I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

The tide composed of chaotic dead matter is washed away by the huge energy escaping from the cracks in the dream. This is a dream world that is both real and fantasy.

With the explosion of Yanar, the world shattered like a bubble.

In the rumbling loud noise, the entire Nuojin tilted several angles to the side.

Wilde's mountain-like body was also impacted, and he was pushed back thousands of meters, and his tentacles were broken.

His eyes were split open, looking at the figure of Joseph's father and daughter hugging each other.

Just because of an extra energy shock, the ending was directly rewritten!

In fact, this is not the most unbelievable place for him. The most terrifying thing is that he can feel that these escapes belong to the rules.

The power of , and it is very complete and powerful, just a few points leaked out when he died is enough to hurt him, indicating that just now,

There is a god-level that is far more powerful than them has fallen.

The "newcomer" Wilde, who had just mastered the "End" rules, faced it head-on - the disappearance of the sub-god-level superhuman, involuntarily

Feel the heart - palpitations.

The gods who can master the rules of time must belong to the absolute powerhouses among the gods, but such a powerful transcendent,

But in the blink of an eye, time was killed.

Who can do this to such an extent?

Wilde didn't have to think about it.

"Melissa is great.".

The hand that was not able to be grasped at this moment is tightly clasped together.

At this moment, Joseph, this god-level powerhouse who has already understood the rules of his own concept, is just a lost and found father, excited.

He hugged his daughter tightly.

He muttered incoherently: "Melissa my Melissa."

"Dad—hehe, are you happy? You used to protect you from entering, now it's my turn to save you

Melissa was held tightly in her father's arms, her father's tears wet her shoulders, she patted her father's trembling generous back

For the first time, I felt such clear love from my father.

In the past, Joseph would not have expressed his emotions or expressed his emotions. He was like a silent mountain, only silently watching,

Express your expectations with strict requirements.

Melissa was once dissatisfied with her father's negligence and protested in her own way.

But until this moment, when she felt Joseph's uncontrollable trembling and hugging strength, she really understood how much Joseph loved her

"Happy, of course, Gao Joseph let go of Melissa a little, and the tears on his face were so excited, he raised his hand and stroked it.

The daughter's cheeks and hair on the temples, her eyes are soft: "My daughter has finally grown up and can be the face alone."

He whispered, "Sorry, Melissa, there's no milk today."

Melissa was stunned for a moment, then felt a pain in the back of her neck, and her eyes softened as it darkened.

"Good night, sweet dreams."

Joseph looked at his daughter who had been knocked unconscious by him with incomparably tender eyes, and stood up slowly with the girl in his arms, the softness on his face gradually softened.

Disappeared and became cold and hard again.

Melissa unconsciously reached out and grabbed his clothes, still struggling to mutter something incomprehensible.

"My daughter, it's alright, it's alright, everything will be better

Joseph gently patted Ruo Melissa's back, as if to soothe a baby.

Melissa relaxed her body and fell asleep in her father's arms.

Joseph's hand lifted his daughter from behind, and he could feel her daughter's weak but still breathing from her back, and her slow but strong heartbeat.

, the temperature of the life on Melissa almost felt hot.

Joseph felt an unprecedented peace of mind.

Burning can burn more than life?

Joseph took a deep breath, and the ether condensed, activating the mark left by the Mystic Tower on Melissa, and meditating on the teleportation.

The light flashed away, and Melissa was teleported back to the safe point set up by the Mystic Tower.

Joseph picked up the long sword again, and his sharp eyes went straight to Wilde who re-opened the field in the distance, their eyes were in the air

confluence.

The rules with the concept of burning once again descended on Joseph with overwhelming momentum.

This time, the trump cards of both sides have been flipped over and over again.

In the next battle, there is no other way but to do our best!

Wilde gathered the final rule coldly, knowing that because this sudden change had interrupted his absolute superiority.

Not only did Melissa not die, but Joseph would also calm down, and the last time he passed the plan of sacrificing suspended animation had no effect.

Damn. Wang Youde knows it's not good. If the past situation is followed, maybe he will run away on the spot, anyway, he has mastered it.

With the power of a god, and possessing an almost eternal life, it would not be too late to wait two more years before fighting with confidence.

As for face, what is it, can it be eaten?

But at this moment, there is a deep unwillingness in his heart.

Why? Why?!

Why is Joseph blessed? Why can he have a chance to do it again?

I do not believe! ! !

Even if it comes again - - again, I will still win!

"Joseph, you can't win my end

!"

Wilde roared, Xiu's body quickly recovered, and the waving tentacles actually supported the huge body and squirmed forward, countless

The densely packed huge mouths emerge, overlapping together like the voice of thousands of people chanting together like a rotten bell ringing, finishing at high speed.

into a high-level spell.

With the blessing of the final realm, the power of these spells is infinitely amplified, and they are launched in the direction of Joseph.

Be strong first!

Since they both know each other's cards, then risk your life and complete the final strike!

Joseph looked at tentacles like mountains and seas and daunting spells, and Wilde's "end of the world" field covering the battlefield also

Begin to gather, concentrating all the strength to defeat Joseph.

Joseph looked up, his eyes were as blazing as a burning flame, emitting a pure white brilliance.

As Wilde's tentacles arrived, Joseph raised his sword and

The same burning, but the firewood is completely different.

As Melissa learned by overclocking from the "Key to the Door", the name "Joseph" stands for the burning

Self, a knight who uses sacrifice and protection as the source of his strength.

Protection and sacrifice.

Not abstract concepts; but something real, the very source of purpose and power for Joseph to burn himself.

To protect Melissa, to protect Nuo Jin.

Everything he wants to protect is behind him, how can he not use all his strength?

Joseph smiled as he looked at the whistling tentacles—the flaming greatsword in his hand swung a blow.

Just like cutting a piece of tofu, the fortress of Wilde's annihilation substance and magic was cut out in an instant!

Winston was in a trance, and the shaking ground under his feet made him feel as if he was being pulled by someone on a high-speed train.

come back the same.

He looked around blankly and stroked his head, feeling that something was not right.

There was still a fierce roar of fighting in the battlefield, the dream machine and enchantment in front of them were torn apart, and the knights in the back were fighting.

Shout out loud for emergency rescue.

Yes, the barrier was broken, and then, what happened?

Winston froze in place.

Something's wrong, I clearly feel that there is no violation of the connection with the picture in front of me a few seconds ago, but it feels like there is something left by him.

forget.

He had to turn his head to look at the more insightful Chief of the Logistics Section.

However, she found Caroline kneeling on the ground shaking violently, and a lot of blood dripping from her fingers covering her face.

Winston walked over to support him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Caroline took a sharp breath, raised her head, blood was flowing in her eyes, and her expression was extremely shocked: "Just now, someone

Toggle the time, turn the time back

The self-proclaimed head of the Combat Section - with a dull face:

"what?"

Caroline endured the excruciating pain and pointed to her own eyes: "The information I saw with my gaze."

"There is another god-level existence that suddenly appeared and was involved in the reverse current of rewinding time.

This reversal of time has led to a rewrite of the battle between Wilde and Joseph.

Her tone was extremely shocking, even fluttering without real feeling.

I'm sure anyone who sees this with their own eyes will feel like they're dreaming.

Originally, at this level of time reversal, except for the person who saw the butterfly flapping its wings, and the person who witnessed the movement of the hand of time.

Other than people, no one else will notice it at all.

Lost memory like Winston.

But Caroline's gaze allowed her to capture the flow of information escaping from time and space around her, allowing her to instantly gain from it what she lost.

The memory of her, but at the same time, it also cost her almost blindness.

Another god-level? Winston felt his scalp tingle.

Assuming that it is just a reversal of time, then the flow of fate will not change because of this, and there is no way to talk about rewriting the battle situation.

So, in addition to reversing the time, he also killed a god? He died with the help of that god-level superhuman, which in turn affected his death.

the entire battlefield?

It seems that only the chess player who is always watching the battlefield but outside the battlefield can do all this.

This is the real power

Winston couldn't imagine it, he looked at the battlefield in a trance.

The sharp sword was unsheathed, wrapped in the hot air, and the Joseph-sword opened the world, instantly breaking through the slippery slippery black and dead matter.

The greasy tentacles, the forbidden spells wrapped around it shattered into dark purple fragments like glass, and the gust of wind brought by Joseph's high-speed attack

blow up

Joseph narrowed his eyes slightly and saw Wilde's furious face.

"Wilde, today, let's make a complete break!" Joseph faced Wilde, who couldn't see his original face at all,

Countless black dead matter entangled Wilde's body like an evil spirit.

His body gradually swelled, and countless tentacles were inserted into the broken ground like pipes, from the endless abyss composed of the souls of the dead.

draw strength.

Wilde responded with an inhuman roar.

Joseph adjusted his position, and the flames burning on his body broke through the battlefield isolated by this powerful field in an instant.

The drowsy sky, whistling in a blizzard, seemed to be pierced by a sharp sword.

The thick dark clouds have gradually dissipated, and the broken dream machine has already placed this battle in the real world, and time has changed with the present.

Real Interconnection-

The red sun rises on this winter night, the light like a sharp sword is poured into Nuojin, and the snow in the air begins to melt silently.

as silent as the death of all things

The temperature began to rise gradually, so that the air began to twist, and the flame on Joseph burned more and more vigorously, so that it reached the point of twisting.

To the point of warping the air, a tumbling heat wave erupted from Wilde.

Joseph stood with his sword in hand, his body was no longer an undefeated white flame, but a red flame.

He whispered: "Wilde, it's already dark here - the sun should come out."

The burning at this time is no longer nothing without firewood, but burning in the name of guardianship!

Joseph gradually ascended into the sky, and countless rays of light emerged from his body, as if torn apart his human body, welcoming the gods.

clear field.

Countless bright fireballs surrounded him, Joseph completely turned into a living flame, a huge figure that was constantly deformed, bright

To the point where people can't look directly at it, it can even be described as the sun on the ground.

Joseph rose into the air and looked down at Wilde on the ground.

"Wilde

"This blow will cut off all our past!"

Wilde looked up at him, there is no light in this dark night, Joseph is the light!

"Joseph!! It's you who is going to die!!" Wilde was furious, and let his head completely fill his huge evil spirit

God's body, countless tentacles shrunk into a ball in the blink of an eye, and then opened on this huge gray-black sarcoma that was covered with velvet.

Pale eyes that fluttered tentacles like fur.

The moment he opened his eyes, a bright Joseph was reflected in his pale pupils.

"Die! Wilde!"

Joseph's grand voice echoed throughout the battlefield, and in an instant, the light ball named Joseph smashed towards Wang Er like a meteorite.

De, draw a straight line of light, like a shooting star, even brighter than the newborn sun.

Wilde was also unwilling to be outdone. A twisted magic circle with the size of E was spinning in his pupils, condensed with annihilation substances, and encompassed the realm of the end.

, suddenly spewed out-

The light of black and gold collided with - - - the shock wave like an ocean wave - - times higher than - times, and even the clouds in the sky were blown away.

Stir, and the light that collided with the two people on the ground merged into a body, like Optimus Prime.

Winston, like everyone else, looked from a distance to the end of the battle.

The sound of clattering came along with the shock wave, blowing him down on the spot.

Pushed and rolled in embarrassment.

“Wang Yi De Yi!!!”

"About a

Ser one husband one!!!"

The sound of the two roaring resounded through the heavens and the earth, and each other's body was deformed and twisted by the powerful force of each other!

The parts that are close to each other are disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Wilde's body is transformed into an evil god and then meets Joseph's body.

In an instant, it began to evaporate, and Joseph was rapidly accelerated to aging by the dark dead matter.

Finally, the huge ether fluctuations released when the gods died collided and fused together, gradually forming a ball of light, like a nuclear explosion.

Like, burst into a dazzling light.

Through the long night, it is like dawn.