Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 766 Facing Morgana

And the raining blood did not help matters any bit.

But it wasn\'t just the land that instilled a sense of dread; it was the figure standing amidst the desolation, awaiting their descent with a chilling sense of anticipation.

Morgana, once a figure of beauty even when she was a gladiator of the Arena, now stood as a grotesque testament to the demons\' cruel ingenuity and the depths of their depravity.

Half of her face retained the semblance of the human she once was—a haunting reminder of her past identity.

This human side, with its familiar beautiful features, pretty eye, pink lashes, and smooth face, was a stark, unsettling contrast to the monstrosity that she had become.

The other half of her face was a nightmarish landscape of demonic transformation. Horns erupted from her skull, twisting and curving in wicked arcs, while pus-filled bumps marred her skin, giving her a diseased, corrupted appearance.

Lenny was aware that Coco had once taken her under his wing, allowing her develop with his devil practices. But at the time, she had become stronger, and far prettier.

Now, that it was clear that the demon\'s had touched her, she was something else entirely.

The abomination that was Morgana\'s body was a horrifying amalgamation of knightly armor and advanced robotics, as if she had been the subject of some dark, twisted experiment blending medieval warfare with futuristic technology.

Her body was a patchwork of metal and flesh, with plates of armor fused to her skin in a seamless integration that spoke of agonizing procedures.

Her tail, a metallic appendage of considerable length, snaked behind her, adorned with razor-sharp thorns that promised pain and destruction. It was a weapon in its own right, capable of tearing through flesh and bone with ease.

As they drew closer, the air seemed to thicken with malevolence emanating from Morgana. Her presence was a blight upon the landscape, a visual representation of the corruption that pervaded the Wandering City.

The transformation had not been kind; it had stripped her of any remnants of humanity, leaving behind a creature fueled by hatred and suffering.

Before Lenny, Coco and Victor could even touch the ground, Morgana\'s voice, a ghastly blend of human and demonic timbres, cut through the air. "Die!" she hissed, the word laced with venom and a thirst for vengeance that chilled the blood.

The moment she said those words. The blood falling with them pause din the air, and then it moved abnormally.

Instead of falling to the ground, it all shoot for Lenny, Victor and Coco.

Each with their onw defensive properties protected themselves.

After all, even though they were great demon existences, they could tell that this attack could kill them.

Coco summoned yet another devil, using it as a shield in front of his body.

Lenny waved his hands and a host of brightly decorated swords appeared.

*WEAPON PLAY!*

With his eyesight, defending with this was a piece of cake. Each sword turned into a ray of light that shot for every droplet of blood.

However, an unbelievable sight occurred before Lenny\'s eyes.

The blood droplets on impart with the swords broke them into pieces and the trajectory, and speed of the attacks was not interrupted in even the slightest bit.

Lenny had no choice but to somersault in the air. He made twists and turns to dodge the attacks that aimed at taking his life.

On the other hand, he looked at Victor with the side of his eyes.

Victor had been smarter. His claws became longer, but at the same time, he bite into his forearms, allowing his blood to flow into the obsidian claws.

*CLANK!* CLANK!* CLANK!*

He defended against the blood attacks.

While Coco\'s method of defense had been more directing, sacrificing yet another devil for his goal.

Lenny landed on the black earth, his feet sliding against the ground as he managed to get his footing right.

He looked at Morgana. Once upon a time her name was E666. She had been a thorn at his side and he had even propagated her death.

After that, she had become a half devil existence. Right now, she was serious trouble.

<Appraiser>

<Name: Morgana (No True name)

<Race: Former halfborn (Augmented creation of Demon birth/

Devil cursed)

<Rank: Rank 4

<Strength: ???

<Agility: ???>

<Magic: 50000/50000 (Darkline and Chaos born)

<HP 14000/14000>

<Exp. 14100/15000>

/Title/

*Love Cursed

* Lenny Obsessed

* Baroness Shadow Toy

/Abilities/

* Tail Whip Enchantment

* Blood Thief= Steal the blood of anyone that is weak willed on Sight

*Seductress= Enchantment with every wound inflicted.

*Lap Dance Of Death = Steal the Essence of all males (Ability is only applicable during sex)

*Adapter.

Lenny saw the stats that morgana had and he could not help but be speechless.

He had never seen stats like this in his entire life, and he was proud to say that he had faced incredible opponents of different calibers.

However, morgana was literally a breathing weapon of destruction.

It was true that her stats was indeed formidable, but what really made him frown was the fact that in this place, he could not display his full power.

Judas was its own sub plane, and it came with rules that were not at all in Lenny\'s favor. After all, they was only so much blood he could use in a fight.

However, Morgana had used the blood that fell from the very sky against them.

She had home advantage, and he could also see that her stats for \'Strength\' and \'Agility\' were missing. It was just like the Unnamed that he had met back on the ground.

It met that she also got strength and agility from the Wandering city.

This was not a good thing...