Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 193 Let Me Handle This...

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Her fingers dug into her armrest in anger as she shot Cuban death stares.

Cuban suddenly felt her stare and turned to her. 

He gave her a smile that looked apologetic of the situation as he understood what Lenny had just done.

However, that smile only made Lady Hanger believe that he was gloating.

Back in the Dungeon, Lenny had appeared just when the Devils had began their advance.

Meanwhile, the Dungeon vibrated ceaselessly. Just as Coco had told him, the place was collapsing.

Rocks fell from above.

Considering how deep in the ground they were, staying here was same as dying.

However, every one of them knew that the moment they turned their backs to run, these devils were going to launch at them like Hobos on a left over pizza in the trash.

The earth shook from the falling Stalactites prompting some bold devils to still rush forward.

However, before alenny went for it, C888 came down at it with his sword, cleaving it's head out of it's neck.

A222 looked around, "they are many. Can we even handle this much?"

"Oh ye of little faith. Catch!" Lenny threw the polland brief case for her.

She caught them immediately. 

Of course, this action made Manta on the poll wiggle in more pain, but no one cared about her at the moment.

What really puzzled A222 was the black case he threw over.

After all, just touching the case gave a cool but refreshing feeling to her senses.

It made her wonder what was inside. The thought that it must be the item that the Boss of the dungeon dropped after death crossed her mind, but now was not the time to dwell on it.

Lenny waved his other hand and another Katana appeared.

Just because he was at half strength did not mean that he had suddenly become useless.

With the sword on his left hand in a reverse grip position and the right in a forward attacking position, he took his stance for a fight.

'O Gasume' stance.

The moment he took his stance, the air about him seem to change.

It suddenly became misty, and it gave one the impression that he was a furnace burning the very air.

Lenny had not activated any of his other abilities, except of course, Perception, that helped with knowledge of his environment.

The devils suddenly took a few steps back from him.

But at the moment, Lenny had already prepared himself for a battle.

He was not of the idea of letting prey get away from him.

Lenny's muscles visibly taunted as he kicked against the ground, launching for the sheep before his eyes.

He landed right in their center.

Backing away from him was easy for these devils, but when he entered their center, it was a totally different story.

With their numbers, It was no surprise that the courage to rip him into two arose.

But soon, their bravery was only rewarded with endless slaughter.

Lenny moved like the wind through their ranks.

His blades were unforgiving with their touch, and every wave of the hand was like the stormy sea bashing and breaking into pirate ships that dared doubt it's strength.

Lenny was like a Lawnmower through a yard.

Everywhere he passed was cleanly trimmed of flesh.

With the smell of blood as a testament of his attention to a good job.

He was doing great, and C888 could not help but be motivated to join him.

Although his kills were not like Lenny's, they were not too bad.

At least, he was able to firmly hold his own, and as the Killing continued, he obviously got better.

Both of them waved their weapons ceaselessly and heads and limps fell.

Yet, the number of devils only seemed to be increasing.

It was as if a bee's hive had been poked and all the others had come out for revenge.

Even with Lenny's hard work, more still rushed at them.

A123 frowned. He was not as strong as Lenny, but as an A class Gladiator, he was not that weak.

However, just when he was about to join the fray, something suddenly dragged his attention.

*Cough! Cough!! Cough!!!*

He turned behind to A222.

She had just coughed loudly. Although she tried to hide it and cover her mouth, the blood leaking through the side was evidence that she was anything but well at the moment.

A123 changed his mind and rushed to check on her.

A222 was his woman. Harm to her was harm to his heart.

He took her hands in his own, and then he saw it.

The tip of her fingers had blacked.

Now that he looked properly, there were little black patches on her body.

He knew what this was. It was the same thing that happened to C888 when they were still in the lower level.

Corruption magic was getting to her.

"You over drafted on your powers. Why didn't you tell me?"

She gave him a weak smile, "they was no need to, and without my powers, we wouldn't have avoided a lot of devils and got here when we did."

A123 frowned.

What she said was true.

Lenny might have been in front, but A222 had been the Tracker leading them.

Her senses had always been on sharp alert for danger, even when they rested.

This was a huge toil on her Darkline magic, and now, she did not have enough to envelop her body and ward off chaos magic.

*Cough!* 

She coughed up some more blood.

A123's frown got deeper.

He held her hand tight. He did not want to let go.

There was no choice, he had to do that thing. 

It had been a long time since he did it, and even the Magistri forbid him from using it again, but right now, he had to.

After all, the Magistri had chosen each gladiator as a result of their special abilities.

He sighed as he called out, "D999, C888, Let me handle this..."