Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 72: You are cultivated in a test tube
 

My eyes widened, and I muttered in disbelief.

Hearing such an unbelievable revelation from my enemy, I felt a moment of suffocation, and the world spun around me.

I had always thought my mysterious origins held some shocking secret, but it turned out my birth was not complicated at all.

In my daze, I saw the other ‘me’ with a mocking and triumphant expression.

“Quite unexpected, isn’t it? You thought you were the dignified Satan, of noble status, but you’re just something cultivated in a test tube.” The Satan’s Cult leader sneered at my stunned expression. “The talk of reincarnated souls is nonsense. Though we are two people, we are essentially Satan himself, not some split soul.”

“But because we are two people, you’ve always wanted to get rid of me,” I said, calming my chaotic thoughts and glaring at the face identical to mine. “Because the ‘King of Hell,’ this world can only have one.”

“That’s right.” The Satan’s Cult leader suddenly laughed heartily. “But after observing for a while, I found you, this trash, to be too pathetic, so I wasn’t in a hurry to kill you.”

“Well, I really appreciate that,” I snorted, glaring at him coldly. “But one day, you’ll regret showing mercy today!”

The Satan’s Cult leader didn’t respond to my provocation, only smiled silently.

Originally, I harbored intense hostility towards the Satan’s Cult leader, but now, knowing he was also a clone of Satan and looked almost identical to me, my hatred slightly diminished. Deep down, I even felt a faint sense of kinship.

I knew this could lead to a fatal danger, so I quickly suppressed the thought.

Just as I was feeling confused, Rahab’s voice suddenly echoed in the hall, “Whose idea was it to clone Satan?”

“It was mine.”

The one who answered was Samael.

Rahab turned, looking at Samael with a face full of confusion, and asked, “Why did you do this? What benefit does it bring you?”

Samael merely hummed softly, looking up at the sky without even glancing at Rahab.

Samael had killed Satan, and now he had cloned Satan.

Although I had no memory of Satan’s previous life, Samael might have passed on Satan’s hatred for him when creating these clones.

Samael’s actions could be seen as raising a tiger to bring trouble, yet he seemed fearless, and the Satan’s Cult leader was very obedient to him.

This made me doubly cautious, as Samael might have some means to control the Satan’s Cult leader. If so, as a fellow clone of Satan, I might also be under his control.

Seeing Samael’s prolonged silence, Rahab coldly laughed and asked, “Unwilling to answer?”

“Rahab, you know my temper,” Samael’s icy blue eyes looked at Rahab, cold as a sword. “I only answer questions from those stronger than me. For others, it depends on my mood.”

“No, this time is different!”

Before Rahab could respond, Cerberus acted, his large hand waving, and his eighty-one-section whip coiled into a rod, with the tip aimed at Samael’s temple.

“You must answer this question. Why did you clone Satan?” Cerberus glared at Samael; his eyes filled with fury.

“Cerberus, you’re just a watchdog at Satan’s feet.” Samael ignored the whip rod, his eyes still looking ahead. “Don’t think that just because you’ve taken human form, you’ve forgotten your true nature. You’re just a beast!”

Samael’s insult caused Cerberus’s black monk robe to swell, filled with the killing intent surging from within.

But Samael didn’t back down. As soon as Cerberus’s killing intent appeared, Samael’s body was immediately enveloped in a powerful killing aura, surging towards Cerberus.

In an instant, the air in the room seemed to thin, making it slightly difficult to breathe.

Though invisible, the killing intent caused their robes to flutter wildly, showing the intensity of their confrontation.

As their killing intent intensified, the combined pressure made everyone feel as if they were carrying a heavy burden, making it difficult to move.

As the fight continued, the oppressive killing intent around them grew heavier, causing the nearby glass tubes to begin cracking.

Blue liquid sprayed from the cracks, but before it could reach them, it was dispersed into countless droplets by the killing intent.

I noticed that Rahab, standing beside them, remained calm, his cat-like green eyes fixed on Samael, seemingly unaffected by the overwhelming killing intent.

Musashi, standing further away, had already closed his eyes, his brows furrowed in concentration. Though he appeared to be using his energy to resist the killing intent, he remained motionless. In contrast, Yang Jian beside him was drenched in sweat, retreating step by step, clearly unable to withstand the pressure from Cerberus and Samael.

The difference in their skills was evident.

As I wondered how to break this oppressive atmosphere, Samael suddenly let out a heavy hum, and his killing intent erupted like a flood, forcing everyone back several steps and shattering several glass tubes.

Blue liquid gushed onto the floor, carrying several deformed infants and embryos.

As the blue liquid neared Samael’s robe, his shadow suddenly blurred and then disappeared from its original spot.

“Hmph! How shameless!” In the next instant, his voice appeared behind me.

I quickly turned and saw Samael standing beside the Satan’s Cult leader, his handsome face showing a hint of anger, glaring at Musashi.

I noticed that a corner of Samael’s white robe sleeve had been cut off.

Though it was just a small corner.

Samael’s eyes flashed with killing intent, then returned to their cold state. He coldly said to Musashi, “Judging by your skills, you’re no ordinary person. How dare you launch a sneak attack while I was unprepared?”

“In the demonic realm, there’s no need for fairness,” Musashi’s deep voice came from behind me, carrying a hint of hatred. “Besides, I have an irreconcilable enmity with you. Since you were ruthless back then, there’s nothing wrong with me using any means to deal with you!”

“What deep hatred do I have with you?” Samael raised an eyebrow.

Musashi suddenly fell silent, but I could hear his teeth grinding.

After a moment, he asked heavily, “Samael, do you remember the village of Miyamoto in Mimasaka Province four hundred years ago?”

“Miyamoto Village?” Samael pondered briefly before realization dawned. “You are Miyamoto Musashi?”

Miyamoto Musashi snorted and said, “That’s right. You remember me, but do you also remember the 132 lives in Miyamoto Village?”

Though I couldn’t see Musashi’s expression, I could hear the deep sorrow and anger behind his words.

“Heh! First, I guessed you were Miyamoto Musashi because you wield both long and short samurai swords and mentioned Miyamoto Village,” Samael said coldly. “Second, I’ve taken more lives than my own age. A mere hundred or so worthless lives mean nothing to me, Samael.”

“So, you’ve forgotten the massacre of Miyamoto Village?” Musashi’s voice was icy, clearly enraged.

“The massacre of Miyamoto Village? Maybe, maybe not,” Samael sneered. “But regardless, you can blame it on me. I don’t mind sending you to hell to reunite with them.”

“In that case,” Musashi’s voice returned to its usual calmness but was filled with killing intent, “I’ll make you feel each of the 132 cuts before you die!”

Suddenly, I felt a chill down my spine. An overwhelming evil aura emanated from behind me—it was Musashi, who had never used his Devil eye before, now unleashing his accumulated demonic energy!

Musashi’s demonic energy was purer and stronger than mine.

Though I didn’t know the exact grudge between him and Samael, from their conversation, it seemed this was their first meeting. Musashi had refrained from using his Devil eye, likely saving it for this critical moment.

With his own strength, Musashi could already rival me. Now, with the help of his Devil eye, his power was no less than Cerberus’s. However, if he faced Samael alone, he wouldn’t have any advantage.

Suddenly, a clear metallic scraping sound echoed through the hall.

Musashi seemed to have drawn his katana!

“Miyamoto Musashi, though your demonic energy is impressive, don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Samael said with a cold smile, his hands behind his back, glaring at Musashi. “Even if you and Cerberus team up, you won’t be stronger than when he and Rahab fought together.”

Musashi laughed coldly from behind me, “Samael, I don’t need my godfather’s help. I alone am enough to deal with you!”

“What arrogance! Just one person can defeat me, Samael?” Samael’s pale face showed a flash of killing intent, and he said angrily, “Come on, draw your long sword too!”

Musashi’s words were just a usual provocation, but Samael, unexpectedly, was enraged.

I guessed it was because of Samael’s inherent arrogance. He disliked anyone claiming to be stronger than him.

Musashi seemed to realize this and taunted, “I don’t need both swords. Just this short wakizashi is enough to kill you!”

“Miyamoto Musashi, you’re too presumptuous!” Samael’s white robe fluttered, and veins bulged on his pale face. “In this world, only the Satan who died two thousand years ago can compare to me, Samael, the leader of the Seven Lords of Hell! Rahab can’t, Cerberus can’t, no one can!”

“Heh, I never intended to compare myself to you,” Musashi retorted, his killing intent surging. “Because all I want is to kill you!”

“Very well! I know you’re trying to provoke me into making mistakes in our fight, but you seem to forget,” Samael’s voice grew even angrier, and his blue eyes turned blood-red. “I am Samael, the ‘Twelve-Winged Angel’! Even if I show a hundred flaws, you won’t be able to exploit a single one with your speed!”

With that, Samael suddenly lunged at me!

Samael’s speed was incredible, and his impact would be devastating. If he hit me, the injury would be severe.

Though the thought of dodging crossed my mind, I was still reeling from the revelation of my origins. Samael’s speed was so fast that by the time I reacted, his pale, handsome face was already in front of me!