Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 728 Entering As A Slave

?Victor stopped in the air. As he did, so did the others.

They all paused as they looked to Victor. Victor smiled, "It would seem like we get an early children."

The moment he said this, the Werewolves all took a fighting stance in the air.

this was an army of Deep ranked Demon Werewolves. they were a force to be reckoned with.

It was cold, with mist and thick clouds in the air that made it a bit difficult for sight. However, the atmosphere eventually declared up as a gust of wind blew, revealing a horde of undead creatures floating in the air.

The fact that they were floating through the air was all the evidence that Luca needed to know that these were all creatures that were of the deep demon rank.

There were of different types. All of them with their eyes glowing in a bright purple light.

Many of them had weapons, and some of them had limbs hanging out as if they would fall off. However, they did not.

luca looked around, "there are so many Deep Demon rank creatures. They are not supposed to be this many."

Victor nodded, "It would seem like the Undead commander has been making babies too. And he even has a Bigger boy!" As victor said this, a blast of red cosmic magic came at him. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴoᴠel ꜰɪre.nᴇt

Victor bent his head to the side a little, dodging the attack.

He chuckled lightly as his hands rested on his back.

He looked into a mass of cloud, "Come on now, if daddy dead face sent you, you should at least introduce yourself."

As he said this, he waved his hand, clearing the cloud of smoke in the air.

Instantly, a figure no one was expecting appeared before their eyes.

Luca was speechless at this, "Governor Momoa!?"

Victor nodded, "who could have thought that even a great Demon existence would fall prey to the Undead commander's will!?"

victor shook his head, "Lenny really cut out a terrible part of this mission for us..." he smiled, "...makes it all the more fun."

His Obsidian claws snaked out of his fingers. "Children! Go Wild!"

*HOOOOWWWWLLLLL!!!*

The Werewolves howled as they rushed into battle.

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Meanwhile, lenny, and Allison, carrying jasper flew through the air into Waste land. "what are we doing here, my lord? Are you going to destroy the demons of the gladiator pit too?" Jasper asked. lenny nodded, "yes, but not yet! we are going to hitch a ride into the Town.

I need to know what I am dealing with. As he said this, Lenny waved his hands, recovering a particular stone from his storage unit. This was a magic stone with the symbol of a pirate ship on it.

This stone had been given to him a long time ago by Glenn. In case of emergencies. After all, this stone could summon a particular old friend. instantly, lenny infused the stone with his magic and then crushed it. The stone created a whirlpool of sandabove his head.

After a while, the whirlpool disappeared. Nothing happened for a while. And Allison and Jasper were confused as to what was happening. However, lenny only chuckled lightly, "Wait for him. he is only checking if it is safe to come." After a bit of more time it happened.

A rushing sound was heard as a little sand storm rose far off in the distance. Allison took a ready stance to fight. But lenny stopped her, "Don't worry! The Captain is an old friend." It was only now that she noticed that what was coming far off in the distance was actually a ship pulled by Six giant crocodiles the size of buses through the sand.

As the ship drew closer, the sight was both imposing and bizarre. The six massive crocodiles, their scales glistening in the dim light, powered through the sand with incredible speed, dragging the ship behind them. The ship itself was an impressive vessel, reminiscent of the pirate ships from ancient tales, complete with tattered sails and a weathered deck. It was a surreal sight in the desolate wasteland.

Standing at the helm was a figure as unique as his ship – Captain Crimson, a legendary pirate known to navigate the treacherous sands of the wasteland. His beard was as wild as the sands he sailed, and his eyes sparkled with the cunning and adventurous spirit of a true seafarer.

As the ship came to a halt before them, Captain Crimson descended from the deck, a wide grin spreading across his rugged face. "Lenny Tales, as I live and breathe! I knew one day you'd call upon this old Captain again," he bellowed, his voice carrying the roar of the stormy sands he enjoyed sailing.

Lenny smiled back, stepping forward to greet his old friend. "Captain Crimson, it's good to see you haven't lost your touch with these beasts," he said, nodding towards the giant crocodiles.

Crimson laughed heartily. "These beauties? They're the finest crew a captain could ask for in these barren lands. Now, what brings the great Lenny Tales and his companions to my domain?"

Lenny's expression turned serious. "We need to get into the demon town. from what i have learnt, Pirates have a soft spot in Cuban's heart, allowing your kind to roam the wasteland free of any master."

Understanding dawned in Crimson eyes. "Aye, Free we may seem, but we are also bind by our cages. that cursed demon Cuban has been a thorn in the side of all free folk. A few of me crew members even fell at them hands. Even the dwarf." He shook his head. "You have my ship and my aid, Lenny. We'll get you into town as stealthily as a ghost ship in the night. but you do know how this works right?" He licked his lips as he presented his fingers in a knowing gesture.

Lenny smiled as he waved his hands, presenting a chest. The Pirate immediately rushed to open the chest. It was filled with magic stones.

"Good! Good!! Now we have a deal. So how will you be entering the demon town?"

Lenny Chuckled, "How about Slaves?"

With that, Lenny, Allison, and Jasper boarded the ship. The crocodiles, sensing their captain's command, began to move once more, pulling the ship through the sands towards the town.

The journey was swift and silent, the ship gliding over the sands like a phantom. As they neared the town, the ship slowed to a near-crawl, moving with the stealth only Captain Crimson could command.

Lenny stood at the bow, his eyes scanning the horizon. He knew the next phase of the plan was going to be annoying. But like Captain Crimson said, "A thornin the side!" Besides, he had a resolve in his heart, he was ready to face whatever Cuban had in store.

As Captain Crimson's ship approached the demon town, the first thing that became evident was the stark contrast between the town's organized beauty and the oppressive atmosphere that hung over it. The town, under the control of demons, was a blend of haunting elegance and brutal tyranny.

The architecture of the buildings was a mix of Gothic and baroque styles, with towering spires and ornate facades that spoke of a rich, albeit dark, history.

The streets were paved with dark stones, polished to a shine, reflecting the eerie red and orange glows emanating from braziers and torches set along the paths. Every so often, statues of demons in various poses of power and dominance could be seen, looming over the inhabitants with a menacing grace.

Despite its beauty, the town was a place of despair for its human inhabitants. Humans, relegated to the status of slaves, moved through the streets with downcast eyes and hunched shoulders, their movements quick and purposeful, designed to avoid drawing attention. They wore tattered clothing, and their faces bore the marks of hardship and suffering.

The demons, in stark contrast, roamed freely and proudly, their powerful forms adorned in elaborate armors and rich fabrics, exuding authority and control.

As the ship neared the port, the true horror of the town revealed itself. The port was a chaotic and grisly scene. Human remains hung from hooks, a grotesque warning to all who entered of the consequences of defying the laws of this land. The air was thick with the smell of the sea mixed with a faint, unsettling scent of decay. Seagulls, more aggressive and larger than usual, circled overhead, their cries adding to the macabre ambiance of the port.

The docks themselves were in disarray, with broken planks and ropes littered around. The ships moored there were of various sizes and designs, but all shared a common feature: they bore the marks of battle and plunder, a testament to the violent life on these waters.

Lenny, Allison, and Jasper stood on the deck of Captain Crimson's ship, taking in the sight with a mix of horror and resolve.