Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 607 Suicide of a Great Demon Powerhouse

Instantly, Lenny got an Alert from The Satan System.

<Massive light Magic detected. Magic energy rising to critical might. Primordial beast is about commit suicide>

Those words took Lenny by surprise. He could see the look on the faces of all the Great Demon Powerhouses. Surely, they were all aware of the suicidal tendencies of the primordial beast.

At this time, lenny suddenly heard a whisper in his ears. It had come from the Primordial beast. Those words made his eyes glow with intelligence.

He could not believe that even though the primordial beast wante dto kill him only moments ago, it was revealing such a secret to him. This was most likely in an attempt not to lose it all.

For the primordial Beast, it rather sided with Lenny than allow the Great demons do as they desired.

Lenny understood this. With a determination from deep within his soul, Lenny decided to also use one of his Aces. After all, this was a great opportunity.

Lenny's left eye suddenly gleamed with a bright golden hue.

This was it, a manifestation of Lucifer Morningstar's living Eye.

As it formed, the unbelievable aura that it carried with it made all of the Great Demon houses to turn their heads in the direction of the one person considered to be an ant in their midst.

Even Baroness Everbee that had been peacefully sitting, watching what was happening below with a glass of wine in hand could not help but freeze in her seat. The Aura that came from Lenny was only a bit of the true power, but she was an existence slightly above the great Demon realm. She could feel the raw power, and it made her freeze as her glass of wine fell from her hand.

The mystical transformation occurred in tandem with the appearance of the Whistle Horn of the Hell Beast, a formidable artifact in Lenny's possession.

This was no ordinary wooden staff; it held the power to steal treasures. However, it could only be used once in a hundred years. However, Lenny, with the living Eye, was creating an incredible exception to that rule.

As the Living Eye glowed, so did the wooden staff, as it suddenly became rejuvenated.

The Primordial Beast, entwined with the Dragon and Governor Momoa, on the brink of triggering a cataclysmic explosion that would not only consume itself but potentially wreak havoc on everything in its vicinity also sensed the power from the Living Eye.

"Hahaha!!!" The Primordial beast chuckled to itself, "who could have thought that he was still hiding such power. So I was never destined to win in this game of power... but at least the boy can..." its voice faded, "...Please kill them all, Lenny! Save our HOME!"

The air crackled with tension as the impending detonation threatened to unleash unparalleled destruction.

The transformation of one of Lenny's eyes into a radiant golden hue signified a connection to Lucifer Morningstar's essence, an ancient force that stirred within him. The living Eye held secrets and power beyond mortal comprehension, and as Lenny harnessed its energy through the Whistle Horn, the battleground shifted in response.

The Dragon, caught in the grasp of the Primordial Beast's tentacles, seemed momentarily stunned by the unfolding events. The golden eye of Lenny bore into the Primordial Beast, a silent determination radiating from the depths of that mystical gaze. The stakes were high, and Lenny understood that the detonation of the Primordial Beast could tip the precarious balance of the battle.

As the Whistle Horn resonated with the primordial energies, Lenny's connection to Lucifer Morningstar grew more profound. The living Eye granted him insight into the intricate threads of the supernatural forces at play. It was a moment of fusion, where mortal and otherworldly energies converged in the hands of a being poised on the edge of destiny.

Lenny, despite the searing pain from his disintegrated limbs and the palpable fatigue that permeated his being, stood resolute. The staff in his hands acted as a conduit, channeling the cosmic resonance of the Whistle Horn.

The Dragon, sensing a shift in the tide, struggled against the tentacles ensnaring its colossal form. Governor Momoa, too, observed the unfolding events with a wary gaze. The battlefield, suspended in a delicate equilibrium, held its breath.

The explosion unleashed by the self-destructing Primordial Beast was nothing short of cataclysmic, a spectacle that transcended the boundaries of ordinary devastation. In an instant, a mushroom cloud billowed into the skies, its fiery tendrils licking the heavens in a chaotic dance of destruction.

The shockwave radiated outward with unstoppable force, a seismic pulse that traversed the landscape like an enraged titan awakening from a dormant slumber. The very air quivered with the unleashed energies, creating ripples visible even to the naked eye.

The wastelands bore witness to the tempest of flames that erupted from the epicenter, a conflagration that painted the horizon in hues of orange, red, and a searing white. The intense heat scorched the earth below, leaving behind a desolate imprint where life once dared to thrive.

The force of the explosion reverberated through the land, shaking the very foundations of the terrain. Mountains trembled, and valleys quaked as if the earth itself recoiled from the unleashed might. Debris and ash were cast into the air, creating a macabre ballet of destruction that danced with the howling winds.

Baroness Everbee, perched high in her floating city of Judas, felt the shockwave reverberate through the ghostly structure. With a swift and determined wave of her hands, she channeled her blood, an otherworldly substance, to create a protective barrier around her cousin, Cuban. The blood formed an ethereal shield, a crimson ward against the onslaught of devastation.

Simultaneously, Glenn, the resilient witch, weaved a tapestry of Negative magic runes that unfurled like a colossal net. This arcane lattice served as a protective cocoon for herself, Father Black, and the loyal dog nestled within their refuge. The runes crackled with energy, forming an impregnable barrier against the unleashed inferno.

As the shockwave surged across the wastelands, the very fabric of reality seemed to quiver. The echoes of the explosion resonated for miles, creating an ominous symphony that reverberated through the desolate expanse. The impact was not merely physical; it was a profound disruption, an upheaval that left an indelible mark on the scarred canvas of the wastelands.

In the aftermath of the explosion, a fiery tempest raged, consuming everything in its path. The flames danced in a macabre celebration, casting distorted shadows upon the ashen ground. The landscape, already marred by the trials of time, now bore witness to the profound transformation wrought by the self-immolation of the Primordial Beast.

lightsΝοvel.cοm The air, thick with the acrid scent of burning remnants, carried the weight of destruction as plumes of smoke billowed into the skies. However, it was not yet over.

Lenny's Left eye suddenly went back to normal. As it did, a figure suddenly appeared before him with a bloody formed knife. It was Cuban. Immediately, he stabbed down for Lenny's heart....

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