Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1238: To Finish The Job

Victor rose to his feet, his eyes alight with renewed determination and a ferocity that hadn’t been seen in centuries.

He took a deep breath, and with a powerful wave of his hand, an eruption of magic surged from his body. The force of it tore his shirt to shreds, revealing his chiseled frame and, more importantly, the massive runic seal etched into his back.

The seal was shaped like a clenched fist, intricate symbols coiling out from the center like veins.

This was the source of his restraint, the anchor that kept his immense power locked at the Deep Demon rank. Slowly, the runes on the seal began to unravel, glowing crimson as they broke apart piece by piece. Each fragment of the seal that dissolved released a fraction of his suppressed power, and the air around him grew heavy with his presence.

The ground beneath Victor cracked violently, unable to bear the force of his expanding magic. It was as if the plane itself recognized him as an anomaly—an existence too vast for its fragile balance—and sought to expel him.

The tremors radiated outward, shaking the city.

Perseus, still holding the protective barrier above the city, turned and shouted, "Everyone, MOVE! Get away from him, NOW!"

The werewolves scrambled back, their instincts screaming at them to flee from the overwhelming power emanating from Victor. Even the commanders, seasoned warriors, could barely stand their ground as the waves of demonic energy rippled through the air.

Meanwhile, Enel had already begun his own preparations. Standing firm amidst the chaos, his fingers moved with a fluid grace, dancing through the air as if composing an invisible symphony.

Elemental runes shimmered to life, glowing softly in hues of blue and silver. The air around him churned, the wind howling as he focused on one element in particular: oxygen.

"Concentrate…" Enel muttered under his breath. The runes spiraled around him, drawing oxygen from the atmosphere. The winds grew wild, rushing into the formations he crafted. At his current power level, maintaining such complex magic was a strain, but he pushed forward. The city will have air. It must have air.

Above them, the giant eye grew even more violent in its consumption. Its pull became monstrous, dragging more of the plane into its endless abyss. Whole sections of the land were uprooted and twisted grotesquely as they were swallowed into nothingness.

Victor’s power reached its zenith as the last fragments of the runic seal on his back shattered. A roar escaped his lips, primal and earth-shattering, as his full strength as a Greater Demon was unleashed.

His magic erupted like a scarlet storm, spiraling around him in a vortex of raw energy. The crimson aura expanded outward, encasing the entire city in its protective embrace.

This allowed breathing space for Perseus who also hurried to release his own seal.

Victor raised his arms high, his fingers clawing at the heavens. His voice boomed across the city. "I am Victor, Alpha of this pack! I will not let my people perish!"

With a mighty heave, the city began to lift from the ground.

The very foundations of the earth cracked and groaned as Victor’s power wrapped around it, tearing it free from its roots. The city hovered, trembling in the air, and then, slowly, it began to ascend.

Perseus looked on, even as he unsheathed his own power, his barrier still held against the onslaught of falling debris, but his eyes narrowed in disbelief. "He’s lifting the entire city…"

As the city rose higher, breaking through the atmosphere, the giant eye seemed to notice.

Its pull grew stronger, the hum of its abyssal energy louder, deeper, and more consuming. The push-and-pull became a battle of titans.

Victor gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his face as he held the city aloft. "You will not take them," he growled, his voice strained but resolute.

The eye’s pull intensified, its void hungrier than ever. Buildings trembled, their foundations cracking under the immense gravitational force.

Enel glanced at Victor, his voice sharp. "Hold it together! If you falter, we’re all dead!"

Victor didn’t answer, but his aura flared brighter, red as blood and burning like fire. The city continued to rise, inch by agonizing inch, defying the monstrous pull of the abyssal eye. It was a clash of willpower, raw strength, and desperation.

The eye’s hum grew eerily soothing, lulling some of the weaker creatures that had managed to survive the chaos into a trance. They stumbled forward, willingly walking into the void. Victor roared again, shaking the air. "Not this time! You won’t take anything else!"

The city, though trembling under the strain, pressed on, defying the inevitable destruction. But the battle was far from over, and every second felt like an eternity.

As the city trembled under Victor’s relentless effort, a shadow loomed large on the horizon. The monstrous figure of Vandora, the hell beast, soared into view, her vast wings carving through the air with raw power.

The sight drew gasps from the werewolves and commanders alike, their eyes wide with both awe and hope.

Standing atop Vandora’s back, her stance defiant and bold, was Tomato. Her wild grin stretched wide across her face, and the atmosphere around her seemed to crack and ripple as her untamed power radiated outward. She had unleashed her full strength, and the weight of it pressed down on everyone like an approaching storm.

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"You all look like you’ve seen a ghost!" Tomato called out, her voice carrying across the chaos. "But don’t worry—your savior’s here to fix all your mistakes. Again." She gave a playful wink, but her confidence was as sharp as the fire in her eyes.

Vandora let out a thunderous roar as she positioned herself between the city and the abyssal eye. The beast’s enormous form seemed to eclipse the destruction behind her, shielding the city from the all-consuming void.

Tomato’s grin only grew wider. "Alright, you overgrown pupil," she sneered at the eye. "Let me show you what happens when you mess with my people!"

She raised her fist high into the air, her entire body glowing with raw, concentrated power. The atmosphere itself cracked as her null power surged. With a sharp inhale, she launched her fist forward in a devastating punch aimed at the very air itself.

The force of the punch didn’t just ripple—it exploded outward like a sonic boom. The sheer momentum of her strike created a massive propellant wave that slammed into the eye with such ferocity that the gravitational pull it exerted wavered and cracked. The void itself seemed to recoil as the city, once gripped tightly by its pull, was shoved free.

"Yeah, that’s right!" Tomato bellowed, laughing as the impact reverberated. "You’re nothing but a creepy eyeball with a bad attitude. Now get lost before I turn you into dust!"

The city jolted as Victor felt the gravitational pull weaken, his power no longer stretched to its limit. With Vandora’s mighty wings flapping and Tomato’s power adding momentum, the city broke free from the abyssal eye’s hold entirely.

Victor, still holding his position, glanced up at Vandora and Tomato with a look of relief and gratitude.

Tomato smirked as Vandora turned, her massive form gliding through the emptiness of space. The hell beast caught up to the city effortlessly, Tomato still standing heroically on her back, her arms crossed.

"Don’t get too comfortable, people!" Tomato called out as they approached. "I didn’t do all this work just for you to slack off! Let’s finish the job!"

Just then a loud laughter was heard from space, "thats exactly why we are here too... to finish the job."