Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1196: Perseus Plan.

Basketface was a demon and as such his existence was not much for approval on this city. But now, he worked under Luca as the chief of security, in secret of course.

And like he always was, he took his job very seriously.....

Basketface’s Darkline attack came with deadly precision, and he announced it with a sneer, "Soul Cleaver!" as his sinister energy tore through the surroundings, reducing everything it touched to a latticework of cuts, fine as threads in a spider’s web.

The street buckled, and fragments of stone shattered under the onslaught, the power radiating outward with palpable menace.

Perseus answered the assault with his own attack, summoning his crackling green lightning with a calm ferocity. "Let’s see how you like my Thunderous Wrath!" he called, hurling a bolt that exploded in Basketface’s direction, illuminating the street in fierce bursts of green. The air buzzed with the violent collision of their powers, and Perseus gritted his teeth as he held his ground.

Meanwhile, the two werewolves who had accompanied Perseus threw themselves into battle against the High Elves, who had begun advancing with weapons gleaming. The wolves, highly skilled and swift, tore into the elven lines with vicious slashes and feral strength. Each clash was brutal, a test of speed and strategy; even as one werewolf smashed an elf’s spear into splinters, the elf simply extended his hand. The runes on the street beneath him glowed, and a new spear materialized in his grasp, pristine as before.

"They’re like insects we can’t kill!" one of the werewolves snarled, watching as the elves they’d knocked down moments ago rose to their feet, their wounds closing as if they’d never been injured.

One elf brought his sword down in a vicious arc, only for his blade to be met by the powerful gauntlet of a werewolf’s armor. The clash rang out, metal against metal, and the werewolf’s armor held firm—saving him from what would have been a fatal blow. The werewolf grinned, baring fangs, and countered, knocking the elf back and kicking his weapon aside. Yet, with a simple wave, the elf summoned a new weapon, the runes glowing on his arm as if taunting their opponents.

Basketface laughed harshly as he advanced on Perseus, still shrouded in his Soul Cleaver’s deadly aura. "You can’t win here, Perseus! Even if you kill them, they’ll rise again. The runes of this city draw power from Creation magic itself!"

Perseus deflected another onslaught of Darkline energy with a crackling arc of Thunderous Wrath, but he could feel his own power slowly draining even more than ever. "You’ve got quite the advantage here," he admitted, eyes flicking to his struggling werewolves, who were wearing down. "But don’t get too confident, Basketface. You may have high elves and the city runes on your side, but I’d wager there’s a bigger threat to this city than me."

Basketface’s gaze darkened, and his lips twisted into a snarl. "Trying to scare me? Pathetic. I’ll take your corpse to the queen myself and remind her who her true allies are!" His Darkline energy whipped around him, creating a tempest of sharp edges that sliced the air.

Perseus dodged, hurling his lightning forward to meet Basketface’s attack. "The Fallen Angels are here, you fool. They’ve come for the city."

"Lies!" Basketface spat, dismissing the words as another thunderous impact threw them back. "You’re just stalling. I’ll cut you down and watch this city thrive under our power."

Perseus only grinned, eyes flashing with a dark confidence. "Believe what you want. But when they descend upon you, I’ll be long gone—one way or another."

Nearby, one werewolf lunged at an elf, claws glinting as he delivered a deadly swipe. The elf staggered back, nearly losing his footing. But before the werewolf could press his advantage, the runes beneath them flared, restoring the elf’s stamina in an instant. The werewolf growled, taking a step back as exhaustion began to seep into his bones; he knew he couldn’t keep this up much longer.

Still, the werewolves fought on, outmatching the elves in skill and ferocity, but becoming worn from the relentless renewal of their enemies. One wolf nearly fell, but his armor absorbed the brunt of an elven spear thrust, sparing him from death by the barest margin. He staggered back, clutching his side, but managed to regain his stance.

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Perseus watched his comrades with a mixture of respect and worry, seeing their determination but also the strain in their movements. "They won’t last," he muttered to himself. Then, with a fierce look, he summoned more of his green lightning, pushing back against Basketface with renewed force. "You think this city’s magic makes you invincible? I’ve faced worse odds than this."

Basketface sneered, sending another barrage of Soul Cleaver’s deadly tendrils toward him. "Then let’s make this quick. I’m done playing games."

The two powers collided again, lighting the street in flashes of emerald and shadow, their forces clashing like ancient titans locked in battle. Perseus gritted his teeth, and then a sly smile appeared at one side of his lips.

He suddenly turned off his darkline energy, allowing the attack of basketface reach him with a fierce explosion.

Simultaneously the other werewolves had suffered nearly the same fate.

However when the dust and sand from the explosion settled, no one was there. Not Perseus nor the werewolves.

Basketface was confused about this.

However, about a kilometer away, Perseus and the two other werewolves suddenly appeared.

Perseus sighed. The plan had worked. He looked at the Castling device on his arm. This device was proving to be more useful than he thought it would be.

The other werewolves also checked on their own devices.

"Lord Perseus are you sure this will work?" One of the werewolves asked as he turned back to his human form.

Perseus nodded, "the seed of suspicion has already been planted. Basketface was governor momoa’s assistantat one time. Just to be sure, he will check to know if its true. Besides, I’m sure our battle attracted the angels. With the power this city has, it might be possible to bring them down, and if Basketfacedoes not bring them down, we would have already won if we have our enemies fighting each other."

He turned to a corner, "Tomato will handle the Arena, lets go find that Treasure..."