Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 618 Host has reached the...

Lenny, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught, was left in a state of confusion. His attempt to communicate with Anguis had seemingly fallen short as he was at a temporal loss for what to say, and the serpents' harsh judgments echoed in the void. 

The resounding declarations of "Unworthy!" and "Devour!" reverberated through the emptiness, sending shivers down Lenny's spine.

Reacting on instinct, Lenny tried to evade the serpents' onslaught. However, Steal, with its ominous intent, surged forward with the intention of swallowing him whole. 

Swiftly, Lenny managed to move his head away from the impending threat, narrowly avoiding the jaws of the serpent.

Yet, the danger was far from over. Destroy, in a sinister display of its power, elongated itself and wrapped around Lenny with a relentless grip. 

The constricting pressure intensified, causing Lenny to gasp in pain. Blood trickled from his mouth, a testament to the internal injuries that still plagued him. The combination of the serpent's crushing force and Lenny's weakened state created a deadly cocktail, threatening to break his bones and crush his spirit.

As Lenny struggled within the suffocating embrace of Destroy, he realized the precariousness of his situation. The void, once indifferent, now seemed to close in on him with an oppressive weight. The outcome hung in the balance, and Lenny faced the daunting challenge of freeing himself from the clutches of the serpent.

As Kill, the serpent named for its purpose, prepared to unleash its destructive power, the atmosphere within the void shifted. The serpent's mouth opened wide, revealing menacing fangs dripping with red cosmic energy. The gathered energy crackled and hummed, creating an otherworldly glow that bathed the surroundings in an eerie light.

<Alert: Cosmic LAW sensed. DEATH EMINENT!> The Satan system screamed its alerts.

Lenny, sensing the impending danger, swiftly moved Anguis to the right just in the nick of time. As Kill released the gathered energy, it surged forth like venom, tearing through the void with a force that defied comprehension. The unleashed power was akin to a sonic boom, a resonating shockwave that cut through the fabric of the void itself.

The void responded violently to the release of such extraordinary energy. It convulsed, creating an opening as if attempting to expel Lenny and the holy tool, Anguis. 

Lenny found himself forcibly propelled through this newfound tear in the fabric of existence, the void seemingly rejecting his presence alongside the potent artifact.

The journey through the void was disorienting, akin to being caught in the violent throes of a cosmic storm. The torn edges of the void fluttered and undulated, attempting to close the breach caused by Kill's devastating attack. Lenny, now navigating through the chaos, clutched Anguis tightly, his senses overwhelmed by the tumultuous forces at play. 

The very nature of the void seemed to reject the intrusion caused by Anguis and its wielder.

As Lenny hurtled through this surreal passage, uncertainty loomed. The void, once a place of dark tranquility, had become a battleground.

Lenny found himself expelled from the void, violently crashing onto an unfamiliar terrain. The darkness beneath him was thick and formless, like a morass of shadowy miasma that served as the ground in this desolate place. The impact of his landing was less than graceful, exacerbated by the fact that he lacked the lower part of his legs, rendering him unable to execute a proper landing.

Even as he tumbled on this enigmatic ground, the serpents of Anguis remained undeterred in their pursuit. 

Their ethereal forms seemed unaffected by the chaotic transition, their predatory instincts unwavering. Despite the disorientation caused by his abrupt arrival, Lenny recognized the immediate threat the serpents posed.

"Screw this!" Lenny exclaimed with frustration as he hastily willed Anguis back into his storage unit. The holy tool disappeared with a low hum, returning to the protective confines of its dimensional space. 

Lenny, now free from the imminent danger posed by the serpents, took a moment to assess his surroundings.

The desolate landscape stretched out in all directions, a seemingly infinite expanse of dark miasma. There was no discernible light source, and the air hung heavy with an oppressive stillness. It was a place devoid of life, where the very essence of existence felt muted and distant.

As Lenny attempted to regain his bearings, the absence of his lower limbs became acutely apparent. The pain, both physical and emotional, surged through him. 

The void had not only stripped him of his direction but also left its mark on his physical form. His inability to land gracefully underscored the severity of the situation.

Alone in this ominous realm, Lenny faced the daunting challenge of navigating through the unknown. He was left to grapple with the uncertainty of his circumstances.

His next steps, both figurative and literal, held the weight of profound significance. 

Lenny, weakened and battered, continued to cough up mouthfuls of blood, a disconcerting mixture of his life essence and internal injuries. 

His health points (HP) were perilously low, leaving him vulnerable to even the slightest threat. 

The severity of his condition was evident — a human with a marginally stronger punch could easily deliver a fatal blow.

Despite the dire circumstances, Lenny persevered. He was thrust into an unknown realm, surrounded by an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into his very being. The specter of death loomed, a constant companion at the edge of his consciousness. Yet, in the face of uncertainty, he clung to the tenacity that had seen him through countless trials.

Realizing the urgent need for recovery, Lenny summoned the core he had extracted from the Primordial beast. The pulsating energy within the core glowed in his hands, a beacon of vitality amidst the shadows. With a determined wave of his hand, Lenny harnessed the arcane power within the core, intending to channel its rejuvenating energy to mend his battered body.

The essence of the Primordial beast's core responded to Lenny's command. As the energy enveloped him, he felt the restorative power coursing through his veins. The wounds that marred his form gradually began to heal, the magical energy knitting together torn flesh and revitalizing damaged organs. 

The darkness that clung to him, both external and internal, recoiled in the face of the rejuvenating force.

Yet, even as the healing process unfolded, Lenny remained vigilant. The unknown realm he found himself in held myriad uncertainties, and he couldn't afford to lower his guard. The spectral echoes of the void lingered, reminding him that survival required more than physical resilience — it demanded an acute awareness of the ever-shifting tides of existence.

As the healing continued, Lenny cast a wary gaze into the boundless darkness that surrounded him. The realm itself seemed to respond to his presence, a testament to the interconnected nature of magic and the arcane. 

It was only now that lenny realized that the air was very very cold. In fact, it was so cold that the energy that coursed through his body was not only healing him but also fighting against frostbites. 

But this should not be so. After all, he was still a Deep Demon ranked existence. However, it was.

Lenny suddenly looked at the system and then he saw it.

<Host as reached the NETHER REALM>