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Chapter 845  The True Goal

At one particular Arena..... n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The arena was a cauldron of violence and despair, where human gladiators, trapped in a vicious cycle of combat, fought not for glory but survival.

Their battles, a gruesome spectacle, were performed before an audience that thirsted for blood and reveled in the pain and death below.

The demons, their jeers and screams echoing around the stone coliseum, urged the combatants to greater heights of brutality.

The sandy floor of the arena was stained with the lifeblood of countless humans who had fallen, their bodies serving as grim reminders of the fatal stakes of each match.

Amidst the cacophony of the crowd and the clashing of weapons, a gladiator\'s eyes were drawn upward to a peculiar sight in the sky.

A dark silhouette against the sun, an object that seemed alien to the violence and bloodshed below.

 It was one of Insect-B\'s chimera ant wombs, a grotesque and fascinating creation capable of unleashing a horde of monstrosities. These wombs, few in number and precious to Insect-B, were her arsenal for spreading chaos and destruction.

The one she had deployed was a massive worm, its body pulsating and writhing as it floated above the arena, a harbinger of doom for the unsuspecting demons below.

Without warning, the womb began to expel its deadly brood. Eggs, ejected with a sickening wet sound, plummeted towards the ground, hatching mid-air to release their vile cargo.

Chimera ants, creatures of nightmare birthed from the twisted genius of Insect-B, descended upon the arena with a hunger for demon flesh.

 Their forms were a macabre blend of insect and nightmare, with mandibles that clicked and hissed in anticipation of the feast to come.

As the chimera ants swarmed the arena, the dynamics of the spectacle shifted dramatically. The demons, once secure in their roles as spectators of human suffering, found themselves the targets of a merciless onslaught.

The ants, relentless and insatiable, tore through the demonic audience with a ferocity that matched the violence they had so eagerly cheered on moments before.

 Limbs were severed, screams of terror replaced the cheers, and the stone seats of the coliseum were slick with demonic blood.

The transformation of the arena from a stage of human despair to a battleground where demons were prey was both swift and complete. The chimera ants, instruments of Insect-B\'s will, did not discriminate in their hunger, and their assault was as efficient as it was horrific.

Above, the dark womb continued to disgorge its offspring, ensuring the carnage would continue until not a single demon was left unscathed.

In this moment of retribution, the gladiators, forgotten by the ants in their frenzy to devour demon flesh, bore witness to a spectacle far removed from any they had ever known.

 For them, the arena had always been a place of death, but now it was the stage for a bizarre and grotesque form of justice.

As the chimera ants ravaged the demonic audience, the very air seemed to throb with the raw power of Insect-B\'s creations, a vivid and visceral reminder of the natural order turned on its head, where the hunters became the hunted in a display of nature\'s dark and untamed will.

The battle within the arena had escalated into a spectacle of raw power and primal ferocity, as the chimera ants, creations of Insect-B\'s dark ingenuity, clashed with the demonic occupants.

These demons, taken by surprise, unleashed a barrage of mystical attacks in a desperate bid for survival. Their spells, woven from the darkest depths of magic, were formidable, yet insufficient against the specialized predators that now swarmed over them.

The ants, engineered for this very purpose, were a nightmare realized for the demonkind.

 Their exoskeletons, a marvel of biological and magical engineering, acted as mirrors, reflecting the demons\' dark magic back upon them.

More terrifying still, these ants wielded magic of their own.

*Wush!*

Beams of grey flames, as if torn from the fabric of nightmares, were their weapons, obliterating any hope of demonic resistance. Of course, this was a mimicked variation of Lenny\'s white flames.

But it was still a part of holy power which was bad for demons.

The magic subsided, the ants descended upon their prey, their mandibles sinking into demonic flesh with a ruthless efficiency that belied their insectoid nature.

From the underground caverns and dark recesses of the arena, where demons had once held dominion over humans as if they were mere cattle, now emerged the demon trainers and overseers, their confidence quickly turning to despair as they too were consumed by the onslaught.

The arena, once a theater of human suffering, had transformed into a site of retribution.

The gladiators, human warriors who had fought not by choice but by necessity, witnessed a turn of fate as the chimera ants decimated their oppressors.

Among the chaos and carnage, Insect-B commanded the skies, her presence a beacon of hope for the beleaguered humans below.

As the gladiators and other humans caught sight of her orchestrating this unprecedented uprising, many fell to their knees in reverence, ready to worship her as their liberator.

However, Insect-B, ever faithful to Lenny, redirected their adulation towards the true architect of their salvation.

With a gesture, she conjured an ethereal image of Lenny Tales in the air, a visage crafted from magic yet unmistakably potent.

"I am not your savior," she proclaimed, her voice carrying over the din of the battle. "All your thanks should be given to my master, Lenny Tales."

The name resonated among the humans, many of whom had heard tales of his defiance against demonic tyranny, his victories a beacon of resistance in a world overshadowed by darkness.

 Now, they saw him as their savior, the architect of their liberation, and their gratitude found expression in worship.

Insect-B watched as the humans knelt, their voices lifted in praise for Lenny Tales, "praise Saint Lenny! Praise Saint Lenny," and a smile graced her features.

There was no greater satisfaction for her than serving Lenny\'s cause, her loyalty unwavering, her actions a testament to her devotion. As the ants continued their grim feast and the humans raised their voices in homage, the arena had become not just a battleground but a place of transformation, where the chains of oppression were shattered and the seeds of rebellion were sown, all in the name of Lenny Tales, the unseen harbinger of change.

The world was witnessing an unprecedented upheaval, a revolution led not by armies or coalitions but by a singular force of nature: the chimera ants.

Towns and cities under demonic control, which had known nothing but the iron grip of their oppressors for half a century, were now scenes of chaos and liberation.

The demons, once unchallenged rulers of the night, found themselves hunted, their dark magics ineffective against predators bred specifically to counter their every advantage.

The safety and secrecy they had relied upon dissolved under the relentless pursuit of these engineered creatures, capable of detecting them regardless of their attempts to conceal their presence.

Baroness Everbee, from the vantage point of her floating city, was bombarded with pleas for assistance.

The distress signals, emanating from every corner of the world under her dominion, painted a picture of a global crisis.

Each report carried a single, recurring name: Lenny Tales.

Yet, the baroness was skeptical. Her last encounter with Lenny had left him on death\'s doorstep, far from the mastermind of a global insurrection she now heard about.

In her mind, the true orchestrator remained hidden, using Lenny\'s name as a cover for their actions. The notion that Lenny could have orchestrated the creation of such formidable beings, requiring the essence of Great Demon Rank blood, seemed implausible to her.

In response, Baroness Everbee mobilized her forces, dispatching monsters of Deep Demon rank to quell the uprisings and confront the chimera ant menace.

 Simultaneously, she paused her experimental endeavors with the devils that had sought to sneak unto Judas, her wandering city.

The shift in focus was necessary, yet it left her blind to the true threat that loomed over her dominion.

Unbeknownst to her, the widespread chaos served a dual purpose. It was not merely a campaign of vengeance or liberation but a meticulously planned diversion.

As the world\'s demonic denizens scrambled to defend their bastions, Lenny Tales was orchestrating his most audacious move yet. The attacks, the fear, and the confusion were but preludes to his true objective: breaching the defenses of the wandering city of Judas.

For Lenny, this was not just another battle; it was a declaration of war. A war fought not on multiple fronts but with a singular, laser-focused.

As lenny faced the protective barrier of the Wandering city.

He closed his eyes recounting how Coco had taught him to open this space.

First was a summon of blood....