Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2833: Illusion Materialization: Sun!

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Three Mischief Encampment

Peyote stared at Konjur as the latter revealed the truth behind the extinction of his tribe. He didn’t bother asking why Konjur’s master hadn’t killed them himself. After all, people could deal with pests on their own, yet they still hired others to do it—they simply didn’t want to get their hands dirty.

To Konjur’s master, the moment Peyote rejected him, Peyote and his tribe became nothing more than pests to be dealt with. So he hired others to do it for him, unwilling to waste any more time on them or dirty his hands in the process.

Knowing the truth, Peyote didn’t regret his choice—not even for a second. His tribe had been willing to die rather than see him join the Dark Cult, whose teachings stood against their ideals and traditions.

Dark races were known to deceive, yet even they did not condone what the Dark Cults practiced—though some tolerated it more than others. Some tribes would rather die than accept the cults’ teachings, while others were willing to look past them in pursuit of power.

As a result, the Dark Cults had far fewer members compared to the Devil Merchant Code, which the dark races regarded as a great honor and luck to join.

Knowing his tribe would rather die than accept the cult’s teachings for his sake, Peyote felt less anger and a more quiet sense of relief, finally able to make peace with their massacre. He understood now that their deaths were not meaningless. He was who he was today because of what his tribe had sacrificed that day, and for that, he would be forever grateful.

As for revenge, that was a given.

"Illusion materialization: Sun!"

Peyote yelled as his enormous form vanished out of existence and a stable white sun of the diameter of the height of a mountain fell into the broken divine dominion under the effect of gravity.

Listening to Peyote, Corey’s first instinct was to use the Void Silk to drag me, Field Marshal Lorn, and Karl into the void as her gaze flicked to the Emissary of Light hiding behind Konjur, calculating everything in a heartbeat, before the sun’s heat could even brush our skin. She was swift in taking action and making the decision.

"No, take us back. If Konjur doesn’t deal with that attack, the heat from the sun of that scale will destroy Sky Blossom City and neighboring cities, even with two hundred miles between us. You need to bring it to the void if Konjur can’t deal with it."

The Field Marshal shouted urgently, even though she knew there was nothing they could do. Still, she would rather die trying than stand by in safety while innocent people burned alive. It was an emotional reaction, unexpected from someone of her experience and rank, but she was no longer fighting for the bigger picture—she was fighting for their picture. And their picture would not be built on a foundation of dead bodies.

"Relax. I’ve already had the Bright Lions and the array masters from the Freedom Fighters work together to upgrade the isolation array formations of all the cities under our control, basically all the cities in the southern part of this region, as a precaution against the Supreme Leader’s undead card apprentices. The upgraded barriers are SSS-rank. They can hold for half a minute, even if that sun is dropped directly on them. This is nothing."

I hurriedly calmed the Field Marshal, assuring her that the surrounding cities were safe. Fortunately, I had the foresight to prepare for the Supreme Leader, knowing he could exploit the cities’ isolation barriers to launch an attack with his legions of undead card apprentices.

Otherwise, who could have imagined that a devil would drop a mountain-sized white sun on them? Was that even physically possible—let alone something one could prepare for?

Even Corey wouldn’t attempt something so reckless. The moment she formed such an enormous sun, it would swallow her before anything else in its path. Yet Peyote had done it, that too without a burn to show for it. It was becoming clear that the rumors of him being capable of defeating ruler-class opponents, despite only being at the semi-ruler level, were not exaggerated but true.

"So, now what? Do we return or wait a little longer?" Corey asked the Field Marshal and me. Like me, she wanted to use the chaos to kill the Emissary of Light. No matter what, we couldn’t let him live.

After seeing how someone like Konjur had become so powerful through seemingly unlimited reserves of faith, we couldn’t afford to let the Emissary escape and leave behind a seed of trouble—one that could grow into a catastrophe for us and the card world.

"We wait for Konjur to clear the battlefield with his faith, or for Peyote to recall his ability once he realizes he has already killed Konjur—or that Konjur has fled. Either way, we wait."

The Field Marshal spoke with quiet certainty. If civilian lives were not at stake, they could afford to let the two giants clash and exhaust each other before they moved in for the kill. Her reasoning wasn’t wrong—but in this case, one of them was simply too strong for the other. Unless Peyote had any other ace up his sleeve the winner was obvious.

After waiting for a while, I signaled Corey to take us back, only to find that what remained of the divine domain—already torn apart by Peyote—had been burned away, along with everything within a hundred-mile radius, despite the raging blood storm. However, the sun was nowhere to be seen, nor were Konjur and the Emissary of Light.

How long had we been in the void? Have they already left? And who had won? Where’s everybody?

Just then, a loud explosion echoed from above. It turned out they had taken the fight above the blood rule storm. The reason was obvious.