Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1041: The Hunt For The Bloodline Badge



Chapter 1041: The Hunt For The Bloodline Badge

In the cold, indifferent expanse of space, a sudden rift opened, unleashing the forces of the Abaddon family of Destruction into the heart of the Belphegor family of Sloth’s territory.

These invaders rode on grotesque living beasts of the void, each a monstrosity of twisted flesh and dark magic. These creatures, resembling a nightmarish fusion of dragon and octopus, had leathery, pulsing bodies covered in barbed tentacles and gaping maws lined with rows of jagged teeth. Their eyes, glowing with a malevolent intelligence, scanned the void hungrily.

Hundreds of these void beasts surged forth, their presence a harbinger of chaos and destruction. The beasts roared, the sound reverberating through the emptiness, sending shivers down the spines of any who heard it. Their enormous wings, dark and tattered, beat against the vacuum, propelling them forward with a terrifying grace.

The Abaddon forces, clad in dark, baroque armor adorned with spikes and sigils of power, stood atop these beasts, wielding weapons that glowed with dark energy.

These warriors, fueled by the essence of destruction, thrived on the chaos they brought. As they advanced, they fired beams of destructive energy from their weapons, tearing through the void and obliterating anything in their path.

The Belphegor family of Sloth, though renowned for their lethargy and reluctance, responded with surprising speed.

Their own fleet rose to meet the threat, composed of sleek, ominous ships that seemed to glide through space with an almost lazy grace. These vessels, crafted from dark, polished metals and infused with ancient magic, were shaped like massive, shadowy specters.

From the Belphegor ships emerged their own monstrous creations: colossal, sluggish behemoths that drifted through the void. These creatures, unlike the void beasts of Abaddon, moved with a slow, deliberate menace. Their bodies were covered in thick, armored scales, and their eyes glowed with a dull, malevolent light. Despite their lethargic appearance, their power was immense, capable of unleashing devastating bursts of dark magic.

The clash between the two forces was a chaotic symphony of destruction. Void beasts tore into the behemoths of Sloth with savage ferocity, their tentacles wrapping around the lumbering creatures, crushing and rending flesh. The behemoths retaliated with blasts of dark energy, their attacks slow but devastating, disintegrating the void beasts that came too close.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and the acrid tang of dark magic. Warriors from both sides engaged in brutal combat, their weapons clashing and sparking with eldritch energy. The Abaddon soldiers, driven by their insatiable thirst for destruction, fought with a frenzied intensity, while the Belphegor warriors, though slower, struck with calculated precision, each blow intended to incapacitate and dominate.

In the midst of the chaos, void beasts and behemoths alike were torn apart, their blood—thick, dark, and otherworldly—spattering across the battlefield. Limbs were severed, bodies crushed, and the void itself seemed to tremble under the weight of the conflict. Spells of immense power lit up the darkness, each explosion sending shockwaves through space, shaking the very fabric of reality.

The battle raged on, a brutal testament to the unrelenting nature of demonic warfare. The forces of Destruction and Sloth tore into each other with an almost primal fury, their hatred and bloodlust painting the void in shades of red and black. Amidst the chaos, no reason for the provocation was evident, only the raw, unfiltered desire to dominate and destroy....

On an icy planet, where the entire surface was covered in a thick layer of ice, a woman lay lazily on the back of a whale-like creature. This creature, with a body entirely encased in ice, was the predominant species of this frozen world.

These ice-covered whales moved through the frozen surface as if it were water, their movements unhindered by the solid ice. The woman, her body adorned with intricate tattoos, lounged effortlessly, staring up at the sky.

Above, she could see the chaotic battle between the forces of the Abaddon family of Destruction and the Belphegor family of Sloth, their violent conflict lighting up the darkness of space. She rolled her eyes, disinterested in the spectacle of destruction, and looked away, too lazy to be bothered by the events unfolding above.

As she gazed off to the side, her eyes caught sight of a figure approaching from the far end of this eternally cold world. The man walked with steady steps, his high heels clicking against the dry ice.

He had long black beards tied like a ponytail beneath his chin, and a cold, demonic energy emanated from his body. Despite the frigid temperatures, he wore little to no clothing, much like her.

She sighed again, rolling her eyes in laziness, but the man continued his approach, revealing his face more clearly. If Lenny were here, he would have recognized this man immediately—it was his father, Agent X.

The woman glanced at him, noting the tattoo of the Abaddon family on his chest. She waved her hand dismissively.

"I don’t feel like fighting today, you may go," she said, looking away again.

Agent X was not angered by her dismissal. Instead, he smiled. "Is that how you treat your grandson? Even though we have all reincarnated according to the blood oath of our family line to the call of the Morningstar, we are still family, you know."

His words made her frown. She lazily turned back to him, looking more closely. A smile played at her lips. "So, you are the little maggot my son gave birth to back then on the ninth Earth. I guess you are here for my Badge, aren’t you?"

Agent X nodded. "The Badge of the Morningstar on our family bloodline and soul is what I am here for. Once I have it, my power will grow exponentially. And then I shall find all the others, tracing them back to the ninth generation, and kill you all."

She gave a lazy smile as she glanced up at the sky, observing the war happening there. She nodded in understanding. "So you are the reason for that battle. You created a distraction so that no one will come to disturb our battle here. Is that so?"

He nodded again. "After all, like me, you were born into a Royal Demon family. I do not want obstructions. Shall we begin then?" He waved his hands, and darkline magic glowed as two small dragons appeared in his hands, immediately transforming into guns.

The woman sighed once more, her eyes narrowing slightly as she appraised Agent X. "You certainly have grown ambitious, grandson," she said, her voice tinged with both amusement and resignation.

Agent X’s eyes gleamed with determination as he aimed the dragon guns at her....


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