Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 832  Lenny Is Back

Amidst the cacophony of war that raged below, a chilling command resonated through the ranks of the undead, emanating from the Undead Commander perched atop a formidable undead primordial beast—Crimson Seraph's corpse.

This creature, a nightmare incarnate with a hundred eyes, became the focal point of dread for those who dared oppose the undead horde. Its eyes, each a well of dark, malevolent energy, ignited in unison, casting an eerie purple glow that pierced the dim battlefield. With a sinister synchrony, the beast reared, channeling the eldritch power at its command, and unleashed a devastating beam of concentrated energy into the sky.

Victor had assumed the attack was for him and dodged the attack in the air. But seeing the smile on the face of the undead commander, he frowned as he turned about, only to realize what was happening.

The laser, a torrent of destructive force, streaked across the distance, a violet lance against the backdrop of chaos. Its target, the helicopters carrying the last hope of Glenn's territory in the form of Nikky's concoction, were caught unawares. The beam struck with unerring precision, severing the tail of Nikky's aircraft with a catastrophic impact. The helicopter, now grievously wounded, spiraled uncontrollably, its form beginning to disintegrate as it descended toward an inevitable crash. Inside, Nikky was thrown against the confines of the cabin, disoriented and helpless as the world outside became a blur of spinning, tearing metal.

Back at the territory, Scarface, Nikky's father, stood before the monitors that displayed the unfolding battle. His eyes, wide with horror, traced the trajectory of his daughter's doomed flight. The sight of the helicopter, now a falling star of steel and desperation, ignited a maelstrom of emotion within him. Fear, anguish, and an impotent rage coursed through his veins as he watched, helpless, the imminent loss of his child. The tension in the command center was palpable, a collective breath held in dread anticipation of the tragedy that seemed certain to unfold.

And then, in a moment suspended between hope and despair, the impossible occurred. The helicopter, its descent marked by chaos and destruction, halted abruptly in mid-air, as if caught by an unseen hand. Nikky, shaken and bewildered, peered out of the fractured window, her eyes meeting the sight that turned the tide of her fate. There, amidst the swirling dust and debris, floated Lenny, his presence an anchor in the storm. A smile graced his face, a silent reassurance in the face of calamity, as he held the helicopter aloft with an ease that belied the strength required to defy gravity and fate alike.

The sight of Lenny, their savior manifest, ignited a flicker of hope in the hearts of those who witnessed the miracle from the ground. Scarface, his emotions a whirlwind of relief and gratitude, watched as his worst fears were dispelled by the intervention of a power beyond reckoning. The command center erupted in a cacophony of relief and renewed vigor, the specter of loss banished by the demonstration of Lenny's formidable will.

Father Black almost jumped for joy from his seat of command. His cigar fell from his mouth as he celebrated wildly for joy. "He is back!" Then again, this could not be helped. They were all at their witts end, and he had been praying for such a miracle to occur. Victor looked on in the sky at Lenny holding the Helicopter. He was already wounded, and the great demon magic inside him was not yet digested. It was already a miracle that he could fight this long. Seeing the person that he looked up to finally coming to join the fight was a great relief. Even Lady Vinegar with her limbs, cut off could see lenny in the sky. Her eyes ignited with hope. The undead commander saw Lenny's arrival. It frowned at this. After all, it could sense the extreme threat that Lenny posed to it. In fact, it could not even quantify the peak of Lenny's power.

Lady vinegar not far from his side chuckled loudly, "Oh, you are in for it now."

Nikky, still reeling from the shock of her near demise, now found herself the beneficiary of a second chance, a life preserved by the intervention of a figure who straddled the line between legend and reality. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

As Lenny gently lowered the helicopter to the ground, the tension of the moment seemed to pause, giving way to a brief respite amid the chaos. The moment the aircraft touched down, Nikky emerged in a rush of adrenaline and relief, propelled by an overwhelming urge to express her gratitude. Without hesitation, she threw herself into Lenny's arms, her embrace a wild, uninhibited display of emotion. "Lenny!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of joy and relief, as she clung to him tightly. In this embrace, she sought solace, a human connection amidst the horrors of war.

Lenny, for his part, accepted her gratitude with grace. Understanding the depth of her reaction—fueled by the brush with death she had just endured—he allowed her the comfort of his presence. Yet, even as he offered solace, the weight of responsibility bore heavily upon him. With a gentle pat on her back, he reminded her of the urgency of their situation, "Nikky, why don't we continue this after we are done with the situation at hand, huh!?" His words, though softly spoken, carried the unspoken command to refocus on the task at hand.

Nikky, realizing she had gotten carried away, chuckled a bit as she stepped back from him. She placed escaped strands of her black hair behind her ear sheepishly.

Turning his attention back to the undead army, Lenny's demeanor shifted visibly. The warmth of his smile gave way to a stern frown.

 In his hand, he conjured a small white ball of fire, its core crackling with earthen lightning. Despite its diminutive size, the orb radiated a power so immense that only those of significant strength, like Victor, could truly appreciate the magnitude of its potential.

With a flick of his wrist, Lenny released the orb, allowing it to vanish from sight. Yet, this was no mere dismissal of power; it was the precursor to devastation. Almost immediately, fire explosions erupted across the battlefield, a series of detonations that swept through the ranks of the undead with indiscriminate fury. The millions of creatures, each a testament to death's corruption, were engulfed in white flames, the territory around them transformed into a blazing inferno....