Chapter 150 - Angel for Rampage

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'Fortunately, we are not the only ones here from Orun. We are greenhorns here but the demons are not. We could ask them just where to go about that.'

"Demons are not friendly and they would not..."

'Who said anything about asking them nicely?' Bane smiled evilly at Sunday.

Sunday looked down the street, inhaling the airs about. He shut his eyes briefly and allowed his body continue the absorption and circulation of the thin amounts of Agbara in the air. 

Already, he had begun to heal. Itwas a property of Irunmoles or basically Spirit beings. With it without any healing technique or skill, their bodies hd the capability to repair itself if given the adequate time and the necessary environment.

This meant that if one was severely damaged, an environment such as Earth would not be any way ideal for the healing of such a person. That is, if the person was extremely high in the power ranking, say a Prime.

The requirements for Agbara would be higher in such a person but if this person remained in the everyday airs of Earth, it was probable that the spirit being would almost never heal. 

The only reason why Sunday could very much make do of his present circ.u.mstances to heal himself was the fact that he was not highly Classed. 

Even though being a mere Elite was not ultimate guarantee against the hordes of demons, the fact that it was easier to heal up with the thin Agbara covered up that. This also went on in increasing the durability of the Elite Classed being in the long run.

With the time taken, Sunday was regenerated enough to stand on his own without the support of the wall. He did so now without hesitation and looked down to the street, pondering on the words of Bane.

'Who said anything about asking them nicely? I certainly never did, did I?' Bane repeated, the evil smile on his face even till now.

The street before him was simple in all definition and rural looking. 

Directly opposite him was a wall with a broken section in the form of a W. That is, with the space of 10-12 meters in between. The ground was not tarred neither was it paved, filled with sand here and there. Uneven it was, some parts of it having sharp deep depressions in it while some patches of it widened almost abruptly that whoever was walking on it would have to consciously lift his or her leg higher to tread the dust ridden street. 

Just before the wall opposite were little bushes here and there, creaks of nocturnal insects and tiny animals resouding from it. 

After the wall, an uncompleted building stood, the form of it having the style of a duplex. Except that it had just been completed only to roofing level, the windows and every other thing absent from it. Grasses and shrubs grew up to almost rival the length of the shift wall which depicted that the building itself had been long abandoned by its owner.

The wall stretched out for long, the middle of it having the broken down section of the form of a W. 

In front of this building was an almond tree, it's leaves stretched out like a canopy while it had a three boughed branches that supported the leaves into that shape. A bench was placed beneath it and some imps jumped from the branches to the benches, skipping and playing. 

Bane was right, Sunday mused, the imps would return.

The house itself was a double squatter lodge with a narrow passage and room doors facing each other. It was painted with a depreciating coat of yellow, a few couple of boxes and whatnot in the little verandah it possessed. With a green roof, it towered in contrast over the first uncompleted building in that line.

It was dark, evening had long set in but there was the visible absence of streetlights, thus making everywhere somewhat dark.

After that building, a couple of three young misters were engaging in a discussion, three imps of yellow hideous skins lodged at their shoulders, their central mass resting against the nape of the humans while their heads lodged on the heads of their humans as well.

As visible as this was to Bane and Sunday, it seemed that no other person could see it. Neither could they even notice how slumped their shoulders were. 

In fact, everything seemed pretty normal to them. Even the shrieking of the imps that jumped down and up the tree was not even affecting them in the very least.

Sunday frowned at that. 

It was not right. He looked down at the side of the street where he was, frowning still.

However just as he wondered, he dismissed the thought, assuming that the littles bushes at the other side had grown out of the gutter. And that the gutter was open but it was dry, very dry and dusty, occupied with little wrappers and papers that had been dumped in, here and there.

Also, there were some elevations in the gutter made up of piled up sand and debris.

To Sunday, it looked rather dirty. He wondered just how humans lived with such environments like this. 

If this was how the famous Eledumare's garden, then it did not meet up to his expectations. However, he was quick to remind himself that this was only a part of Earth, not the entirety. And with this thought, he kept his hopes high.

Soon, he would find just how beautiful the other places on Earth were.

Down the wall of Bolu's residence, just after it, another house was present but this time, there was space before the building and the gutter. Due to the position of the wall, he could not see much but the roof of the buildings on that line assured him of the buildings present.

Then, at the very end of the street or what appeared to be an end, the street curved into a bend that went left, that is, the left of Sunday if he stood right in the center of the street looking down.

At the end, there were trees and some bushes and the border and a well furnished building on the left part of the street, a bungalow with the color of red and an imposing black gate at the entrance.

"So, what are you saying, Bane?" Sunday looked at Bane again.

'Isn't that obvious? You need to get strong and what gives you much better opportunity than this? Besides, you did not exactly finish up that demon all by yourself, remember? I did, so this is a chance to finish up scores of them all by yourself.' Bane replied.

"Then, it is settled!" Sunday exhaled, excitement building in his c.h.e.s.t.

He walked out some few inches and then stood right in the center of the street. Now in the center, he smirked, stretching out his hands above his head. 

With that done, he joined his hands and then stretched his body to the left and then to the right. After which, he c.o.c.ked his head with both hands to the left and right also, having a satisfied smile pasted on it.

"I suppose you are right! Let's show some demons what's up now."

'Dont forget, Sunday. Neither let it get to your head. You have to ask questions about where to get a cleansing orb. Naturally, you won't expect them to reply you so....' Bane cautioned the enthusiastic Irunmole.

"Sure!" Sunday smirked more.

It was very simple. Go on Rampage to get his answer out. Only then would he know what step to go. Even though it was unnecessary to go fighting but as demons were, thy would not readily reply him until forced.

That aside, he could also get on with some separation of demons from humans. He only needed to get himself careful enough not to destroy them all without getting his information.

The energy flo Ed through, circ.u.mventing round his soul. Once it completed a couple of circles around the glowing blob that was his soul, Sunday's eyes flipped open.

He slammed his hands together and swiftly slid his hands. The left hand upwards and then the right hand downward and then a beam of light flashed through.

"???????????? ????????????"(2) Sunday chanted.

The beam of light flashed again, soldifying instantly into spike of solid light in the form of a pike. 

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(T/N)

1. Light Sword