, some unfortunate edifices couldn’t withstand the overwhelming impact and succumbed, crumbling into debris.
Charging at the devil Wyatt keenly observed a change in the unknown chain that strapped the hourglass relic on its back. The chain had rearranged itself to strap the relic to its back in such a way that now it strategically covered the devil’s body to shield its vital areas, like its three hearts.
Through his soul pupils, Wyatt also discerned a significant detail: one of the devil’s hearts, previously shattered by the formidable SSS-rank Brittle Blood Curse he had unleashed as he pierced its heart with his hand, had regenerated. However, a marked difference was apparent—the central core within this reformed heart appeared diminished in size compared to its original state, as well as in comparison to the other two cores residing within the devil’s other two hearts.
This revelation led him to a crucial realization: each time he shattered the devil’s cores, they required more time to recover and regain their former strength. Then a notion crystallized in his mind—the more he destroyed these cores, the longer they would take to restore themselves and reach their peak potency.
This realization hinted at a potential strategy: a relentless assault on the cores could potentially lead to their permanent destruction before they could fully recover, effectively killing the devil. Alternatively, he could adhere to his initial plan of simultaneously obliterating all three cores at once.
“Fire rule: Blaze pelt, Wind rule: Swirling skin.”
The devil’s fur underwent a rapid and captivating change, shifting into a breathtaking torrent of fiery flame. Soon after, a soft breeze began to take shape, wrapping around the devil with a deliberate elegance. With a delicate caress, the wind traced its path over the flaming fur, creating an enchanting interplay of element rules. The tendrils of wind and fire blended together, creating a complex and intangible shield of swirling flames that enveloped the devil’s entire body.
Then with incredible swiftness devil’s right arm sliced through the air. In its wake, a colossal and razor-sharp arc of scorching flame materialized, its incandescent edges glowing with intense, searing heat. The arc stretched and curved bestowing destruction upon anything unfortunate enough to cross its path.
It was as though the devil’s sheer physical prowess was infusing a newfound vigor into the very fabric of the wind rule. The enhanced wind rule, in turn, responded with a symbiotic harmony, channeling its own strengthened vitality to amplify the fire rule. The three energies seem to complement each other displaying the devil’s extreme mastery and a fine understanding of its physical strength, wind rule, and fire rule.
Surprisingly, the crescent wind-flame rule blade did not extinguish but instead expanded in size as it forged ahead through the air, without encountering any resistance, consuming the surrounding wind in its relentless advance and expanding its terrifying aura of searing heat. With its years of experience, the devil had harnessed a fusion of destructive energy of fire rule power and the unstoppable momentum of wind rule power.
The wind and fire rules’ ever-growing ginormous crescent arc’s brilliant flames illuminated the entire southern capital and raised its temperature by several degrees. Faced with such an threatening attack Wyatt did not stop in his advance instead he increased his speed bellowing, “SSS-rank Curse: Cursed Blood Rejuvenation.”