Devil Slave (Satan system)-Chapter 1265: Meeting Kamala

Enel turned back to the crowd, the dagger now glowing faintly as he lifted it high into the air. His voice boomed, carrying over the heads of the stunned villagers. "From now on, we stick together. We don’t need spies or cowards serving fallen gods among us!"

Surprisingly, the people erupted in cheers. Their cries were filled with anger, relief, and something else—hope.

From behind, Lana watched with furrowed brows. She shook her head slightly, her voice low as she muttered to Allison, "Even when he kills their own, they cheer for him. Surely it’s not love. They’ve only just met him."

Allison, her arms crossed, glanced at Enel with a faint smirk. "It’s charisma. The mark of a leader. He was born for this."

But Lana’s expression darkened. "He only wears the coat of leadership when it suits his agenda," she said softly. "What he really wears is the skin of a snake." Despite her words, there was no venom in her tone—only a quiet observation.

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Enel’s voice broke through their conversation as he gave a new command to the villagers. "Bring me everything—anything that can even remotely serve as a weapon. Swords, axes, clubs, even farming tools. I’ll make them fit for battle."

The villagers obeyed, disappearing into their homes and returning with an assortment of crude weapons. Rusted swords, dented axes, and sharpened farming tools piled before Enel like offerings.

He knelt before the pile, his fingers moving with delicate precision, as though plucking invisible strings in the air. Holy-powered runes began to shimmer, materializing in intricate patterns around the weapons. The villagers watched in awe as the symbols carved themselves onto the blades and handles, glowing faintly with divine energy.

The process was slow and taxing. Enel had to pause several times, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Sweat dripped from his brow as his magic reserves dwindled. By the time he finished the last weapon, his reserves had fallen to a mere magic : 50 /1000.

Even Allison stepped forward, extending her obsidian claws. "You’re doing everyone else’s weapons," she said with a smirk. "Might as well do mine."

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Enel chuckled, his exhaustion clear but his determination unshaken. He etched Holy runes into her claws, the symbols gleaming faintly before fading into the dark material. "There," he said, leaning back with a sigh. "Now you can scratch out a god’s eyes if you need to." she chuckled at his remark and then again, her eyes met with his, for some reason, they lingered.

She hated to admit it, but she enjoyed it.

"Anything else?" he asked her and she shook her head sharply as she turned and hurried away with her cheeks blushing red.

Lana at the side just shook her head, trying hard not to think of the abominable relationship between a mother and hers son that had suddenly become so bold.

After resting briefly, Enel stood, his gaze sweeping over the armed villagers. Only the able-bodied men stood ready to fight. The women, children, and elderly had been left behind to protect the village.

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Talkling led the group to the back of the village, their path winding through a dense forest that soon opened to reveal a towering mountain. The air was heavy with heat and ash, and the ground trembled faintly beneath their feet.

"This is it," Talkling said, his voice trembling slightly. "The mountain of the gods."

The volcano loomed over them, its peak shrouded in ominous clouds. From the far side, massive black tendrils, thick as ancient tree trunks, stretched outward like the veins of some malevolent beast. They snaked toward the horizon, where the city lay in their path.

The ground shook, and bursts of light erupted from the mountain’s summit, casting brief flashes across the darkened landscape. Enel’s sharp eyes narrowed as he observed the spectacle.

He recognized the source of the light—Vandora. She was attacking the mountain, but her efforts were misdirected. The true problem lay at the source. then again, he understood that her priority was in protecting the City therefore, there was no problem in that.

At the mountain’s base, Talkling led them to a gaping entrance. The cavern yawned before them, its depths shrouded in impenetrable darkness. A faint, sickly smell wafted out, a mix of decay and sulfur.

"This is the path," Talkling said, his voice low. "The gods come through here."

Enel stepped forward, his boots crunching against the rocky ground. His gaze lingered on the tendrils in the distance before shifting to the ominous cave. "Then it’s time to pay the gods a visit."

The group stepped into the cavern, the oppressive darkness swallowing them whole. The air was heavy and damp, carrying a pungent, sickly odor of decay and mold that clawed at their senses. Drops of moisture clung to the jagged walls, dripping slowly onto the uneven ground, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.

Enel raised a hand, his fingers moving with fluid precision. A sphere of white light, composed of intricate runes, materialized in the air and floated above them, casting a soft glow that illuminated their path. The light revealed slick walls, glistening with moisture, and strange mechanical fittings embedded at irregular intervals.

The villagers clutched their weapons nervously, their eyes darting around the cavern. Each sound—the drip of water, the creak of their footsteps—echoed eerily, amplifying their unease. It was like the unset of an horror movie, but it did not matter and they kept moving forward.

Enel’s sharp eyes traced the patterns of the mechanical fixtures on the walls. The craftsmanship was unmistakably demonic, with sharp, angular designs and dark metallic finishes that radiated malice.

He let his hand trail along one of the intricate fittings, his fingers brushing over grooves and markings until he paused.

Instinctively, he pressed down on a hidden lever embedded within the design. With a loud *clunk*, the wall beside him shifted, grinding as it opened to reveal a vast, hollow space.

The light from his rune sphere spilled into the chamber, revealing an elevator platform made of dark metal, its surface etched with glowing red demonic runes. The villagers hesitated, their unease growing as they took in the foreign and menacing design.

Enel stepped onto the platform without hesitation, turning to face the others. "It’s an elevator," he said, his voice steady and commanding. "It’ll take us deeper. Come on."

Talkling was the first to follow, though his legs shook with every step. The others followed reluctantly, their nervous murmurs growing louder as they crowded onto the platform. The moment the last villager stepped aboard, Enel pulled another lever.

With a deafening screech of metal against metal, the elevator began to descend. The platform shuddered and groaned as it moved, sending vibrations through their feet. The villagers clutched at the railings, their knuckles white, as the descent stretched on.

"Relax," Enel said, his voice carrying a hint of mockery. "You’re more likely to die in battle than on this thing." His words were not the least helping and Lana shook her head in response.

The mechanical sounds grew louder as the elevator picked up speed, the red demonic runes pulsing rhythmically as if alive. The villagers’ anxiety was palpable, their eyes darting between the glowing walls and the seemingly bottomless shaft they were descending into.

Finally, with a loud metallic clang, the elevator came to an abrupt stop. The runes on the walls dimmed slightly, and the doors creaked open.

By now, there were thousands of meet below the surface. In fact, there were at its core.

A new space lay before them, shrouded in shadow and mystery, waiting to be unveiled.