I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 382: Dawn's Revival

Dark and oppressive clouds blocked out the sun in this area where the ground was utterly ravaged. A never-ending storm seemed to rage, making it seem as if Prima had stepped into a strange other world.

The dark and turbid smoke was isolated by the protective suit, but Prima could still clearly see the countless flames burning in front of her as well as annihilative substances floating like gossamer.

Wherever these intertwined aether passed, it only resulted in either scorched earth or directly transformed into nothingness.

Even if one couldn't comprehend the environment outside the protective suit, just witnessing this was all it took to make one feel uncomfortable.

...Of course, even if such a rare phenomenon was indeed worth researching, Prima didn't wish to ever experience it firsthand.

Prima silently muttered encouragement as she struggled through the many ruins, carefully searching every possible corner

Before entering this area, she had already assigned the tasks to each subordinate in detail. Each person was in charge of a small area. This would be more efficient.

In truth, everyone already knew…

It was near impossible for anyone to survive a Supreme-rank clash that was just like a meteorite strike, except for the two involved.

Therefore, the only reason to head into the center of the battlefield was to search for either Joseph or Wilde.

However, Prima didn't think so. While her mission objective was to find Joseph, she didn't focus solely on him and instead searched the battlefield for anyone who might have survived.

The covenant from ancient times that stretched on today would protect everyone who slept peacefully in the night.

This was something that believers of Walpurgis ought to do.

"Is anyone still alive—" Prima clasped her hands around her mouth and called out. As she couldn't use aether, she could only shout as loudly as she could.

As she gradually approached the center point, the number of severely rotted corpses got less. All that met her eyes was complete

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