Am A Librarian Not A Servant Of The Demon God
Are You Disturbed?

“Targetnya is a teleportation gate!”

"Quick! Out!"

The black mage whose body was only partially through the teleportation gate cried out in panic.

Doris exclaimed loudly, "My land will cut off all enemy exits!"

The golden arrow was like a comet hurtling towards the ground as its speed reached its limit. 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 like a light blue membrane, merging two different spaces at both ends.

The teleportation gate conjured by the combined strength of over ten black mages was enough to support their retreat. At the same time, this gate was stable and wide, two characteristics that became the pride of the black magicians of the Scarlet Cult.

However, at this moment, no matter how sturdy the teleportation gate was, it was no match for a Destruction level attack.

This wide path had become an actual death trap, Some black magicians with quick reactions managed to leave the light blue teleportation gate, but some were slightly left behind. This is the difference between life and death.

Whoosh—Boom!

The arrow struck the edge of the teleportation gate and a blue light like a membrane was torn apart. After which, the space-time inside the portal became unstable and began to fold.

Just as the paper passed through the shredder, the ones caught in it were torn apart even their innards were all squeezed.

The teleportation gate had become an etheric meat grinder. Finally, the portal disappeared as the pieces of meat continued to rain down.

The remaining few black magicians stared in shock as their comrades were torn to shreds silently, This too, would be their result if they were slower, Morphey Face also became ugly.

The Secret Rite Tower and the deployed Truth Union personnel will be arriving soon.

However, losing the teleportation gate meant that they had lost their way out. Now, Morphey was indeed caught in a balanced stalemate with the elves opposite him.

But he would have no way out if he was blocked until the personnel from the Secret Rite Tower and Truth Union arrived.

“There is no other option. You forced me to do this! Morphey's gaze turned dark.

Behind him, the Eternal Coffin opened slowly as an evil aura seemed to seep out from within the coffin.

“Become my food.”

From above, Morphey commanded those black mages, The black mages of the Scarlet Sect first froze before fanatical expressions appeared on their faces. "We're willing to serve you, Madam Morphey."

The clash between the Forest Refuge Boundary and the Polarizing Death Ray neared its conclusion, Ashes and withered tree fragments rained down as the pure white glow radiance grew weaker and weaker. There was not much left in the array and the entire spell had lost its thrust.

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

"squeaking-"

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

It was a monstrous bird over 20 meters tall with a layer of scales covering its half-rotted body and a head that was completely skull with sharp teeth protruding out. It raised its neck and shouted to the sky.

The stench of death emanated from his body as rotting flesh fragments fell down each time he moved. Rancid pus dripped down his body and damaged whatever he was sitting on.

These are Destroyer-level dream creatures that have died but been given the chance to live again inside the Eternal Coffin—Traveler, Raising the dream beast. This was the true use of the Morphey Immortal Coffin.

He had yet to completely eradicate that dream monster after killing it. Instead, Morphey kept it inside the Eternal Coffin in an attempt to resurrect it and produce his dream beast.

This is clearly a taboo that violates the rules of the Union of Truth as well as the consensus for extraordinary beings.

"squeaking-"

The traveller released a shrill cry, spread his wings, and flew into the sky.

Whooshing

Like a pestilence storm from the underworld, a gigantic beast with a horizontal span of nearly 70 meters shot forward in a frightening manner.

On top of the Traveler, Morphey opened his arms and admired his masterpiece with a crazy expression of ecstasy.

How's it? This incredible dreamland object is a truly perfect being!

After first killing that elf, the Traveler would carry Morphey on his back and transcend dreamland to his destination.

It is unfortunate that this is not a complete revival and it will take several months before the Traveler is restored to its original state.

Morphey turned his gaze to the ground below only to realize the elf revealed a gentle smile before raising the stick in his hand.

"Call, Nightgaunt!"

Fractures of the dream realm began to open before him.

As a family clan blessed by the Primordial Witch, Lady Silver, the members of the Iris Clan had the ability to search and open dream realms.

The boundaries of reality and dreamland were also set by the Primordial Witch, so it was no wonder that the Iris Clan possessed such abilities. It was just that they would not abuse such abilities in many situations due to how frightening the dreamland was.

During the chaos of the destruction of the teleportation gate, Doris took the opportunity to look ahead for a bit. As a prophet, he generally had two styles of foresight.

The first is 'Predictive', forecasting important periods in the future. The signs received in most cases will take the form of a 'premonition', as Doris talks about with Alice's.

The second style is 'Perceptive', which is a short-term prediction. This kind of foresight had a high degree of accuracy but the effective period was very short and was mostly suitable for use in combat.

Of course, a prophet must have extraordinary reactive abilities, otherwise, they could be killed in an instant even if they saw signs of 'Perceptive'.

Doris had clearly predicted that Travelers would be summoned, the Iris Clan under the protection of a witch would naturally have a much higher level of knowledge than ordinary black magicians.

And of course, even Morphey was not aware of this either, but the seemingly all-powerful Traveler had a sworn enemy he feared.

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Davey brewed and poured himself another cup of tea with the water he had just boiled. He observed the tea leaves floating on the surface, then glanced outside, feeling a little worried.

However, the fog over the dark weather outside made it difficult to see anything clearly, Davey wondered if they were some distance away because all the sounds seemed to be stifled and there was only an indistinct sound of rain.

The young lady's confidence came from her own strength, She had just left for a while and the striking head beam had been closed. But after a while, Davey suddenly felt the floor tremble a little.

An earthquake?

Davey looked at the cup in his hand suspiciously, then stood up with raised eyebrows intending to come out to check on the situation. At this moment, the vibration stopped.

Elixir .

The bookstore door opened once again, Doris walked in with a slightly tired expression.

He closed the door, leaned against the door frame, and quietly removed the Boundaries of Silence he had made before exiting. Then, he looked towards Davey and the hot tea on the table before smiling.

“Although it took me quite a long time, this problem is still resolved quite smoothly. Are you bothered by something? We can continue from where we left off.”

Davey relaxed a little when he realized that in addition to looking a little pale and tired, Doris looked fine.

Shaking his head, he said, “No. Heavy rain really drowned out all your voices.”

Doris' heart skipped a beat, her Silence Limit had isolated the external sound and her Forest Protection Limit had practically blocked all the damage.

The radius of about a hundred meters around the bookstore was completely unharmed, It was obviously due to its restrictions.

Doris felt as if there was an implied meaning behind those words, Does rain?

Although Doris had yet to understand it, she could understand that Norzin was currently stuck in a difficult situation based on the young hunter's words.

This group of maniacal black magicians validated it. Whether it was hunters, witches, the Secret Rite Tower, or the Union of Truth, a huge vortex had formed and those involved were trapped within it.

Even the fight between two rank Destroyers was just a spark within this vortex. In an instant, their voices completely sunk until there was nothing left. Is this the scope of an actual high-level being?

Doris walked over and sat down. He no longer dared to guess what role this bookstore owner played in this 'rain.

Even if he was not a key player, the owner of this bookstore must have played an influential role in making the Destruction level black mages come knocking without a care in the world.

It's just that Doris doesn't know if this influence is positive or negative... For now, Doris remained vigilant and smiled slightly. “Eh, I'm glad you weren't distracted. They will never bother you again.”

Davey would also like to not mention about the current weather in Norzin. “The current situation in Norzin is bad, but I am seeing more customers lately. Oh, don't get me wrong. I am not happy because the weather is getting worse.

“Although lately I see more customers, I actually also love the days where I have fewer customers and can do things like bask in the sun when I get bored as well as read in most of the time.”

He glanced at the dark streets outside and smiled brightly. “I believe that with everyone's collective effort and mutual will, the situation will definitely change for the better in the future.”

The smile on Doris' face froze.

Everyone's collective effort... What did he mean was the insolent 'Polarizing Death Ray', a Destruction-level spell that almost brought down everything?

Moreover 'living a retired life basking in the sun and reading occasionally'. Obviously that sounds really boring and boring, okay?!

Now that I'm thinking, doesn't this all sound like irony...So the current situation is deliberately created because you feel your customers are too few and can only read books is boring?

Miss Silver, this dependant of yours does not seem to have a good character, Davey saw the customer's facial expressions getting worse and his heart falling.

How could he forget that this young lady must have been tired after crashing through the strong winds and rain to get rid of that ominous visitor?

However, he, the beneficiary of the aid, still raved about the collective effort and whatnot. Does he even want to keep this cash ... no, customer?

Well, I did a blunder. Right now, what this young lady needs is warmth and attention.

He shifted his gaze and pushed the cup of tea across the table. “Let's switch to something else. You've gone through a lot of trouble to solve this problem. Drink tea and rest first.”

“... Mhmm.” Doris took the cup with a little more caution.

After all, the one blessed before him could determine the fate of the Iris Clan. Moreover, it seemed like he was somewhat temperamental, happy to play around with people and provoke fights without getting bored.

His eyes turned to the cup and he stared at the tea leaves floating within it with some hesitation, Since tea leaves were imported from the North, drinking tea has become a common tradition in Norzin. However, it is mostly drunk as black tea with added sugar and milk.

Rarely had anyone just brewed roasted tea leaves in this way, Doris had long been out of touch with the outside world and was somewhat unfamiliar with these kinds of human things.

She 'rented the apartment' was actually the only one who made her owner faint, She carefully took a sip and found it to be very strange. Bittersweet with a slight aroma, yet this kind of naturalness seemed to match perfectly with elves.

In addition, the warmth of hot tea is very soothing, Doris smiled happily and exhaled. He put down his cup while thinking hard. The bookstore owner was completely unaffected by the Destroyer level fight outside and even brewed tea…

She not only brews a cup for herself and happens to brew another cup for Doris as well.

It seemed like the bookstore owner was already convinced of the winner before it even started. It was just that he gave Doris the necessary task to observe her appearance.

Given his current attitude, it seemed like the bookstore owner was somewhat satisfied. Doris calmed herself down and asked, "Can we continue the topic we left behind?"

Davey nodded and replied firmly, “Yes, I can help your problem but it is not easy. Getting recognition once again will be a long and difficult process. I'll try my best but the most important thing is how you all correspond. ”

For all that the young lady before him said, Davey concluded that she came from a noble family called the Iris Clan. Moreover, this was a family clan that once had a glorious history.

Just because of a certain misfortune, the true meaning of the family crest was lost, perhaps along with the history of the clan's history. Over time, the other noble families gradually stopped acknowledging them and the clan declined.

Restoration and filling the historical vacuum is a considerable undertaking. Moreover, the people from the clan itself could not divulge any secrets or have a substandard understanding of this knowledge. Otherwise, there will be no end to the problem.

This young lady came looking for him because of his trust in Alice's. Naturally, Davey had to produce his goods.

Davey may not be talented, but at least he has a little knowledge of the emblem. Because her studies of emblems in her own country were basically unheard of, Davey managed to obtain authorization from the Academic Heraldry Association through a friend and published the book Emblem & Totem can be sold in one series along with his other book Ceremonies & Customs .

Davey took the book out of the shelf behind him and handed it to the young elf miss.

“Read this carefully first, it will definitely help a lot. Getting back to glory is not easy.”

Doris' heart pounded as she picked up the book, her eyes instantly fixed on the strange symbol on the cover.

The distorted five-pointed star that seemed to be staring straight into his eyes from its central point and was filled with a sacred tone.

Book title — Elder Sign .

CONNECT...................!!!