Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 834  Your Pain Is Their Tool.

Lenny's comprehension of the intricate dance of fate and destiny deepened. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Then again, it was time to confront the Undead Commander, an entity of considerable power and grotesqueness. He decided to momentarily immobilize Clawed with earthen electricity, a testament to his control over elemental forces, which was both strategic and indicative of his intent to unravel the mysteries of Clawed's existence at a later time. "I'll be back for you," he promised, a statement that hung in the air with the weight of inevitability.

Turning his attention to the Undead Commander, Lenny faced an adversary whose very appearance was a stark reminder of the unnatural forces at play. The Commander's physique, devoid of skin and laid bare in muscle and tendon, presented a visage of horror and power. The bright gleam of the purple invitation stone embedded in his chest served as a focal point, a source of his strength and, definitely his vulnerability.

The Undead Commander's recognition of Lenny was tinged with a mixture of respect and malice.

 "I have heard about you, Lenny Tales!" it declared, its voice a disturbing chorus of countless souls. "...And I will kill you and claim your body." This statement was laid bare, a declaration of the Commander's ambitions and the threat he posed.

Instantly, the undead commander ordered the primordial beast underneath him to attack Lenny.

As the Primordial beast under the Commander's command lashed out with tendrils aimed at Lenny, the futility of its efforts became immediately apparent. Each tendril, charged with the intent to bind or harm, disintegrated before reaching Lenny, consumed by unseen white flames that left nothing but ashes in its wake. The repeated attempts, each ending in the same manner, underscored the disparity in power between Lenny and his foes.

Realizing the ineffectiveness of physical attacks, the Undead Commander resorted to the Primordial beast's eye lasers, a formidable weapon that had spelled doom for many. "Brother Lenny! be careful." Victor warned. After all, he had been hit by those lasers before. The beast's hundred eyes, glowing ominously with deep purple light, unleashed a barrage of energy beams aimed at obliterating Lenny. This onslaught, a desperate bid to turn the tide of the battle, was evidence of the Commander's resolve and the dangerous capabilities of the creature it rode.

Lenny, however, stood unfazed by the imminent threat. His demeanor, calm and composed, belied the potential danger as the barrage of purple light surged towards him. As the barrage of purple lasers descended upon Lenny, the battlefield became a spectacle of anticipation and dread. Yet, the outcome was startling, almost unfathomable. The lasers, each a potential harbinger of destruction, met Lenny's figure only to be deflected effortlessly. Like beams of light striking a mirror, they scattered harmlessly away, leaving Lenny unscathed. Even his robes, the very fabric of his attire, remained untouched, pristine amidst the chaos of battle. This moment, a clear demonstration of Lenny's power, shifted the atmosphere from one of conflict to one of awe.

All eyes, even those in the territory were fixed on Lenny and the power he displayed. Mouths were left open, speechless, while some, like Insect-B and Crusher had a proud look on their faces. With each calm, deliberate step Lenny took towards the undead commander, the tension on the battlefield thickened. His hands rested casually behind his back, a stark contrast to the frenetic attempts of his adversary to land a blow. Lenny's demeanor, serene and unyielding, became a psychological assault on the Undead Commander, each step a testament to his untouchable presence.

Driven to desperation, the Undead Commander launched himself forward in a last-ditch effort to alter the course of the confrontation. His muscle-bound hand, crackling with energy, cleaved through the air aimed directly at Lenny's face—a punch that carried with it the weight of his remaining hope for victory. But in the split second that it took for the punch to near its target, Lenny vanished from sight, an abrupt absence that spoke volumes of his mastery over incredible speed.

The Undead Commander, caught in the momentum of his failed strike, sensed the unsettling shift in dynamics. It was only when he attempted to regain his bearings, looking down to the center of his chest, that the reality of his predicament became apparent. The purple invitation stone, the source of significant power and confidence, had vanished. A slow, dawning horror took hold as he turned to find Lenny standing behind him, the stone securely in Lenny's grasp.

This moment marked the Undead Commander's defeat not just in physical combat but in the psychological warfare that Lenny had waged from the outset. The sight of Lenny, composed and holding the stolen source of the Commander's strength, was the final blow. The Undead Commander, a figure of terror and command, found himself kneeling on the ground.

He stretched his hand for the stone. Its glow reflecting in his eyes. "Don't! Please don't," he pleaded. Lenny raised a brow at him, "and why not?" "I... I... I only wanted revenge." The undead commander's voice cracked in fear. This was the very first time that he felt this emotion since he became undead. But it couldn't be helped. After all, Lenny was a formidable foe. "These DEMONS! They took everything from me. My family, my sense of self. And this world too. I only wanted power to make them PAY!" As he spoke, Lenny could see the truth in the undead commander's eyes as tears fell from them. Even the undead commander was smart enough to know that his pleading would not help, but still, as a last resort, he had to try. He had to try his best. Maybe, just maybe, Lenny would...

*WUSH!* Lenny activated his white flames and it burned the corruption in the purple stone. As it did, white flames suddenly appeared on the Undead commander's body. Lenny looked at him as he sighed, "Trust me, I understand your pain. But there are incredible forces at play here, and your pain is only their tool..."