I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

39;s tentacles, annihilative darkness, and spells were cut apart!

 

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The shaking ground beneath Winston's feet made him feel as if he were on a high speed rail that had put on the emergency brakes.

 

In a daze, he rubbed his head and looked around, sensing that something was off…

 

Noises of intense fighting still resounded from the battlefield.
The Dream Creator and the barrier before him was split up, and knights behind were shouting loudly, requesting saving in this emergency.

 

Yes, the barrier broke.
Then…
What happened then?

 

A bewildered Winston stood rooted to the spot.

 

Something was definitely off.
Winston didn't think anything was wrong with the scene before him just a few seconds ago, but he felt that he had forgotten something.

 

He had no choice but to turn his gaze to the more perceptive chief of the Logistics Division.
However, he was surprised to discover Caroline kneeling on the ground and trembling violently.
Quite a bit of blood dripped between the fingers of her hand covering her face.

 

Winston walked over to help her and asked, “What's the matter?”

Caroline took a deep breath and raised her head.
Her eyes were bleeding, and she had an expression of utter shock.
“Just now, haa…
Someone meddled with time and made it rewind…”

The chief of the Combat Division who was usually calm and steady was dumbfounded.
“W-what?”

 

Caroline bit back the pain and pointed to her eyes.
“Information I saw via Eyes of Gazing.

 

“Some other Supreme-rank existence that suddenly appeared was caught by the reverse flow of time and torn to bits, thus interfering with the time reversal… which caused the battle between Wilde and Joseph to be rewritten.”

 

What she said was extremely shocking, yet the manner she said it was so light it didn't feel real.

 

Anyone who witnessed this with their own eyes would think themselves dreaming.

 

Given such a degree of time reversal, other than people that saw the fluttering of the butterfly's wings or those who witnessed the time needle being turned, generally, nobody else would notice anything.

 

Just like Winston's loss of memory.

 

However, Caroline's Eyes of Gazing allowed her to capture the information flow that dissipated in the surrounding space and time, allowing her to instantly obtain her lost memories.
But at the same time, it also made her pay the price of near blindness.

 

Another Supreme-rank? Winston felt his scalp tingle.

 

If it was merely a reversal of time, the flow of fate wouldn't change and rewriting the battle would be out of the question.

So, on top of reversing time, a Supreme-rank was also killed? The death of that Supreme-rank transcendent existence was used to affect the entire battlefield?

The only being capable of doing all of this seemed to be that chess player away from the battlefield that was observing it all from start to end.

 

Is this the true power of that person…

Winston didn't dare imagine and just stared blankly at the battlefield in the distance.

 

——

 

With sword unsheathed, heating up the air around and causing it to ripple, Joseph cut forward with a sky-splitting slash, instantly breaking through the slippery tentacles that were covered with the annihilative darkness of Eventuality.
Taboo incantations mixed in between were shattered like glass, turning into dark violet fragments that were blown away by the strong winds brought about by Joseph’s high-speed attack.

Squinting slightly, Joseph caught sight of Wilde's furious face.

 

“Wilde, let's end this once and for all today!” Joseph faced Wilde straight on, whose original appearance could no longer be seen at all.
The annihilative darkness of Eventuality wrapped around his current massive body were like evil spirits circling around him.
His body gradually expanded, and countless tentacles pierced into the broken ground, like straws, drawing power from the endless abyss formed by souls of the dead.

 

Wilde’s response was a roar that didn’t sound human.

Joseph adjusted his position, and the flames around his body instantly broke through the battlefield isolated by this powerful domain.

The raging blizzard in the dark gloomy sky seemed to have been perforated by the sharp sword as the thick, dark clouds dissipated gradually.

 

The already destroyed Dream Creator meant that this battle was now situated in the real world.
Time and reality were connected—

 

A red sun rose on this cold winter night, and a sharp sword-like gleam poured into Norzin.
Snow in the air started to melt silently, just like how the death of everything was silently fading…

 

Gradually, the temperature started to rise, so much that even the air began to distort.
The flames on Joseph's body burned brighter and brighter till the point where roiling heatwaves erupted from Wilde's body.

 

Joseph stood with his sword held up.
His body no longer burned with the indomitable white flames but a red blaze instead.

 

Softly, he said, “Wilde, this place has been dark for too long…
It's time for the sun to rise.”

 

At this moment, the flames weren't burning without any fuel for nothing.
Instead, they were burning in the name of protection!

 

Joseph gradually rose into the sky.
Rays of light emerged from his body, as if breaking his human shell and embracing the realm of Supreme.

 

Many glowing balls of fire surrounded him as Joseph thoroughly became a living flame; a huge, continuously transforming figure that was so bright no one could look at it directly.

 

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

 

“Wilde—

“This strike will sever all our past!”

 

Wilde looked up at his old foe.
There wasn't any light in the dark night.
Joseph was light itself!

 

“Joseph! The one dying is you!” Wilde cried out furiously as his human head went back into the massive body of the evil embodiment.
His countless tentacles retracted into a ball at lightning speed as a large pale eye opened in the middle of that huge grayish tumor-like mass.

 

The brilliant Joseph was reflected in the center of its pale pupil the moment the eye was opened.

 

“Die! Wilde!”

 

Joseph's loud voice reverberated throughout the entire battlefield.
In that instant, the ball of light by the name of Joseph hurtled toward Wilde like a meteorite, drawing a streak of light brighter than a newborn sun.

 

Wilde was not to be outdone either.
A huge twisted array spun in that giant pupil, condensing annihilative darkness of Eventuality which was then shot out violently.

 

Black and gold collided, sending massive shockwaves rippling.
Even the clouds in the sky were swept away as the two forces met.

Winston, like everyone else, watched the end of the battle from afar.

 

Shockwaves and the accompanying loud rumbles blew him down and he was forced to draw his own sword and stab it into the ground, holding onto the hilt tightly to prevent himself from being sent flying away in a sorry state.

“WILDE——!!!”

“JOSEPH——!!!”

 

The two furious roars seemed to resound throughout the entire world as each other's powerful force caused their bodies to distort and deform!

 

The parts closest to the epicenter were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wilde's massive embodiment started to sizzle and vaporize the moment it came into contact with Joseph, while Joseph started to age rapidly because of the annihilative darkness.

 

Eventually, massive aether waves rippling out from the death of Supreme-ranks collided and fused together, gradually forming into a ball of light.
Like a nuclear explosion, it finally burst with a blinding light.

 

At the end of a long night, daybreak came.