Lenny thought hard at this.
Firstly, Demons used Darkline magic.
This was entirely different from the kind of power that angels had.
He had the Satan System from Lord Lucifer Morningstar.
Lucifer Morningstar was an arch angel and even for the system, it would take a couple of days to convert the feathers into his own power.
This meant that even though the Angel Feathers had power, it was going to take a very long time before all that power would be able to be converted for use.
Besides, it was also safe to say that whatsoever method they were to use was not going to be easy.
Thinking this far, a bright idea flashed in Lenny's head.
"System, is it possible to absorb the energy in the feathers and still retain their appearance?"
<Yes, this is feasibly. However, a tiny fraction of power would be left to sustain appearance>
"Good! Do that."
Lenny suddenly placed a hand on the first feather.
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"Wait! Don't touch it with your bare..."Coco tried to warn. However, Lenny touched it a d nothing happened.
This surprised him.
Coco remembered when he was just an ordinary devil with Chaos as the only object of his mind.
He had been attracted to the feathers like other Devils.
The only reason he survived and they didn't, was because they touched it and he didn't.
Instead he cultivated their power for many years, sitting besides them to absorb them.
Those devils that touched it instantly turned to dust. After all, this power was holy.
However, Lenny touched it with no problem, even riding his fingers across the surface like an affectionate man on his lover's skin.
The Feathers felt different from what he expected when he touched them.
The were white and lustered slightly like the morning sun.
Depending on how the light in the room reflected on them, that luster gave the illusion of rainbow colors.
However, they still looked steady and sharp. Unfazed by even the blowing air. Like an arrow ready for battle.
Yet, when Lenny touched them, they felt like cotton to the touch.
Lenny touched them gently. He really enjoyed the feel.
Meanwhile, Coco observed him steadily.
He wondered how it was possible that this Half-born was able to stare at the feathers for that long and not be driven to insanity.
Not to talk of touching it.
This was practically a miracle.
After all, they was a reason why human beings could never see Angels, many angels only appearing in dreams.
Coco was already left speechless by this, but the worse was yet to come.
"System, drain it enough to leave the illusion that the feathers are still intact>
Immediately, the System did as instructed.
Coco had cultivated the power of these feathers for years.
He was quite sensitive to it.
One look at Lenny and he could tell something was wrong.
Lenny had suddenly become a black hole in his eyes as the feathers were drained like a barrel of wine in front of a group of drunks.
<Holy power absorbed>
<Grade: low>
<Type: Power of the Fallen>
<Reducing system, body and soul capabilities in order to digest>
<Time Remaining for Digestion: 8 Days, 3 hours, 59 minutes and 45 Seconds>
Lenny suddenly felt his body weaken a bit, and he swayed from side to side before steadying himself up.
Although his power had been shaved by a full half.
Half did not mean that his power had reduced to that of insignificant classed Gladiators.
With the kind of power he now had, his strength only reduced from the 3rd rank lesser demon to the Second.
Growth and power worked with a kind of compounding interest.
All the power he had acquired until rank 3 was considered half.
This meant that Rank 3 was twice all that power.
Rank 4 would be the same thing. This was the reason why those of even a rank above looked down on those below.
The power gap difference was just too big.
"As agreed upon. If you follow this way, you will have safe passage out of the dungeon," Coco pointed in a particular direction.
Lenny nodded.
However just when he was about to take a step, he remembered something, "what about my teammates?"
"Hahahaha!!! As a Half-born. I am sure you are aware how deals work. The deal was to guarantee you safe passage. No one else, just you."
As he talked, Lenny could suddenly hear fighting outside.
He turned to Coco. His frowned brows in question of what was happening.
"The Dungeon is collapsing. My kin are aware of this. Like you, they want survival. They are all rushing here as we speak."
Lenny looked into Coco's red drowning eyes.
What he said next surprised even him, "I will not leave without them."
"Well, I am not forcing you to. But once you go out those doors, I can't guarantee that you come back here."
Lenny understood what the Devil meant.
This escape was meant for only one person.
Without saying anything further, Lenny took a decision that surprised Coco.
After all, he was a good judge of people, and could tell that Lenny was not that kind of person.
At least, he did not seem that way.
However, he did not know that Lenny was a man with principles. Yes, he was more twisted than boiled pasta.
But he was still a man of principles.
And those gladiators out there had helped save his life.
For an assassin, that was a huge debt.
A huge debt that he hated carrying on his head.
Without saying anything further, he turned and walked away through the path he came in.
Of course, he still had his Manta poll in hand as he walked out.
Coco watched him leave and could not help but massage his chin a little, "interesting. Really interesting."
He turned about, and a sharp tongue of flames ignited about his body and he disappeared into thin air.
Lenny had made his choice.
It was not that Lenny was a kind person or anything like that. It was just a part of his Rules even as an assassin.
It was his pride.
Meanwhile, just outside the Twin large doors, Lenny's teammates had unsheathed their weapons for a fight.
A Host of Devils stood before them.
"We are fucked!" C888 commented.
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