I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

being a 'Formless One,’ a type of dark monster that had no fixed form, having only a bandaged exterior maintaining their human shape.

As a result, his body was twisted like cotton.
With many tentacles forcefully inserted into his oral cavity, he could barely make a sound.
The only way to fathom his pain and suffering was by looking at the fear in those scarlet eyes of his.

He was in such indescribable anguish that he even cast a resentful gaze towards Congreve.

As if saying, If not because of you, I wouldn’t have met such a fate! 

Wilde chuckled.
“I’ve been hunting Harper for almost twenty years, but he seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Honestly, I had already given up and decided to spare him because it was not worth the effort anymore.

“Imagine my surprise that you brought him out of his exceptional hiding and straight to me with just one command.”

While he spoke, Harper, the once renowned hunter, already became a shriveled inky mass of a corpse.

Grady promptly devoured the remains of the Destructive-rank as if it were a plate of fries.

Congreve felt that something was seriously amiss.

The difference in strength between two Destructive-ranks couldn't be like an insurmountable chasm.

Harper, who had sold his soul to the Path of the Flaming Sword and managed to keep himself hidden for so many years, had offered little to no resistance against Grady.

Instead, he had been reduced to an easy meal.

“Oh right, I already knew that you aren't a patron of the bookstore, which was why I asked for your opinion.
I actually did so for entertainment, to give you a false sense of hope before you die, and hear your praises of Mr.
Lin.”

This broke Congreve.

With tears streaming down his face, Congreve frantically shook his head.
“No! Please don’t kill me! You can’t kill me!

“I am affiliated with Blood Feast, the Ash Chamber of Commerce, and Path of the Flaming Sword! You don't know what you’re getting yourself into! You will definitely regret it if you kill me!”

With a chuckle, Wilde signaled for Grady to finish the job.

However, at this moment, there were aetheric fluctuations and a few new auras suddenly appeared.
Wilde's eyes narrowed as he cautiously surveyed the individuals that had appeared in the room.

Yet another Destructive-rank…

Indeed, among those individuals that had appeared via teleportation magic was a Destructive-rank.

Congreve could recognize that person just from his silhouette and began raspingly screaming for help, “Sir Lu, save me!

“Please save me!

“I’ve contributed a lot to 'Path of the Flaming Sword'!”

Evidently, this individual was also a member of the Path of the Flaming Sword.

And he seemed to have some interactions with Congreve in the past.

“Silence!”

The individual who carried traits of a Northerner berated.
Dressed in what seemed like warrior garb, he unsheathed a long sword as he stared directly at Wilde.

Congreve had hope once more and he placed his newfound faith in this new Destructive-rank.

Wilde also readied himself for combat.

This Destructive-rank was in a whole other ballpark as compared to Harper.

However, before anything occurred, an aetheric fluctuation of transmission magic appeared around this warrior by the name of Lu, causing his expression to change.
He waved his arm in the air and barked out, “The bookstore and Path of the Flaming Sword have made a deal.
The top has given the order to withdraw any assistance to Congreve.
All forces retreat!”

All of the newcomers who heard the order made a hasty exit and disappeared without a trace…

Leaving behind an extremely awkward situation.

Congreve could hardly believe everything that had happened.

The backup from Path of the Flaming Sword had left as quickly as they arrived.

How…
Can this be?! I was the enemy of myself all along?!

Isn't the bookstore the enemy?! 

Why is the Path of the Flaming Sword retreating? 

How and why did a deal between these two parties form?!

If the bookstore isn’t the enemy, then who is?

If the bookstore isn't the enemy but an ally of the Path of the Flaming Sword, yet I considered the bookstore as an enemy…

Unless…the enemy was me?

I was the enemy of myself all along?!

Congreve could only stare in stupor at the gaping maw of the beast devouring him as the last of his hope faded away.

Belch~

After the hearty meal, Grady let out a satisfied belch.
His enormous body had received more sustenance, especially from the blackened blood of Harper which made the dark veined patterns become more profound.

Retracting all of its tentacles, it transformed once again, this time back to its original form of a large white hound.
Its beady black eyes blinked innocently as it stuck out its tongue and began panting.

Wilde approached Cherry and asked, “Miss, are you a patron of the bookstore?”