Devil Slave (Satan system)

It was only now that Lenny saw their battle that he understood why the creature had been as slow as it had been initially.

After all, it was currently moving so fast that it was literally bouncing off the walls.

Its initial slow movement had been to conserve energy as best as possible for high-intensity battles such as this one that required explosive use of energy.

Moses had entered his werewolf form, instantly increasing twice in size.

Lenny had not thought anything wrong with this, except that the transformation did not help too much with the injuries since it expanded Moses muscles that were trying to stitch themselves.

Nevertheless, that did not mean that Moses was going to be easily bullied.

He was still a guard, and he took his job quite seriously.

He howled to the sky as he rushed for the mutated human.

Moses claws were sharp, and he did an incredible job of slicing through the mutated human\'s skin like a hot knife through butter every time that he swung his hands.

He was ferocious in his attacks, and every swing of his hands was to execute maximum damage to the fore before his eyes.

Moses used not just his claws but also his jaws. After all, it was a well-known fact that one of the most dangerous features of a werewolf was their sharp teeth and the incredible bite power that came with it.

However, the mutated creature, like Mr. Martin, its master, was also capable of healing.

Although its own did not involve the absorption of other people like Mr. Martin did, it was still very impressive.

Moses sliced off its meat, and it just healed it all up, growing back and looking all sickly again.

At the same time, it also inflicted damage on Moses.

Although it was not a werewolf and did not transform, its hands acted like giant hammers.

Every blow to Moses was earth-shattering.

Lenny was sure that every blow that hit was yet another bone, either out of place or outright broken.

With the continuous blood that fell from Moses\'s elongated wolf mouth, it was obvious that there was only so long that he could last like this.

Lenny was engaged in a fight with Mr. Martin, and Moses was engaged with the mutated human.

Victor by the corner felt very useless. As much as he wanted to help, he couldn\'t. He was just not strong enough to

He knew very well that if he intruded in the battles, he would be instant dead meat.

His only choice was to hide in a corner.

At this moment, the words Lenny had said before passed through his mind.

He was just a useless fifteen-year-old boy.

As he hid in a corner, behind some of the bodies on the walls, feeling sorry for himself, another person took note of him.

It was the old woman with sewn-in-shut eyes.

"You will make fine material for the chief\'s wall, boy!" She seemingly appeared from a corner with her large, thick, rusting needles in hand and her yarn of tendons in the other hand.

"Shit!" Victor cursed as he kicked against the ground, finding his way through a particular passage to run for his life.

"hehehe!!!" The old woman giggled lightly. "Oh my, so you want to play hide and seek, huh? There is no place in this magnificent house that you can hide. Just come and join the kind boys and girls on the walls!"

Meanwhile, Lenny faced Mr. Martin with swift ferociousness. Both of them exchanged blows rapidly.

Many of the blows that Lenny dodged even ended up killing those that had been sewn to the walls, turning them into mashed meat paste.

Mr. matin attacks were slightly too slow to reach Lenny most of them.

Even though Mr. Martin had a higher level of agility than Lenny, this was made possible because Lenny had something that Mr. Martin did not have, and that was skill.

His skill as an assassin covered for his lack of comparable speed.

His steps were usually very light, and each time he moved, it looked to Mr. Martin as if a feather was lightly touching the ground.

The steps of an assassin were usually light, but attacks were heavy.

There were also times that Lenny would seem to disappear, only to appear again with an attack that was once again aimed at any new location that Mr. Martin had moved his face to.

However, killing Mr. Martin was but an illusin since he easily healed any injury in this house of human food plastered on the walls.

In this manner, Lenny and Mr. Martin frustrated one another.

Lenny was a slippery cockroach that could not just stay in one location and accept a good crushing, and Mr. Martin was a stubborn fly that did not die, no matter how many times he was swatted.

"I must say, I\'m a little impressed!" Mr. Martin commented, "I was not expecting you to be such an opponent. However, you are only a half-born. Eventually, you will run out of energy. It might be in an hour or a day, but it will eventually happen, and I will watch it happen and enjoy feasting on your succulent flesh." 

Lenny chuckled. "You are right, but that is only because I have not brought out the big guns. Its because I still find some use for you!" 

"Use!? Hahahaha!!! Is that the best excuse you can come up with? This is a fight to the death. There are no \'Big guns\'." 

"Oh, but there is. If you answer my questions, then I\'ll do you a favor and bring them out." 

"Really?"

Lenny nodded. "Although I\'m not sure you will like them, it will still be a fun death for you!"

Mr. Martin nodded. "I am in such a good mood from knowing I will eat you soon that I don\'t mind telling you some things." 

"Good! first Question. Which of the Demon Royal families is trying to use me...?"