Aaaargh!
The pain dug deep into Matt’s body; everywhere was blurry for a mont. His scream was like a dragon roar, reaching every corner of the room.
Blood flowed out like a spring, littering everywhere. Matt hadn’t felt much pain like this before; he couldn’t describe the pain that he felt.
But this was still the least of all his troubles now.
The Devil snapped its finger once again,
Aaaargh!
His left arm had joined his right arm; blood flowed out forming a puddle around him.
Matt felt fear, fear of the creature standing before him, fear of death. He realized how foolish his thought was.
Planning on fighting such creatures like it with his strength is stupidity,
The terror of Ancient Devil is witnessed by Matt, and he’s taught hell on Earth.
The excruciating pain hurt , and also the urge to touch the place where the blood was flowing due to its inches can’t be solved because he’s now armless.
His consciousness was already slipping away; this pain is beyond what he can carry; his body couldn’t take it any longer.
To Matt, death seems like salvation, a hope brought by heaven to save him from this hell.
Matt realized how childish his thought was. In the space where he saw the signpost, there was no way he could win unless heaven decided to help him.
And this was the first level of the dungeon, and he was this helpless and weak even though he was chained.
No wonder it was called Hell.
With another snap of his finger, Matt’s right leg had joined his hands; he couldn’t scream, his voice was already hoarse, and his eyes were half open.
Matt was supposed to be dead by now, but the devil before him wouldn’t allow him to die so easily; it was keeping him from falling unconscious.
To Matt, this was hell; his thought wasn’t in one piece, he was broken, devastated, but the devil wasn’t done.
Snapping another of his fingers, Matt was now armless and without legs. He was on the ground, soaked in his blood that had beco a pool.
His face was pale like a vampire due to blood loss.
"Help ," Matt cried out in his mind; the only thing that can help him is the devil in him.
"Jie Jie, young one, I am sorry, I am helpless; you can bla your stupidity for exposing the fact that you knew of its identity." The devil laughed.
Matt felt he had fallen into an abyss. He realized sothing: aren’t they both devils? Why would they help a human?
"Now we are just starting," he said, his voice contained chills, his lips curled up into a grin.
Matt’s body was brought in front of the devil, who smiled. He released the devilish energy into Matt’s body through his ear, nose, and mouth.
As humans and devils aren’t compatible, another level of pain was what Matt was experiencing.
The pain he was experiencing before was one quarter of what he was experiencing now.
Aaaargh!
The entirety of his body was itching him severely, but how could he scratch it? The pain was reaching his heart; he began to suffocate, but he couldn’t die.
"Oh, interesting," the devil smirked, noticing sothing in Matt.
Inside Matt’s body, where the devil was staying, an intruder had appeared,
The Blade Ancient Devil looked at the skeleton and the blood that surrounded him. "Hahaha, I never thought I would et my kin here."
It smiled, "Wouldn’t you welco your guest?"
"Humph," A familiar mountain built of skeletons, a throne appeared with a devilish shadow on it.
The Blade Ancient Devil saw this; he smiled, but seeing the devilish shadow, it froze for a mont, and the next mont, it knelt down in fear,
"Greetings, Supre Devil," it said in a respectful tone.
anwhile, even though Matt was feeling intense pain, his consciousness appeared in this place as the Blade Ancient Devil intruded here.
He shook as he could see how respectful the ancient devil was. So what was in him was of more terror than the ancient devil that had shown him hell.
Matt felt all hope was lost.
"Sigh, you are surely keen, Blade. It seems I can’t hide my identity anymore." The Devil let out a sigh.
"Hehehehehe," the blade devil grinned. Matt was surprised that the respectful tone had disappeared; he felt tension in the air.
His consciousness disappeared, completely unknown about what happened.
"I wonder why a supre demon is in a human," the Blade Ancient Devil grinned with a sly smile.
The devil Shadow saw this; he snorted, "Impudence."
"Hehe, according to our mories, you guys have fallen. Then it ans what’s here is just a broken soul of yours." Blade Devil licked his lips, his eyes flashed with a greedy gaze,
"Hmm, even though this is a broken soul of mine, it’s not sothing you can deal with," the devil Shadow roared, and an imnse devil was released on the Ancient Devil, suppressing it.
If Matt saw this, he would be surprised, because he had never seen such potency of devilish energy. It was giving a holy and sacred aura.
The Ancient Devil was suppressed, his back slowly bending, before he smiled, "It seems that I was right; you are just an empty shell."
It slowly stood straight; it didn’t bother hiding its greedy look. "I wonder if I devour you, how strong would I be?"
"How did you escape my pressure?" The devil was surprised, looking at the ancient devil.
"You will find when I devour you," the ancient devil smirked. It moved, not wasting ti, attacking the devil.
The Devil couldn’t watch itself getting devoured; its figure stood up from the throne, and as it did so, its appearance was exposed.
A young man with black hair, two bumps on his head, beastly reptilian black eyes, and skin as smooth as a baby’s.
A black garnt covered his body, his nails sharp like claws.
"It’s been a while since soone dared to fight and provoke ." He moved, a devilish smile on his face.
Reviews
All reviews (0)