Devil's Bible

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Chapter 266 Trapped Beast?

Combat is undoubtedly the best catalyst for growth.

Naims previously understood luck as operation, which involves accumulating, mobilizing, and connecting through means to make the development of things lean in different directions. A positive influence is good luck, while a negative influence is bad luck.

Or, going a step further, good fortune comes from things that go according to one's wishes, while misfortune comes from things that don't go according to one's wishes.

But upon closer reflection, isn't this kind of luck also a form of 'application'?

Therefore, the so-called "luck" is essentially the connection between oneself and all things, and the medium through which an individual utilizes all things.

By practicing breathing techniques, one becomes exceptionally familiar with the breath, and thus, by combining the movement of qi with the breath, one is essentially utilizing the breath.

This is a very simple principle: in everyone's daily life, actions, and battles, everything that is used involves the application of the universe, and thus the principle of luck plays a role.

At this moment, Nemus finally grasped the direction of universalizing the Sword of Fortune.

But let's deal with these guys first!

Since one can connect with the breath through movement and let the breath flow with one's own will, then one can connect with more breaths.

So, in addition to the aura, Nemus tried to connect with the element of ice.

In the Qi Sword, much of the Qi is related to water.

Through experimentation, he obtained the sword in his hand.

So Isabella's feeling was correct; Nemus had indeed been casting a spell.

However, ordinary spellcasters use mental power to cast spells, while Nemus uses physical power to cast spells.

It was at this moment that Zuowen made his move.

The blade shifted, launching an attack towards Nemus.

Nemus immediately launched an attack, countering the attack with an attack, forcing Zovin to change his tactics and thus put him on the defensive.

At the same time, Nymus sensed something and glanced at it, unleashing his spiritual will.

Several priests who were about to cast Discipline spells to restrain Nemus felt their mental energy scatter, and then the spells failed.

In the midst of chaos, the worst thing is to have your movements restricted. Once your mobility is restricted, Nemus will only be hacked to death.

Having suffered from the effects of Discipline spells before, Nemus had naturally considered ways to counter them.

However, it was while Nemus was distracted dealing with those priests that Zovin's swordsmanship underwent a new change.

He thrust out his sword, and the spatial energy on the blade shifted, as if it were about to leap again.

Nemus's sword didn't stop, continuing its trajectory towards Zovin's head.

However, Zovin's blade did not leap through space. Instead, it briefly concealed itself, then suddenly accelerated, passing through Nemus's sword and heading straight for Nemus's chin.

The hope is to pierce Naim's head from the chin upwards.

Seeing this, Nemus turned his hand, flipped the blade, and held the sword in a reverse grip to protect his chin.

This was the first time Nemus had completely abandoned the offensive and entered a defensive stance in the face of Zovin's swordsmanship.

"Good, as expected of my disciple!" Nemus laughed and praised him.

Others might not be able to tell, but Nemus could. This swordsmanship philosophy, which combines real and feigned techniques with extremely high control, did not come from the Polaris Sword, but from himself.

The deal between Nemes and Sibin involved taking care of Sibin's family and not hindering Zovin's growth.

Nems succeeded and took Zovin as his disciple.

Although Nemus mostly let his son roam freely, he did give Zovin a few lessons on swordsmanship.

After all, he could teach even his colleagues and subordinates, so naturally he could teach his disciple as well, even though this disciple was more of a figurehead and had a blood feud with him for killing his father.

At this moment, Zovin finally grew up.

Previously, although he possessed the Polaris Sword, he was merely a copyist of it.

Only at this moment did he begin to incorporate his own knowledge into what he had learned.

Although this stuff of his own originated from Nemes's teaching.

But this also added a touch of agility to Zovin's swordsmanship.

Previously, Zobin himself was a hindrance, but now, with the historical soul of the Polaris Sword, he is finally a true master swordsman, capable of competing with Nemus in swordsmanship!

It wasn't just Naim who grew up.

Naims was delighted to see this progress.

If you want to reach the top, the way to do it is definitely not by kicking down everyone around you.

The enemy's growth will only become pressure on Nemus, pushing him to continue to improve.

However, it was at this moment that Isabella took advantage of the slight slowdown in Nems's offensive and used her mental power to connect the luminous matter that had been scattered in various places, forming a white circular magic circle.

Meanwhile, a new enemy has arrived.

An extremely vicious sword strike came from Nemus's blind spot.

Nemes shifted his body to the side, and the sword followed, slashing diagonally towards him.

A finger sliced ​​through the palm, blood splattering, and a crimson sword of energy condensed, blocking the attack.

The newcomer raised his eyes between the blades, his pure killing intent and dark aura combining to make him look like a demon driven to madness, completely obscuring his aged face.

"The old codger from the Tribunal?!" Nemus looked at the other party and felt waves of energy surging towards him, trying to suppress him.

The opponent was able to intimidate the Aro realm to a certain extent back then, and in terms of actual combat power, he was the one with the highest strength among everyone here!

And just then, two people walked over from not far away.

Rhine walked ahead, followed by another person, a weathered middle-aged man.

At this point, aside from White, who was hiding in the shadows, and the Dartmenley family bone monster whose whereabouts were still unknown, all of Nemus's enemies had basically arrived here.

"You old codger, you're still alive?!" The middle-aged man immediately mocked the old man from the adjudication team.

"You've already come out of the Confession Department, how could I possibly die!" the old man immediately retorted sarcastically.

From these words, Nems also learned about the middle-aged man—a member of the Confessions Department.

Nems already knew that there was a master hidden in the Confession Department of Baiwei Town, who was like the Old Immortal and belonged to the church's 'foundation'.

Moreover, in most cases, he mobilized fewer troops than the old man.

As a result, most people know that the Confessions Department has a 'master,' but they have never actually seen him.

It is said that most of the time, he would silently repent in a private confessional.

It neither eats nor drinks, and rarely makes any other movements.

"So it seems that Rhine has been staying in the Confessions Department all along?" Nemus raised an eyebrow and looked at Rhine now.

At this moment, Rhine was no different from before, wearing a common priest's robe and a pair of stiff glasses.

The slightly reflective glasses concealed the true emotions in his eyes.

With a powerful flick of his sword, Nemus forced the old immortal back, but as he retreated slightly, a white magic circle blocked his path.

At this moment, three more experts appeared around him, and Nemus was still restrained, seemingly like a trapped beast.

Chapter 267 Come on, the second round of fighting!

"Nair, surrender!" Isabella earnestly urged.

Nemus's talent is truly astonishing. Such swordsmanship and combat ability—in this situation, if Nemus were to surrender and confess his crimes, he might be spared death.

"And then become the so-called foundation of the church?" Nems glanced at the old man and the middle-aged man over there. If he was really just an ordinary person with talent, then surrendering to these two now would be his future.

This is how the so-called church's foundation came about. Those who committed serious crimes, if they were strong enough, the church would keep them. Those who had been tainted by demonic or otherworldly powers would enter the Judgment Team, while those who had not been tainted but felt guilty would enter the Confession Department to repent year after year.

"Besides, do you really think you've won?" As Nems finished speaking, a layer of light suddenly illuminated the sky, enveloping the area.

In the distance, Op and Becky stood together. Op summoned the celestial canopy, and Becky used alchemy to enhance it, temporarily creating an independent area.

A black aura spread from afar, then quickly descended, forming some kind of targeted curse, causing the previously set-up white magic circle to fluctuate.

Nemus instantly broke free of his restraints and leaped backward. Zovin and the old man attacked simultaneously, their swordsmanship working in tandem to try and hold Nemus back.

However, a tiny stone flew by at an extremely high speed. Upon reaching its destination, the stone's weight suddenly changed, deflecting the old man's sword.

The collision between Nemus's and Zowen's blades provided a powerful boost, propelling Nemus out of the encirclement and landing not far from them.

The black mist condensed into the figure of Kru, and a wooden bird flew from afar and landed on his shoulder.

Kru stood behind Nemus, adjusted his glasses, and smiled, saying, "Sorry, Lord Nemus, it took some time to cut off the grid communication and block information that was detrimental to you... Oh, did I expose your true identity?"

"But it shouldn't matter... anyway, they're all going to die today."

"That's the plan, but being too arrogant and underestimating them will lead to trouble!" Nemus glanced at Kru, his aura as a great knight completely overwhelmed at that moment, replaced by an extremely terrifying aura.

Poole, who had thrown the stone earlier, came over with Downs, the village guard, Leah, and the white-tailed fox.

Whether it was a gigantic whale-like human, an assistant with a strange aura emanating from black energy but with a delicate face, or a seemingly innocent little girl, they all stood behind Nemus, with Nemus as their leader, opposing the church.

Then, people dressed in black robes appeared around the sky.

“This mental fluctuation…!!!” Isabella stared wide-eyed at the black-robed figures.

They then pulled down their hoods, revealing different faces, but what they had in common was the black mark that ran from their chests to their earlobes.

"Rampage Accessories! Fictitious Agreement!!" An incredulous voice came from Isabella's mouth, her pupils trembling as everything in the past seemed to flash by rapidly.

"They really are a bunch of damned demons." The middle-aged man drew several gunswords engraved with a single holy character, sensing the fictitious agreement and the demonic scent emanating from Kru. The hatred in his eyes coalesced into a black light.

"My name is Heisenberg Anderson. I vow to be the sword of God, to fight for God, and to annihilate all heretics and demons!" He uttered a vow-like prayer, his hands gripping the musket and sword.

Meanwhile, Lillian, who had been on the other side, suddenly remembered something and shouted loudly.

"I remember now, I remember now!!!"

"A few years ago, there was a genius paladin whose swordsmanship reached its peak in just ten years, creating his own unique style of swordsmanship."

"He created a sword technique with a very strange name, and the genius's name is—Nemus!"

“I was originally planning to see if I could guide him to become a historical hero, but then I suddenly heard the news that he died in a conflict.”

Zovin repeated Lillian's words in unison.

This made Isabella's expression even more complicated.

She naturally knew about Nemus, and also about the sword technique called the Thousand Moon Extinction Bird Turning to the Netherworld Sword.

I was once surprised that Neil knew this sword technique.

It now seems that Nair is probably long dead, and the person she knew was always Naimus.

“Why, Nems? The former genius paladin of the church, or Nair? The current Grand Knight of Tailwind Town?” Isabella looked at Nems, her eyes filled with unease.

"So, Lord Nemus has such a past?" Kru said, as a black aura rose from his body.

“Everyone has a past, and the past shapes everything we have now.” Nemes raised his hand: “There’s no need to dwell on the past; what we choose is our ideals and our future.”

With a sudden swing of his hand, all the members of the virtual protocol around him activated the berserk accessories of V-Generation on their bodies.

The fifth-generation berserk accessories no longer alienate people's spirit and soul, and no longer have the ability to absorb the fragmented souls of others for symbiosis.

However, they are able to share a spiritual connection with other people who also use V-generation accessories.

From predatory coexistence to cooperative resonance.

At this point, the Berserker accessories have basically reached their peak.

It's already quite an achievement to be able to create something that doesn't significantly hinder potential, allows for stable and rapid cultivation and development of spiritual power, and even resonates with others, all using a single element of soul matter and a little bit of faith.

Further improvements would only require more resources, thus reducing the cost-effectiveness.

Therefore, it's time for Da Cheng's Berserk accessories to be officially unveiled.

The resonant spiritual power spread rapidly, and then the restless spirit combined with some chaotic elements of riots to form a powerful force field that pressed down.

Isabella, who was secretly preparing to cast a spell, immediately frowned, sensing that her spellcasting was being interfered with.

It was at this moment that Poole and the village guards prepared to take action, as the anti-gravity field generated by the bone fins spread out.

Currently, the Whale Force has more than just these two members, but only these two have reached the Iron-type level.