Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 715 Where is Victor

Chapter 715 Where is Victor

?Luca turned to Lenny, "why are they not attacking us? Are they afraid of humans?" Lenny chuckled lightly as he waved his fingers in the air, snapping them.

The moment he did, all the creatures around them turned in their direction. It was as if a signal had been released for a full blown attack.

It was at this moment that Luca realized that the only reason that these creatures had not attacked till now was because of Lenny's fierce aura. It kept them at bay by their instinct.

The moment lenny turned it off, they had become like a beacon of light in the dark. Creatures from all sides dove to devour their flesh. Lenny chuckled at this as he waved his hand and a long blade of white light tore through the first reptile-spider like creatures the size of a bus that dove at him.

Blood and guts splashed everywhere. Lenny chuckled as he turned to Luca, "son of Glenn, show me what you can do?" As lenny said this, different creatures rushed for luca. Plants, animals. All mutated creatures.

Luca, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in the creatures' behavior, quickly regained his composure as the creatures converged on them.

Lenny's challenge rang in his ears, a call to action that ignited his resolve. The son of Glenn, he was not just a passive observer in this deadly dance but a participant with his own strengths and skills to showcase.

As the first of the mutated beasts lunged at him, Luca's instincts kicked in. He extended his hand, and a surge of magical energy coalesced into a shimmering barrier just in time to deflect a vicious strike from a creature that resembled a cross between a hawk and a scorpion. The creature's talons scraped against the magical shield, sending sparks flying.

Luca then channeled his energy, focusing it into a potent offensive force. With a swift motion, he conjured a series of ethereal, glowing spears and hurled them with precision at the oncoming horde. Each spear found its mark, impaling the grotesque amalgamations of flesh and fury that dared to approach.

A plant-like creature, with vines for limbs and a gaping maw filled with razor-sharp teeth, whipped its tendrils towards him. Luca deftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the lashing vines. He countered with a blast of condensed magical energy that tore through the creature, leaving it in a heap of severed vines and oozing sap.

Luca moved with a grace and agility that belied his youth, his every action infused with the power and knowledge inherited from his training under father black.

His eyes burned with a fierce determination, each attack a testament to his training and innate magical prowess.

Lenny watched with an approving nod, his own battle with the beasts a display of sheer brute force and mastery over his demonic powers. Together, they cut a path through the onslaught, an unlikely duo pitted against the nightmarish denizens of Imperilment.

Their combined strength held the creatures at bay, but it was clear that this was just the beginning. Imperilment was a realm of endless danger, and every moment they spent there was a test of their survival.

For Luca, this was an opportunity to prove his worth and stand shoulder to shoulder with the legendary Lenny Tales, while for Lenny, it was an opportunity to see this boy in another light.

In the heart of the volcano, a place where the heat was so intense it could melt sand, the old man's presence was an anomaly. The fact that he sat calmly, his robes untouched by the scorching lava around him, spoke volumes of his power and mastery over his environment. His meditation, deep and profound, had been broken by the sense of a long-awaited presence — Lenny's return.

The creature swimming through the lava, resembling a grotesque, twisted version of a sea turtle, seemed almost jubilant at the news. "My master's Disciple has arrived!" it declared, its voice a strange mix of glee and reverence. This creature, seemingly at home in the molten rock, was clearly more than an ordinary inhabitant of Imperilment.

After all, this was the hell beast Vandora.

The old man, acknowledging the creature's comment with a light chuckle, appeared both amused and intrigued. "It would seem like you won our bet," he said, his voice carrying the weight of wisdom and age. The bet in question, was on the expectation of Lenny's return, a moment they had both anticipated for over a century.

With a knowing smile, the old man made a decision. "Let's send the kids to go get him."

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The journey through Imperilment was a constant battle, but it also became an impromptu training session for Luca. Lenny observed the young man closely, assessing his skills and techniques. Despite his lineage and inherent power, Luca's reliance on brute force over finesse in using his witch powers was evident. It was clear to Lenny that Father Black had trained him well in combat, yet there was room for improvement, especially in harnessing the full potential of his magical heritage.

As they fought off the relentless creatures of Imperilment, Lenny occasionally offered Luca pointers — strategic advice on where to strike for maximum effect and warnings against certain vulnerabilities. These tips were valuable, coming from a seasoned warrior like Lenny, and Luca alyhough verh annoyed by this, evidence of his pride, absorbed them, to improve.

Suddenly, their battle was interrupted by a loud, wailing cry from one of the creatures. The sound seemed to resonate with fear, causing the other creatures attacking them to retreat hastily into hiding. The ground then began to rumble ominously, heralding the arrival of a massive lizard-like creature. Its appearance was daunting, with a rough, spiky back and an all-black coloration, reminiscent of a creature from an old TV show Lenny recalled from his previous life-Godzilla.

As the giant lizard approached them, Luca braced for an attack, but to his surprise, the creature didn't show any signs of aggression. Instead, it regarded them with what seemed like curiosity. When Luca made a move to attack, Lenny swiftly pulled him back. "Wait, kid! That's our ride!" Lenny's insight stopped Luca in his tracks.

Looking up, Luca saw a figure perched atop the giant lizard's head, waving at them. This unexpected turn of events was further compounded when several figures emerged from the surrounding woods. Their forms were unmistakable even at first glance — werewolves.

Naturally, lennu and luca took the invitation.

The village they arrived at was a remarkable sight, especially considering it was nestled in the heart of the perilous Imperilment. It was a testament to the resilience and adaptability of the werewolves who had made this unforgiving environment their home. The structures were made of sturdy, interwoven branches and vines, creating a natural camouflage that blended seamlessly with the surrounding forest.

The werewolves moved about with a sense of purpose and confidence, clearly at home in this environment. They had turned what would be a death sentence for most into a thriving community. Lenny couldn't help but be impressed by their resourcefulness and tenacity.

As they walked through the village, Lenny's thoughts turned to Victor, the Alpha of the pack. The guide that brought them here said that this tribe had existed for two hundred years and it struck a chord in him.

Victor had been waiting, likely seeking a way to return or send word back. The realization weighed heavily on Lenny.

The village was bustling with activity. Young werewolf children played between the huts, their laughter a stark contrast to the dangers lurking just beyond the village boundaries. Elder werewolves, scarred and wise, watched over them with a protective gaze, while others busied themselves with various tasks.

Their guide led them to a larger structure at the center of the village, which seemed to serve as a meeting place or hall. The air was filled with the scent of cooked meat and fresh earth, a comforting aroma that spoke of community and survival against the odds.

As they entered the hall, Lenny could feel the curious and cautious eyes of the werewolves on him and Luca. It was clear they were not accustomed to outsiders, and their presence was a source of intrigue and perhaps concern. The hall was spacious, with a large fire pit in the center providing warmth and light. Around it, the leaders of the werewolf clan had gathered, waiting to meet with the newcomers.

Lenny prepared himself for the interaction, knowing that the conversation ahead would be crucial in understanding more about this werewolf clan's long history in Imperilment and potentially learning about Victor's fate.

A man suddenly walked up to lenny. He looked to be in his forties. He bowed to Lenny. "I am Secalo, chief of this Werewolf clan. We welcome you to our home, sir. We have been expecting your arrival for a very long time now. About two hundred years to be exact."

Lenny chuckled, "where is Victor?"