Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1376: Dravel VS Azraelion

...Inside the moon-sized orb-fortress, the command throne rose from the polished obsidian floor like the spine of a giant beast. Runes crawled across the walls in shifting patterns, reacting to Tomato’s every breath.

Tomato stood at the center, tail flicking with excitement, her armor glowing along the seams like it was holding back a volcano.

Then she gave the signal.

Her voice thundered through the ship’s inner world:

"ALL DEVIL-BREED BATTALIONS — FORMATION OMEGA."

The response was instantaneous.

Gates opened across the internal dimension, and her army marched out.

THE DEVIL-BREEDS OF THE KALU EMPIRE

They emerged in organized rows — towering, blue-skinned warriors whose bodies looked sculpted for war: sharp-jointed limbs, elongated fangs, and horns that curled backward like cosmic rams. Their skin shimmered like polished sapphire, but their silhouettes were unmistakably devilish.

They were not demons, or actual devils.

They were engineered.

Originally created by the ancient Kalu emperors who once sought to match the supremacy of the royal demons–creatures powerful enough to rule the cosmos — these soldiers had always been flawed. Their souls were in a way, incomplete.

Even when devils from dungeons were used, their bodies were always unstable.

Until Tomato came. After all, Tomato had been made specially in a dungeon by Kanada who could see the works of fate, just enough to bring out the best of situations.

Half of the Kalu empire had fallen to her when lenny had won that ridiculous bet with their prince. And unlike the previous rulers, she didn’t scrap the failed experiments — Tomato perfected them.

Basically, all she did was this. She introduced her own gene-lines:

dragon, devil, void serpent, and something else locked deep in her blood that no one could name.

Then Father Black added the embryo-pecks of the Satan System, grafted from the fragments Lenny had descovered when he used the system to creqte soldiers. The system format was used to recognize these devil-breeds as "accepted vessels" and nurtured them.

Now, each warrior radiated the aura of a Great Demon.

And the commanders... their power reached into Greater Demon territory — a rank that once terrorized entire star systems.

Three of the commanders for this force stepped forward to kneel before Tomato:

1. Ka’rul the Storm-Bellied

A massive warrior with four arms, lightning veins under his blue skin, and horn ridges shaped like a crown. His void-beast mount — a winged behemoth with six eyes — snorted cosmic fire.

2. Sharra Void-Tongue

Lean, feminine, twelve feet tall, with a split jaw lined with crystalline fangs. Her black wings pulsed like nebulae. Her mount was a serpentine void wyrm, sleek and silent, scales absorbing all light.

3. Dravul the Iron Spine

A brute with spikes of metallic bone jutting from his back, each one humming with compressed void energy. His mount, a colossal void wolf, left trails of warped space wherever it stepped.

They all struck their fists across their chests.

"LADY TOMATO — WE AWAIT COMMAND."

Behind them, hundreds of void beasts roared — beasts only Tomato could tame:

Leviathan like creatures with molten eyes

Drakes with fractal wings

Spider-titans that crawled on invisible webs

Wolf-packs made of shadow and starlight

Serpents so long they circled the inner horizon

Their combined presence warped gravity inside the ship.

Tomato grinned, fangs showing. After being lost in the void all those years ago, she had come to realize the importance and chaotic mature of these void creatures.

Even lenny once had a tough time with them. But she had somehow leant how to tame them.

"Mount up." She ordered.

The soldiers leapt onto their void beasts with perfect discipline. Saddles locked. Runes aligned. Weapons — spears of collapsed matter, axes made of crystallized void, blades humming with anti-light — crackled to life.

Tomato raised her clawed hand.

"REMEMBER YOUR PURPOSE."

Every soldier straightened.

"You were made to defeat demons.

But You were reborn to fight Fallen Angels.

Today—" her pupils narrowed into slits of molten gold,

"—you protect the ONLY planet I feel like calling home."

A low rumble shook the chamber as the moon-ship shifted, preparing to open its gates to space.

Tomato smiled with wild anticipation.

"Today... We ride."

The gates of Tomato’s moon-sized fortress peeled open like the jaws of a cosmic beast, releasing the full stampede of devil-breeds riding their void monstrosities for the fallen.

This force was enough to make whole solar systems shiver in fear, but would it be enough against the fallen?

Space rippled as if trying to recoil from their collective killing intent.

At the forefront, Dravul the Iron Spine surged forward on his void wolf. His metallic bone-spikes vibrated with deep harmonic hums — the sound of compressed void energy resonating at destructive frequencies.

He thrust his colossal bone-spear into the air.

"BATTLE FORMATION CARNIX-8!

TRI-FANG WEDGE!

WRAITH RIDERS TO THE FLANKS!

VOID DRAKES — AIR DOMINANCE!"

Immediately, thousands responded with impeccable precision.

Three massive wedges of cavalry formed, each headed by a Greater-Demon-ranked commander.

Between the wedges, the void beasts—wolves, serpents, drakes—created swarming currents like black tornadoes.

Behind them, the elite archons of the Kalu devil-breeds aimed cannons forged from compressed singularities.

Their movement created a tide of folding shadows, like an army made of collapsing dimensions.

Tomato looked at the formation with satisfaction and whispered. "Dravul, make me proud."

He bared his fangs.

"With pleasure, Lady Tomato."

The Fallen Angels felt the tremor.

From the curtain of darkness where the sun once burned, the angelic host unfolded. Their wings did not flap — they unfurled, stretching across kilometers.

Halos like black holes.

Eyes burning with inverted stars.

Voices that cracked the vacuum.

From among them descended a commander of terrifying stature — a Fallen Angel with three pairs of wings made of storm-like static and fragmented holy light.

His name reverberated through the void:

"AZRAELION THE ASHEN STAR."

An executioner of Heaven.

A monster who had collapsed civilizations using only his voice.

The butcher of the Great Ether Crusades.

He pointed his broken flaming sword at Dravul’s army.

"Fallen Host — ENGAGE."

And the angels roared.

Wings ignited.

Dark Halos spun.

Spearheads of celestial metal extracted from the bones of dead gods were raised.

Then they charged.

Lucifer watched from his distance. Such a battle was below him, but was still interesting to watch.

As he did, so did father Black.

This was their first clash with the Fallen angels. This clash was very important as it could either raise morale or ruin it.

Also, it was a test of might.

The CLASH that happened next was not sound.

It was a vibration that shook far down to the moons of Jupiter.

Dravul’s wedge slammed into the first wave of Fallen.

His void wolf tore through an angel’s torso — the body exploded into fragments of blackened grace.

Devils used chaos energy which was both a bane to demon magic and bad for angels.

These warriors were tainted with it.

This was all Father Black’s plan. He wanted to know the level of effectiveness that his arsenal had against these fallen angels.

Dravul himself twirled his spear, activating the anti-light crystals embedded in its shaft. It screamed with the sound of a dying star before stabbing through an angel’s throat plate.

"For Lady TOMATO!"

His troops echoed,

"FOR THE EIGHTH EARTH!"

The void cavalry collided as one unstoppable tide.

Devil-breeds bit into holy flesh.

Void serpents wrapped around flaming wings.

Wraith riders cut clean through angelic shields. And for a moment, even Father Black smiled.

But then Azraelion soared above them, eyeing Dravul with disdain.

"Creations of mortals and demons... copying godborn strength. Pathetic."

He flicked a finger.

A pillar of inverted fire erupted downward, annihilating dozens of void beasts and vaporizing an entire squad of devil-breeds.

Tomato hissed in fury from the command deck.

"Dravul—take his head!"

Dravul spun his mount mid-air and pointed his spear at the towering Fallen commander. "AS YOU COMMAND!"