Card Apprentice Daily Log

”Hey, hey, Wyatt, donʼt tell me you plan to face all seven hundred of them by yourself,” Henricks asked frantically Wyatt wondering if he heard him. ”Yes,” Wyatt replied nonchalantly. ”Hey, hey, Wyatt, donʼt tell me you plan to face all seven hundred of them by yourself,” Henricks asked frantically Wyatt wondering if he heard him. ”Yes,” Wyatt replied nonchalantly. The reason the undead demigods were considered stronger than average demigods was because of their undead bodies that recovered regardless of the damage suffered, they felt no pain, they summoned strong undead minions such as SSS-rank undead monsters, and their body toxins that would counter their opponentʼs physical attacks with SSS-rank rot curse. Apart from that they were similar to regular demigods. The physique and traits of the undead demigods might be frightening and too hard to deal with for average demigods but that was not a problem for Wyatt. Wyatt could disintegrate and reconstruct his body with a single thought so he was partially immortal and immune to physical damage. Having mastered the blood curse meaning of the blood rule to the ultimate tire, he had gained immunity to the curses. As for the Undead Demigod summoning SSS-rank undead monsters, if Wyatt cared about being outnumbered he would never have tried to seven hundred of them at once alone. Seeing Field Marshal was following Wyattʼs arrangement, Henricks looked at her in dismay and said, ”Donʼt tell me are going to go along with this? That is not one or two but seven hundred undead demigods. I know he defeated a strong devil that took out four teams of elite demigods by himself but arenʼt you overestimating the kid too much?” ”No, I am not overestimating him but you are underestimating him too much,” the Field Marshal said preparing to gather all seven hundred undead demigods in one place so Wyatt could

go all out without having to worry about them escaping or him accidentally destroying the city. ”Thatʼs an army of undead demigods he planning to go against, alone at that. How am I the one underestimating him but not him overestimating himself?” Henricks asked in sheer disbelief at the Field Marshalʼs response. Only to hear Corey brag, ”Old man, what are you afraid of these just a bunch of dead people, little Baem said they are not even worth her taking action.” Seeing how even Wyatt dared to face the army of undead head-on, Corey who was first skeptical began to believe little Baemʼs bragging. If the enemies were not weak how would the Field Marshal who was supposed to protect Wyatt let him fight a fight he would not win? So, she began to wonder that little Baem wasnʼt exaggerating about its strength but the enemies they face might indeed be too weak for it. Henricks stared at Corey blankly and asked, ”When you were little where you dropped on your head?” ”Old man, are you trying to pick a fight?” Corey snapped at Henricks. His question to her was the same as him calling her idiot to her face. ”Little girl, do you take me for a fool?” Henricks snapped right back at Corey, her bragging that her imaginary friend could take on the army of undead demigods effortlessly to him of all the people her was the same as her taking him for a fool. ”Old man, are you calling me lair? And who are you calling an imaginary friend, Little Baem is very real. Believe it or not, I will have little Baem chew you alive and spit your mangled corpse in a latrine pit. So, you may rest in feces for eternity,” Corey yelled in rage, her chest heaving with her deep yet fast breathing. ”...” Henricks stared at Corey in rage, he wanted to say something but found himself unable to think of words to refute. How would one go about commenting against something so absurd?