I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey Chapter 380

“Winston? How did he call?”

Andrew frowned, and turned to look at Raziel.

Although this guy has lost his mind, the other party is after all a god-level strength, and his mental power is huge enough to gain insight into some information that is not on the surface.

Raziel pushed her glasses, and in the background sound of the rumbling explosion, she just said indifferently: “Listen to what he has to say.”

Andrew picked up the communicator and asked knowingly: “Oh——So it’s Section Chief Winston, your voice doesn’t sound very good, and why did you use someone else’s communicator? What happened?”

As he spoke, he glanced at the huge pothole in the distance that was shrouded in a canopy of smoke that could cover the sky and the sun.

Although the Secret Ritual Tower quickly set up a third layer of temporary barriers to shield normal people’s sight and thinking, it can still be seen clearly at Andrew’s level.

From his point of view, the entire No. 67 block in the center was already in ruins, with no life left.

With such a large-scale movement caused by a god-level fight to the death, it is not necessary to guess. Naturally, Winston can only be seriously injured on the front line…

Winston’s voice was still tired and trembling: “Stop talking about those useless nonsense… Truth will not send people to the battlefield to support for a long time. Is it because you want to completely sever ties with the Secret Ritual Tower?”

Andrew heard Winston’s hidden anxiety, and smiled leisurely: “The battle between Joseph and Wilde is over now, right? We sent people there to clean up the battlefield, so it doesn’t matter if it’s early or late? As for the severance of diplomatic relations… …Winston, this is not something you can decide, if the relationship is really severed, who do you think will be more sad?”

Winston was silent for a moment, and said, “Joseph will win—this is what Boss Lin himself said.”

Andrew was taken aback for a moment, and then he heard the other side say in a deep voice: “You heard me right, I can tell you that the Secret Ritual Tower sent people to test Boss Lin’s thoughts on this battle, and I am the person in charge of the task.”

Andrew subconsciously turned his head to look at Raziel, who raised his glasses, then nodded: “He didn’t lie.”

“Ha ha……”

He laughed immediately: “It turned out that the Tower of Secret Rituals treated a loyal knight like this. It’s really funny. What would Joseph think if he knew that he was being used as a test tool?”

Winston said indifferently: “I don’t know what he will think, but he must win, and now if he dies because of the inaction of the Truth Society, do you think you can get away with it?”

“Hey,” Andrew sneered: “He is from your Secret Ritual Tower, if you don’t save him, what does it matter to me?”

Winston snorted: “It wasn’t originally, but who told me to contact you now.”

“What do you think Boss Lin would think if he knew that you knew about it but refused to send someone to look for Joseph?”

“…”

Andrew had to admit that he was really threatened.

Even if he really, really dislikes Joseph, this guy who doesn’t have pure thoughts about Boss Lin.

But… perhaps because of this, Boss Lin is very keen on changing him. In other words, if Joseph can be transformed from impure to pure, a noble, arrogant, self-reliant, righteous and selfless knight, he will finally bow his head Becoming a devout believer is indeed enough to kill a long time.

This is probably a very pleasant thing.

For an existence like Boss Lin, finding pleasure is probably the most important thing in life.

Maybe this is Boss Lin’s bad taste preference?

Well…Although he is very upset with Joseph, as a servant and believer of the Lord, things that please the Lord are his first priority.

Andrew let out a long breath, and said slowly: “Okay, okay, I will send someone to search the battlefield, but it is limited to search.”

Winston on the opposite side seemed to loosen his strength suddenly. After a long time, he quickly said thank you awkwardly, and then hung up the communicator.

Andrew looked at the communicator in his hand, and thought of Winston’s armored man, goose bumps all over his body, and he pressed the communicator off with a look of disgust and disgust.

Raziel commented: “The Secret Ritual Tower is quite courageous, even a god-level seed is willing to give up, but judging from my current inspiration, even if Joseph is really alive, things may not be as they think develop like that.”

Andrew nodded, and then turned on the communicator again.

He is not interested in whether Joseph can survive, but Joseph’s life and death are related to Boss Lin’s attitude to a certain extent. He cannot be perfunctory like before, and must find a reliable person to go.

He flipped through the address book——

Prima Sandra.

This little girl was the director of pharmacy picked up by Andrew, who replaced her sister who was just sent out and was still in a vegetative state. At the same time, she was also gifted by the owner of the bookstore.

No matter in terms of ability or identity, they are completely foolproof.

He immediately dialed the number.

…

Prima is busy debugging potions in the laboratory.

She was obsessed with the configuration ratio of the potion, biting the tip of the pen and trying to calculate the ratio formula and the possible consequences of using the special properties of the materials this time, with an extremely focused expression.

The laboratory located near the ground has the highest authority, and no one can disturb it except Prima herself, Andrew and Hood.

Not only did the fluctuations on the battlefield thousands of miles away fail to attract her attention, but even the underground explosion of the mechanical reincarnation and the harsh sirens that were almost close at hand did not attract her attention until the communicator placed next to it transmitted a shocking sound. Loud ringtones.

——After seeing how focused Prima’s laboratory was for the first time, Andrew forced her to set this ringtone for her communicator in order to get her out of the experiment with the highest efficiency.

“what!”

Prima suddenly woke up and raised her head, frightened the pen in her hand, and frantically switched on the communication device.

She was quite nervous after receiving the call from her immediate superior, and stammered quickly: “Vice, vice president.”

It’s the president!

Andrew corrected viciously in his heart.

Forget it… now is not the time to worry about this.

Andrew quickly said: “Select doctors and pharmacists from your subordinates, and I will also allocate some combatants to you. Now immediately lead them to the battlefield in Block 67 to search for survivors in an all-round way. Note that there has been a god-level death. Escaping ‘finality’ rules cover, wear protective clothing, take protective measures.”

It is said that they are searching for survivors, but in fact, there must be no ordinary superhumans who can survive in the middle of the battlefield.

But for the sake of the Secret Ritual Tower, it is absolutely impossible to say that it is just to find Joseph.

“OK!”

Prima, who was holding the communicator, nodded vigorously, thinking in her heart.

This, is this my first official task after taking office?

Then she thought that Andrew had asked everyone to pay attention to the A16 manor before, and a strange intuition came to her heart. Prima asked cautiously: “Is this mission related to Boss Lin?”

Andrew said succinctly: “Yes, so you must do your best, understand?”

Prima’s heart moved, and she turned to look at the book that Boss Lin had given her at the time—”The Secret Book of Primordial Potions”.

Boss Lin once said that the so-called pharmacy is to create your own value!

She took a few deep breaths to adjust her state… This is not only my first task as the director of pharmacy, but also a task related to my savior, the great being Mr. Lin.

In other words, this is the time to prove your worth to Boss Lin!

“I will work hard.”

Prima said, and then cheered herself up in a low voice in her heart.

…

On the other hand, after Andrew hung up the communicator, a question appeared in his mind.

Speaking of which, although the Lord has personally judged Joseph’s victory, is Wilde, that fearsome and cunning black wizard, really dead?

Raziel suddenly said: “Dead.”

Andrew turned his head, but heard Raziel say again: “But he is not dead.”

“…”

Andrew’s eyes at this moment are extremely complicated. Looking at the hole in the other’s head, he really wants to know what he is thinking with now.

Raziel didn’t care about Andrew’s offensive eyes, but looked towards the sky, narrowed her eyes and muttered: “Augustus…”

“The road of the sword of fire cannot make the king of giants bow down, but now, what finally makes you have to respond to the call of fate and step into the vortex of disputes—I’m afraid it’s only a matter of time before you step down from the throne? “

Andrew couldn’t understand his muttering, but at this moment Raziel’s eyes didn’t look like the boasting machine whose brain had been hollowed out, but the real “earthly wisdom” that created the whole Nuojin.

…

When death comes.

Wilde fell backwards on his back, feeling as if his body had been thrown into a fire, being burned alive by the raging fire, the pain almost exceeded the limit, until he began to forget the pain.

When his body resisted Joseph’s final blow, it disintegrated inch by inch, and now it has almost completely disappeared.

In an instant, the black wizard tried to sacrifice himself to Boss Lin again, hoping to use this trick to escape again, but suddenly remembered that the last time he did this.

Boss Lin’s response to him sacrificing his life was… Rejection!

That’s right, only by refusing can the sacrificial life be freed from the cycle of hell and revived in the world.

At the same time, this means that Boss Lin rejected Wilde’s act of sacrificing himself and refusing to let him become a member of his divine kingdom, which means that his loyalty is questionable!

“My…my loyalty…how is it possible…”

Wilde opened his eyes wide and suddenly lost his voice.

He does have one area of ​​infidelity, and it can even be said to be extremely profane.

That is, he sacrificed himself to Boss Lin. In fact, the biggest thought in his heart was to let Boss Lin reject him, so as to defeat Joseph.

In the world, how can there be a devout believer who is unwilling to enter the kingdom of God, and even wants to be rejected by the Lord? Even use this to fulfill your private wishes?

God, what has he done? !

Wilde belatedly realized why Boss Lin was on Joseph’s side in this battle.

“No! Could it be that I want to…I don’t want to…no…could this be Boss Lin, who treats me…”

Wilde was struggling and suffering in his heart, and he stretched out his hand with great regret to grab something.

But in fact, he no longer has hands.

To put it in a more scientific way, he is gasifying, and the whole process should be extremely painful, but since even the consciousness has disappeared, the pain is irrelevant.

In his last vision, he saw Joseph also crashing to the ground.

The knight’s body was also dilapidated, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger, as bright as a sharp sword. Unfortunately, his vision soon dimmed, and only half of the opponent had turned into fly ash.

“Alright…is this…my end?”

Powerless to change everything, Wilde gradually let go with deep resentment, and sank into the breathless lake of death. His eyes were dark and his ears were filled with dead silence…

suddenly–

“Wilde.”

From nowhere, a familiar voice penetrated through the lake of death, and passed through the water to his ears vaguely, like a hallucination.

“My disciple.”

That’s right, it’s clearer.

There is a voice, as if passing through many dream worlds, over mountains and seas, it reaches Wilde’s ear directly.

So kind, so familiar.

Wilde opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were pitch black, up, down, left, and right, and he couldn’t tell the direction.

He couldn’t feel his limbs, he couldn’t feel his hands or feet, and it even made people wonder if he really existed again.

Only a circle of spells composed of ancient characters that seemed to be written casually floated around him, blocking the glaring darkness around him.

“Old, teacher…?”

Wilde, or what was left of Wilde’s thoughts, barely recognized who was calling him…

The oldest black emperor, the king of speech, the dragon whisperer, the descendant of giants… the great extraordinary being blessed by various titles, a living history book, and Wilde as the preaching teacher of the black wizard.

— Augustus.

“teacher……”

Wilde bewilderedly saw a green spot of light glowing in the distance, and it became brighter and brighter. He subconsciously ran forward. He didn’t know how long he ran. sent a letter.

“Flickering—”

There were two small wings on the letter, which immediately retracted, like a docile carrier pigeon.

“This way of sending messages…it really is a teacher!”

As soon as Wilde’s thoughts came up, the pair of wings disappeared, and the letter lay quietly in his hand-he was not sure if it was his own hand.

On top of the letter, there is a scarab-shaped golden gem decoration.

This is… the ring on the teacher’s hand?

Before Wilde could react, he was pulled and rushed into the emerald eyes like a scarab’s quiet pool.

Augustus’ voice still echoed in his ears:

“My last disciple, I wish you good luck.”