The Supreme Satanic System



"I surrender! Oh, mighty giant, Crown Prince Zokaka, please save me from this devil named Dashub!" shouted a witty one among them, sucking up to him with a full of despise for his King. Tossing his weapons away, he plopped down on his knees toward Zokaka. The remaining fifteen soldiers also joined his parade, throwing out their weapons and pouring praise with little hope of sparing their lives.

Headless corpses filled the scene. Strangely enough, opposite to their little hope, Zokaka ceased his attack. As his focus was now on the incoming twelve Ministers and King Dushab, who was still running after and killing those deserters. 

The twelve masterfully encircled him in the nick of time as they also brandished their weapons. After seeing all the carnage, they no longer consider the Crown Prince as just some kid anymore. They were ready to launch their strongest attacks.

Just as Zokaka was getting ready to fight against the joint formation of the twelve ministers, a voice stopped him. "Great work! You've done well. Leave it here. I'll handle them from here." said Damien.

"Master, I can still take them on," suggested Zokaka.

"Even though your Titan mode is potent. Yet, you're still out of the league here with those war veterans. Plus, your current skill must be taking a toll on your body. So, take some rest. I'll handle it from here." Damien seriously said. "End of discussion."

"I understand, sir!" Zokaka responded subserviently, and then he deactivated his current skill. Soon, within a few seconds, his body morphed back into his normal form of dwarven. Drops of moisture dripped all over his body and his face turned pale and thinner than before, pretty clear that using the Titan Bloodline mode had taken a toll on his system. Effete and, he plopped down to the ground.

"Told ya," Damien tossed a red pill toward him, which the latter diligently popped into his mouth and started practicing while sitting cross-legged. Ignoring him, Damien turned his attention toward the twelve ministers.

Owing to their master's earlier interaction with Damien, the twelve halted their attacks as they were told only to either kill or capture Crown Prince Zokaka. Also, they were very meticulous in dealing with this strange giant of a sage which they had little knowledge about. Since they were not taking any action, Damien remained idle.

An old minister turned and asked, "Your Majesty, the Giant Sage is standing in between to protect his disciple. What do you suggest?"

Hearing his words, the extremely enraged King Dashub shouted, snorting. "Hmph! Do you even need to ask me that? Take him down too." 

Without further ado, the twelve ministers channeled their skills and blasted. Colorful energy discharged from the tips of their weapons with Damien as their target. Unfortunately, Damien raised his hand and waved elegantly. A series of small waves of Eddy current rose, blocking all of those incoming arrays of magic skills. And they exploded! Boom!

The Twelve ministers were mesmerized by how easily the Giant saint tackled with their strongest range skills. This also made them believe none of their long-range‌ would work on him. Damien simply looked at him, without uttering a single word. 

Contrary to them, King Dashub insisted, "Argh, a bunch of useless fools!" Charging toward them, he added. "If magic didn't work, then engage in melee. Go!" He was the first to break into their encirclement and slice at Damien. A strong wind of elemental energy accompanied the longsword. It contained a strong shredding intent.

Damien was planning to catch the weapon. However, he stopped his hand at the last instant and dodged instead. "Good! Finally, someone with some skill." He said, praising the man.

A minister darted and stabbed his sword sneakily. It was as if Damien had eyes on his back. He swiftly gave a high back-kick, swinging his body. His kick was so strong that it shattered the broadsword into multiple iron shards. And those splinters hit all over the minister's front part of his body. The kick still kept coming, landing perfectly on the center of his chest. Along with an agonizing scream, it sent the minister flying away.

"And you, not so much," Damien uttered.

Meanwhile, the other three ministers jumped, whacking with their giant hammers. Considering the sizes, it looked as if Damien would be battered badly. Indeed, they had timed well, this time taking the chance he kicked the earlier minister and their approach was so solid that Damien didn't find even a small window of escape from their joint front. 

'Hahaha, we got him. He's just a fool after all.' Thinking this, they imagined it was the end of him. Sadly, Damien raised his hand and chanted, "Lightning Vajra, come forth!"

Three pieces of electricity crackled down from the pitch-black night sky, striking over the three's heads. They groaned in pain, destroying their initiative strikes. Then the rumbling sound of thunder chimed throughout the surrounding areas. Crack-crack-crack!

The electricity fried the three ministers beyond recognition. Along with an agonizing howl, they plopped down onto the cold floor, losing their lives.

"Hmm, small fries! I've no interest in killing any of you." Then Damien ignored the other ministers, who were still standing and shuddering. Of course, his attention was now on King Dashub Lavabane.

By that time, the furious Dashub was already there. Sneering, he looked at each one of his ministers and said, coldly albeit disappointingly. "Scumbags! Hmph! Today, I strip you of all filthy scum from your positions. Get out my face before I slay this wretched giant and his disciple. Mark my words, after killing them I'll be your heels to reciprocate for your disobedience." Then he shouted, "Get lost!"

Hearing his decree, all of them started running away witlessly in all directions. Because they all were more afraid of provoking this devil with the surname 'Lavabane'. Only one old dwarf remained standing.

"What?" Dashub asked, "Do you wish to go to hell first?" Then a strong chilling aura exuded out and pressed upon the sole man standing. He succeeded, pressing Ashbee, also the former Prime Minister, to his knees.

"Your Majesty, please don't mistake my undying loyalty for you. I'll do anything in my power to take them down along with you. Believe me, my master, I better die than be some deserter. So, I stayed to help!" Saying that Ashbee chanted a spirit mantra and gradually stood up. Indeed, he also exudes a freakishly wild and powerful aura on his body. 

Seeing that, King Dashub had a new acknowledgment of his prime minister. "Is that the power of the Forbidden Ragnar Thunder Sutra?" He asked, full of envy.

"Indeed, your majesty! It's been a week since I succeeded, learning and breaking through the First Chapter of the Sutra." Ashbee responded, warmly.

"Good! Good, then we'll celebrate after ending all of this." King Ragnar turned his attention to the Giant covered with a black cloak and a grotesque mask. "Since you choose this path, then go to hell, scummy giant!" He made a slashing motion in the air with his long crimson-red blade. Along with the popping sound of opening a soda can, but louder, a mass of red lava spat from the blade and splashed, raining over the giant.

After Prime Minister Ashbee had shown his trump card, releasing the strange energy out of his body, Damien had lost interest in the king. Watching over every movement of the strange dwarf, Damien raised his hand and made a slow, choppy motion in the air without looking at the raining hot lava. A hair-thin white sword energy was sent out from his palm and cleaved the stream of lava in two halves. Later, they fell to the ground, and not a drop dripped on him.

"Oh, interesting! That technique is one of a kind." Damien complimented.