Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 769 Problems Of A Good fight

Chapter 769 Problems Of A Good fight

?Victor, despite his two hundred years of age was a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield.

His strikes were all true. Many attacks, he did not even need his eyes to follow before they hit the target.

His robes floated in the air with his long white beards. The aura he carried was of incredible battle experience and unity. Every muscle of his body moved with a rhythm that was very surprising for his age.

Every somersault was with purpose and agility, and every strength used was with the right amount of effort, not too big, and also not too small.

Just enough to deliver maximum damage.

At first, he actually enjoyed the battle. This was because it had been a very long time since he had tasted the fruits of the battlefield. After all, because of his Great demon realm status, he had to be sealed by Vandora deep within that Volcano in Imperilment, where he had lived many of his years.

But soon, he could identify a soon growing problem. This had to dod with the fact that he was slowly losing energy.

Of course, this did not mean that he was tiring out, but it was indeed an alarming thing. After all, the moment one came in contact with the Deep Demon realm, one came in contact with opportunity to touch upon Cosmic energy.

The initial stages of the Deep Demon realm was filled with creating a familiarity with cosmic energy. The later stages of the Deep Demon realm was about taking in Cosmic energy and converting that energy and power to one's own.

It embodied the replacement or dependency on normal magic to dependency on the energy that had a deeper control on the affairs of all matter.

It was only natural that one would start to depend on it a more as time went on.

However, this entire dynamic takes a totally different turn once one reached the Great demon realm. At this stage of power, one's energy and magic circles in the body depended on Cosmic energy, as cosmic energy could well replace the flow of blood and the need to take in food for sustenance.

It was a special privilege granted to only those that had given themselves to the rule of the cosmos and the fundamental energy that made up its Dao.

Normally, this was a good thing. In fact, it was the reason why someone like Victor, despite being a human experiment of a primordial beast could stand at the age of two hundred years and still be as healthy as a man in his twenties.

Other creatures like Demons had a natural long life, but not humans. However, after attaining such a level of strength, it was only natural for him to attain the benefits of the position.

Like it was earlier stated, this was usually a very good thing. And If not disturbed, Victor could well live for many thousands of years.

However, now, he faced a very daunting problem.

This place known as Judas, the wandering city was far more problematic than it had been given credit for.

In plane words, it was its own Sub-plane. A land with its own ecology, environment, atmosphere, space and time, and therefore, its own rules.

And right now, he was slowly suffering the effects of those rules.

At the moment, Victor had been cut off from the natural cosmic energy that could usually be absorbed by the body in the air.

At his level of power, every attack was derived from energy that was taken from Cosmic energy.

Yes, every usage of it saw that he got weaker as time progressed.

As if this problem was not significant enough, there was more.

Because Great demon existences did not need to eat food for sustenance, Victor could well not remember the taste of food. it had been many years since he had taken any, depending solely on Cosmic energy for his survival.

And now, he had to use his blood on his opponents if not, the attack was not recognized by the sub-plane.

Naturally, there was only so much blood that he could produce.

This meant that displaying fighting techniques that used cosmic energy was a problem and sustaining his life with his own blood was also a problem.

Victor did not know how long this battle would last. He had never been in a fight where the advantage of realm he had acquired was considered nearly useless.

The only thing that truly gave him an advantage in the battle was his experience, which in turn forced him to limit the amount of energy used as much as possible.

But his opponent was also not giving up. It was as if Morgana had a limitless supply of energy.

From the moment her tail first hit the ground, it had not stopped.

She had been beating the earth none stop, using her Seductress powers on inflicting injuries to the ground to produce golems.

He had already destroyed over a hundred of them, but for every ten he destroyed, he could see the rise of twenty more.

Victor was not a fool. Age came with wisdom every time. He could sense the flow of magic under his feet and knew of a certain that he was fighting a losing battle.

After all, the sub-plane that was Judas itself was giving Morgana abundancy of energy.

This meant that while he was at a loss for cosmic energy, Morgana had access to a nearly infinite supply of energy.

No matter the struggles, he was fighting a losing battle.

But Victor trusted Lenny. Even though since they met, he could tell that Lenny had changed, he still trusted him. lenny had never been one to disappoint and he had a habit of rising to the occasion and clearing doubts.

He knew that since lenny said he would handle Morgana, then he would definitely do it.

Subconsciously, Victor turned and looked in Lenny's direction to see what he was doing, and the progress he was making.

His eyes widened in surprise.

lenny was frozen in his steps with form leaking from his mouth. Even the blood covered swords only suspended in the air without any intension to attack.

"FUCKING HELL!" Victor cursed out loud.