Devil Slave (Satan system)



"I want to extend my thanks to Lord Augustus for sending aid in our time of need." Sarah stated. However, as she raised her head, her face revealed her frown.

"However, I would advise that you cease touching the lives of my people again, I would not want my tongue to slip a spell that will hurt someone's neck." Her eyes darted to the fat demon still chewing the head of his kill.

The head demon stepped forward.

His eyes actively scanned her upper naked body, and he even leaked his lower lips.

"Of course, Sarah! Allow me, Hoji, to apologize on behalf of my subordinate's behavior. He has a bad habit of PICKING food off the ground."

Suddenly, he raised a hand, directly cupping one of her breasts and massaging it. "You know, I won't mind apologizing in a better way on his behalf. I do not mind a half-spider. I am sure that the lower half of you has at least one hole I could use."

Sarah's brows twitched in anger, but she held it back. If it was any other person who had tried to be so brazen with her, death after intense torture was as merciful as she could go.

However, these were demons. But not just that, they were demons that represented Lord Augustus, sending help to fight against the sudden horde of undead.

*Slap!* 

She smacked his hand from her chest. "I appreciate the offer, but even if I wanted to, I can't, remaining celibate is a part of my contract with the Nether Creature."

Hoji nodded. "Oh, I see. Then maybe after this battle, you'll be so kind as to entertain me and my subordinates for our hard work with some females!"

"And males!" One of the demons suddenly added.

Hoji smiled, "And males, some of my subordinates prefer men. You know, as a sign of thanks for our hard work."

Once more, Sarah's brows twitched.

However, patience and restraint were virtues she intentionally developed as a result of dealing with demons.

There was truly nothing she wanted more at the moment than to clear out this zombie horde.

She nodded. "Once we are done, I won't mind it."

Hoji gave a broad smile, revealing his claw-like teeth.

He chuckled as he turned towards the slowly approaching horde.

"Don't worry, Sarah. Our lord is very interested in the destruction of this horde. We don't know how it started, but we do know it was responsible for the death of Lord Augustus's son. We are here to avenge our young master!" 

Sarah nodded. "I heard something about that. So it is true! The Undead killed Lord Augustus last son on his journey through the desert."

Hoji nodded. "We believe it was also around that time that these hordes started. After all," he turned to her, "it started from that place. It started from 'Last Stand'."

Sarah understood his look at her.

After all, at her core, she was human. The mention of 'Last Stand' held particular significance to humans.

This was the place where the forces of the old world had their final battle against the forces of demons.

It is said that for these fights, hundreds of thousands of humans gave their lives.

It was the one time in history when human beings, regardless of nationality, race, tribe, or belief, banded together to defend their home.

It was too bad that it ended up being a slaughter. Human beings still lost in the end.

However, the fact remained that Last Stand was the home of the dead.

With the many years it took before bones decomposed to join the earth, those at Last Stand were plenty fit enough to cause trouble.

To make matters worse, every place the army of the undead passed resulted in the resurrection of those that had died in that area, and if any were not dead, the undead army would ensure that it joined its ranks in death.

This was called 'the waste land' for a reason.

There were a large number of corpses buried beneath these sands.

Some were humans, and most were mutated beasts.

All these, as much as they could move, were all added to the undead ranks.

Surely, the undead, which started at only over a few hundred thousand, had now climbed up to over a million.

This was not fighting strength that could be looked down upon.

Sarah stayed on the high walls as her eyes darted into the distance.

She had certain privileges as a result of her contract with the nether creature.

She could see a group of giant men devouring crabs and scorpions engaged in battle with the Undead.

These were creatures that lived beneath the sand. The rumbling from the advancing army most likely roused them from their peace.

Instantly, they attacked with pincers, mandibles, and even stingers.

However, it was of no use.

These undead armies were relentless in their attacks.

Most of them were made of just skeletons, but that did not in any way hinder their attacking power.

These undead creatures attacked with everything, from teeth to claws, swords, and axes; nothing stopped them as they approached.

Their eyes were gleaming in the purple, undead color of their rage.

Regardless of how the giant crabs and scorpions scattered through their ranks like domino tiles, they always got back up, advancing, mounting the scaly creatures, and hammering through their shells.

The mutated beasts tried as hard as they could; even eating the undead did not stop them.

It was at this point that Sarah realized a very vital problem.

These undead creatures had no fear.

Fear was essential for leaving creatures. It proposed a time to fight and a time to flee.

Naturally, against a force that was overwhelmingly strong, such as the giant mutated beasts, any living thing would eventually back off.

After all, they possessed the threat of death.

However, these undead did not fear death. Even if their bones were clasped into uneven parts,

Each part of their bodies seemed to have a life of its own in ceaseless attacks. Some body's parts moved and attacked even when detached.