Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 543 Battle of the ladies

Chapter 543 Battle of the ladies

"You are late!" A voice echoed the moment he stepped out of the Portal.

lenny was back into Imperilment. 

It took a while for his body to adapt to the atmosphere of the place. After all, he was at the thresh hold of strength that was allowed in this sub plane. 

Any more and he would start to break space and time. It would be like a baby who was too big for its mother's stomach, slowly ripping it apart to survive. 

That was how it was. 

For the sub plane to allow those that were of a higher power to settle within it, it must experience the growth of its own indigene. 

The weight was a different kind of pull from the type he had felt from tundra that had gravity capable oof smashing a person like egg to a stone.

His lungs found it heavy to accept air in this place but he quickly and surely regulated his breathing. 

When Lenny raised his head, he found that the Elder Isiah was standing in front of him. 

"...But you managed to make it in time. Any less and you would have been a goner." 

Elder Isiah stepped forward towards the Platform having the portal and then he touched it. 

After which, the portal suddenly compressed, as if to eat itself, compressing everything until it fully disappeared. 

The moment it did, those that had not made it in time, still in the Tundra suddenly felt the mark of the Primordial beast on their forehead glow and then like red chains sort out from it wrapping their bodies like sausage, squeezing them tightly. 

They struggled as hard as they could, but it was flawless. nothing they could do could stop the power of a blood contract with a primordial beast.

Like balloons filled with water, and then squeezed tightly. The crimson tendrils emerged, sinuous and malevolent, like serpents forged from blood and shadows. With eerie precision, they sought out their targets, latching onto the unsuspecting participants and fighters like vipers striking with deadly intent. 

The chains coiled around their limbs, squeezing tighter and tighter, like a vice closing in slow, excruciating increments.

Upon contact, an icy shiver crawled up the victims' spines, their skin prickling with a sense of impending doom. The chains, smooth yet unbearably cold, wound themselves around wrists, ankles, and throats, leaving behind an imprint of dread.

The sensation of the chains tightening was insidious, a creeping pressure that escalated from discomfort to agony. Muscles strained against the relentless force, tendons stretched taut as violin strings. Every gasp for air became a rasping, desperate struggle, the constriction stealing their breath away.

The chains seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, throbbing against the skin like a malicious heartbeat. With each heartbeat, the pressure intensified, bones creaking and joints popping in protest. The victims' cries filled the air, a symphony of anguish that echoed through the void of the Tundra, their voices distorted by the sheer intensity of their pain.

Blood vessels, once invisible beneath the skin, now stood out like crimson rivers, engorged and pulsating. The chains dug into the flesh, leaving raw, bloody welts in their wake. Nerves screamed in protest, sending searing waves of pain throughout the victims' bodies.

As the pressure reached its peak, a sickening chorus of cracks reverberated through the void, accompanied by the horrifying sound of flesh tearing. The victims' bodies contorted in grotesque shapes, limbs bending at unnatural angles as bones snapped like brittle twigs. Skin stretched to its limit, threatening to split open under the immense strain.

In the final moments, the victims' eyes widened in terror, their vision blurred by the sheer agony. The world became a haze of red, the color of the chains that ensnared them. And then, with a sickening pop, their bodies succumbed, bursting apart like overripe fruit, the remains carried away by the sinister chains.

In the aftermath, all that remained was a chilling silence, broken only by the echo of the victims' screams, now silenced forever. The red chains, stained with the blood of their victims, slithered away like malevolent serpents, leaving behind a scene of unimaginable horror—a testament to the ruthless power of their dark and twisted master, disappearing into the void.

"After watching your battel in the Tundra, I and the other Elders have come to a swift decision. We are not going to let you fight in the Arena for the last part. In truth..." he wiped the sweat from his face, "we doubt that the Runes we set in place would be able to hold the kind of power Deep Demon ranked creatures at your level of power are capable of achieving.

for this reason, we opt to make adjustments to the rule. For the last match which will be a face off between you and the other competitors in mortal combat, we decided to let you have your battle here. In the land of Imperilment.

But before that, you are allowed to rest one more time before the next round starts. 

After saying this, he waved his hand. Another portal appeared and he walked into it. lenny and victor stood to their feet, nodded at each other as they walked into it. 

Once more, they were back into the Arena.

As Lenny and Victor strode through the gates of the Arena, the atmosphere crackled with electric anticipation. The air was thick with the scent of excitement, the murmurs of the crowd blending into a low, thrilling hum. The fans, a sea of eager faces, leaned forward, their eyes alight with fervor, ready to witness a spectacle.

The moment their presence was acknowledged, a deafening roar erupted from the spectators. The sound enveloped them like a tidal wave, a symphony of cheers and applause that reverberated through the Arena. It was a thunderous affirmation, a collective voice rising to celebrate the heroes they admired.

Victor was taken back by this, but he still waved to the crowd. 

Both of them strode through the arena and into a passage. 

Just then, Lenny saw a familiar face strode forward with a gentle but proud smile on her face. 

It was Glenn. The moment she saw him, she rushed forward and jumped on him in an embrace of lips. Apparently, she had missed him. 

However, at the same time, Lady Vinegar advanced steadily from the other side.