Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny could see that Cuban the blood demon was charging up on more power as he shed off the poison that had been attached to his body made entirely of blood. Lenny on the ground knew that if he did not act now, things were only going to get more difficult.

He looked at Victor at the other side and decided that it was best to keep the Werewolf in the fight. "Victor, catch!" Lenny threw the recovery potion at him. Victor instinctively caught it.

Even though he was tired, and could barely move, he still trusted Lenny.

At first, he was surprised at the sight of the recovery potion. However, he sniffed a bit, and then he smelled the medicinal properties of the recovery potion in his hands. it had a lot of life, and his weakened body was sensitive to it.

Without wasting time, he crushed the bottle into his mouth, downing the content. His eyes glowed in a bright yellow light as he felt the lost blood in his body recover and his strength rushing all over him.

The moment Victor felt the potent effects of the recovery potion course through his veins, a surge of vitality and strength flooded his body. The wounds that had marred his flesh began to knit together at an astonishing rate, the deep gashes sealing themselves as if time were rewinding on his injuries. His breathing, which had been labored and shallow from the exhaustion and pain, deepened and steadied, each inhalation infusing his muscles with renewed vigor.

The werewolf's once-dulled senses sharpened anew, the world around him coming into clearer focus. The scents of the battlefield, a mixture of blood, dust, and the unique signatures of friend and foe alike, filled his nostrils, reigniting his warrior spirit. Victor's eyes, now glowing a fierce, bright yellow, scanned the battlefield with a predator's precision, locking onto Cuban's form with a renewed determination to fight.

With a roar that echoed the resolve of a creature reborn, Victor pushed himself off the ground, muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. The recovery potion had not just healed his physical wounds; it had rekindled the fire in his heart, the unyielding spirit of a werewolf warrior ready to face down the darkness once more.

Lenny, observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a bit of relief united against a common foe that sought to drown their world in shadows.

As Victor charged back into the fray, his movements a blur of speed and power, Lenny prepared his own counterattack.

Lenny had helped Victor but he was still too weak to move. He had to source for a way of sustenance. Lenny did not want to use this Ace up his sleeve just yet, but he had to.

"COCO! you bastard, I know you are not yet dead. Give me authority to the remaining devils under your power and I'll get you revenge!"

Lenny had screamed those words. Coco still laid at the feet of the baroness, with bloody holes on his body.

However, he suddenly raised a finger, albeit weakly to the sky, and instantly, a red fiery portal opened up.

This surprised even the baroness. she had not thought that Coco was still alive.

But lenny had known this. He had known that Coco although very much hurt was still alive. This was ass a result of the Satan system.

Instantly, red fiery devils with bat wings rushed out of the portal like a swarm of bees. As they rushed forth, they rushed towards Lenny, surrounding his body.ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ Noᴠᴇlꜰire.nᴇt

Weakly, Lenny grabbed the neck of a devil, sinking his teeth into its neck. As he did this, he applied some pressure with his other hand and instantly, he snapped the neck even wider. The devil bat screeched and screamed in pain, but Lenny did not crae, ripping its head out of its neck to allow more blood rush out.

Like a shower, it poured all over his face and Lenny gobbled it all up. he even willed his cells open to allow the blood of the devil rush for him.

The sight of this was repulsive to look at. but at the same time, it was very interesting to watch. The baroness on her throne even paused as her eyes shone brightly, "interesting!" She added.

Victor was also surprised by this. After all, it was popular knowledge that devils had chaos magic, and the element of chaos was energy no one wanted to ever touch. Drinking it was a totally different matter.

But lenny was not a normal person, granted abilities that went against common sense, he did things that were beyond common sense.

After Lenny was done with that one, he grabbed yet another devil, doing the same thing.

Before anyone knew it, his body was completely covered in blood and his blue eyes shone in a low glow. He was not able to generate more cosmic energy, as that energy was produced by the cosmos and could only be taken into the body not produced by an individual.

However, He had restored his low blood count, and now, with coco handing over the authority of the devils that had been brought into the City to him, he had a lot to fight with.

After all, in this city, Blood was the currency.

Cuban saw this and he laughed heartily, "Good! Good!! Lenny Tales, now, we can fight from a point where i dont feel like I am cheating you."

The moment Cuban said those words, He smashed his axe against the ground as some of his blood fell from his red palm.

He spoke in a strange tongue. This language, Victor did not understand, but for some weird reason, the moment Lenny heard it, he understood it. After all, this was Bellsbabble, the language of demons.

This language sounded like the clanging of teeth in pain and anguish.

And then the land quaked and rumbled. It was as if the territory was responding to Cuban's words. It was at this moment that Victor noticed that the dry black sands was suddenly wet....