I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

It was only an instant from when John saw the horrible picture in the room to when he lost his consciousness.

The pure white flowers that grew out of flesh and blood still remained in his mind, and the horrible contrast made him feel a tingling scalp and hair on his back.

But he did not have time to react to flee.

In the next second, his vision was pitch black, and there was pain beyond his limit.

This short and long second is desperate.

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

From the epidermis, to the internal organs, to the brain.

John felt that he was like a bloated skin bag full of flesh and blood, stirred frantically inside, and it was no longer himself, nor a conceptual person, who finally settled down.

At the door of the room, the middle-aged black wizard only paused, then lowered his head dullly.

His hand was still on the doorknob, and blood squirming on the back of his hand disappeared quickly.

"Crunch—"

John stepped back and gently closed the door again.

As he went downstairs, he muttered intermittently and confusedly: "I...I, I should...I should..."

He seemed to have just gained language skills, and he stumbled and said many meaningless whispers.

But as he walked downstairs, the rate of speaking gradually became normal.

The expression of words has also become clear.

"I should clear... everything that threatens the Lord's existence..."

"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 by stepping on his shadow, and took out his pocket watch to take a look.

A little rain splashed on the dial.

He frowned and wiped the raindrops with his thumb.

Half an hour has passed.

It’s no more than two kilometers away from No. 23 Street. At the speed of John’s Shadow Art, it takes about five minutes to reach the destination.

The content of the investigation is not in-depth.

This is much slower than the usual speed at which John performs exploration tasks.

"It looks like this bookstore is really not easy..."

Yoai let out a breath.

He was right to choose not to go in person out of caution.

But until now, he did not feel the large-scale ether fluctuations in the direction of the 23rd Street, so at least there was no fighting.

The greatest possibility is that John succeeded in stealth, but maybe the other party did some defensive measures without getting any results.

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

Now, let's wait for John's return and make plans.

Yoai still trusts John's ability to sneak and escape. After all, the hybridization of humans and dream beasts is very rare.

With half of the blood of the Shadowmoss flowing on his body, John was able to perform the shadowing technique 200 times, blending into the shadow and hiding his breath was as easy as going home for him.

"Wow..."

In the blink of an eye, the heavy rain washed away the cigarette **** slag, and followed the stagnant water flow, rotating into the sewer.

Yoai put his pocket watch back, and was about to light another cigarette.

Suddenly he was taken aback.

He has clearly extinguished the smoke. Why does he still have a shadow in this dark alley on a rainy day?

"Damn it!"

Yoai's face changed abruptly, and he immediately squeezed the cigarette in his hand and said loudly, "Inflammation Curse-Strong Burning Light Technique!"

"boom!"

Unfortunately, the cigarette, which was used as a temporary casting tool, ignited instantly, turning into a burst of dazzling flame, like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the entire alley.

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

However, Yoai knew that the current situation was very unfavorable for him. The wet weather in the rain had greatly weakened all the spells of the fire system, and the auxiliary casting props were just ordinary cigarettes.

All of this meant that his strong burning light technique could not really cause any harm except for a few seconds.

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

He was sure that it was John who turned back and gave a blow.

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

Yoai's eyes are cold: "Curse-Burning Earth!"

However, the shadow on the ground is earlier than him!

A second before he realized that something was wrong, the shadow turned into the original person

Shaped, the metal blocks he carried turned into countless sharp spears, piercing Yoai's body.

"Ah!"

Yoai was nailed to the wall of the alley by inertia, and with a bang, the wall cracked with cobweb marks.

His eyes flushed with pain and he let out a scream.

The puncture wound alone certainly didn't make him behave in such an unbearable manner. The countless barbs deformed on those spears at the moment they passed through his body were what made him howl.

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

John's not sturdy body was torn by the flames, and finally turned into coke and fly ash in silence, and became a broken silhouette in the glare of the fire.

The brief confrontation came to an abrupt end.

Yoai used the Transfiguration Technique to break free of the metal spears on his body, and directly used the Warming Technique to melt them into molten iron.

He gasped and covered the wound, staggered two steps, and sneered: "I am more proficient than you in this matter of betrayal. Do you think I will be defenseless? It's naive and stupid!"

The wave of life disappeared in the flame, and the charred silhouette turned into a sculpture in the middle of the alley, representing the death of this stupid black wizard.

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

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

"what?!"

When Yoai realized that something was wrong, the alley had been blocked by these squirming bloodshots.

He immediately released the spell, but the rapid proliferation of these things was frightening, and they gathered in the middle at an extremely fast speed, as if to swallow him.

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

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

the Lord?

Yoai caught the key word. John's background is very clear. He has never been a believer in any church.

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

Then there is only one explanation.

Bookstore owner! It is a warning from the bookstore owner!

Before being swallowed, Yoai's last thoughts flashed.

——

"Knocking."

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

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

Khris's gaze winced: "What's the matter?"

The subordinate said: "Mr. Yoai, according to your instructions, sent personnel to the bookstore on 23rd Street, but the people who sent him suddenly betrayed after returning, and gained unknown ability, killing Mr. Yoai. "

"Here are the photos of the scene, the identification of the magic traces and the report of the restoration on the scene, as well as the last words left by Mr. Yoai on the ground..."

"what?"

"He said...'Run.'"

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