Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 778 Blood Limitations 2

?Cuban on the other hand, Chuckled lowly, "I can see that it has finally kicked in. The immense fatigue must be hard to understand, but don't worry, as a blood demon, I am most familiar with your plight. Allow me to explain...

You see, the secret is blood. It has always been blood.

From the moment you entered the wandering city, you entered a private sub plane, where the most valuable thing here is blood.

But blood works with authority, meaning that one can only give or use what one has authority over.

Also, its quantity or quality has to be proportional to its exchange.

At the end of the day, both of you, although strong, are only human at your core.

This is something you cannot fight against.

Are you aware that only about ten percent of a fully grown adult's body weight forms their blood?

This means that each human works with only 1.2 to 1.5 gallons of blood.

Both of you have not reached the greater demon phase where your blood will be changed, and then the climb to the Arcade demon where your bones will be changed.

I know you don't know this, so allow me to enlighten you..."

As Cuban said this, he walked up to Lenny. His Axe turned into a hammer, and like a golfer, he smashed it into Lenny's chest.

*BAM!*

This sent a different kind of shock throughout lenny's body as he rose several meters into the air, before crashing back down to the ground.

Lenny coughed up some more blood and his eyes were shot red with blood.

*Bam!* Another attack hit, this time around for his face.

Again and again, Cuban gave hits, but he still did not stop the lecture.

"After the Arcade, one would finally be able to live outside of mortality, which is the dependance of blood.

But for now, you are still subject to its problems.

Your fight with my cousin's pet, showed that you lost a significant amount of blood. But considering both your strengths, you were able to hold back your fatigue again and again.

However, that battle was definitely nothing compared to an high intensive fight like the one with me.

Just the speed alone is enough to strain your bodies. You may be strong and still have a lot of magic, but from the moment you came into this world, you were bound to lose."

Cuban chuckled as he gave another hit to Lenny right in the abdomen.

*BAM!*

"Do you understand now? In this place, I am a god!"

*BAM!*

This time around, the hit was on Lenny's head.

"So tell me, at what point of loss are you.

You, know, it starts with fatigue; your limbs suddenly become too heavy to lift, after all, the rate of oxygen transfer has significantly dropped.

A human cannot perform attacks if the body cells receive no oxygen. But that's just the start. Next, you will start to feel numb all over your body.

Even my continuous hits will soon lose their painful effect, as your body won't be able to send the signals.

And then comes the shortness of breath, the chest pain, and the irregular heartbeat. Oh yes, there is also the headache, banging in your puny skull like this hammer right now."

As Cuban spoke, lenny could feel each and every word he said. He could literally feel each effect of anemia as described by the blood demon.

And each one came in waves.

He could even feel that his body was trying hard to help him pump blood faster, but there was only a finite amount to be pumped.

Lenny was not a fool. He knew what he needed now, and even the Satan System gave red alerts on the same thing.

<ALERT! ALERT!! ALERT!!!>

<Host is in need of nutritional sustenance. Would host like to exchange a corpse from the storage for a recovery potion?>

Lenny thought of the request from the system. The fact that he had such a cheat at life was proving to be a good thing.

Lenny had a lot of corpses in his storage region, and they were of many types and species of beings.

However, this was a high level battle. Any move he was to use now would be immediately noted by his opponent, this included him summoning healing potions from his storage unit.

Lenny could swear that once he showed this hidden card, cuban would ensure that he did not use it again.

What he needed now was an opportunity to use it. Also, he needed to give one to Victor. After all, the Werewolf was a vital asset to the progress of this battle.

Just then, Lenny took another look at Cuban, and he smiled.

Cuban frowned at this, "Why the fuck do you still have that look on your face?"

Lenny chuckled a bit, "forgive me, BULL-SHIT face, I can't help it." Lenny forced himself to talk, not missing an opportunity to insult the Ox look of the Blood demon, "...after all, you keep talking about blood, like its a weakness of us humans. But you forget that you are made entirely out of blood." The source of thɪs content is Noᴠᴇlꜰire.nᴇt

Cuban chuckled, "don't worry, I am built different..."

*KICK!*

He kicked Lenny, right in the face.

Lenny rolled a bit on the ground, and when he landed, he faced the demon once more. His face was bloody, with one side of his face already showing the swelling signs from that last kick.

However, lenny still had that mocking smile on his face, "of course, you are definitely built differently. And that's why you have not noticed. After all, your heart does not propagate the movement of blood through your body. No! For you, it is much different.

Your body is controlled by a definite result which is your magic and royal bloodline.

That is why I am most sure that you have not noticed it."

Cuban raised a brow at him, "Noticed what?"

Lenny's gaze suddenly became sharp, "The Poison!"

(Author's note: More chapters to come. lets do a Valentine release special...)