Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1216: Blow Them Up

Enel sighed heavily, wiping some of the blood off his brow, his tone cutting through the heavy silence at the new information.

He never considered himself savior of the world much less the entire universe and still did not, but as long as it involved the Morningstar, he was going to willingly destroy it.

However there were more important matters at hand.

"We’ll talk about those matters later, Perseus. For now, we need to get out of here."

Turning his attention to the milky waters of the Eternal Spring, Enel’s eyes narrowed. This was a treasure beyond imagination. A flowing river of liquid creation, said to have the power to heal all wounds, restore lost limbs, and even resurrect the dead if wielded correctly. Wars would break out between entire planes and solar systems for even a single drop. And here it was, flowing endlessly, an eternal gift—or curse.

The ancient rumors whispered that it was a remnant of creation itself. The foundation of life carved by the hands of the One Above All. Now, with the Holy Tool of Love—or rather, its twisted form—Enel knew better. The rumors weren’t entirely false. The spring did originate from the love that birthed the universe, but it had been tainted over eons. Its existence was both a blessing and a volatile danger.

Leaving it here, vulnerable to those who sought its power, was not an option.

Perseus stepped forward, his green eyes gleaming with an idea. "I might know what to do with it. Besides..." He smirked slightly. "We’ve got a rat to fish out back on the Imperilment Plane, and this might just help us do it."

Enel raised a brow, crossing his arms. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"

Perseus gestured upward, his face growing serious. "I’ll explain later. Right now, we’ve got unwanted guests up there—fallen angels and demons, still tearing each other apart." He chuckled darkly. "Unlike before, the fallen angels seem weaker. I don’t know why, but we can certainly use that to our advantage. Wipe them all out in one go."

Enel’s lips curled into a grin, devilish and sharp, revealing a glimpse of his predatory nature. The smile made Perseus shiver involuntarily, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.

"That," Enel said slowly, "gives me a very good idea."

Perseus shook off the unsettling feeling and pulled out a peculiar black jar from his satchel. The moment he uncorked it, the cavern trembled. The river, as if summoned by an unseen force, surged upward, funneling into the jar in a spiraling torrent of glowing white liquid. The sound was deafening, like a thousand waterfalls collapsing into a single point.

The once-lush ground around the Eternal Spring began to crack and dry. Grass and moss withered in seconds, their vibrant green fading to ash. The cavern floor, once brimming with life, became a barren wasteland of hardened, cracked stone.

Perseus secured the jar, sealing the lid tightly. "That’s that," he muttered, strapping the container to his side.

Enel turned to him, his expression serious. "Get everyone out of here. I’ll meet you outside."

Perseus hesitated for a moment but decided against asking questions. The look in Enel’s eyes was enough to tell him that he had something planned. Without another word, he and the remaining werewolves began their retreat.

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Minutes later, Perseus and his team emerged from the underground labyrinth into the cool, open air. The pale light of the full moon in the underworld bathed the ruins of the High Elves’ once-grand city in an eerie glow.

One of the werewolves, panting heavily, turned to Perseus. "What about Tomato and Allison? Are they still in there?"

Perseus waved him off. "Don’t worry about them. Enel will take care of it."

Just as the words left his lips, the ground beneath their feet rumbled violently, a low, guttural roar echoing through the night.

Perseus turned sharply toward the ruins, his eyes widening. "What the hell—?"

Suddenly, the ruined city exploded with a deafening boom that shook the entire plane. The ground split open, chunks of rock and debris launching into the air like missiles. A column of blinding light shot skyward, illuminating the dark underworld as if a second sun had been born.

The light pulsed, growing brighter and brighter, until it collapsed inward, forming a massive mushroom cloud that expanded rapidly into the sky. The force of the explosion sent shockwaves rippling outward, flattening everything in its path. Dust and ash filled the air, creating a choking veil that turned the moonlight crimson.

Perseus shielded his face from the searing wind, his heart pounding. The sheer magnitude of the destruction left the werewolves speechless, their eyes wide with disbelief.

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Far in the distance, where the city once stood, there was now nothing but a crater, a smoldering very deep scar upon the earth.

One of the werewolves whispered in awe, "What... what just happened?"

Perseus clenched his fists, staring at the devastation. He didn’t answer. There was no need to.

A few minutes later, Enel emerged from the chaos, striding forward with an air of calm authority. Not a scratch marred his body, his expression unreadable yet commanding. Beside him was Tomato, her ever-present grin practically glowing in the moonlight. Over her shoulder hung a figure whose radiant skin and tattered clothing exuded a holy light that made the air around them shimmer faintly.

This figure was unmistakable, even in their current state. Wrapped tightly in glowing runes that glimmered like chains of starlight, their once-majestic wings bound and muted, was none other than Therion. His face was swollen, his body battered, and he hung limp, utterly defeated and unconscious.

Behind them came Allison, Enel’s mother, carrying Lady Vinegar—unconscious but breathing. Walking alongside them was Lana, Enel’s sister, her stride steady, her eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting another threat.

The group halted before Perseus and the werewolves, who had been waiting with bated breath. Perseus stepped forward, his sharp gaze moving from Therion to the others, his curiosity piqued. "What in the name of the planes happened down there?"

Enel’s lips curled into a faint smirk as he tapped the glowing mark of the Command Law on his forehead. Its faint hum of energy seemed to pulse in tandem with his words. "I blew up the entire city."

Perseus frowned, looking at him sharply. "And what of the people... the high elves?"

Enel shrugged, his tone as casual as though they were discussing the weather. "Don’t worry about them... it’s all good."

Perseus studied him for a long moment, his instincts prickling, but he decided not to press further. Instead, he gave a curt nod and turned away. "Fine. Let’s move. We’re heading back to Imperilment."

Without another word, the group fell into formation, leaving the smoldering ruins of the High Elves’ hidden city behind them.