Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 202 All I Did Was The Fireworks

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Lady Vinegar looked around.

"Clawed and Duncan are also not here!"

The daughter looked at the father, and the father, the daughter. 

Both of them arrived at the same conclusion in their minds.

Lady Vinegar then turned to the Orb. She frowned. Just as she had thought, the power in the Orb was not enough.

The stronger the soul of the kin, the better the technique they wanted to use could work.

However, amongst the souls captured, the strongest was Danny's.

Clawed rarely ever came out. This occasion was a rare opportunity to capture his Soul.

Momosa frowned as he turned to the Butler.

"Clawed and Duncan must have taken the boy and the Pheonix heart, find them!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The butler bowed, and then his body phased out if existence on the spot.

It was like he was never there in the first place.

Meanwhile, Cuban suddenly raised his head, and then turned in a particular direction.

A Slight smile stained the corner of his lips.

Others had not noticed, but Lady Vinegar had turned in his direction the moment her thoughts hung about one person.

She was worried.

But seeing Cuban's very faint side smile, her woman intuition was peaked.

The Magistri had instructed Lenny thay he wait and observe his environment well. 

And that the moment the opportunity presented itself, he would know.

Lenny was once a man that waited in the dark and killed for a living.

Being one of the most favorite instruments of death had its good qualities.

After all, even the slight turn of the head could be an opportunity to kill a person in the midst of a group of guards.

The opportunity that presented itself now was one like no other.

From the moment those big wings shadowed the ground, he had already placed the bronze box under his armpit.

The only reason he did not take the Fallen feathers as he fled was because as very important items, the attention of the Arena masters, the butler, and even Lady Vinegar was fixed on it.

It did not mean that their attention was no longer on the bronze box, but it had shifted significantly.

This was a subconscious psychological process of the mind where one's attention shifts to the most important item or problem.

This made for a good distraction thieves in his former life used a lot.

A sharp brush on the shoulder as they passed and the targets mind would be drawn to the hit forgetting about their wallets.

It was a little something like that except at a much wider scale, and Lenny was using another person as the distraction tool.

Besides, he had already drained the power from the Angel Feathers.

The power they had now was just about ten percent of the original.

Lenny had found an open door, and slipped through it.

He moved through the Arena walls like a spider.

The door he followed was one of the passageways his mind had found while walking up the podium.

It was just at the right angle and using his perception ability that let him know the large expanse of the place and passages to follow, he was right on track.

Never stopping for even a single second.

He even activated his ability WILL.

WILL allowed him to move with incredible precision and aim for the target.

Every cell of his body working towards his speed and efficiency to the goal.

Even when Momosa spread out his Aura and presence, Lenny's body automatically activated his white flame that burned lowly about his body.

Momosa might have been a Great demon, but Lenny had the inheritance of the Morningstar.

Pressure from presence was not enough to quench the white flames.

All of this was in effort to get to the Hanger as fast as possible.

Lenny knew better than anyone what he was attempting.

This was rebellion against everything those demons in the Arena stood for.

But worse of all, this was Rebellion against Cuban.

Lenny was swift with his moves.

Where he needed to hide because of the number if the guards, he did.

Where he needed to or found an opportunity to kill, he also did.

Displaying the vast blessings that being aan of the shadow world had to offer.

Most of his kills were not of the fancy type.

They were very straight to the point.

By now, he already knew afair bit about the inner anotomy of demons.

Of course, this differed from demon to demon, it was still easy to use his perception ability on them and predict the most effective murder point.

Their deaths were as quiet as the silent steps of a cat's walk.

This Arena was huge, but that would not be an excuse.

Since he had already gone against them all, then he was going to continue onward until the very end.

This job would have been easier if he was on full strength.

Unfortunately, he was not, and that was why he used WILL.

In fact, he thought of also using Rabid Dog, but he dismissed the idea immediately.

That ability was better suited for fighting.

Finally, he reached the exit.

He was elated.

Things had gone better than he had hoped.

Behind the Arena was the Hanger.

It was very large.

This was the place Cuban and Basit had first made their deal, and where Lenny had skinned a gladiator like he was peeling out sticky gum from the ground.

Just as they had planned, the Magistri was already here.

He stood besides the aircraft they had come with.

The moment he saw Lenny he smiled.

Lenny too had a smile on his face, however, he noticed the Magistri's smile was a bit too much.

"Incredible," the Magistri commented, "you actually managed to make it with just that distraction? I see that I really underestimated you."

Those words made Lenny pause a bit, "wait a minute. What do you mean by 'Actually'?"

Lenny's quick mind made calculations in his head.

"Wait! Was that Guy with the wings and oppressive might not your partner or something?"

"Which guy?" The Magistri looked at him with a brow up, "all I did was the fireworks."