A Stay-at-home Dad’s Restaurant In An Alternate World (WN)

774 Don“t Let Him go Back

Sections of tentacles and eyeballs flew through the air in all directions as the purple-striped griffin rose into the air, flying directly toward the spatial demon patriarch like a sharp sword.

The octopus’ thick and powerful tentacles were sliced into chunks by the black claymore as if they were made from tender tofu. Even though they were regenerating at an insane rate, there was no way that they could impede the incoming griffin.

It was unstoppable!

“How is that possible?!”

The spatial demon patriarch’s eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets upon seeing this. He stared at the sharp black claymore, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

It was once said that Alex riding atop his griffin was like a tiger that had grown wings; there was no one in this world that he couldn’t kill.

The black-robed men finally reached the fifth street atop their unicorn steeds. They stared at the grotesque Eye Beast, then at the gallant figure rising fearlessly into the air atop a powerful purple-striped griffin, and all of them faltered in their advance as awe and incredulity appeared in their eyes.

Irina had her arms around the waist of the gallant warrior, and her body was pressed up tightly against his back.

This was not an unfamiliar scene to the people of Rodu. Back when Alex was still alive, he was often sighed taking Princess Irina in and out of Rodu atop his purple-striped griffin.

It was just that no one had thought that this scene would be replicated three years later.

All of the tentacles were several dozens of meters in length and several meters thick as they flashed through the air, tearing rifts in the space with their enormous power.

However, the griffin continued to rise up in a fearless manner. Countless tentacles were sliced apart around the griffin, and it appeared that nothing could stand in its way.

“Team Leader, what do we do now?” a black-robed figure asked in a quiet voice.

“If you think you can fight them, then you can try to approach them,” the team leader replied with a wry smile. This was a showdown between two of the most powerful beings on the entire Norland Continent, while their average power level was only at the seventh grade; what could they possibly do? They had only rushed to the fifth street as they were following the second prince’s orders, but this was clearly not a situation they were equipped to deal with.

Irina had her arms wound tightly around Mag’s waist, and her head was resting gently on his wide shoulders. She basked in his familiar aura, and it was as if she was trying to fuse her body with his.

Three years later, he was finally in her arms again.

Just when she had thought that her life would end here, he appeared.

He was still just as captivating as he stood before as her invincible guardian, and he was still every bit the man he once had been.

As she clung tightly to his familiar yet foreign body, she could feel the scorching heart beating in his chest. Even the cold autumn rain couldn’t dampen its scintillating heat in the slightest.

It was him!

Alex!

When she had received news of his death three years ago, her heart had been completely broken.

She didn’t even dare to imagine that they would be reunited one day.

She lived solely for revenge. She was going to find those abhorrent bastards and kill them one by one.

However, she had found him again.

She held on tightly to his body, and she never wanted to let go ever again.

“I know you’re excited to see me, but you’re kind of hampering me by holding on so tight.” Mag tried to make a lighthearted joke, but his heart rate was accelerating involuntarily as he felt the two balls of soft heat pressed tightly into his back.

Shen Mag was renowned for his ability to remain calm in the face of women.

Even if a beauty were to appear in her birthday suit right before his eyes, he might not even bat an eyelid, but for some reason, he was becoming quite flustered by Irina’s embrace.

This was a rather surprising feeling to Mag.

However, he didn’t have time to consider this notion in any greater depth. The countdown timer had ticked down to two minutes, and he had to take care of the spatial demon patriarch during this time and escape before more forces could arrive on the scene.

…

“Those are some really powerful magic waves; could it be that the old bastard from the spatial demon race is here? Who’s that fighting him?”

Within the second-floor booth of a restaurant, Novan cast a surprised gaze toward the northern region of the city with a surprised look on his face.

“You’re saying Benson’s here in Rodu, and he’s fighting someone?” Krassu immediately put down his chopsticks upon hearing this as he scrutinized Novan with an intense expression.

“No one else in this world can cause such a ruckus with spatial magic; that Eye Beast of his is most likely here with him. He seems to currently be somewhere on the fifth street,” Novan replied with a nod.

“The fifth street…” A contemplative look appeared on Krassu’s face before he suddenly rose to his feet. “It must be Irina!”

“How do you know that?” Novan asked with a perplexed look.

“Alex was assassinated on the fifth street three years ago. It’s a pity that I just so happened to be somewhere outside of Rodu on that day. Otherwise, I would’ve beaten the living daylights out of that old bastard, Benson! Aside from His Majesty, Sean, and Josh, there’s only Irina in this city that Benson could be targeting.” Krassu looked at Novan with an urgent expression, and said, “Aren’t you supposed to be the most powerful spatial magic caster on the continent? Hurry up and teleport me over there! If Irina is missing even a single hair from her body, I’m going to beat Benson and his disgusting Eye Beast to death!”

“Give me some time.” Novan immediately sprang into action upon hearing this. The ring on his right hand flashed, and a series of crystals appeared on the ground beside the table as he began to set up a complex formation.

…

“These old bastards really are becoming more and more unruly; do they think my city is somewhere they can come and go as they please?”

On the top floor of the tallest palace, Andre wore a cold expression as he cast his gaze out toward the northern region of the city with killing intent glimmering in his eyes.

The black shadow behind him stirred, but didn’t say anything. He seemed to be awaiting orders from Andre.

“They’re provoking me over and over again. The longer these old bastards live, the less they seem to value their worthless lives.” Andre withdrew his hands from the banister and clasped them behind his back. He turned to the black shadow, and said in a cold voice, “Make sure he never leaves this city again.”

“Yes.”

The black shadow swayed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“Alex, I hope you won’t disappoint me this time. As long as you obey me, there will always be a home for you in the Roth Empire.”

…

The purple-striped griffin rose into the air with astounding force, easily evading the few tentacles that managed to sneak past Alex’s claymore.

There was perfect synergy between the claymore, the man, and the griffin, and it was as if they were extensions of each other’s bodies.

The griffin reached the massive body of the Eye Beast virtually in the blink of an eye.

The creature’s entire body was covered in countless eyes, even to the extent that there weren’t any gaps between those eyes. Being scrutinized by so many pairs of malicious eyes at such close quarters was quite unsettling, even for Mag.

The severed tentacles were squirming violently before regenerating at a rate that was discernible to the naked eye.

All of a sudden, the Eye Beast let loose a sharp cry as if it had sensed the peril that it was in, and its body instantly swelled up like an inflated balloon. One of its eyeballs suddenly fell off before transforming into a wave of countless eyeballs that surged toward Mag.