Devil Slave (Satan system)

The Magistri could not believe what he had just heard.

He blinked several times, and if he could, he would have removed his ears to wipe them clean before fixing them back on again.

"What did you say? You have a name?"

Lenny raised a brow at the Magistri like he was looking at a fool.

"Of course I have a name! Shouldn't I have One?"

Lenny, at this moment, had totally forgotten what a name meant in demon society. As far as he was concerned, it was totally normal to have a name.

After all, Shouldn't everybody have one?

However, Lenny did not know that he had just created a storm in the Magistri's heart.

It suddenly made sense to him why Lenny's growth was so rapid.

If a Demon had a True name, the Possibilities would be endless. At least to the best of his knowledge, there were.

However, a new question rose in his heart, and he voiced it out immediately.

"Who named you? Is it from your Bloodline?" Although he asked those questions, many possibilities manifested in his head.

For example, he wondered if it was the Chimera Queen who had named Lenny.

Then again, even she did not have a name. It was totally impossible that she could name another.

Or maybe it was some demon of incredible might living beneath him in the Chimaera Caves that named him.

Many questions popped into his head, and he dismissed them one after the other.

He could no longer hold back his curiosity. From a demon's perspective, it was easy to see how strong his master was.

With Lenny's speed of growth combined with his overconfidence, the Magistri was convinced without a doubt that the person named Lenny might even be stronger than Cuban.

As far as his limited mind was concerned, this person might as well be at least in the Great Demon realm.

Such thoughts made his blood boil, and he asked again, but in a more subtle tone to show that he was serious.

"WHO NAMED YOU!?"

Lenny looked at the Magistri like he was looking at a fool.

"Who the fuck do you think named me? My mother, of course!"

Lenny said those words with Pride and confidence and even beat on his chest twice.

The Magistri's eye twitched a bit.

Was Lenny making fun of him? How could he say that a weak F-class female that was used as a breeding tool was the reason for his True name?

The Magistri did not know that Lenny was not referring to his mother in this world but to his mother in his former world.

In this manner, even though these two were speaking the same language, true communication was not achieved.

And the fact that Lenny was mocking him roused him to anger. It made his blood boil with rage, and the hair on his skin stood in response to his annoyance.

"If you are not going to tell me, then I'll just rip it out of your mouth."

The Magistri had barely finished talking when Lenny noticed that blood was oozing right out of his skin and rushed forward.

Lenny instinctively leaned backwards to dodge the attack, and just in time too.

An insane amount of blood rushed over his head.

However, as it did, it suddenly paused in mid-air, abnormally changing directions, and rushed downwards, right for his head.

"Shit!"

Lenny could not dodge in time. However, that did not mean that he was helpless.

He willed the Black Shield he had gotten from the Devil Dungeon out of storage and into his face.

*BANG!*

The attack was successfully defended, but both Lenny and his Black shield were smacked to the ground.

~Uhh~ Lenny coughed out a mouthful of blood.

He had really underestimated the force of that attack.

However, once beaten, twice shy.

Before the Magistri could strike him again, Lenny rolled out of the way, leaving the shield behind.

*BANG!*

The Blood hit again.

Lenny's eyes widened to saucers.

The black shield had been totally deformed by that attack.

It suddenly looked like it had seen hundreds of wars and should be kept in a museum as an antique.

Lenny cracked a fake, sideways smile.

However, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

All the other Magistris could only use a Blood whip or form weapons with their blood.

This Magistri, on the other hand, was on a whole different level.

"You have only heard the name 'Blood Demon' before. I doubt you know what it truly means."

As the Magistri spoke, he slowly rose in the air.

At this moment, Lenny understood that the cultivation difference was truly large.

The Magistri waved his hands, and blood from all around him rushed to his body.

This was blood from the dead bodies of the Demons running rampant all around him.

Blood left the bodies of the dead and rushed about the Magistri like a tidal wave.

It was as if it all had a life of its own, twirling about him like a slow-building tornado.

When Lenny had planned for the destruction of the Arena, he had not factored in this exact moment where the blood of the demons that had died as a result of his plot was going to empower his enemy.

The Magistri floated in the air, elevated by the blood.

It was a magnificent sight. one that Lenny had never seen before.

Even A123 looked at this and wondered if this was going to be the end.

The Corpses on the ground instantly dried up like mummies that had been dead for centuries.

Evidently, It was not just the blood that the Magistri extorted from them but also every liquid in their bodies.

The Magistri's body was all bloody, yet it appeared as if none of all that blood could stain him.

He looked at his hands, then slowly back at Lenny. Both pairs of eyes made strong contact. "You said your name is Lenny Tales; do you want that on your Grave stone...?"