Chapter 34. Legion's Endgame

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Satria stepped into the chaotic battlefield, his sharp eyes catching sight of a horned, alluring woman in the distance. She leaned over a helpless human, planting a kiss that drained the man of life. His limp body crumpled to the ground like discarded trash.

The succubus, her blue eyes glowing with predatory hunger, licked her lips as she turned her gaze toward Satria and his group. A twisted smile stretched across her face, dripping with both lust and malice.

"How long will my transformation last, Fatalis?" Satria asked inwardly

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"How long will my transformation last, Fatalis?" Satria asked inwardly.

[Fatalis: You’ve got about 10 minutes left, give or take. After that, you'll need time to re-enter Calamity Mode. Oh, and you’re burning through energy faster because of that pesky Speed Force metabolism]

‘Great,’ Satria thought bitterly.

The succubus’s voice broke his focus. "Hee~ You're quite handsome and hot," she purred, her tone dripping with seduction as she focused on Johnny. "Why don’t you ditch this sad little group and come join me? I’ll make it worth your while."

Johnny’s cocky grin surfaced immediately. "It would be my pleasure to—"

Thud. Susan's elbow jabbed into his ribs. "Idiot! Don’t let yourself get charmed by her tricks!" she snapped.

Johnny winced. "What’s your problem, sis?"

"You are," she shot back.

"Stop bickering," Satria cut in, his tone commanding. "We don’t have time for this nonsense." He locked eyes with the succubus. "Sorry, lady. We’re rejecting your ‘generous’ offer."

Her smile widened, revealing sharp fangs. "A pity. I had such high hopes for you." She snapped her fingers, summoning a squad of ten towering Felguards, their crimson skin gleaming and halberds gleaming in the light.

"Kill them," she ordered, her voice cold and imperious.

The Felguards encircled the group, their hulking forms cutting off any escape.

"What now?" Reed asked, glancing at Satria.

Satria’s mind worked quickly. ‘Reed’s elasticity is a lot like Luffy’s powers in One Piece. I wonder if he could use that potential...but I’ll need to tread carefully. The man’s a genius, and that makes him dangerous.’

"We form a tight formation," Satria ordered. "Rocky, you’re on the front line. Tank their attacks and smash through them. Gomu-Gomu Man,"—he gestured at Reed—"use your stretchy powers to restrain them so we can land clean hits."

“Gomu-Gomu?" Reed raised an eyebrow.

“It means ‘rubber,'" Satria explained flatly.

Reed nodded, though he still seemed puzzled.

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