Chapter 815 Visitor Lenny

Chapter 815 Visitor Lenny

As Lenny's breakthrough resonated across the realms, it inadvertently captured the attention of Governor Momoa, one of the Great ranked demons. The surge of power, unfamiliar and potent, set Momoa on edge, his mind immediately turning to Cuban as the probable source. The thought irked him, stirring a mixture of anger and concern within. The scars of battle, a grim souvenir from the last confrontation with the Great Demons and the suicidal charge of the Primordial beast known as Crimson Seraph, had left Momoa in a dire state.

Governor Momoa, a formidable figure with the bloodline of Medusa, was a sight of might and terror in his prime. His stature, reminiscent of a seasoned bodybuilder, was now marred by grievous wounds. A gaping injury stretched from his shoulder to his waist, stubbornly resisting healing, while the loss of a hand and the scorched remnants of his once majestic wings painted a picture of a warrior pushed beyond his limits. Even his snake-like hair, a living homage to the Medusa legend, had been partially destroyed, leaving him a shadow of his former glory.

Despite his battered condition, Momoa was soaking in a healing pool, an attempt by his butler, Basket Face, to mend the governor's broken body. Yet, the sudden awareness of a powerful entity encroaching upon Waterfall city jolted Momoa from his recuperation. The boldness of this presence, unmasking its power without restraint, was perceived by Momoa as a direct challenge to his authority.

Basket Face, ever the vigilant and thoughtful servant, attempted to counsel restraint, "Lord Momoa, I greatly advise against any more conflict. There is only so much that your body can take." His words were a plea for prudence, a reminder of the governor's precarious health.

However, Momoa's sense of duty to his city and his pride as its protector spurred him into action. "I know, but this is my city and If I don't show up, that person out there will think I can be easily bullied," he responded, determination coloring his voice. Meanwhile, lenny landed slowly to the ground, before the Governor. The size and height difference between this two was a lot, but that did not mean the governor was going to look down on him one bit. After all, He could clearly feel the power coming From lenny's body. With that, he propelled himself out of the healing pool and through the city, driven by a need to confront the source of the disturbance directly.

What awaited Momoa was not what he expected. The figure before him was Lenny Tales, not Cuban, setting the stage for a confrontation steeped in surprise and uncertainty. This unexpected meeting between Lenny and Governor Momoa, under the guise of a power breakthrough, hinted at new tensions. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

Lenny had stolen two things from the Governor before he left to the Nether realm. He had stolen the Page From The BOOK OF DEATH. Secondly, he had stolen the heart of the rank 4 hell Beast containing the Souls of Governor Momoa's sons that he had been planning to use to grow in power.

Surely, there could not be peace between these two.

However, the dust suddenly cleared up and all Governor Momoa could see was the sudden appearance of a serpent snake around his arm towards his face. Instinctively, he backed away, taking a huge jump back as he blasted his power about him in defense. The serpent did not back away. Instead, it hover in the air just in front of Lenny. Governor Momoa looked at his hand. it felt as if he had punched metal with thorns on it that refused to break. His fist was now injured.

It was only now that Governor Momoa realized that his punch had not connected with Lenny, but instead, it had connected with the serpent's body. It had blocked the punch.

Lenny on the other hand continued walking forward. it was as if he had not even noticed that a punch had been thrown at him. "Kill, just play with him. I'll take his life myself when I come back. That one owes me a Kill." Lenny walked away into The city while the serpent Known as Kill suddenly grew in size, becoming that of a bus. Its red hellish gaze fixed on Governor Momoa...

(Author's Note: Damn it! I got their blood all pumped up again. Do you guys want more...? Author laughs in Demon langauage... LOL. Send gifts.)