I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

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From John seeing the terrifying picture in the room to when he lost his consciousness, it was just an instant.

The pure white flowers that grew out of flesh and blood still remained in his mind, the terrifying contrast made his scalp tingle and his hairs stand on end.

But he didn't have time to react to flee.

In the next second, the vision was pitch black, and the pain beyond the limit came from the whole body.

This short and long second was hopeless.

He could clearly feel those bloodshots clinging to his skin, inch by inch from his ears, eyes, mouth, and nostrils.

From the epidermis, to the gut, to the brain.

John felt that he was like a bloated leather bag full of flesh and blood, being stirred frantically inside, and it was no longer himself, nor a person with a concept, who was finally fixed.

At the door of the room, the middle-aged dark wizard just paused for a moment, then lowered his head with a dull gaze.

His hand was still resting on the doorknob, and there was a creeping bloodshot on the back of his hand, which soon disappeared.

"crunch-"

John stepped back, gently closing the door again.

As he went downstairs, he muttered to himself in confusion: "I...I, I should...I should..."

As if he had just acquired language skills, he stumbled and said many meaningless whispers.

But as he walked downstairs, the speed of speech gradually became normal.

The expression of words also became clear.

"I should clear...everything that threatens the existence of the Lord..."

"Lord, your servant is here..."

"Allegiance to you."

——

Yoai waited in the dark alley.

He finished smoking a cigarette, threw it on the ground and crushed it under his own shadow, took out his pocket watch and took a look.

A little rain splashed on the dial.

He frowned and wiped the rain with his thumb.

Half an hour has passed.

This place is no more than two kilometers away from No. 23 Street. According to the speed of John's Shadow Technique, it takes about five minutes to reach the destination.

The content of the investigation is also not in-depth.

This is a lot slower than the speed at which John usually performs his exploration tasks.

"It seems that this bookstore is really not simple..."

Yoai let out a long breath.

He was right in choosing not to go in person out of prudence.

But until now, he has not felt a large-scale ether fluctuation in the direction of 23rd Street, so at least no battle has broken out.

The biggest possibility is that John succeeded in sneaking, but maybe the other party took some defensive measures and did not get any results.

It's not too bad, but it's probably already stunned, and he may still have to execute it himself in the future.

Now, wait for John to come back and make plans.

Youai still trusts John's ability to sneak and escape. After all, the hybrid between humans and dream beasts is very rare.

John, who has the blood of a half-shadow moss worm, can use 200% of his shadow-shaping technique. For him, it is as simple and easy as returning home to blend into the shadow and hide his breath.

"Crash..."

The heavy rain washed away the cigarette butt slag in a blink of an eye, and swirled into the sewer along the current of the stagnant water.

Youai put the pocket watch back and was about to light another cigarette.

Suddenly stunned.

He has clearly extinguished the cigarette, why does he still have a shadow in this dark alley on a rainy day?

"Damn!"

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Youai's face changed abruptly, she immediately squeezed the cigarette in her hand, and said loudly, "Flame Curse - Intensive Burning Light Technique!"

"boom!"

Unfortunately, the cigarette, which was used as a temporary spell casting prop, ignited in an instant, turning into a dazzling burst of flames, like a bolt of lightning, illuminating the entire alley in an instant.

The best way to deal with shadows is light and fire!

However, Youai knew that the current situation was very unfavorable to him. The wet weather on a rainy day greatly weakened all fire spells, and the auxiliary spellcasting props used were just ordinary cigarettes.

All of this means that his strong burning light technique can't really cause any damage other than delaying it for a few seconds.

So he immediately stepped back and took out a red gem the size of a fingernail from his arms.

He had already made sure that it was John who turned back and turned the other way.

Although I don't know why he betrayed, but now, he must die!

Youai's eyes were cold: "Flame Curse - Burning the Earth!"

But the shadow on the ground preceded him!

A second before he realized that something was wrong, the shadow turned into its original human form, and the metal blocks he was carrying turned into countless sharp spears, piercing Yuai's body.

"Ahhh!"

Youai was pinned to the wall of the alley by inertia, and with a bang, the wall cracked with cobweb-like traces.

His eyes were red from the pain, and he let out a scream.

Of course, the puncture wound alone didn't make him look so unbearable. The moment the spears passed through his body, the countless barbs deformed on them were what made him howl.

At the same time, tyrannical flames roared across the alley, turning everything into scorched earth.

John's modest body was torn apart by the flames, and eventually turned into coke and fly ash in the silence, and a broken silhouette in the dazzling firelight.

The brief confrontation came to an abrupt end.

Youai used polymorphism to break free of the metal spears on his body, and then directly used the heating technique to melt them into molten iron.

He gasped and covered the wound, staggered two steps, and said with a sneer, "I'm much more proficient in betrayal than you. Do you think I'd be unguarded? How naive and stupid!"

The waves of life disappeared in the flames, and the charred silhouette became a sculpture in the middle of the alley, representing the death of this stupid dark wizard.

Youai stretched out his hand, preparing for a final burst of flame to end the battle.

However, those charred fly ash fell on the ground, and the walls took root in an instant, and countless bloodshots spread, covering the entire alley in the blink of an eye.

"what?!"

When Youai realized something was wrong, the alley was blocked by these creeping bloodshots.

He immediately released the spell, but the high-speed proliferation of these things was terrifying, gathering in the middle at an extremely fast speed, as if to devour him.

Youai's smile finally solidified on his face, looking around, showing a look of horror: "You are not John! Who are you!"

Those bloodshots and sarcomas deflated like breathing, and made a sharp voice with John's voice: "Lord... your servant... clear the obstacles for you..."

host?

Yoai caught the key words, John's background is very clear, he has never been a believer of any church.

Why did a "Lord" suddenly appear, just half an hour after John just went to investigate.

Then there is only one explanation.

Bookstore owner! It's a warning from the bookstore owner!

Before being swallowed up, Yoai's last thought flashed.

——

"Knock knock."

Harris heard a knock on the door behind him and said, "Come in. What's wrong?"

The subordinate's trembling voice sounded: "Mr. Youai... is dead."

Harris' eyes narrowed: "What's going on?"

Subordinate Road:

"Mr. Youai, according to your instructions, sent people to investigate the bookstore on 23rd Street. As a result, the person who sent him suddenly betrayed after returning, and acquired an unknown ability, killing Mr. Youai."

"Here are the photos of the scene, the identification of spell traces, and the report of the restoration on the scene, as well as the last words that Mr. Youai struggled to leave on the ground."

"what?"

"He said . . . 'run away.'"

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