Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 494 The Ambush from the Wild Purple Demons

A few hours ago...

As Victor, Moses, and Lenny stepped into the warehouse, certain fellows at different points, hidden at different angles away from normal eyes, tracked their movements.

"So that is him? The one master Cuban is willing to pay five hundred human-branded mark skins for," one of them whispered in a low, harsh tone to another.

"Hehehe!!! He looks soft and fragile. This will be real easy picking for us." Another one added.

"Yes! Let's just go out there now and kill him once and for all."

A few of them turned to one another and nodded. However, the individual leading them stopped them in their tracks, "We are demons, and even getting this close to the city of milk and honey is a dangerous feat. Outrightly causing chaos might invite the wrath of the Primordial Beast.

After all the information we gathered, we finally tracked Lenny Tales to this place. It would be prudent to do things from a more conservative point of view.

Besides, this Lenny Tales was responsible for the fall of an entire demon town. We would be wise to thread carefully."

One of the demons in hiding suddenly chuckled. "Boss, I think you are overthinking this simple mission a bit too much. I have a friend who happened to come from Waterfall City. He said that when they arrived at Town Droplet to aid Lord Cuban with Governor Momoa, they found the rank-one hell beast causing chaos in the city."

"Yes, I heard of that too!" Another demon added, "It does not make sense that a lowly half-born man, grown on a farm like the Arena, would be able to bring down an entire demon town on his own. Even if he had help from other Halfborns. Such a feat is just impossible. I refuse to believe it!"

Many of the demons nodded.

"Yes, it had to be the rank 1 Hell beast's doing." A bolder Demon declared, "That son of a bitch just got lucky, and now he even rides the wave of such a feat. It is no wonder he immediately rushed to hide in a witch's territory. If not for the cosmic pact, I would have tracked him down, fucked him, and fed on his pretty bones."

The boss demon could see the enthusiasm that the demons under him had, and it made him nod. However, he thought otherwise. After all, he had much more experience.

It was not hard to tell when a person was a dangerous man. Even Lenny's steps, in his eyes, were not normal.

He could see clearly that every step taken seemed to be very calculated and evened at a particular distance, with toes pointing at a particular angle.

To the untrained eye, it might not have been anything. However, Lenny's steps seemed too calculated. Even obstacles in his path, like potholes, mud, or shit, did not interrupt the pattern in which he moved.

Also, the sway of his body was very controlled. The boss demon was sure that if an attack came from Lenny's back, his current movement pattern would make it a walk in the park for him to dodge.

They had been tracking Lenny since they got information that he had entered Bitter Street, waiting for the perfect time to strike, and in this time, Lenny had not faulted even once in his walking pattern.

The boss demon could not help but imagine how exhausting it was to always walk like that, in an alert manner that allowed one to always be ready for a fight.

What he did not know was that for Lenny, it was as simple as breathing. Lenny did not even think of it as he moved. His body just knew what to do.

The boss demon had thought of taking the advice of the demons under him to attack, after all, he could not feel any energy emissions from Lenny.

However, common sense told him otherwise. After all, he had researched Lenny well before taking the mission. He did not believe that it was possible that a half-born who had conquered a devil dungeon did not have magic.

He decided to wait and see what would happen with the warehouse. After all, he only had to bring Lenny's head for the reward money.

What he did not know was that Lenny's passive ability, perception, grabbed information about his environment, and even though Lenny walked into the warehouse without looking back, he was already aware of not just their presence but also their conversation.

........

The flames of the warehouse burned high and well, bringing the torture house, which was its own hell hole, to its knees.

The scavenging mutated humans around them, who were of skin and bones, fled as far as possible from the flames. Lenny, on the other hand, remained to watch the crackling fire as the structure of the warehouse fell to the ground.

It was both a sad and a happy sight to see.

Sad because of the pain and suffering all those people had to go through, and happy because of the relief that they could now enjoy.

On this day, right here, Lenny could tell that he had done real good.

Although it was a drop in the bucket, it was still some good.

One step at a time, Lenny had sworn that he was going to cleanse the world of such evil.

While Moses and Victor desired to leave, Lenny did not. He passed the metal suitcase in his hand, containing Mr. Martin's head, to Moses, who was finding it a bit difficult to move.

"Lenny! Is there a problem?" Victor asked.

"No, it's not me that has the problem. Its them...!" Lenny frowned. "Or am I not right? Demons sent by Cuban for my head. Are you going to wait until I go back to the city, or would you prefer I make the waste land your grave?"

Immediately after Lenny said those words, there was suddenly an eerie laughter in the air...