The Supreme Satanic System

Chapter 387 Unleasing Satanic Form Again

For the first time, Ashbee became serious, or at least he showed outwardly with his slightly frowning face as over ten thousand of Damien’s afterimages-slash-clones created from his lightning movement skill, dashed toward him like a swarm of ants from all directions. This was reasonable as each clone was sturdy enough to withstand a strong power and Ashbee needed to use all of his raw strength to take out each clone one at a time.

Ashbee raised the staff and infused an incredible amount of his lightning-based chi into it and started dancing; spinning, jumping, and singing a distinctive, more nasally ritual song in a tongue Damien didn’t have any clue about. Then within a second, he stuck the staff on the ground, released his hands, made a series of hand seals, and bellowed, “Beast Summoning Technique, activate!” He added, ” I, the new wielder of the Seven Heaven Striking Staff, offer my blood and thunder to summon ten thousand King Beasts.”

Just after that, he made another series of hand seals as a yellowish-looking intricate sigil in the shape of a pagoda materialized above his hands. He tossed it toward the standing staff. As if a divine guided the sigil, it dashed toward the tip of the staff and entered it, leaving a yellowish picture of the pagoda. The miniature pagoda ingrained in it started moving and the seven bangles moved as if an invisible string was pulling all of them with the pagoda as their center.

Shrik-shrike-shrike! The melodic voice of the seven Bangles chimed, and the strange thing was that those sounds struck toward a certain focal point in the air. From the focal point, a long black spatial tear manifested, and it kept opening.

This strange skill appalled Damien to halt all of his clones at his will at once. With those ten thousand clones, the real Damien mused, “It’s some kind of summoning technique. And ?it has a strong spatial power. Let’s see what is coming out of this black tear.” His words were directed at Cynthia.

“My dear Lord, I know you have a strong passion for challenging strong opponents. But the crux of the matter here is. Please, don’t forget our main mission for coming into this strange world,” stated, telepathically in his head, Cynthia reminded.

“I know,” Damien then witnessed a horde of beasts coming out from the black spatial tear. Many beasts, starting from reptilian wild lizards, snakes, crocs, and even land wildfires; foxes, wolves, lions, tigers, leopards, and most of the fiercest wild animals found on the earth joined the fray. Feeling dumbstruck, Damien asked, “Cynthia, scanned them and clarified for me if they were really the ones back on my home planet?”

After a pause, Cynthia responded, “Nope! They’ve got different mutant genes than those on the Earth. Still, I feared they shared the same ancestors though like the Dwarves here have with your human kinds.”

“Hmm, then I have to apprehend this dwarf then.” Responding, with a thought, Damien activated all of his clones again to dash toward Ashbee with no care for that horde of beasts landing on the ground nimbly.

As the horde of beasts descended scrambling over the rooftop and also across the dusty ground, Damien was on the move as he controlled all of his Lightning-based clones toward them. Immediately, a commotion ensued across the entire residence; roars of beasts and the bursting sound of the lightning clones clamored the entire chamber. Still holding the long staff, Ashbee studied the scene attentively, trying to understand his opponent and his fighting strategy. Well, he saw the real Damien walking toward him with his black katana.

Amidst the flurry, Ragnar, the King Of the Mountain Smashing Dwarf Kingdom materialized like a ghost and took away his son Zokaka as he didn’t want him to meet an unfortunate end just because of the fray.

“Mister Prime Minister, as gratitude for showing me such summoning skill, I’ll grant you swift death. Now, tell me, where did you summon those beasts?” asked Damien, closing the distance between them. 𝚘𝔳𝓵xt.𝓒𝗈𝓂

“I’ll be happy to, however before that can I catch the good name of Venerable Giant,” Ashbee responded, still in his nonchalant way.

“Damien Darhk of the Earth,” Damien removed the hood and the grotesque-looking mask, revealing his appearance. There was no point hiding his identity anymore as Ashbee had already learned that he was a stranger in this strange world.

“Hmm, mister Damien, did you know this world is not just one world but a co-jointed, forming from four worlds?” Ashbee inquired, expecting a surprise from him. “Oh, you already learned about it.”

“Certainly, I’ve come across the idea recently.”

“Then, it’ll be much easier to explain,” Ashbee continued. “Under my Staff’s summoning skill, I can summon any beasts branded by it from any spot on the four worlds.”

“Good, then let’s fight!” Damien flickered, appearing beside him and slashing horizontally. Ashbee blocked it by tugging his staff in front of him, “Deflect!” One bangle, attached to the tip of the staff chimed, deflecting a similar sword force toward the former.

Stepping with the Lightning Step Skill, Damien dodged it. Next, he tried stabbing and slicing from all angles, but Ashbee just used the same move ‘Deflect’ returning the same sword energies.

‘Argh! This skill is really a pain in my neck. Alright, I’ll release my Satanic Form.’ Damien uttered telepathically in his head.

Cynthia, who was the listener, spoke: “Told ya!” and she giggled.

With just a thought, Damien activated his First Satanic Form as it was getting pretty clear that a pair of golden horns protruded out from his forehead and his skin became tanner and tanner as a terrifying aura oozed out from his body; which quickly sealed back.

Far away from the top of a tower, King Ragnar and his son Zokaka focused their attention on the showdown between the real Damien and Ashbee. Seeing the new transformation of Damien, King Ragnar uttered, “Ah! He’s really strong. Maybe in the league with those old monsters of the Shadow Hunter Association.” The terrifying aura leaked out for a short moment which didn’t escape his eyes.

“Shadow Hunter Association!” Zokaka exclaimed in shock as the name was a legend and nobody had spotted any of their members until now. Curiously, he asked, “Dad, how do you know about them?”

“Because my great-grandpa and your great-great-grandpa Alexander is one of them.” (please, stay tuned!)