Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 603 The Battle Begins 2

As Lenny hastily retreated through the portal, a burst of enraged strength propelled the Primordial Beast to unleash a searing blast of blue energy in his direction. 

Through sheer luck or perhaps a fraction of the Whistle Horn's residual magic, Lenny managed to evade the lethal onslaught. Yet, the escape didn't come without a cost.

Upon returning to the Arena, Lenny, in a swift descent, collided with the ground. An unsettling odor of roasted meat filled the air, and to his dismay, Lenny discovered the source—it was him. 

The blast from the Primordial Beast had disintegrated his left hand, leaving only charred remnants all the way to his shoulder. "Shit!" he cursed, the pain echoing in his exclamation.

However, the gravity of Lenny's personal predicament took a backseat as he surveyed the chaotic scene in the Arena. 

The formidable dragon, Mr. Augustus, loomed with unrestrained power, a looming threat from the royal Abbadon family. Governor Momoa, a force to be reckoned with, added to the mounting challenges. Above them all, the ethereal city in the sky, a floating enigma named Judas, cast an ominous shadow.

Lenny, nursing his own wounds, realized that the battles in the Arena were far from over. The air buzzed with tension as adversaries from different corners converged, and the scent of impending conflict hung heavy in the arena. In the face of these formidable foes, Lenny knew that his journey was far from its conclusion.

As the clash between the Primordial Beast and Mr. Augustus unfolded, a fierce exchange of energies played out in the Arena. Mr. Augustus, the formidable dragon, unleashed a counterblast to defend against the Primordial Beast's assault.

 In the tumult of the battle, two precious gems, the Invitation Stones—one indigo and the other yellow—were dislodged and tumbled to the ground.

Amidst the chaos, Lenny, nursing the consequences of his encounter with the Primordial Beast, noticed one of the stones rolling towards his side. The significance of these gems, keys to untold powers and dimensions, wasn't lost on him. However, in the blink of an eye, another formidable presence entered the fray.

Governor Momoa, a Great Demon of staggering proportions, moved with unparalleled speed, akin to the wind itself. 

His singular goal was clear—the coveted Invitation Stones. As the indigo and yellow gems lay tantalizingly within reach, a race against time unfolded in the Arena, with adversaries vying for control over these mysterious artifacts that held the potential to shift the course of their otherworldly battles.

In the midst of the Arena's tumultuous clash, the indigo and yellow hues of the Invitation Stones glimmered on the ground, their significance known only to those versed in the arcane intricacies of the otherworldly battles that unfolded.

 Governor Momoa wasted no time in seizing the opportunity presented by the fallen gems. His movements were swift, a testament to his demonic prowess, as he snatched the first Invitation Stone from the ground with an almost instinctive precision.

However, before Governor Momoa could secure the second stone, a thunderous roar reverberated through the Arena. The source of the disturbance was none other than Mr. Augustus, the dragon.

 The colossal creature, with wings spread wide and scales gleaming, took notice of Governor Momoa's audacious move.

"You dare!?" Mr. Augustus roared, his voice echoing through the Arena like a declaration of war. Without hesitation, the dragon swung his tail with incredible force, and with it came a surge of energy that crackled in the air. 

Governor Momoa, recognizing the imminent threat, reacted with astonishing speed. Raising his hand, adorned with demonic sigils, he created a barrier to defend against the impending attack.

BOOM!

 The collision between Mr. Augustus's tail and Governor Momoa's defensive barrier unleashed a cataclysmic explosion. The shockwave rippled in all directions, a tempest of raw energy that swept through the Arena and beyond. The force of the blast was devastating, practically obliterating the section of the Arena behind Governor Momoa. The destructive wave extended its reach, leaving a trail of destruction in a significant portion of the city of milk and honey.

Despite the apparent chaos and devastation, Governor Momoa emerged from the explosive maelstrom relatively unscathed. His defensive prowess had proven effective against the formidable might of Mr. Augustus. The Great Demon stood amidst the aftermath, a testament to his resilience and command over demonic energies.

Yet, in the midst of this turbulent dance between titanic forces, Lenny, ever cunning and audacious, saw an opportunity.

 Recognizing the risks involved, he rolled to his side with a speed that defied the chaos around him. The other Invitation stone, untouched by the explosive confrontation, lay within his reach.

Seizing the moment, Lenny, with a daring calculated move, retrieved the second invitation stone. With a deft motion, he used his mouth to pick it up, swallowing it whole. 

The indigo and yellow gems, now in the possession of Governor Momoa and Lenny, pulsed with an otherworldly energy that resonated with the unfolding events in the Arena.

As the tumultuous events unfolded in the Arena, a sudden rupture tore through the fabric of reality itself. 

The portal, previously a conduit for Lenny's entrance into this world, exploded open with a force that sent shockwaves reverberating through the air. In an instant, a torrent of water surged forth from the breach, an elemental deluge that heralded the return of the Primordial Beast.

The waters cascaded into the world with unrelenting power, carrying with them the imposing figure of the Primordial Beast. Roaring with a feral anger that echoed through the very soul, the aquatic behemoth emerged from the portal like a force of nature unleashed. Its colossal form, adorned with tentacles that writhed like serpentine dancers, struck a fearsome silhouette against the tumultuous backdrop.

Lenny, who moments ago had seized the precious gemstone and witnessed the explosive clash between Mr. Augustus and Governor Momoa, now faced a new and imminent threat. As the floodwaters encroached, the danger level etched itself onto Lenny's visage. The realization of the Primordial Beast's return brought a shadow to his features, a reflection of the formidable adversary that had once challenged him.

The Arena, now transformed into a battleground of epic proportions, echoed with the primal fury of the elements. The clash of water against stone, the deafening roars of both Primordial Beast and dragon, and the undercurrent of magical energies intermingled in a symphony of chaos.

Lenny, caught between the remnants of the explosive confrontation and the impending arrival of the Primordial Beast, stood at the nexus of a converging storm. His expression, a blend of determination and trepidation, mirrored the gravity of the situation. The danger was not merely symbolic but a tangible force that surged around him, threatening to reshape the very landscape of the Arena.

In the face of this elemental onslaught, Lenny's strategic mind raced. The gemstone nestled within him pulsated with an otherworldly glow, a beacon of potential amidst the encroaching turmoil. The stakes had been raised, and the liberator found himself standing against the convergence of colossal forces that sought to reshape the very fabric of their reality....