Devil Slave (Satan system) Chapter 1402 1402: They are back.

Gabriel advanced once again, his face twisted in barely hidden bitterness.

"With the angels claiming that victory, the following match will commence soon."

His eyes locked onto Father Black.

"Present your contender for rank 2 in the greater demon realm."

Earth's group remained still.

Gabriel stood patient.

The quiet lingered on.

Still, no warrior stepped up.

This round, Michael stood up, his wings spreading wide.

"Is this your way of ridiculing us, Father Black?"

His tone boomed like barely contained storm.

Father Black returned the look with steady calm.

"No ridicule here. And no concerns. Earth doesn't mind forfeiting two additional ranks."

He halted briefly, then continued, "However, in return, we'd appreciate waiting three more hours for our combatants to show."

Michael's scowl grew sharper.

He shot a look at Gabriel, then back to the Regent.

He found himself without options.

The regulations permitted it.

"Three hours," he snarled. "That's the limit."

Precisely three hours passed, and they made their entrance as vowed.

Perseus, Crusher, Insect B, and Tomato came down from the skies, hovering above the fighting ground.

Pure, overwhelming might emanated from them in surges.

Perseus took the front, green bolts of lightning sparking near his bearded visage, his wild beard laced with flashes of tempest glow.

Crusher came next, a towering mass of rippling muscles, his enormous hammer—like a huge rock—slung easily over one shoulder.

Insect B appeared more human-like than before—almost eerily—save for the sheer wings tucked against her back and the four multifaceted eyes spread over her features.

Tomato trailed last, even larger but more streamlined, her muscles etched beneath skin a deeper crimson than spilled blood, her alluring curves intact, with a lengthy reptilian tail flicking behind like a animated lash.

Their united presence weighed down so intensely that the kids on Earth's seats recoiled, their own energies wavering.

Father Black lifted his hands swiftly, erecting a barrier of stellar power to encase the youngsters.

He shot an angry look at the newcomers.

"Stop frightening the children!"

Tomato let out a low, entertained laugh.

"A proper entrance demands some noise."

Father Black slapped his forehead in exasperation.

"Anyway… get moving. We've already surrendered three matches just for your delay."

King Alexander rose into the air to greet them, arms folded, wearing a relaxed smirk.

"Well? Did you manage to fully absorb the spoils I handed over from the fake heaven?"

They all nodded together.

In that instant, Elara jumped from Alexander's shoulder right to Tomato's bosom, hugging the demoness's neck tightly.

"Aunty Tomato! I missed you! You skipped my battle!"

"Oh, forgive me, I was occupied beating your uncles into proper form." She showed off her biceps.

"Oh..." Elara's eyes sparkled, "that's awesome. I want to punch too. I want to punch too."

Tomato flashed a wide grin.

Then she faced Insect B, "You set?"

"Easy task." She replied, her voice resonating.

Father Black simply offered a thumbs-up, indicating she should start.

Yet, she first approached Crusher, planting a kiss on him before dropping down.

"Ewww..." Elara squeezed her eyes shut. But Insect B paid no heed. She just grinned and tousled Elara's hair.

She landed ahead, her four eyes surveying the arena. She touched down softly on the sand, wings humming softly. Gabriel declared the fight—rank 4 of the greater demon realm.

Her foe appeared: a robust angel construct, its form like flowing mercury—clear silver liquid that twisted and reshaped endlessly, without fixed borders, merely undulating currents of sacred power. Lacking wings or features, it held only a radiant sphere at its heart, throbbing with radiance. The fluid shape rendered it almost unbreakable, soaking up blows and slipping past strikes.

The clash ignited. The angel rushed ahead, its fluid frame stretching into lashes that whipped like cords, each end armed with divine barbs. Insect B evaded, splitting into multiples right away—three duplicates, all exact, wings expanding. The lashes hit one duplicate, stabbing its torso. It shattered into a cloud of repulsive bugs: huge centipedes with jaws oozing toxin, swollen flies vomiting corrosive spit.

The swarm overwhelmed the angel, centipedes digging into the fluid mass, flies etching the exterior with sprays. The angel wavered, sacred glow bursting from its heart to cleanse the pests—scores vanished in bursts. But Insect B's duplicates orbited, each birthing fresh terrors: one unleashed enormous wasps with spear-like stings, pumping numbing poison; another freed dog-sized scorpions, tails curving with venom.

The angel reshaped, its fluid hardening into a barrier of spikes to spear the wasps. One duplicate impaled, detonating into writhing maggots that burrowed inside the fluid, devouring the sacred energy from within. The angel spasmed, heart fading, yet it retaliated by dividing into five fluid masses, each rebuilding into mini forms, charging the leftover duplicates.

Insect B's cunning sharpened. She spotted the heart's beat faltering amid bug intrusions. Her true form issued a silent command—unheard by outsiders but binding to her horde. The bugs zeroed in, not scattering strikes, but burrowing straight for the hearts. One duplicate offered itself, exploding en route into an ant flood that engulfed a mass, compelling an early rebuild.

The angel masses fused again, attempting to crush with a deluge of fluid. Insect B divided once more—now six duplicates. Four plunged as decoys, spawning beetles with tough hides to halt the flood. The beetles latched tight, draining the fluid. The angel seared them with divine fire, but the ploy succeeded.

The remaining two flanked. One birthed a colossal praying mantis from her chest—freakishly huge, blades akin to sickles coated in eating slime. It sliced, hacking away fluid bits that dissolved the glow. The angel reformed encircling it, submerging the mantis—but the ultimate duplicate blinked near through a cry from the perishing bugs.

Insect B's cunning hit its height: she triggered the mantis to burst within, unleashing grubs aimed right at the heart. The angel quaked, fluid breaking apart. She split final time, all duplicates uniting. They loosed an ultimate horde—spiders spinning threads of biting silk that ensnared the fluid, compelling it to harden.

The heart fractured beneath the barrage. Insect B's core form thrust a spike-limb through, demolishing it. The angel melted in a puddle of dimming radiance—vanquished.

Earth erupted in cheers. Insect B merged back to single form, offering a slight bow. Michael's scowl intensified.

Yet again, it went unseen, but Kanada slipped backstage to greet Insect B.