Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny did not understand, but he looked below him.

There was a small pool of blood that flowed from his body.

This had happened while he tumbled on the ground.

Blood flowed from his mouth, eyes, nose, and out of his body like a rejection from him.

As if it all had a life of its own, it flowed like water as it formed a word on the ground.

“COME!”

That was all that was written, and almost as soon as it appeared, it suddenly turned into water vapor, a red color, and all that.

Instantly, it disappeared.

Lenny stood to his feet with much difficulty, but he discovered that he was too exhausted and sat back on the ground.

A sudden wave of exhaustion overcame him, and he instantly fainted.

“Mr Lenny! Mr Lenny!!” Tobi rushed to help him, and so did the other crew members.

Perseus stood up from the rocks he had smashed into.

He, too, rushed to check on Lenny.

However, Tobi looked at him in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” Perseus asked, checking his face to know if the same thing that happened to Lenny was about to happen to him.

However, Tobi pointed at his shoulder.

It was now that Perseus realized the problem.

Lenny’s hit had only been a casual one, but it had dislocated his shoulder right from the socket in a very abnormal manner.

“Oh! Thanks.” Perseus grabbed his shoulder, and with nerve-wrecking crunching sounds, it was popped back into place.

The sight of which made Tobi and the other crew members swallow hard balls of saliva.

“What are you guys staring at? Hurry, come help me take him back inside.”

Instantly, they did as he said as they rushed to carry him.

…

Meanwhile, in a land only far east from their current location, an army of men, women, children, and beasts, all undead, some being only bones, slowly made their way to a Magi town.

For this horde slowly making their way forward, this was the second Magi town they were going to attack.

This town, like most Magi towns, was a port and a school for teaching and training the Magi, the only opportunity that humans had to stand and fight in the unforgiving world that was called the post-apocalypse.

At this moment, the port was actually empty of pirate ships.

Pirates were self-preserving people.

No one would wait around for the possibility of death at the impeding arrival of an undead army.

However, that did not mean that the Magi were weak.

Magi needed time to cast most spells, but then again, zombies did not exactly move fast. 𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚕．𝚘𝚛𝚐

They had enough time to make practically impenetrable walls of iron and sand.

Deep pits filled with fuel extracted from mutated beasts were scattered around the high walls.

Since this town got the report that the horde of undead that took out the previous town was coming its way, plans were immediately put in place to ensure victory.

This town was called BEDROCK.

The Senior Magi in charge of this town was a woman known as Sarah.

Unlike Fang, Sarah was a Magi who had traded, signing a contract with a Nether creature for more power.

However, it resulted in the loss of her lower body.

From the waist up, there was a human, but from the waist down, there was the lower half of a giant spider.

She was dark-skinned and would have overall been considered beautiful if she did not have an inverted third eye right in the middle of her head.

Because of her half-human and half-giant spider look, she was not one who believed in the decency of clothes.

In fact, her entire upper body was as naked as her lower one, exposing a chest that was fresh, plump, and enticing, especially with every movement she made.

Whether it was humans, pirates, or Magi, many have lost their lives for mistakenly staring at her chest rather than her face.

Those that could not hold back the rise of their primal urges rather looked to the ground than have the gracious opportunity to be quickly visited by death.

Nevertheless, Sarah, like many Magi in charge of their own territory, was not one to allow harm to come to her home.

She even went ahead to seek the help of the demon family she was acquainted with.

At the moment, she stood at the high, broad walls that had been built in preparation for the impending assault.

These walls were just outside the town, allowing for the assistance of some special guests that stood at her side.

There were ten of them, all of whom were demons.

Their aura and presence were so fierce that the other Magis stayed a safe distance away from them.

After all, demons were people who acted according to their whims.

Only on arrival, one of the demons was feeling thirsty and decided to bite into the throat of a rank-one Magi, draining the unlucky fellow dry on the spot.

No one knew who the next unlucky victim would be.

And no one wanted the privilege.

Sarah turned to the head demon, a creature that looked like the forbidden amalgamation of a tiger and a chicken.

She bowed a bit to him—not too low, but enough—just okay to show respect.

After all, she was a senior Magi. This meant that she was equivalent to a deep-level demon in negative magic quantity.

And this demon was rank 6 in the lesser demon realm.

“I want to extend my thanks to Lord Augustus for sending aid in our time of need.” Sarah stated. However, as she raised her head, her face revealed her frown.

“However, I would advise that you cease touching the lives of my people again, I would not want my tongue to slip a spell that will hurt someone’s neck.” Her eyes darted to the fat demon still chewing the head of his kill.

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