I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

In the center of the battlefield, there was a thick, stench-like smell everywhere, which was disgusting.

Strong winds, blizzards, flesh and blood and dust and debris together formed a whistling torrent, and the corpses in the etheric force field were buried like a quagmire.

The pitch-black abyss spreading on the ground swallowed up, and along with the countless purple forbidden incantations that flashed past, the blood-colored veins surging like a pulse went to the deepest.

The center turns on and off in sequence, like the heartbeat of a being.

Those forbidden spells are the most extensive and most terrifying sacrificial rituals ever planted by Wilde.

Relying on this ritual, the bodies and souls of all the dead on the battlefield will become a part of his power, making him

keep going strong.

Wilde took a deep breath and felt the surging power gradually fill his body again, roaring like a rushing river,

Desires to wreak havoc, but his body as a vessel is completely behind.

But he can't completely abandon this body, and its high-speed regeneration ability makes it impossible for him to completely destroy himself and let those forces vent.

Come

He exhaled an excessively hot breath, and glanced at the tattered black robe and old suit on his body, large and small wounds

And the broken, bloody arm.

The blood was dripping continuously, and the wound was rapidly growing blood-colored granulation, fighting against the sharp sword energy covered with it.

healed.

Wilde twisted his neck, seeing that if his wound that could neither heal nor tear completely fell into a brief thought, he looked at him.

The light flickered, and then, expressionlessly, he stretched out his hand to hold down the root of his arm, where only muscles remained.

"哳_——".

The sound of terrifying muscles being torn apart sounded, and he actually pulled out his arm and threw it aside for the ground to swallow it up.

"Whoosh-

At the next moment, a dazzling white figure descended from the sky, holding a long sword capable of tearing apart space, like a burning meteor.

smashed down.

The raging flames enveloped the man's burly figure in armor, and the dazzling brilliance of his eyes was full of anger. He looked directly at Wilde,

He shouted angrily, "Wilde!

I found you! You can't escape!"

The person who came was, of course, Joseph.

After they had been fighting for a long time, Wilde had his arm cut off and took the opportunity to escape, resting for less than a minute under the cover of the chaotic etheric force field.

In a few seconds, Joseph caught up.

Wilde sneered, and the quagmire-like abyss next to him--squirmed, and then-- a huge palm, with a hand immediately behind

Arm, towards Joseph - - - palm patted in the past.

"boom!

The giant palm made of his own arm collided with the flame made by Joseph, making a huge sound, and the shock wave spread instantly.

, stirring up the viscous air around it.

But unfortunately, Joseph shouted violently, and his body burned with white flames, and Jian Feng cut the palm with an unstoppable force.

The blade of the sword fell to the ground, and a white air wave hundreds of meters high slashed out diagonally, cutting through the air, causing the ether to be expelled to both sides, destroying the-

Che, even with that palm turned into fly ash.

Joseph stood up and raised his head, but Wilde was nowhere to be seen.

He raised his long sword horizontally, swung his posture towards Ruo in a certain direction, and said coldly, "It's useless, Wilde, will you just run away?! Two years have passed.

Go, you are the same as you were back then, just a bereaved dog running away with its tail tucked. "

Thousands of meters away, Wilde, who had activated the flash again, stood there, his eyes condensed and thoughtful.

At this moment, they all know that the strength of the two sides is similar, and the perception ability is not much different.

, will be discovered immediately by the other party.

But what they need most now is time.

The first step in advancing to the god level is to comprehend the rules. The two of them arrived almost at the same time, and it was indistinguishable.

The second step is to form a field.

This is the most crucial step for the gods, and it is also the source of their power.

It can be said that in this battle, whoever can take the lead to form the field will win, and both sides are racing against time.

Joseph was constantly chasing and fighting with him, leaving him with no time to think about how to form his own realm

, and so did he.

In the midst of such a high-density battle, it is difficult to let Fang relax.

Therefore, they are all waiting for an opportunity.

Wilde slowly revealed a creepy smile.

Three, two, one.

He finished the countdown in his heart, and raised the sacrificial knife with his other hand trembling, ready to sing a spell, and he saw Joseph

The figure sprinted like a white rainbow piercing the sun, and his straight trajectory left behind countless white flames composed of ether, instantly evaporating Wang Er.

The filth of the abyss that De summoned from the ground.

"good chance!".

Joseph looked at Wilde, who seemed to be stuck in place due to exhaustion, and thought.

He pretended to raise his sword horizontally, and feinted a shot, but in fact he quickly condensed ether in his hand, hitting Wilde in the abdomen in an instant.

was knocked into the air, accompanied by a large amount of combustion produced by the explosion of the ether.

The white flames of Wilde's body turned into shattered flying shards in an instant!

The moment Wilde was hit, the smile on the corner of his mouth expanded infinitely, and the whole person flew out with inertia.

As the battlefield has been razed to the ground, after Wilde is knocked into the air - the road rolls over, his whole body shatters in the air, until he hits the dream

The edge pillars of the machine-created enchantment.

Joseph turned into a streamer and followed closely. Seeing Wilde falling to the ground like a dead object, he did not dare to relax a little, and he was ready at any time.

Ready to go forward with the sword to give Wilde the final blow.

But at the same time, he was a little hesitant in his heart, because it was so smooth.

With Wilde's insidiousness and cunning, Joseph had already tried his best at the beginning. Today, two years later, it shouldn't be so easy.

Defeated.

Joseph hesitated, a speculation popped up in his mind.

But suddenly, his inspiration moved, his thoughts were interrupted, and he seemed to be affecting something unintentionally.

Attracted by the thread of fate in the unknown.

Melissa?!

Joseph's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around suddenly. Through the barrier wall of the dream machine, he saw that his beloved daughter was approaching the battle.

field!

Unconsciously, they had already fought to the edge of the enchantment.

And just at a distance of less than a kilometer, the figures of Melissa and Winston are clearly visible, and the two seem to have a conflict. Winston

Don pulled Melissa and said something else.

"What about Joseph, guess what, if I rush over at this time, what are the chances that I can kill your daughter?"

Wilde's voice suddenly sounded, indifferent, but full of malice and provocation.

Joseph's expression froze for a moment, and then he couldn't help showing a hideous expression.

When he came back to his senses, he had once again smashed Wilde with all his strength, and the explosion of white flames was in sight.

Blast.

The next second, he immediately realized that this was Wilde's conspiracy.

But it's too late!

Only Wilde, who was left with the last broken body, flew away again, spat out a mouthful of blood, and laughed loudly: "Hahahahaha thank you for your appointment.

Cerf! If it weren't for your power, I'm afraid I still can't get rid of this rotten body and welcome the real god-level realm!"

The flames burned Wilde's body, completely suppressing his self-healing instinct, and the withered cells could no longer be regenerated.

of whiteness turned into nothingness, and in the end there was nothing left.

But the dark wizard's body is indeed different.

Joseph's eyes were splitting, and only then did he realize that Wilde had already used the punch just now to thoroughly understand the rules and form his own domain.

The Radiant Knight's body was wrapped in ether, approaching quickly, grabbing at Wilde, as if - a burst of light!

But it's still too late!

Before Joseph's hand could fall, he saw Wilde's remnant body burning up in the etheric flame in a state of wild laughter. At the same time,

A new body is born from destruction.

Wilde, who was completely close to the gods, was about to abandon the human body that was bound.

hurry up, hurry up

Joseph was drinking heavily, trying his best to make himself faster than time.

Wilde swelled rapidly in the void, and under the robe was no longer a human body, but a ball of flesh that branched out dozens of times.

There are tentacles all over the paint red eyes.

The dark wizard has lost his form, like a huge piece of meat planted on the floor, only - a remnant that is completely disproportionate to the body

The broken head is still in the tentacles. There is that weird and mocking smile above.

Every god-level existence has its own rules, and at this moment, a new field of rules is being formed.

Joseph's eyes were splitting, his forehead and arms were bulging, he let out a roar, and he wanted to kill him before he completely transformed.

square.

He raised the sword in his hand, and the place where the blade reached began to burn rapidly.

If you look directly, your pupils will be burned through and evaporated.

Behind him, a huge human-shaped light phantom condensed, making the same action as him, as evil and huge as that piece of meat.

The Dark Wizard is of the same size.

However, the two figures standing shoulder to shoulder were completely different.

"Joseph, my battle with you is about to end, and fate has come to an end."

Wilde's last head was burned by white flames, and his voice seemed to be--a rotten bell being struck, vibrating throughout the battlefield,

proclaimed

"I am destroyed.

"What I've been pursuing is destruction, but I can't touch the end and the true meaning of destruction, because I can't experience it myself

Destruction, and now, thank you Joseph, death is the closest thing to destruction. "

"Everything has a result, and the final authority is in my hands.

"Joseph." Wilde used a tone as if calling for his companions, but his voice was broken, sharp and terrifying, just hearing

It almost makes people lose their minds, he said with a smile:

"You lost-everything, the death of defeat, I have seen it clearly."