Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 1148: Blinding Law of No Life And Law Of Muscle

Lamastu turned to Naamah, her voice cold and steady, "Is it ready?"

Naamah’s lips curled into a chilling smile. "It is."

Without hesitation, Naamah stepped forward, her blind eyes glowing with a sinister dark light. The air around her seemed to ripple as if reality itself was bending under her will.

Runes, ancient and filled with power, poured from her skin like living streams of magic even though they were not. They twisted and spiraled, ascending into the air, forming intricate patterns that hummed with a malevolent force. Her voice echoed through the battlefield, rich and commanding, as if she were reciting an incantation drawn from the deepest abyss.

Her words were not for mortal ears—they resonated with the very fabric of the world. Such was the command of one that had fed from the tree of knowledge.

And then it happened: a wave of darkness swept over the battlefield. It wasn’t just a lack of light—it was something far worse. Every man, woman, demon, and beast felt it. It was as though their very souls had been touched by Naamah’s spell. Eyes wide, their vision faded, but it wasn’t blindness as they knew it. Not even as innocent as what had inflicted Lenny earlier on.

It was something far more profound—a blindness that reached deep into their essence, poisoning the core of their existence.

This was the Blinding Law of No Life.

One by one, all those on the battlefield—whether warrior, monster, demon, or creature of hell—collapsed. Their souls had been infected by an irreversible blindness, one that led not just to the loss of sight but to the absence of life itself. Their bodies fell like puppets with severed strings, crumpling to the ground as death claimed them all. Their eyes, though open, were empty, seeing nothing, and their souls, too, had been blinded, snuffed out in a dark void of eternal oblivion.

A moment of silence fell, as if the world itself had held its breath.

But just before the deadly spell fully took hold, Lenny noticed the shift in the air, felt the thickening of reality around him as Naamah’s power grew to its climax. His instincts screamed at him combined with the raging alerts from the Satan System, urging him to act.

Without a second thought, he leaped into the air, grabbing the nearest ally—Tomato, the She-Devil—just as the runes ignited the final part of the spell.

In one fluid motion, Lenny invoked his Semi-Arcane Domain, *Bloodhouse*. Blood-red energy exploded outward from him, forming a barrier around himself and Tomato. The domain flickered to life, a twisted structure of swirling blood and death, shielding them from the impending wave of destruction.

The domain closed just as the spell finished casting.

Inside Bloodhouse, Lenny could feel the pressure of Naamah’s law trying to seep through, clawing at his domain, but his power held.

The sensation of blindness and death crept at the edges of his mind, but it couldn’t penetrate the safety of his blood-infused realm. Lenny gritted his teeth, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought to maintain the domain’s integrity.

This one was strong. He could tell that it had been prepared for a very long time, not days, but at least a couple of years in the making. No, even more. He was such that this spell had been prepared for hundreds of years.

When he finally released the domain and let the protective energy dissipate, he was greeted by a scene of utter devastation.

Everywhere around him, corpses littered the ground. What had once been a chaotic battlefield teeming with life—whether human, demon, or beast—was now a wasteland of the dead. The stench of death was suffocating. He glanced down at Tomato, who was still in his grasp, her body tense but unharmed. She blinked, her sharp eyes scanning the destruction, her expression hard as stone.

But what shocked Lenny most was the sight of Cena, the Greater Demon who had once stood at his side. Cena, with all her strength and power, had not been able to escape the Blinding Law. Her lifeless form lay sprawled on the blood-soaked earth. Her once-mighty presence reduced to a cold shell.

Lenny’s heart pounded. This wasn’t just a battle; this was an execution. Friend and foe alike had fallen. Even the mighty Demon commanders under the women, who had commanded legions, was nothing before Naamah’s terrifying law and unbiased judgement, tools that had been disposed off.

The power Naamah had unleashed wasn’t simply death—it was something far more terrifying.

Blindness that erased existence. It was as if the very concept of life had been erased from the world, leaving only void and silence in its wake.

Lenny’s eyes darkened as he surveyed the scene, his mind still trying to comprehend the scope of what had just happened.

This was a force that defied life itself, a cold, unstoppable law that could end all that existed.

His breath came out in slow, measured exhales as he absorbed the full weight of the devastation around him. He had survived, only because semi Arcane domain was a pocket dimension in a plane. meaning for those few seconds, he and Tomato had left this place, and could not be bounded by its rules. But there was obviously more to come.

Lenny stood amidst the carnage, his breath steadying as his eyes moved to the two sisters.

Naamah’s low chuckle suddenly broke the silence, echoing ominously in the lifeless expanse.

"You survived," she said with an almost playful tone, her blind eyes still gleaming with that eerie dark light. "That shows you are not ordinary."

Her hand glowed as she spoke, and Lenny’s gaze followed the source of the light. In her hand was something terrifyingly familiar—a glowing mass of swirling energy. As Lenny focused, he realized it was no ordinary power. The swirling light was infused with the essence of all the life that had been stripped from the battlefield, drawn in like fuel for some unnatural force.

Lenny’s eyes narrowed. He recognized the sickly green black glow—he had seen it before. A page. His heart quickened as the memory came rushing back. After he had spent that trying night with the sisters, he had spotted a page in Naamah’s room. It was from the Book of Death, that relic of incomprehensible power. That page was now what Naamah held, glowing with the lives of all that had perished around them. It had absorbed every breath, every soul, all life itself.

Naamah’s smile deepened as she turned slightly toward her sister. "Your turn, sister," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Lamastu nodded wordlessly and stepped forward. In her hand, she raised her emerald staff high, the green crystal atop it glowing with an intense light. Lenny’s eyes followed the movement, watching in suspense as she lifted it toward the sky. The tension in the air thickened as she smashed the staff to the ground.

The moment the crystal shattered, something beyond belief happened.

Lamastu’s body began to shift and contort. Her previously slim, feminine form became something monstrous. Muscles rippled under her skin, bulging and expanding as her gown tore at the seams. Her slender shape transformed, her thighs growing thick with power, her arms swelling until they were like the limbs of a beast. The fabric of her gown fell away in tatters as her back broadened, veins bulging grotesquely across her skin, pulsing with raw, otherworldly energy.

Beneath her skin, Lenny could see dark runes moving like flowing rivers of magic, pulsating with life and death alike. Her once humanoid frame was now something far more terrifying—a towering mass of muscle and unholy strength, veined and monstrous, yet still undeniably Lamastu. Her transformation was complete, and she raised her head, locking her now savage eyes on Lenny.

If Naamah’s Laws were associated with Blindness, then Lamastu was Strength, and that was why she was even able to punch Steal earlier on the way she did.

This Was Law Of MUSCLE.

"Give me the orb… or die," she growled, her voice now guttural and commanding.

Lenny’s brow furrowed, the gravity of the situation settling on him like a weight. His muscles tensed instinctively. The orb shse spoke of was in a pouch at his side.

"No," he responded, the word slipping from his lips like a blade, cutting through the tension.

In an instant, the air around him shifted. Lamastu moved with a speed that defied her size—before Lenny could fully react, she was upon him. Her massive fist struck with the force of a thunderclap. Lenny barely managed to raise his arm in a defensive block, but the impact was devastating.

The blow landed like a sledgehammer. He felt the bones in his arm shatter with a sickening crack, the sound echoing through his body. Pain surged through him, white-hot and blinding, his vision momentarily blurred from the shock. The force of the punch hurled him backward, his feet barely touching the ground as he was sent flying.

His body crashed into the earth, skidding across the blood-soaked battlefield. He gasped, gritting his teeth against the pain that now throbbed mercilessly in his broken arm. But even through the haze of agony, he could see Lamastu standing tall, her hulking form looming over him like a dark titan.

She wasn’t just fast—she was unstoppable. And then came a beating like she was trying to pound juicy out of a bowl of grapes.