Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 606 You won't eat for free

Amidst the chaotic clash in the Arena, Glenn's concern for Lenny grew with each passing moment. Her heart urged her to rush to his aid, her magical abilities yearning to be unleashed in the heat of battle. The Ruby Invitation stone around her neck, a source of restored magic, pulsed with energy, tempting her to intervene.

Yet, a glimpse at Lenny's determined expression held her back. His unyielding resolve, even in the face of adversity, conveyed a silent plea echoed through his lips, "Get Victor out of here!" The urgency in Lenny's repeated instructions resonated in the tumultuous echoes of the battlefield, reaching Glenn's ears with undeniable clarity.

This was her man, and Glenn sensed the gravity of his command. Despite the burning desire to lend her magical prowess to the ongoing conflict, she understood that Lenny's concern for Victor's safety surpassed any immediate assistance she could provide on the battlefield. She knew Lenny well enough to recognize that disobedience might unleash his anger, a force she considered more formidable than any magical spell. After all, such was love.

With a composed determination, Glenn raised her hands, adorned with the magic-infused Ruby Invitation stone. Drawing upon the newfound magic, a gift from the stone, she skillfully traced the intricate patterns of a transportation rune in the air. 

The knowledge of these spatial runes, conveyed to her by Lenny through a chart back when she was in her VIP box of the Arena, granted her the ability to create portals and manipulate space itself.

As the rune took form, a shimmering portal emerged, offering a passage to safety. Glenn's decision to prioritize Victor's escape spoke volumes of the intricate dynamics at play.

 Her mastery over spatial magic, coupled with the guidance received from Lenny, showcased the collaborative efforts shaping the narrative's magical elements.

After all, she was a very talented person with a bloodline that had been blessed by the Nether itself.

Amidst the swirling chaos of magical clashes and titanic battles in the Arena, Glenn's spatial runes formed a gateway, whisking Victor away to the sanctuary of her own domain. 

The spacial magic, although a powerful tool, exacted a toll on Glenn's reserves, leaving her feeling drained and weakened. The Ruby Invitation stone around her neck glowed dimly, having contributed to the successful execution of the intricate runes.

Meanwhile, the ongoing battle between the formidable demon powerhouses reached a crescendo. The shockwaves of their clashes reverberated through the Arena, yet Lenny miraculously endured. It wasn't mere chance; the great demons, aware of the precious gem lodged within Lenny's stomach, refrained from delivering a lethal blow. The gem, a critical piece in the unfolding events, shielded Lenny from the full extent of the destructive forces at play.

Despite the protective aura surrounding Lenny, the constant onslaught took its toll. His body, a battleground of pain, strained under the immense pressure. The auras of the great demons beat against him, weakening his magical defenses and draining his vital energy. Each wave of their power further diminished Lenny's magical reserves, leaving him vulnerable and exposed.

In the obscure corners of the Arena, hidden from the direct line of fire, Cuban, the Blood Demon, seized the opportune moment. His keen senses detected Lenny's diminishing magical prowess, a weakness that could be exploited. The arena echoed with the ferocious clashes of magical titans, yet amidst the tumult, Cuban moved with calculated precision.

Lenny, caught in the crossfire of celestial forces, felt the ebb and flow of his magic. It was a visceral experience as if his very essence was being wrung out. The once vibrant currents of magical energy within him started to wane, leaving behind an emptiness that mirrored the dwindling power around him.

As the magical currents left his body, Lenny's movements became sluggish, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. The pain, both physical and metaphysical, etched lines of exhaustion on his face. His once-adept command over magical forces now faltered, and the strains of battle wore him down.

In the midst of the chaotic battle, Cuban, the Blood Demon, took a decisive action. With a swift cut on his wrist, crimson blood spilled forth, coalescing into a mystical Rune that hung in the air. In a hushed whisper, he invoked a plea, "I'll be needing your help, cousin."

Simultaneously, high above in her ethereal fortress, Baroness Everbee, the ruler of the floating city of Judas, received Cuban's plea. From her vantage point, she had been observing the unfolding events in the Arena. Responding with a whisper carried by the winds of magic, she assured, "Of course, cousin! Anything for you!" Her words resonated with the blood Rune beside her, ready to heed the call.

In the heart of the turmoil, the Primordial Beast recognized the dire straits it was in. Stripped of its core, it faced imminent defeat at the hands of the formidable Great Demon entities. They sought not only to vanquish it but also to consume its body, absorbing its essence to augment their own power. The very notion of this consumption fueled the Primordial Beast's anger, despite its diminishing strength in the absence of the core.

Though weakened, the Primordial Beast harbored an ace up its sleeve. Despite losing power without its core, it possessed a latent force, a hidden reservoir of energy that could potentially turn the tide. The impending clash between the Great Demon entities and the defiant Primordial Beast set the stage for a dramatic confrontation, teetering on the brink of magical cataclysm.

"If you want to consume me so bad to climb to the Greater Demon Realm, then take it all!" roared the Primordial Beast, its defiant scream echoing through the chaotic arena. In a surge of determination, its tentacles lashed out, aiming to ensnare both the Dragon and Governor Momoa in its grasp.

Governor Momoa, with his smaller and more agile form, deftly dodged the oncoming tentacles, evading their grasp. However, the Dragon, with its colossal size, found itself ensnared by the Primordial Beast's relentless grip. As the tentacles coiled around the Dragon, the body of the Primordial Beast radiated a low blue light, signaling the commencement of a potent and enigmatic...