Bab 1887: Collecting DNA Samples

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Location- Unknown, Blood Rule Source

*Boom!*

" Ah~Ah~"

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Yes, this is it!" 

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Give me more!"

*Boom!*

"Ah~, Faster!"

*Boom!*

"I said, faster!"

The thunderous explosion and pleasure-filled moans of the Deviant Devil echoed on the battlefield, one after the other in a rhythm. The Devil like a lunatic kept asking the Elder Anesthesia Dragon to attack him faster and harder. 

Wyatt hated the fact that he had grown used to them. He could not tune out his senses because the Hive AI could not record the battle. After all, Wyatt's sensory organs were the means of its data input. Besides, he could choose to disconnect his consciousness from the sensory organs but then he wanted to keep track of the battle to find an opportunity to execute his escape plan. He was stuck.