"is he done!?" Crusher asked insect-B as she carried him from the ground.
"No!" But it seems like they have reached their peak in the battle."
Crusher nodded, "hmmm, to think we got caught because of the sll of cum from your mouth. Hahahaha!!!" he laughed at himself a bit.
insect-B looked at him puzzled. She did not understand what was so funny, but then again, many of the things crusher did, did not make sense to her.
Crusher had strength equivalent to a Gladiator in the A class. With his strong adaptation abilities, he was already starting to heal.
After a while, the sounds of hitting walls had stopped, but the sounds of stabbing could still be heard.
It was accompanied by the sounds of slashing and even the whistling if a familiar tone.
"Let's go!" insect-B invited Crusher, but he declined.
He could still hear the slashing and cutting sounds and did not want to risk it. After all, this was a demon they were up against.
"Can't you hear?" She turned to Crusher, "he is whistling."
insect-B had not known Lenny for a long ti, but she had picked up on so of his subtle habits.
She helped Crusher up and the two of them carefully approached the sight of the battle.
The cave walls in this place had been destroyed.
The air slt like a subtle mixture of burnt at and pungent blood.
Crusher turned to insect-B, and her to him.
They could both see the sa look of curiosity in each other's eyes.
They moved forward and then they saw it.
Subtle white flas still burned around the place. No doubt from Lenny.
Lenny whistled a harmonic tone as he sliced into Potty's body with the pincer in his hands.
Although his body had started the healing process, his face and body was still half burnt from the acid spit.
With the way he dug into Potty, he looked like a zombie greedy for flesh.
potty was a demon and his at was hard, but Lenny was starting to get the hang of it.
Lenny finally broke through the dead demon's rib cage.
The inner anotomy of a demon was slightly different from that of a human, but with Lenny's vast knowledge of organs and their functions, it was not hard for him to figure out what was what.
He finally located the heart.
Lenny smiled as he reached for it and plugged it out of Potty's Chest like he was getting an apple.
The Satan system had said that he needed to consu the heart blood.
Lenny lifted the heart above his mouth, and then he squeezed hard.
The blood flowed into his mouth like a running tap and it went straight into his throat, bathing his face and the rest of his body in the process.
Crusher saw this and swallowed hard. This was not in hunger to join Lenny, but in fear of him.
Lenny had done the impossible. He had killed a demon.
Of course, Crusher had seen Lenny kill the Chira ant queen, but that was different.
In his mind, he only saw her as nothing more than a bug.
Potty was different. He was a demon of the F class.
That was the foundational class that all Gladiators passed through.
Crusher was no exception.
And just like all that passed through the F class, he feared this demon.
This was a crested fear stamped in his heart from the mont he could recognize his hands as tools to ensure his survival.
In this isolated world of there's, demons were not just their keepers, they were sothing else entirely.
They were their gods.
From the will of the demons they ate, slept, fought and even mated.
It was all to please their ever unpleased masters.
They suffered day and night. So much so that suffering had beco their daily bread.
From when the heavenly chosen were taken away, their fates had been sealed.
Sealed long before their births. Sealed to suffer because of the sins of their forefathers that they had practically never t.
They had inherited the sins of n and won long before the establishnt of their innocent minds onto the world.
How was it their fault?
How were they the ones to bla?
And lastly, to whom do they complain to?
To whom do they say their prayers?
Was it to the gods of old or to the heavens that had abandoned them to suffer the pleasures of their new evil masters or it was to the masters that enjoyed the feel of their flesh stuck in between their teeth?
Their destiny from birth was suffering and it was also to end in suffering.
However, Lenny had appeared.
Like a a rainbow after the storm, he had appeared.
Crusher looked at Leeny and a few drops of tears strolled down his cheeks.
What he saw was not a monster, but a saviour.
What he saw, was man kinds savior.
One look at Lenny and he understood.
For one to conquer monsters, he must beco one himself.
On the spot, Crusher made a decision to give all he could, even if it ant his own flesh just to see Lenny punish these disillusioned gods.
Crusher suddenly looked to the sky as he tried to hold back his tears of joy, "Hahahaha!!!"
He laughed widely, he raised one of his hands to the sky, his middle finger in the air.
"Demons of the fucking Arena, we are coming to fuck you BASTARDS up!"
Lenny turned in Crusher's direction the mont he heard his words.
Lenny gave him a smile.
With the blood pouring out of his mouth through the gaps in his jaw, he smiled a broad smile.
And then it turned into full blown laughter.
At this point, Lenny head so alerts from the system.
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