Devil Slave (Satan system)



Meanwhile, back in the Arena, many demons were already frowning in anger.

It was just as Lenny had guessed.

Coco ensured that the final fight was not privileged to any other eyes but himself.

Of course, this was all done to hide his identity.

The demons back in the Arena were aware that Lenny, Manta, and Razor were the three that made it to the Boss Devil.

Of course, this brought excitement to their hearts.

However, the final battle to peak their excitement was denied them.

Unknown to them, the final battle had not occurred with the Half-borns against the Boss Devil, but against themselves.

Many frowned and complained. But they could do nothing, especially since neither the Arena masters nor the children of the Governor moved from their seats.

Just then, strange things started to happen.

The Devils were all of a sudden rushing for the twin metal doors.

Everyone knew that the only time the lower devils were brave enough to intrude on the location of a Boss in the Dungeon was when the Boss was dead.

These Devils were rushing to occupy the Boss's corpse, eat it, evolve, get stronger and fight each other for who would become the next boss.

Although it was a shame that they did not get to enjoy the last fight, another battle was definitely on its way.

Seeing the devils rushing for the gladiators waiting outside, the audience's excitement was roused once more.

"We are fucked!" C888 commented.

A222 rushed at the twin doors.

She beat and kicked at them, but there would not open.

"Shit! What the fuck are you doing in there, D999?"

"Whatever it is, it does not matter we have to face this lot of bastards on our own." A123 added.

Even though he said so, he really did not feel that way.

They were just too much devil's before their eyes.

They numbered in the several thousands.

They were not weak, but that did not mean that they could fight off this much.

However, what choice did they have?

Going back the way they came was not an option that presented itself, and neither was moving forward.

Meanwhile, A123 turned to A222 with a frown on his face.

He had a meaningful look in his eyes.

She stepped forward with a hand to his chest, "No! Don't do it. Unless we have no choice."

He nodded, "Let's hope that it doesn't get to that."

They brandished their weapons.

One or two impatient devils could not hold back and rushed at them.

With all fours on the ground as they moved, they had quite the explosive power.

Devil's were mostly a disgusting race to behold.

Regardless of the fact that they had mouths on possibly any part of their bodies, most were skinny like heavily malnourished people.

However, appearance when it came to this race was divinely misleading.

Only one of these devils would put a full grown lion to shame in a battle of strength.

In fact, in some cases, a hit would be enough to spilt the lion in unequal halves.

Their fingers were long and sharper than those of wild beasts.

*Roar!*

One of them opened it's abnormally shaped mouth on its chest as it longed forward.

Just then, one of the twin doors behind them blew out of it's hinges.

While the big heavy door itself shot through the air and crushed a few devils in the distance to death, A222 felt a gust of wind pass by her.

Her hair was caught in the wind, but even before he made his attack, her incredible senses knew that he was the one.

*Slash!*

That unfortunate devil was cut vertically in two equal halves.

Blood splashed everywhere.

Lenny's sudden appearance actually made the devils pause a bit.

After all, they were sensitive to danger and at the moment he appeared, he had a profound smell that made even them twitch.

A few of them either halted in their steps or took a step back.

"Come on now! I came back to play with you mother f**Ker's, and you just want to leave me had and no blow?"

Lenny chuckled loudly.

He had attacked just now with one hand.

In the other hand, he had a brief case, and a long poll made out of the the bones of a Half-born 

At the end of the long poll was the torso of a person.

Although the limbs were no longer there, from the continuous tearing eyes, it was obvious that this person was still alive. 

However, Lenny sealed her mouth shut with a bone so that she could not express the gravity of pain she felt in screams.

It was good to note that the Pain and Pleasure technique Lenny used on Manta was still effective.

Breathing was already hell for her. In this state, even a pinch addition of more suffering would feel like a mountain landed on her.

The sway of the poll in his hand was that pinch of suffering.

In all honesty, with that human flag in hand and his sword in the other, Lenny looked quite valiant.

The moment he appeared, all the eyes in the Arena were drawn to him.

Some of them like Lady Vinegar, Cuban and Clawed's were actually elated to see him.

However, it made some others fan with furry.

The first if whom was lady Hanger.

She could clearly see that the poll in Lenny's hand had her half born Magistri as the flag.

This was an utter disgrace to her name.

She could not help but look to Cuban in an ugly frown.

In her opinion, whatsoever Lenny was doing was as a result of orders from his Arena master.

Nobles, even the least of them were a prideful bunch.

At the moment, she could feel the eyes of some Arena masters on her.

Lenny disgracing Manta the way he did was the same as Cuban lifting her up on a flag pole.

After all, it was one thing to kill, and another thing to disgrace a demon.

The former was daily bread, but the latter was an insult on pride.