I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey
chapter-49

"Her target is the teleportation gate!"

"Quick! Get out!"

Those black magicians whose bodies were only partially through the teleportation gate shouted out in panic.

Doris proclaimed loudly, "My arrow will sever all escape paths of enemies!"

The golden arrow was like a comet hurtling towards the ground as its velocity reached the limits. Just like how the Polarizing Death Ray had cut a swath through the sky, the current situation was now a complete reversal.

The teleportation gate formed from the aether was just like a light-blue membrane, joining together two different spaces on both its ends.

The teleportation gate conjured by the combined strength of more than ten black magicians was sufficient to support their retreat. At the same time, this gate was both stable and wide, two characteristics that were the pride of Scarlet Cult's black magicians.

However, at this moment, no matter how sturdy the teleportation gate was, it was no match against a Destructive-rank attack.

This wide pathway had become an actual death trap.

A portion of black magicians with fast reactions managed to successfully leave the light-blue teleportation gate, but there were those who slightly lagged behind.

This bit was the difference between life and death.

Whoosh—Boom!

The arrow struck the edge of the teleportation gate and the membrane-like blue light was torn apart. Following that, the space-time within the portal became unstable and started to fold.

Just like paper going through a shredding machine, those caught inside were ripped apart as even their innards were all squeezed out.

The teleportation gate had become an aetheric meat grinder.

Eventually, the portal vanished as bits and pieces of flesh continued to rain down.

The remaining handful of black magicians stared in shock as their fellow comrades were ripped apart noiselessly.

This too, would have been their outcome if they had been any slower.

Morphey's face had also turned ugly.

Secret Rite Tower and the Truth Union personnel that were mobilized would reach soon.

However, losing the teleportation gate meant that they had lost their escape route. Now, Morphey was indeed stuck in an evenly-matched deadlock with that elf opposite her.

But she would have no way out if she was impeded till personnel from Secret Rite Tower and the Truth Union arrived.

"There's no other choice. You forced me into this!" Morphey's gaze darkened.

Behind her, the Coffin of Eternal Rest opened slowly as a sinister aura seemed to seep out from within the coffin.

"Become my nourishment."

From up high, Morphey ordered those black magicians.

The black magicians of Scarlet Sect first froze before a fanatical look appeared on their faces. "We are willing to serve you, Madam Morphey."

The clash between Forest Refuge Boundary and Polarizing Death Ray was approaching its conclusion.

Ash and withered tree fragments rained down as the beam of pure white light got weaker and weaker. There wasn't much aether left in the array and the entire spell had lost its impetus.

The thick fog and dew in the air once again turned into rainwater and started falling to the ground.

"Shriek—"

Accompanying this strange roar was a huge shadow that emerged from the coffin as it opened up. This huge shadow rose into the air and spread its 60-meter wings.

It was a monstrous bird over 20 meters tall with a layer of scales covering its half-decayed body and a head that was literally a skull with sharp teeth protruding out all over. It raised its neck and cried out to the heavens.

The stench of death emanated from its body as bits of decaying flesh fell off each time it moved. Rancid pus dripped down its body and corroded whatever it landed on.

This was a Destructive-rank dream beast that had died but was given a chance to live again within the Coffin of Eternal Rest—Traveler.

Raising a dream beast.This was the true use of Morphey's Coffin of Eternal Rest.

She hadn't thoroughly eradicated the dream beast after killing it. Instead, Morphey had kept it within the Coffin of Eternal Rest in an attempt to resurrect it and produce a dream beast that belonged to herself.

This was definitely a taboo that violated the Truth Union's regulations as well as the consensus for extraordinary beings.

"Shriek—"

Traveler unleashed a shrill cry, unfurled its wings, and took off to the skies.

Whoosh—

Like a gale of pestilence from the netherworld, the giant beast with a horizontal span close to 70 meters shot forward in a terrifying manner.

Atop Traveler, Morphey opened her arms and admired her masterpiece with a look of deranged ecstasy.

How is it? This magnificent object of the dream realm is a truly perfect creature!

After first killing that elf, Traveler would carry Morphey on its back and transcend the dream realm to her destination.

It was just unfortunate that this wasn't a complete resurrection and it would take a few months before Traveler would be restored to its former state.

Morphey turned her gaze to the ground beneath only to realize the elf revealed a gentle smile before raising the scepter in her hand.

"Summon, Nightgaunt!"

A dream realm fracture started to open before her.

As a family clan blessed by the Primordial Witch, Lady Silver, the members of the Iris Clan possessed the ability to seek out and open the dream realm.

The boundaries of reality and dream realm were also established by the Primordial Witches, so it wasn't surprising that the Iris Clan would have such abilities. Just that they wouldn't abuse such abilities under most circumstances because of how terrifying the dream realm was.

During the chaos of the teleportation gate's destruction, Doris had taken that opportunity for a short bout of foresight.

As a prophet, she generally had two styles of foresight.

The first was 'Predictive', forecasting important periods in the future. The signs received in most cases would be in the form of a 'prophecy', just like the one Doris had spoken to Ji Zhixiu about.

The second style was 'Perceptive', which was a short term prediction. This sort of foresight had a high degree of accuracy but its effective period was very short and mostly suitable to be used in combat.

Of course, a prophet needed to have extraordinary reactive ability, if not, they could just be killed in an instant even if they were to see the 'Perceptive' signs.

Doris had clearly foreseen Traveler being summoned.

The Iris Clan under the protection of a witch would naturally have a much higher level of knowledge than any ordinary black magician.

And naturally, even Morphey didn't know this either but the seemingly all-powerful Traveler had a mortal enemy that itfeared.

Nightgaunt.

Lin Jie brewed and poured himself another cup of tea with the water he just boiled.

He observed the floating tea leaves on the surface, then glanced outside, feeling a little worried.

However, the fog on top of the dusky weather outside made it hard for him to see anything clearly.

Lin Jie wondered if they were a little further away as all sound seemed to be smothered by and there was only the indistinct sound of rain.

"At least the headlights have been turned off. It seems like the talks were effective." Lin Jie nodded his head.

The young miss' confidence came from her own strength. She had just been gone for a bit and those glaring head beams had been shut.

But after awhile, Lin Jie suddenly felt the floor shaking slightly.

An earthquake?

Lin Jie eyed the cup in his hand suspiciously, then stood up with a raised eyebrow intending to step out to check on the situation. At this moment, the vibrations stopped.

Jingle.

The bookstore's door was opened once again.

Doris entered with a slightly weary expression.

She shut the door, leaned back against the door frame, and stealthily dispelled the Silence Boundary she had set up before heading out. Then, she looked towards Lin Jie and the hot tea on the counter before smiling.

"Although I did take quite some time, the matter was still resolved rather smoothly. Were you disturbed by anything? We can continue on from where we left off."