Devil Slave (Satan system)



Their battle continued with both Lenny and Riff stoning each other with punches that threatened to break the very fabric of space.

However, this couldn't be helped. imperilment was a subspace after all. The cosmic laws that held true in this plane were not as strong as those in the Eight Earth.

it actually couldn't be helped. 

Besides, the only way that the cosmic laws in the plane could advance was if an indigene of the plane were to advance and become a Great Demon level existence. 

The fight between Lenny and Riff was practically a natural disaster. 

Every hit was a testament to this. breaking the earth below as the speed and force of their attacks made them suspend in mid air. 

Trees were reduced to dust. Floating islands were brought down and even rivers were not exempted from the destruction as the heat from Lenny's flames practically evaporated them. 

The natural habitat for this plane had been disrupted and without a doubt, it was going to be a very long time before it was going to recover. 

But this battle was not all that many thought it to be. 

Although it was riff that initiated the physical bout, deciding to use his fist to settle this. However, he was losing badly. 

Riff was bigger than Lenny in size and this was naturally an advantage in battle. However, this advantage proved very useless in the fight. 

Lenny's agility was far more than Riff's. 

This meant that his speed and his ability to easily dodge and land effective attacks on Riff's body were easier. 

Lenny himself exiled in martial arts and was not scared of the physical confrontation. 

To add to this, he activated WILL. This was the first time he was using the new WILL. 

The former WiLL only allowed him to concentrate his full attention on one task at a time. However, the new Will allowed him to partake in more than one task at a time. 

Right now, Lenny did two things at a time. the first was to weave runes with one hand, and the second was to attack Riff as hard as physically possible. 

However, Lenny was not just attacking. he was being very intentional with his attacks. 

He continually attacked the major muscles in Riff's body. his aim was to weaken the muscles by bombarding them with external stress.

the reason for this was that he could see that Riff's True name and mutation were slowly taking charge.

Although it looked like Lenny was wining, the longer that the fight progressed, the lower Lenny's chance of actually coming out victorious.

After all, Riff's anger allowed him to get stronger the longer the fight progressed. 

There was also the fact that the atmosphere around Riff's body got sharper as time progressed. 

It was as if Riff was sinking deeper into an ocean of swords to protect him. 

The only way Lenny could actually keep up with this was the usage of his Magic.

he bombarded the entire area continually with a lot of magic. Burning the air and obstructing Riff as he weaved the Cosmic energy in the air into blades. 

Lenny quickly noticed that Riff seemed to be getting bigger as time progressed forward. his size continually increased. This made him frown and he increased his own attacks too. he had to finish this while he still had the upper hand. 

Their seismic battle raged on. 

And the crowd back in the Arena screamed in joy at this. 

Meanwhile, a group of people, ten in number, and wearing robes that covered their faces reached the door to a particular VIP room. 

Normally, once a person has occupied a room, one should not be able to open it without the permission of the person within.

However, one of these men stepped forward, and using blood from a little bottle, he drew a Rune symbol that glowed in a red light on the door. 

Immediately, a loud BANG was heard within the room and then the door melted open. 

The men immediately rushed into the room and then with a wave of the hang, the door sealed. 

"Hey!!! who are you people!? Do you know who I am? How dare you invade my VIP booth. I'll kill you all!

HUH! What happened to my magic. My magic is gone!!!"

*SLUSH!* 

A blade was used to forever silence the person by slicing off the throat. 

"Is this the last person?" one of the men in robes asked another.

"No! We still have two more. One of them is a Great level negative magic user. A witch! And the second has the daughter of our lord in it." 

"Hmmm! No one should touch the room with our lord's daughter in it. He will have our heads if harm comes to her. But we can deal with the second one." 

All the people in robes nodded at one another.

"But the other person she is with is a daughter of a Great demon existence. We should use this opportunity and get rid of her!"

"If only it was that simple. The curse blood our lord gave us will not discriminate between the two of them and will temporarily wash both their magic away. Even if we accomplish our aim. We will not be forgiven for such a crime!"

Once more, the men nodded their heads at this thought.

"let's just proceed as earlier planned!"

Immediately they all rushed out of the room. As they did, the door materialized once more, appearing as if nothing had happened

Meanwhile such a thing had been happening all around the Arena with no one knowing about it. All the VIP booths had been visited and a massacre was taking place. 

The Werewolves had their hands filled. Unless those protecting major areas like where the elders were, all the others had rushed to the battlefield. 

This Arena could not have been any more vulnerable than it was right now.

All the important men and women that had come from afar. People that would normally have been a hard challenge to be taken down and even harder if they had combined their strengths were all slaughtered like livestock. 

The worse part of it all was the fact that demons were not allowed into the City of milk and Honey. This meant that only Half borns and Human Witches or Magi came for this event. 

these were the people still holding the touch for humanity, their death was basically the end of man kind. 

The cosmic rule did not permit demons to enter a witch's domain, but it never said anything about not killing a witch. 

Normally, these witches and magi would rather stay in their Domains where it was safe. however, invitation to such a momentous event like the Alpha Selection Tournament was something they could not miss. 

Besides, it also served as a kind of interesting distraction in this boring bland world. 

The City of Milk and Honey had always been known to be a very safe place. None of them was aware that this safety was only an illusion. 

This attack had been planned with incredible meticulousness. 

It had also been very silent.

The robed men finally got to yet another door. This was going to be the last stop of the assassination. 

The VIP enjoying the privacy of this particular room was none other Glenn herself. 

The robed men did the same thing as they had always done, drawing the Rune on the door. 

A bang sound was heard from within.

Afterwards, the door was melted away and they rushed in. 

However, the moment that they did, Muffled sounds and screams were heard. 

But almost immediately, the screams died down. 

Blood flowed gentle out of the room.

However, a long tongue with little spikes on it came out of the room and then like a mop, it soaked up the blood that had trailed out, leaking it all up like nothing had ever been there. 

The Door that had dissolved slowly materialized once more, sealing up the room.

While Blood ran in secret in the Arena, it ran even more boldly outside the City of milk and Honey.

the lives of the Werewolves fell one after the other. 

They had already realized by now that it was a trap. They had been deceived to think that they was a free passage to get in and kill the Commander of the Undead. 

However, the moment they charged through, seeking to take advantage of this opportunity, they discovered that they had been fooled. 

It was all a trap. 

The undead army encircled them. These were Giant Shadow Werewolves. Their strength was in two things. Firstly, their numbers and secondly in their speed.

Both of which they were now at a disadvantage at.

They could not run through the bunched up crowd of undead and their numbers were quickly falling. 

"Help me Guard commander!" One Werewolf called for help as undead humans bite at his flesh, pulling him into their midst.

The Guard commander tried to help, pulling his fellow warrior by the Arm. 

However, the pull from the other side was fiercer.

"FUCK!!!" The Guard Commander cursed loudly...