Devil Slave (Satan system)



This could not be helped.

After all, Moses already had some old injuries as a result of his escape from the Magi in the desert.

His body had not been able to finish flushing out all that negative magic.

Of course, this could have been easily fixed if he had just gone into hibernation like Victor initially suggested, but he had been too stubborn to do so.

Besides, Victor was at the most fragile point in his life. There was no way he was going to leave him now.

However, his fight with this mutated human was a strong reminder that he would have been better off taking that advice.

Even now, he could feel his muscles getting heavier as the strain for survival beckoned him.

It was becoming more difficult over time to hit his opponent, but the mutated human still maintained the same momentum.

Suddenly, he was smashed into a wall, with dust and stones flying off in all directions.

The mutated human jumped on him with its hands clasped together.

Essentially, the mutated human was merging the hammers together for one final hit.

Surprising Moses even more, the moment it did this, its hands seemed to sew into one another, its flesh morphing into an axe lifted high above its head.

With a swift strike for Moses's head, it brought it down in a heavy strike.

Moses was totally depleted of strength, but he knew that if that axe got him, he would be totally dead.

Summoning what little remaining energy he had, he placed all his strength in his hands, and in time too.

With a loud CLAP, he held the axe just when it was five inches from dividing his head.

The sharp, bony blade was right before his eyes.

At this moment, Moses could not help but swallow hard as sweat in large drops gathered on his forehead. Some of which even flowed into his eyes, the salt of which stung a lot, but he did not even have the luxury of scratching his eyes.

All effort had been put into his hands to stop the blade of the bony axe that was ever advancing towards his head.

He pushed as hard as he could, with his muscles taunting so hard that his veins snaking about his body were bulging in fierce alertness.

The mutated human on top of him also pushed onward with the obvious goal of fully parting his brain and right hemisphere from the left.

As Moses gave it his all, and it seemed as if he was actually making positive impart, he suddenly heard muffled screams.

Intuitively, he turned his head slightly in that direction.

His eyes opened wide at what he saw.

It was the old woman. She was on Victor.

At the moment, she had already started her work on him.

Victor was held to the wall with d*cks while the old woman worked on him.

At first, she sewed his mouth together. the sight of which was extremely terrible to look at as blood ran down the face of the very frightened Victor.

At the mouth, she was making finishing touches with a side of his mouth and would soon start with his eyes.

"Victor! NO!!!" Moses screamed...

.....

Meanwhile, Lenny's fight with Mr. Martin was also at a climax.

Who could hold out the longest has been extensively drawn out.

At first, Lenny shaved off small cuts with his chainsaw.

After confirming his earlier theory, Lenny became much bolder in his attacks.

Any huge cut was instantly sent into the storage unit.

Although Mr. Martin absorbed more humans to make up for his injured parts, Lenny soon noticed that Mr. Martin could not keep up with the speed at which he cut his limbs.

To make matters worse, the rate at which he healed and converted the human bodies to his own had drastically reduced.

Lenny remembered that when he had seen the stats of Mr. Martin, he had seen that the rate at which he could absorb and heal himself was restricted to the rank of his power.

Besides, there were not enough organic cells that could transform the foreign cells in time.

In this manner, Mr. Martin was falling short of body parts.

He had also exhausted the human beings on the walls in this room.

Their fight ranged on, as violent and as bloody as ever.

By now, the ground was like a small pool.

Lenny and Mr. Martin had become completely soaked in the red juice, and Lenny had changed Chainsaw twice because of the grinned meat jamming the machine.

However, there were a lot of things that puzzled Mr. Martin.

He did not understand how Lenny was still able to fight until now. In fact, it looked as if Lenny had gotten stronger and faster since the time he pierced through his skin with his appendage.

According to his calculation, Lenny was supposed to have been dead in exactly under a minute. After all, that was how long it took for blood to circulate around the body.

However, the smile that Lenny had on his face said otherwise.

This question as to how Lenny had not yet kicked the bucket bothered Mr. Martin a lot.

In fact, one could say that it ate at him.

After all, according to the signal he received from the cells he sent into Lenny's body, Lenny was supposed to have been long dead.

As he raged in the battle for his life and his appendages ever dwindled in size as Lenny swallowed them into the storage unit like a gluttony, he could not help but ask.

"How... How the fuck are you still alive?" 

Lenny grinned, "It's not a matter of 'How' but why?

You see, all I had to do was lie." 

"Lie?" Mr. Martin asked, not understanding what Lenny was talking about.

However, Lenny did not mind explaining. After all, extensive knowledge of the human anatomy was needed for such a feat to be achieved, and he could tell that Mr. Martin, although capable of infinitely making body parts, was very dumb about this....

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