Devil Slave (Satan system)



The Magistri could not believe what he had just heard.

He blinked several times and if he could, he would have removed his ears to wipe them clean before fixing them back on again.

"What did you say? You have a name?"

Lenny raised a brow at the Magistri like he was looking at a fool. 

"Of Course, I have a name! Shouldn't I have One?"

Lenny at this moment had totally forgotten what a name meant in the demon society. As far as he was concerned, it was a totally normal thing to have a name.

After all, Shouldn't everybody have one?

However, Lenny did not know that he had just created storms in the Magistri's heart.

It suddenly made sense to him why Lenny's growth was so rapid. 

If a Demon had a True name, the Possibilities were very endless. At least to the best of his knowledge, there were.

However, a new question rose in his heart, and he voiced it out immediately.

"Who named you? Is it from your Bloodline?" Although he asked those questions, many possibilities manifested in his head.

For example, he wondered if it was the Chimera Queen that had named Lenny.

Then again, even she did not have a name. It was totally impossible that she could name another. 

Or maybe it was some demon of incredible might living beneath, in the chimaera Caves that named him.

Many questions popped in his head and he dismissed them one after the other.

He could no longer hold his curiosity. From a demon's growth, it was easy to see how strong his master was. 

With Lenny's speed of growth, combined with his overconfidence, the Magistri was convinced without a doubt that the person that named Lenny might even be stronger than Cuban. 

As far as his limited mind was concerned, this person might as well be at least in the Great Demon realm.

Such thoughts made his blood hotter and he asked again, but in a more subtle tone to show that he was serious. 

"WHO NAMED YOU!?"

Lenny looked at the Magistri like he was looking at a fool. 

"Who the fuck do you think named me? My mother of course!"

Lenny said those words with Pride and confidence and even beat on his chest twice.

The Magistri's eye twitched a bit. 

Was Lenny making fun of him? How could he say that a weak F-class female that was used as a breeding tool was the reason for his True name.

The Magistri did not know that Lenny was not referring to his mother in this world but his mother in his former world. 

In this manner, even though these two were speaking the same language, true communication was not achieved. 

And the fact that Lenny was mocking him roused him to anger. It made his blood boil with rage and the hair on his skin stood in response to his annoyance.

"If you are not going to tell me, then I'll just rip it out of your mouth."

The Magistri had barely finished talking when Lenny noticed that blood oozing right out of his skin rushed forward.

Lenny instinctively leaned backwards to dodge the attack, and just in time too. 

An insane amount of blood rushed over his head.

However, as it did, it suddenly paused in mid-air, abnormally changing directions and rushing downwards right for his head.I think you should take a look at

"Shit!"

Lenny could not dodge in time. However, that did not mean that he was helpless. 

He willed the Black Shield he had gotten from the Devil Dungeon out of the storage and before his face. 

*BANG!*

The attack was successfully defended but both Lenny and his Black shield were smacked to the ground. 

~Uhh~ Lenny coughed out a mouth full of blood.

He had really underestimated the force of that attack. 

However, once beaten, twice shy.

Before the Magistri could strike him again, Lenny rolled out of the way, leaving the shield behind. 

*BANG!*

The Blood hit again. 

Lenny's eyes widened to saucers. 

The black shield had totally been deformed from that attack. 

It suddenly looked like it had seen hundreds of wars, and should be kept in a museum as an antique.

Lenny cracked a fake side smile. 

However, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

All the other Magistris could at most use a Blood whip or form weapons with their blood. 

This Magistri on the other hand was on a a whole different level. 

"You have only heard the name 'Blood Demon' before. i doubt you know what it truly means."

As the Magistri spoke, he slowly rose in the air. 

At this moment, Lenny understood the cultivation difference was truly large. 

The Magistri waved his hands, and blood from all around him rushed to his body. 

This was blood from the dead bodies of the Demons running rampant all around him. 

Blood left the bodies of the dead and rushed about the Magistri like a tidal wave. 

It was as if it all had a life of its own, twirling about him like a slow building up tornedo. 

When Lenny had planned for the destruction of the Arena, he had not factored this exact moment where the blood of the demons that had died as a result of his plot was going to empower his enemy. 

The Magistri floated in the air, elevated by the blood. 

It was a magnificent sight. one that Lenny had never seen before. 

Even A123 looked at this and wondered if this was going to be the end. 

The Corpses on the ground instantly became dried like mummies that had been dead for centuries. 

Evidently, It was not just the blood that the Magistri extorted from them, but also every liquid in their bodies.

The Magistri's body was all bloody, yet, it appeared as if none of all that blood could stain him. 

He looked at his hands and then slowly back at Lenny. Both pairs of eyes made strong contact, "You said your name is Lenny Tales, do you want that on your Grave stone...?"