Chapter 740 The Raid Will End Him
Amidst the desolation of the battlefield, mountains of devil corpses surrounded Lenny and Allison, a testament to the ferocity of their fight. The slain bodies, stacked haphazardly, formed grotesque hills of flesh and broken limbs, painting a gruesome picture under the dim sky.
It was as if the very ground they lay upon had turned into a macabre tapestry woven from the remains of their adversaries.
Lenny, his once white hair now a deep, blood-red hue, cradled Allison in his arms. Both of them were covered from head to toe in the blood of the devils they had vanquished, their naked forms almost merging with the carnage that surrounded them.
The blood that coated them was slowly drying, turning darker with each passing moment, marking them as victors in a battle most would find unimaginable.
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid stench of death, a stark reminder of the violence that had just transpired. In this moment, Lenny and Allison, amidst the destruction they had wrought, appeared both vulnerable and invincible - a paradox made flesh against the backdrop of their fallen foes.
It was a scene of utter devastation, yet in it, there was a strange, morbid beauty - the beauty of survival against overwhelming odds, and the triumph of two warriors who had faced the abyss and emerged victorious.
And then blessed the battlefield with the erotic touch of their dance steps sewn together by their affection for each other's skin.
The silence that hung over the battlefield was a silent ode to their strength and the horrors they had endured to claim their victory and the trophy of their intercourse.
Amidst the stillness that enveloped the battlefield, a palpable aura emanated from Lenny and Allison, creating an invisible barrier that the remaining devils dared not cross. Millions of them lingered at a distance, their devil instincts warning them of the potent force that Lenny and Allison exuded. It was a silent standoff, a tense calm after the storm of their fierce battle.
Slowly rising to his feet, Lenny left the warmth of Allison's embrace, standing tall amidst the carnage. With a graceful gesture, he summoned cosmic energy that cascaded over him like a purifying waterfall, washing away the remnants of blood and battle. His movements were fluid and assured, a dance of power and control. In response to another wave of his hand, clothes materialized out of thin air, a new garb fitting of his victorious stature.
Allison, too, cleansed herself with a similar gesture, her mastery over cosmic energy evident. She donned the clothes provided by Lenny, her actions efficient and composed. Yet, when her eyes met Lenny's, there was an unmistakable change. The deep, sky-blue hue of her eyes mirrored his own, signaling an imprinting so rare and profound. The sight of her eyes, now reflecting his color, added a new depth to her already captivating presence.
Acknowledging this silent but significant transformation, Lenny called out to Jasper. The young woman, who had witnessed the extraordinary battle from her hiding spot, emerged with a mix of awe and reverence etched on her face. She stumbled over the bodies of the fallen devils, each step a reminder of the epic confrontation she had observed.
Jasper's expression was one of solemn wonder. To her, the events she had just witnessed were not mere acts of violence but a transcendent display of power and divinity.
In Lenny and Allison, she saw not just warriors, but beings who had transcended the ordinary, etching their victory not just on the battlefield but in the very annals of mythical legends. The air around them was charged with an unspoken acknowledgment of their strength and the new bond that had formed in the crucible of battle.
Lenny turned in another direction, "COCO! i know that you are also there. After all, this was all a test, was it not?" The moment Lenny said these words, Coco materialized in thin air, and behind him was lady Hanger.
Coco was also a devil himself, but he looked at his kin that had been turned to meat trash on the ground like they were actual trash, without a sigular care in the world. And then he looked at lenny again, "How did you know, it was all a test?"
Lenny gave a side smile, "If it was a real battle, you would have joined the battle. But you didn't. Besides, devils are very chaotic creatures. the others shouldn't stop and should remain in a bloody frenzy until the last one falls."
Coco nodded at lenny, "thats true. nevertheless, I should congratulate you for your..." he paused a bit as he turned to Allison, "...bride, if I dare say."Lenny chuckled, "Thank you." he accepted the compliment. "Now, to other important things. I know you want to raid the Wandering city again, and you need my help. When is the next hunt?"
Coco, with his devilish charm and nonchalant demeanor, regarded Lenny with an amused twinkle in his eyes. "Ah, Lenny, always straight to the point. The next hunt for the Wandering City of Judas is scheduled in three days. This time, we plan to hit them where it hurts the most," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of malicious glee.
Lady Hanger, standing quietly behind Coco, nodded in agreement. Her presence, though less flamboyant than Coco's, was equally commanding. She was a figure of elegance and power, her gaze sharp and calculating.
Lenny listened intently, his mind already formulating strategies and contingencies. "Three days, you say? That gives us enough time to prepare. This time around, we won't just raid; we'll make sure to leave a lasting impression," he said, his voice carrying an edge of determination.
Coco's grin widened, "I expected no less from you, Lenny. With your help, this raid will be legendary. The Baroness won't know what hit her."
Allison, still adjusting to the imprint bond she now shared with Lenny, observed the conversation with keen interest. She understood the gravity of their next move and the potential dangers it entailed. Yet, there was a sense of excitement brewing within her, a feeling of being part of something much larger than herself.
Jasper, meanwhile, remained silent, absorbing the weight of the discussions. She felt a mix of fear and admiration for Lenny and Alison, their power and resolve something she had never witnessed before. The realization that she was in the presence of individuals who could alter the very fabric of their world was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.
As the group began to discuss the details of their impending assault on the Wandering City, the air was thick with a sense of impending action, a brewing storm that promised to shake the foundations of their enemies. Lenny's leadership and strategic acumen, combined with the unique abilities of Coco, Lady Hanger, and Allison, formed a formidable alliance, one that held the promise of victory and retribution.
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