Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 590 Great Demon Power Houses Arrive 2



Just while Momoa was thinking about what to do, a person staggered into the arena.

It was Agnes. She also had her hands bloody. Except that her hands held her chest tightly. 

Her face was pale, and her uneven walking step showed that something was wrong. 

She even held the walls for support from time to time.

"Father!" She called out to Mr. Augustus as she staggard his way.

"My daughter, who hurt you!?" Mr. Augustus asked in a deafening tone. 

Even the clouds gathered at the rumble of his voice and anger and thunder echoed above, resonating with his voice.

As he said this, Agnes staggard and was about to fall over. However, an invisible hand seemed to grab her in thin air and then it floated up to Mr. Augustus. 

"Daughter, I You are hurt, and I do not sense your invitation stone in you." Mr. Augustus frowned. However, Agnes raised her hand weakly and pointed it at lady Vinegar.

No other explanation was needed for Mr. Augustus. The moment he turned to Momoa and saw the stone in his hand, the smile on his Dragon face became even uglier.

His eyes seemed as if they would shoot out balls of fire at his opponent. 

However, Momoa did not shy away from his gaze. After all, he too was a peak Great Demon powerhouse existence. He, too, had the power to shake the earth and turn the mountains.

The air suddenly became silent. Those in the arena held their breaths. Then again, most had been doing so since the moment Mr. Augustus arrived.

After all, the might and magic of a Great demon powerhouse were in the air, and it locked everything in place.

None could escape, even if they wanted to.

The Two Great Demon Powerhouses looked at one another, and the air seemed to have gotten colder.

It was as if a battle would break out at anytime. However, Mr Augustus suddenly burst into a laugh, "Not bad Momoa! Not Bad!! However, I am still ahead." 

The moment Mr Augustus said this, a group of men appeared from the shadows. All of them had black cloaks on with masks that looked like the face of a dragon to cover their faces. 

One of them walked forward and then he took a bow in front of Mr Augustus as he presented two stones to him. 

One was Yellow and the other one was indigo. 

"Two Invitation stones! HOW!?" Momoa stood from his seat with obvious surprise on his face. 

"HAHAHAHA!!!" Mr Augustus laughed as he explained...

This opportunity to get the Invitation stones from the Witches was one that he was not going to miss. 

After all, they were always hiding in their territories, and according to the Cosmic law, demons were not allowed in a Witches Territory. 

However, these witches overconfident of their power came out into the open to enjoy the once in a life time show of people contesting for the post of Alpha in the City of milk and Honey. 

They had been so carried away by the illusion of the peace that the city of milk and honey had been enjoying and their strength that they did not see the attack coming. 

For this particular mission to work, Mr Augustus even went out of his way to get help of the Baroness. He went out of his way to aske for help from Baroness Everbee, Governor of the Wandering City of Judas. 

As Mr Augustus chuckled lightly, it appeared above their heads. This was a Behemoth of incredible proportions. 

A hushed gasp swept through the onlookers as an ethereal city materialized above, floating among the clouds like a mirage. 

The City of Judas, known as the Wanderer, made its enigmatic appearance, its ghostly form eclipsing the moon and sending a shiver down the spines of those below.

The city, an apparition suspended in the heavens, seemed as tangible as a reflection in a mirror yet as elusive as a wisp of smoke. Its buildings, ethereal and translucent, shifted and danced like specters in the night. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, and an inexplicable chill settled upon the arena, making the very atmosphere thundral with an eerie anticipation.

Judas, the Wanderer, held a captivating beauty that defied the ordinary. Its floating spires, adorned with spectral lights that flickered like distant stars, painted a mesmerizing tapestry against the canvas of the night sky. The city's presence seemed to bend reality itself, casting a shadow that swallowed the very essence of the moonlight.

As Mr. Augustus's laughter subsided, the entire arena found itself caught between the jaws of fear and fascination. The giant dragon's eyes, once filled with mirth, now mirrored the uncertainty that swept through the crowd. The onlookers, bathed in the soft glow of the ethereal city, couldn't help but feel the tantalizing touch of the unknown.

 The air practically hummed with a supernatural energy, and the city's presence left an indelible mark on the collective imagination of those who stood below. 

The moon, momentarily eclipsed by the ghostly metropolis, seemed to bear witness to a cosmic dance that transcended mortal understanding.

A louder more Playful laughter came from the City above. It sounded like a girl giggling in the arms of her lover. 

Normally, such laughter should be sweet to the ears and relaxing to the heart.

However, it instantly made many in the crowd fall to the ground as they convulsed, bleeding from their orifices. 

Instantly, many died, and many more would have joined them if the earth below the dragon had not shone in the dark light of a rune carrying deep negative magic that absorbed the curse of the laughter.

"Who dares!?" Everbee's voice came from the ship above. 

The wind blew as yet another laugh rang out. However, this one did not carry with it the destruction of the last. 

"Come now, Baroness. Who else, if not me?"

Glenn stepped out...

(Author's note: Oh yes, its about to down and you all know it is)