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Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 220 Lenny Vs The Horde Of Magistris [Bonus ]
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*Beep! Beep!! Beep!!!*

The Red Alarm sounded loudly like a fire drill. 

Lenny turned about.

And there it was.

All the pods were unlocking themselves. 

As they did, the Magistri's opened their eyes and stepped out.

Most of them still looked to be a bit confused. However, Lenny could careless about their feelings of confusion. 

"A222, help C888. You guys head to the Arena. Stick to the plan."

He had barely finished talking before he moved. 

As fast as he was, his legs were even slower than the Intent to kill that rushed out of his body like a tidal wave. 

Usually, Killing intent was intangible, and for most, only those that had felt death could truly feel it.

However, Lenny rushed forward with so much tenacity and zeal for the hunt that in the eyes of these Magistris, his killing intent was a flowing red rushing out of his eyes, hands, and every surface that his feet touched.

It was merciless and encompassing. 

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Many of them had not even gotten themselves together when Lenny's Katana blades rushed at them.

For the tens of years that Cuban had managed this Arena, they had been hundreds of gladiators that had made it to the top. They had climbed through blood, sweat, and many betrayals to become the best.

However, their reward had unfortunately been to become slaves of a 'heart-eating' master.

Although Lenny was indeed excited for the slaughter, but that was just a bad habit that he had. 

In truth, he was actually happy that he got to be the one that would send these hard working souls to the after life. 

He rushed at them, again and again, his sword making clean cuts on their bodies. 

Lenny suddenly felt something was strange. 

He landed on a pod in a squatting position as he observed his environment.

His eyes widened in surprise. 

He had been hearing that Cuban was a blood demon. Lenny did not believe he understood a good part of that statement until right now.

After all, at the moment, an unbelievable scene was unfolding before his eyes. 

The Magistris he had been ever so attentive in their dicing were piecing themselves back together. They were like a puzzle finding its own parts to make sense.

The blood flowing out of their bodies seemed to have a life of its own as it traced back to the bodies of its initial owners. Even the blood on Lenny's body left him, locating the Magistri that it belonged to and entering their bodies once more. 

Even the Cut scars healed up on their own accord. The healing was so smooth that it looked like a blade had never gone through in the first place. 

Lenny raised a brow at this. 

However, his mind was a quick one and he recalled that moment when he had killed a magistri when he was just a Demon with rank 2 lesser demon strength.

Back then, he had used his white flame to kill the Magistri. I think you should take a look at

Lenny looked at the blades in his hands. these blades were uprooted from the body of a Half-born that had consumed the Devil Pill. These weapons were very effective against devils but were useless against the magistri. 

Lenny remembered what that Magistri had told him previously. 

One of the many reasons that Demons reared human beings was to use them to fight against devils. 

For some reason, human Darkline energy had a certain immunity against the Chaotic magic of the devils. In other words, these Katana blades he was using had no effect on the Magistris.

"Hmmm!" Lenny sighed as he stood once more to his feet, "so much for a surprise attack."

He was right. At the moment he attacked, many of the pods were yet to open, and even the ones that were open, the Magistris had not gotten their cognitive reasoning together before his blades cut through them.

However, things were different now. 

Lenny felt like a Child that had to redo an assignment having being failed by the teacher.

However, was this truly an assignment?

A better description for it would be a Child that had been given extra hours on the playing field.

Lenny waved his sword. 

It had truly been a while since he used his magic. 

From his fingers, white flames of the White Prince rushed unto the Katana blades. 

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As they did, Lenny could hear a low unwilling scream from the Katanas. Apparently, the Chaos magic in them was being burnt to nothingness and in its unwillingness to let go, it echoed it's hurt.

However,enny could care less about the feelings of a weapon or the like.

Meanwhile, his opponents had also brought out their weapons.

Unsurprisingly, it was their own blood.

Dark Red blood formed long whips in their hands ready to assault Lenny.

For a few short seconds, there was a stand off.

A lean muscular man that could only be described with beautiful words, wearing only a loin cloth to protect his groin area with two white flaming swords in hand, Versus an host of Magistris, some short, others tall, but all of them a different version of themselves, like children in the same costume at a comic book fair.

Lenny could clearly see that they were not just males but also females amongst them.

Their Blood whips were long, and very thick. Evidently, they were going to give this fight their all.

Even though most of them were just Rank 1 and 2 of the Lesser demon realm, none of them backed off.

Each of them had menacing look in their eyes. 

However, while they viewed Lenny with obvious hostility, Lenny had a subtle, but weirdly creepy kindness in his eyes.

And then he suddenly leaned forward as he spread his arms so wide, his swords were practically behind him, leaving his entire chest opened to them.

This was a clear provocation.

By putting out his most vulnerable spot, Lenny was literally telling them that they could do nothing to him.

This act of provocation did not go unattended to.