Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1005: Finally!

Father Black raised his head with difficulty to stare in Morgana’s direction.

father black was familiar with the capabilities of all under him. This particular ability he was seeing from her was obviously a new one. Evidently, Lenny had gifted her something too.

Just then, Victor also stroke.

His aim was the Loki that had not yet recovered from the previous hit.

Victor reached in front of him, and for a split second, it looked like he settled down a bit, and then his hand moved. The attacks were not fast.

But what happned next left all of them surprised.

victor hit the same spot.

*One!*

*Two!*

*Three!*

On the third strike, at that exact spot, an explosion rank out in all directions.

*BOOM!*

Luckily, Loki had only barely opened up his eyes him time to move slightly. But even had that, he had felt the collapse of his internal organs at that are.

The blast sent him even deeper into the wall.

He coughed up a lot of blood to the side a she looked at them, his eyes carrying a mixture of surprise and genuine fear.

He used a hand to stop himself from coughing up more blood. But the blood would not just stop.

"Impossible! He spat out loud. What...what kind of abnormal family are you? Even amongst the Royal Demon families, only one law is passed down to the offspring. How... are you all not yet Arcane realm Demons and already have different law fractures?"

His words were indeed valid. If anyone in the known cosmos had heard what he had said now, they would laugh at him and say that he was probably seeing things because of his bloody form.

However, Loki’s eyes reflected the truth.

Just then, father Black looked a particular direction. It was in Perseus. Perseus, at the moment, stood before the Core.

He stretched a hand forward and then he spoke gently.

*Law Of Formation!*

His hands sparked with green electricity. However, unlike anyone was familiar with, it was not a bolt of Green electricity that shot out.

Instead, the sparks formed water molecules in the air, each one joining together to form a big box that Perseus Directed to settle over Despair as she tried to take over the core completely.

At the same time, Perseus turned to father Black. "Do It!"

Father Black immediately waved his hand, the Invitation rushing to him. And then he directed it once more at the core.

A burst of energizing light rushed into the Core, and those of the Lenny family could actually hear the core wail in relief.

This was a double method. Perseus used the law of water and its formation to extract Despair from the core, while father Black energized the core.

In this manner, the last mark that represented the Lenny family was saved before it could be destroyed.

Father Black as he helped the core, could not help but look in the direction of Victor and Morgana.

These two were indeed incredible.

And their attacks did not stop.

Victor had used the law fragment of the third count, meaning that the compounded force of the first two attacks would strike with the third.

Loki, barely opening his eyes in time to move slightly, felt the collapse of his internal organs at that spot. The blast sent him even deeper into the wall.

He coughed up a lot of blood to the side as he looked at them, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and genuine fear. He used a hand to stop himself from coughing up more blood, but the flow would not cease.

Morgana and Victor, seeing their opportunity, launched a coordinated assault. Morgana summoned more blood crystals, each one sharper and more deadly than the last. Victor, still in his werewolf form with the loss of one hand transformed back to human, focused his energy, readying for another series of strikes.

Morgana moved first, her blood crystals flying toward Loki with lethal precision. Loki deflected a few, but the sheer number overwhelmed him, each shard slicing into his demonic armor and drawing blood.

Victor followed up, his attacks synchronized with Morgana’s. As her blood crystals distracted and injured Loki, Victor closed in, delivering his strikes.

*One!*

*Two!*

*Three!*

Again, on the third strike, a massive explosion erupted. Loki staggered, barely able to maintain his footing.

Loki retaliated with a swipe of his claws, aiming for Victor. But Morgana was already in motion, her hands weaving complex patterns in the air, summoning a barrier of blood crystals that absorbed the brunt of Loki’s attack. Victor used the moment to strike again, his blows methodical and devastating.

*One!*

*Two!*

*Three!*

The third strike caused another explosion, sending Loki reeling. His eyes burned with rage and desperation. He summoned his dark energy, creating a wave of black flames aimed at both Victor and Morgana. But they moved in perfect sync, dodging and countering with their own attacks.

Morgana’s crystals and Victor’s strikes created a rhythm, a deadly dance that kept Loki on the defensive. Each time Loki tried to mount an offensive, Morgana’s blood crystals intercepted, and Victor’s methodical strikes landed with compounded force.

*One!*

*Two!*

*Three!*

Another explosion rocked the cavern, and Loki’s dark skin armor began to crack and splinter under the relentless assault. He roared in frustration, his demonic form struggling to maintain its cohesion.

Victor leaped high, bringing down a powerful strike just as Morgana sent a wave of blood crystals surging forward. The combined attack hit Loki squarely, the force of the impact shaking the entire chamber.

Loki’s roar turned into a scream of agony as he was driven to his knees, blood pouring from multiple wounds. His once imposing presence now looked battered and broken. Victor and Morgana stood side by side, their energies still flaring, ready to deliver the final blow.

"You thought you could defeat us," Morgana hissed, her voice cold and resolute. "But you underestimated the power of our family."

Victor’s eyes glowed with determination as he raised his hand for one final strike. "This ends now, Loki."

As Victor’s hand descended, glowing with the energy of the third count, and Morgana’s blood crystals converged, the combined might of their attacks bore down on Loki, sealing his fate in a blinding explosion of light and power.

Just when the attack hit, dust and smoke filling the air, Loki’s laughter rang out like a chilling bell, echoing through the cavern. "Not bad, Lenny family. But like I said, I was blessed by a Principality, and my law is the fruit of the chaos of battle."

His laughter cut through the tension, sending a shiver down everyone’s spine. Suddenly, Loki raised his hand, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "Despair, come to me." forcefully pulling her from both the core and the cage of water Perseus used.

Despair, the malevolent entity, was drawn towards Loki against her will. Her voice, filled with desperation, echoed in the chamber. "Loki! My love. No, don’t do this. Don’t do it."

But Loki’s expression remained cold and unyielding. Without a moment’s hesitation, he began to absorb her, his body glowing with a dark, unholy light. As Despair was consumed, her screams of agony filled the air, mingling with the tortured wails of countless souls that seemed to emanate from within Loki himself.

Loki’s form began to twist and warp in a grotesque display of dark power. His body elongated, his limbs stretching unnaturally as his skin turned a deep, blood-red hue. Black veins pulsed beneath his skin, throbbing with malevolent energy. His muscles bulged and rippled, growing even more monstrous and grotesque.

His face contorted, the demonic features becoming more pronounced. His horns grew longer, curling menacingly around his head, while his eyes became entirely black, voids of pure darkness that seemed to swallow the light around them. His jaw extended, filled with rows of sharp, jagged teeth that gnashed together with a sickening sound.

From his back sprouted multiple pairs of skeletal, bat-like wings, each one dripping with the same black, poisonous fluid as before. The wings flapped, creating gusts of foul wind that carried the stench of decay and death.

As Loki’s transformation continued, souls began to materialize around him, their spectral forms writhing in torment. These souls, trapped within his body, screamed and wailed, their voices a cacophony of suffering and despair. They clawed at Loki’s skin, trying to escape, but were held fast by the dark power that bound them.

Loki’s legs, now resembling those of a monstrous insect, ended in razor-sharp, sword-like appendages that clattered against the ground with each step. His ant-like abdomen glowed with an eerie, pulsating light, the toxic aura surrounding it making the very air shimmer with malevolence.

His arms, elongated and covered in dark, chitinous armor, ended in claws that seemed to drip with the essence of despair itself. Each movement he made was accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing, a horrifying symphony of agony.

The ground beneath him cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer weight of his transformed body. The cavern trembled, the very earth groaning in response to the abomination that now stood before the Lenny family.

Victor and Morgana, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, stared in horror at the monstrosity that Loki had become. His new form was a terrifying blend of demonic and insectoid features, a grotesque amalgamation of power and malevolence.

Loki’s laughter, now deeper and more resonant, filled the cavern. "Witness the true power of a god, blessed by a royal demon family."

"Oh Fuck!" Morgana and victor cursed out loud.

However Clawed suddenly smiled, "Finally!"