Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 659  Escape? Where To?

Victor, having made it back to the territory in the nick of time, immediately sought out Scarface. The scene that unfolded was one of poignant emotion. Scarface was a man often associated with strength and resilience, but now, he was visibly shaken as he took his daughter, Nikky, into his arms. His usual tough demeanor gave way to a father's profound worry and sorrow. Tears streamed down his face as he looked upon Nikky's still form, was a silent evidence to the personal cost of this brutal conflict.

Meanwhile, Victor faced the dilemma of bringing Lady Vinegar, a demon, into the territory. The Cosmic laws forbade her entry, a rule that had stood unchallenged for ages. But the urgency of the situation called for an exceptional measure.

Father Black, aware of the gravity of the situation and the debt they owed to Lady Vinegar for her sacrifices, acted swiftly. He approached the boundary of the territory, where Victor stood with Lady Vinegar. With a sense of purpose, Father Black strapped a piece of bronze armor onto her chest. The armor, etched with intricate runes and symbols, glowed faintly as it settled against her.

"This will temporarily allow you to stay within the territory for the Jump," Father Black explained, his voice carrying a mix of urgency and hope. The armor was not just a physical shield; it was imbued with a powerful enchantment that would circumvent the Cosmic laws, albeit temporarily.

This of course, was a contraption made by the people of the City of Milk and honey.

Lady Vinegar, despite her grievous condition, seemed to understand the gravity of the action. Her eyes, which had been a blend of pain and weariness, now reflected a glimmer of gratitude towards Father Black and Victor.

As the preparations for the territory jump were finalized, a palpable tension filled the air. The territory, a haven amidst the chaos, was about to undertake a monumental task – teleporting to a safer location, a feat of magical and technological prowess that had never been attempted on such a scale without Glenn, the witch's help.

Victor, having fulfilled his immediate duty by rescuing Lady Vinegar and Nikky, now joined the others in bracing for the jump. The community stood together, united in their resolve and hope, their fates intertwined in the impending leap into the unknown.

Father Black, overseeing the final preparations, gave the signal. The core, now fully charged, began to hum with energy, its power resonating through the territory. The air crackledAs the jump commenced, the core, pulsating with a powerful energy, became the epicenter of a phenomenon that defied the laws of physics and reality as they knew it. A brilliant light emanated from the core, casting an ethereal glow over the entire territory. The air vibrated with the power of the core, the hum growing louder, almost melodic, as the moment of teleportation drew near.

The inhabitants of the territory, standing together, felt a surreal sense of displacement. The ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble, not with the tremors of an earthquake, but with the vibrations of cosmic energy. The very fabric of reality around them began to warp and bend, creating a visual spectacle of light and color that was both beautiful and disorienting.

Victor, standing amidst his people, could feel the energy coursing around him. He watched as the bronze armor on Lady Vinegar shimmered in response to the core's energy, ensuring her presence within the territory during this critical moment. Scarface, holding his daughter close, looked around with a mix of awe and apprehension, his tears now dried, replaced by a look of resolute hope.

As the core reached its peak output, there was a moment where time seemed to stand still. Then, with a sudden rush of energy that could be felt to their very bones, the territory leapt through the cosmic void. The sensation was indescribable – a mix of weightlessness, a sudden lurch, and then a feeling of being gently pulled through an invisible barrier.

In an instant, the scenery around them changed. The battlefield, with its chaos and destruction, was replaced by a new landscape. They had arrived at their destination, a location selected for its strategic advantage and safety. The air was fresher, the sky clearer, and the sense of imminent danger that had pervaded their previous location was noticeably absent.

The people of the territory, still reeling from the experience, slowly began to acclimate to their new surroundings. A collective sigh of relief was palpable as the realization set in that they had successfully evaded immediate danger.

Father Black, observing the successful jump, allowed himself a rare moment of satisfaction. The plan, risky and unprecedented, had worked. However, he knew that this was not the end of their struggle. The war against the undead commander and his forces was far from over, but they had gained a crucial advantage and, more importantly, time to regroup and heal.

Victor, his role as a guardian and warrior never ceasing, scanned the new territory with a vigilant eye. The safety of his people, especially those injured and vulnerable like Lady Vinegar and Nikky, remained his top priority. The battle was over for now. Or so they thought.

The abrupt blaring of alarms shattered the brief moment of relief and triumph within the territory. The sense of safety and respite was abruptly replaced by a surge of anxiety and urgency. Father Black, with a sense of foreboding, hastened to the bank of monitors that provided a real-time view of their surroundings and the broader situation.

As he stared at the screens, his face drained of color, reflecting the gravity of what he saw. The data was unequivocal yet difficult to accept. The territory jump, designed to transport them thousands of kilometers away to a location far beyond the undead commander's reach, had failed to achieve its intended distance. They had moved only 200 kilometers away – a distance perilously close to their relentless enemy.

This revelation was a heavy blow. The jump, a monumental effort that had required immense resources and energy, was supposed to provide them with much-needed time and space. Time to heal, to regroup, to strategize for the ongoing war. Instead, they found themselves still within striking distance of the undead commander and his formidable army.

The knowledge of their precarious situation sent a wave of dread washing over Father Black. He stood motionless for a moment, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him. The safety of the entire territory – its people, its warriors, and its future – rested on his shoulders.

Around him, the initial confusion caused by the alarms gave way to a growing realization among the inhabitants. Whispers turned into murmurs of concern as the news spread. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with apprehension.

Victor, sensing the shift in mood, approached Father Black. His expression was one of concern mixed with determination. "What's happened?" he asked.

Father Black turned to Victor, his eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and resolve. "We didn't jump far enough. The undead army... they're still too close. We're not out of danger yet," he explained, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him.

The revelation meant that there was no time to waste. They needed to prepare for the possibility of another attack, to strengthen their defenses, and to heal their wounded as quickly as possible. Glenn's territory was still in danger.