Devil's Bible

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The Fire Demon once again condensed a large number of fire weapons with flames, but after the fire weapons appeared, a slight fluctuation appeared.

The flames that were originally dancing suddenly became chaotic and abnormal. These chaotic shapes spread rapidly, turning into tiny black tentacles that burrowed into the Fire Demon's body.

As for Nemes, his stats aren't actually that high, currently only around two hundred.

In comparison, Jeff on the other side, with a stat of over nine hundred, coupled with various secret techniques from the church, is not weak.

only……

Jeff, who had been swinging his sword once more and knew that he wouldn't even be able to send a message without finding an opportunity, suddenly found himself experiencing various uncomfortable symptoms.

"How...how did you manage to do this?!" Jeff forced himself to suppress his discomfort.

However, he found that Nemus, who had been quite talkative, casually knocked the sword out of his hand with a flick of his sword, and then just stared at him without any intention of explaining.

Jeff involuntarily closed his eyes in pain...

"As expected, intelligence leaks are the most fatal problem!" Jeff opened his palm, on which a sacred character was shining.

Just as the Levin family possessed the Law of Recall, the Mort family was able to produce so many generations of Golden Seeds because they had mastered some kind of secret technique from the gods.

Nemes had secretly researched the information and found that the Mort family's laws allowed them to impose a certain price on the entity that answered the question when the question was asked.

Although it was unclear what the cost would be, Nems was already prepared to deal with it.

Subsequently, Jeff's 'historical potential energy' increased to a certain level.

Nemes killed him completely with a single sword strike.

Turning his head, he could see that all seven Arbiters and nine Golden Seeds were now dead.

Their souls did not escape the strangulation of the shadows, ensuring that not a single piece of information could be taken out.

Some of them are old and immortal, hoping to gain posthumous fame.

Some are contenders for power and position within the church.

There are good people, bad people, and people who are neither good nor bad.

However, at this moment, to Nems, they were all just enemies.

"How did you manage to gain their trust so much that they even have your power within them?" Atata asked curiously.

“They need to use me, not trust me,” Nemes corrected the error.

After mastering the "Legendary Journey," Nemus suddenly realized that it was a divine skill that could betray one's own people.

The power brought by historical momentum naturally overcomes obstacles to achieving the goal.

In this process, the force does not appear out of thin air and collide with the obstacle; a carrier is required.

At this moment, one's own people are the best vehicle.

Since Nemus himself possesses this power, it would be far too easy for him to tamper with the process.

As these people became enemies, they became obstacles for Nems.

They also bear the marks of historical forces.

Following the connection of fortune, historical momentum, without any middlemen taking a cut, directly crushed them.

Chapter 454 The Perfect Saint's Form

It can only be said that there are too few legendary species and too little understanding of historical forces.

And these people never carefully considered that Nemus would harm them.

In their minds, Naimus was just a useful tool, and the only thing they needed to be wary of was Naimus's power struggle with them.

They only want more of this ability that helps them perform better and makes it difficult to assign credit.

This is a natural arrogance, the belief that they are entitled to control others and that it is only natural for others to obey their orders.

Since it is taken for granted, then there is nothing wrong with it.

Atata's gaze drifted into the distance, where he spotted the demon Nemus on the other side.

At this very moment, the other party is in the final stage of inheriting the lord's position.

If successful, then Nemes will stand on the same level as Him.

"But can you hold on?" Atata asked. "I will do my best to help you before your true form ascends to the position of lord."

"If you lose, I won't honor the previous cooperation agreement!"

The next moment, countless shadows swept towards Nemus.

Meanwhile, a powerful divine force was emanating from Nemus's hand.

"Holy Mandate - Phoenix Cry!" Without any hesitation, highly concentrated divine power erupted at this moment.

Nemus mobilized all his holy power and entered a state of sainthood.

His stats were only a little over two hundred, but now he was facing Atata, whose stats were boosted by the Lord's position by three thousand six hundred.

The disparity is so great that it can be described as a desperate situation!

Therefore, the "legendary power" also burst forth within his body.

A surge of power filled his entire body, then quickly combined with the saintly power within him.

Legend & Saint - Perfect Sainthood!

The shockwave from Minghuang quickly shattered the surrounding shadows, and then beams of light condensed into weapons.

Upon seeing this, Atata's Shadow avatar's eyelids twitched slightly.

Sure enough, these light-based weapons also flew over at that moment.

Each weapon emitted a bright light during the process.

At the same time, it also emitted a certain kind of suction force.

With light and darkness coexisting, this light-based weapon is much more efficient at absorbing shadows and creates a sealing effect.

At the same time, a longsword forged from light appeared in Nemus's hand.

Sensing the intense atmosphere of battle, the sword began to tremble slightly.

However, this trembling stopped immediately as Nemus grasped it and aimed it at Atata.

Sword of War!

This weapon was formed from the light that the former warden of the Azure Whale prison had transformed into.

A sacred fighting spirit born from a pure belief in battle.

At that moment, it was held in Naim's hand.

Nemus then did not retreat, nor did he continue to use his divine power to form a domain to protect himself and buy time, waiting for his true form to complete the lord's ascension.

Instead, he charged toward the darkest part of the shadows, sword in hand.

Clusters of divine power gathered around him, then quickly solidified into various weapons, which were automatically launched forward.

The next moment, countless shadows coalesced into hundreds of thick shadow tentacles that lashed out at Nemus.

The overwhelming force seemed intent on covering and crushing everything.

Nemus swept his sword horizontally, and the light weapons that had previously gathered around him had now transformed into shadow weapons.

As Nemus swung the sword of war, all the shadowy weapons followed suit.

With a single swing of his sword, dozens of shadowy longswords followed.

Compared to the tentacles, the longswords were like toothpicks.

However, the toothpick acted as a seal the moment it pierced the skin, causing the tentacles to lose their twitching power and slowly fall down.

Nemus leaped instantly, a few rays of light appearing beneath his feet as he stepped onto the tentacles.

I did it manually.

The sword moved accordingly.

Countless lights were flashing, and these lights were the sword of war in Nemus's hand.

As Nemus swung and thrust, the sword seemed to truly transform into light.

One by one, the shadow tentacles that were not sealed by the shadow sword were disrupted by the flash of light, damaging the cohesive structure within the tentacles.

Outwardly, this manifested as Naims severing one tentacle after another.

Then, his body continued to penetrate deeper into the shadows, aided by the sealed tentacles.

Compared to the enormous shadow, Nemus looked like a tiny black dot.

However, at this moment, this small black dot shone with an unprecedentedly dazzling brilliance.

A rich, sacred power pierced through the shadow's protection.

Alalos and the Black Prison Lord, who were fighting not far away, were both drawn to this commotion.

“Nemus…?” Alalos was taken aback, recognizing Nemus, the one who ultimately prevented him from killing the Saint, but had no idea how he had ended up here.

Upon seeing that dazzling, divine light, Alalos's only thought at that moment was that thankfully, the person standing before him was Atata, not Him.

If He were to confront such terrifying divine power head-on, it seems that death would be the only outcome.

On the other side, the Black Prison Master, his eyes hidden beneath his black robe, quickly scanned the area, searching for any other people.

In the end, there was no trace of Jeff and the others. The brows under the black robe changed slightly, and then a large number of black lines expanded straight outwards, trying to restrict Alalos.

Although Alallos was somewhat distracted by the commotion, he did not forget that he was still fighting.

He quickly retreated, dodging the blockade of the black lines, and said at the same time, "There seems to be no movement from the Clown King's side. The war may be over."

"We might be able to end the battle right now."

"You retreat, and leave with your spoils."

“And I will be safe, how about that?” Alalos asked.

The only response he received was the emergence of even more black bars from within the Black Prison Master's body.

These black grids are in the form of lines, and when they move, they are always straight without any curves. They even have very few acute angles, and usually only right angles.

The area encompassed by these lines is getting larger and larger, while the area where Alallos can move around is getting smaller and smaller.

Sensing this change, Alalos couldn't help but frown.

Why does it feel like the Black Prison Master is using a bit more force than before?

Just then, an even bigger commotion suddenly came from afar.

The conflict between divine light and shadow caused numerous elemental changes.

However, these elemental changes were subsequently rapidly photochemical.

The tiny points of light quickly linked together, illuminating everything around them and forming a world of light.

Suddenly, the image of that phantom demon from before flashed into Atata's mind.

The opponent used fog to construct an illusion.

However, at this moment, Nemus was using light.

Holy Fortune - Bird of Light - Revised!

Chapter 455 The Source

Although Nemus was already a sword saint, his understanding of swordsmanship was second to none in the world.

However, this does not mean that other people's swordsmanship is meaningless.

Those sword techniques were the essence that others had gradually refined from the ordinary.

Every sword saint's swordsmanship has its merits.

Take the Sword of Mist for example. It uses the characteristic of mist to disperse and spread, gradually infecting the surrounding environment and forming a pseudo-domain.

Within this pseudo-domain, the power of swordsmanship can accumulate continuously, and then reach its peak in an instant.

Nemus had been releasing light-based weapons for this purpose, leaving traces of light to form a domain of light and then using the power of that domain to transform more elements.