Devil's Bible

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The Holy Son calmly watched all this, tossed out the white-tailed fox in his hand as a cushion to protect Zovin, and then the next moment he drew his longsword and charged toward Nemus.

However, in the next moment, several wisps of sword energy suddenly burst forth from Zuowen's body.

These sword energies pierced the white-tailed fox's body, accurately hitting the restrictions on its body.

Nemus turned his body around, flicked his wrist slightly, and then collided with the Holy Son who pounced on him.

The blades clashed, and the numerical values ​​were equal.

Nemus's body collided with the Holy Son's, and their swords clashed in front of them!

However, the next moment, Nemus felt a power spreading.

Sensing something was wrong, Nemus once again flicked and pressed down in the same way, and the sword in his hand shattered into countless fragments that shot out.

The evenly matched battle was broken, and Nemus and the Holy Son's bodies intertwined.

As expected, Nems dodged to the side.

The Holy Son, however, could only face most of the flying sword fragments.

However, as he released and released the characteristics of the path of sainthood, all the fragments were deflected.

At this moment, Nemus also felt an extremely strange power enveloping him once again.

He had felt this power before, precisely when he was about to kill Parsons, after Seppelison plunged his longsword into the ground.

"Some kind of weakling ability?"

"To be more thorough, it's a temporary reduction in my stats. Before, it also reduced the level of the sword in my hand, making it no longer a sharp weapon, but a toy weapon similar to wood or rubber."

While analyzing the situation in his mind, Nemus darted to the side.

A large amount of luminescent material fell there, causing the air to distort, and the scorching heat was just a hair's breadth away from licking Nemus's body.

"Lord Nair..."

"I'm sorry, we are fighting for the Church and for justice!" At that moment, some of the clergy who had stayed behind supported Nemus.

However, after realizing the situation, these people also chose to join the battle, aiming their swords and spells at Nemus.

Although most of them had benefited from Nemes's kindness, they were, after all, clergy of the church.

Nems glanced at them but didn't pay them any attention. In the blink of an eye, his aura flowed, and the Qi Sword appeared in his hand.

He turned around and thrust his sword forward, forcing Seppelison, who was rushing forward, back.

Then his figure changed again, and after taking a slight step forward, he got close to the Holy Son who had thrust out with the Path of the Saint from behind Seperison.

The slightest touch to the body severed a few hairs, instantly changing direction, thus breaking the path of the saint once again.

Meanwhile, Parsons forced the White-tailed Fox back and placed his hand on Zovin's body.

Zawa, who had been kicked and had sword energy embedded in his body, has fully recovered from his injuries.

Without time to say more, Zuowen stepped forward once again.

Zorvin used the Polar Star Sword to its fullest potential, wielding it again and again.

Whether it's leaping through space, slightly carrying the sharpness of space, or making one's figure flash and jump.

Despite having his stats suppressed by Seppelison, Nemus's sword of energy constantly shifted as he faced the combined attack of everyone, yet he did not appear to be at a disadvantage.

In this battle, Parsons, who had not performed well before, became a key figure who was difficult to deal with.

His ability to recall the decree was simply the most convenient treatment method.

He can quickly recover from most injuries, even physical ones.

Furthermore, if it's just something lost for a short period of time, the cost of recalling it isn't that high.

Having made up his mind, Nemus dissipated the qi sword in his hand.

Secret Sword: Sparrow Breaks the Sky!

The blade dissipated, transforming into a pure sword light that drew a white line around Nemus.

A sharp aura flashed by, forcing back the enemies around Nemus.

"Be careful, he's using illusion magic!" Isabella's warning rang out just in time.

Of all the people, Isabella has the strongest perception.

However, this reminder came a little too late.

Zorwin's figure flashed, and his sword leaped through space once more, intercepting Nemus's new energy sword in front of him.

But the flying sword energy pierced Parsons.

The sword tip was only stained with a little blood and flesh, and then the sword energy quickly dissipated and drilled away.

Those streams of energy penetrated deep into his body, piercing into his joints. As the energy circulated, Parsons felt his body instantly stiffen. No matter how much power he possessed, it was now conflicting with the flow of energy.

Secret Sword: Death Aura Hoopoe!

A sealing-type sword technique that combines breath control and sealing techniques.

Chapter 265 Challenging the High Mountains

Parsons was Nems's weak point.

Of all the people, he has the worst mentality, the worst fighting spirit, and the worst reaction speed.

The moment Isabella gave the warning, the others either went on the defensive or prepared to respond.

Zovin even prepared for a rescue because of Lillian's reminder.

Unfortunately, Parsons still didn't realize that he was Nemes's target.

With a successful strike, Parsons' abilities were temporarily sealed, and Nemus's gaze immediately fell on Zovin.

Parsons is the weak point, and Zovin is the point of collapse for this besieging team.

Although Zowen's stats may not seem high, he is an absolute mainstay.

The Polar Star Sword: Back then, this 'Sword Saint's' swordsmanship had reached its peak, just like Nemus's. Then, relying on a certain characteristic, he found another power, 'space,' as the vessel for the sword and developed this Polar Star Sword Technique.

To some extent, Nemus's Sword of Fortune is still in the early stages of development, while his opponent has already reached its peak.

It was Zovin's swordsmanship that allowed him to spar with him for so long.

Without Zovin as a direct combatant to contend with him, the others...

The Holy Son could protect himself, but saving others was virtually impossible.

Isabella is a formidable adversary and a great threat, but as a priest, she lacks mobility. Without others, it would be difficult for Isabella to survive against him, and under the influence of luck, it would be difficult for her to hit herself.

Seppelison has an interesting ability: he can lower the values ​​and levels of other people and things. His own values ​​are also sufficient, but that's about it. When facing the Three Swords alone, he's just average.

As for the others? Let's not even mention them!

"Is this all you've got?" Nemus's voice was full of questions, and the others couldn't help but be shocked by Nemus's fighting prowess.

But upon closer reflection, it doesn't seem exaggerated.

After all, the once invincible Aro realm was defeated by Nemus just like that.

The sheer brilliance of Nemus's talent—his mastery of combat and his ability to exploit enemy weaknesses—only becomes truly terrifying when one actually engages in combat.

Sepperison was the most shocked by this.

The harsh reality slowed his reaction time.

Only now did he realize how arrogant he had been, how arrogance had unknowingly seeped into his very bones.

He always viewed Nems from Lord Gotthard's perspective.

To take Lord Gotthard's comments about Nemes as gospel.

They believed that Nemus would run out of potential once he reached the Gold level, and therefore did not consider him a true opponent.

He even presumptuously tried to order Nems around.

However, the moment they actually clashed, the enormous difference in their strength left him breathless.

Its unique characteristic—discrete suppression—can suppress most of the energy in a target.

This manifests as suppressing certain human attributes or suddenly 'downgrading' something, rendering it less powerful.

Nemus's stats have been suppressed by at least twenty points, and now his stats are at most sixty points.

Yet he was able to advance and retreat freely despite being surrounded by so many people.

If I were to face Nemus alone, even if my stats were higher than Nemus's, I would probably die from Nemus's sword within a few moves.

The opponent's swordsmanship was terrifying.

And this shame caused by contempt is followed by an even stronger will.

"I must be here, capture Nemus, and put him to trial!" Having realized Nemus's power, Sepperison made up his mind.

And she wholeheartedly agreed with Isabella's earlier judgment that someone like Nemus should absolutely not be allowed to stay.

Nemus's sword energy shot out, its movements controlled by his will, becoming increasingly unpredictable.

When needed, the Qi Sword becomes as hard as steel, with countless Qi energies intertwining to form powerful resilience.

It can also disperse instantly; each wisp of energy is a sword aura, which can be commanded as if it were an extension of one's arm, flowing with Nemus's thoughts.

And everyone in the midst of the battle felt that Nemus's swordsmanship was improving rapidly.

This is especially true for Zovin, who faces his enemies head-on with swordsmanship and Nemus.

His swordsmanship has improved so rapidly because he has the soul of history and the Polar Star Sword as his foundation.

It's like having all sword techniques and moves laid out there, and even many formulas for dealing with enemies; he just needs to apply them.

All Nems could rely on was his talent and the pressure of being attacked by so many people.

Under these circumstances, Nemus's swordsmanship developed at an increasingly rapid pace.

“Nair is a genius who can absolutely shine in history… Wait, I think I’ve heard of a swordsmanship genius like that before, in the gaps of history.” Lillian floated to the side, constantly providing various forms of assistance.

For example, during breaks in the fight with Nemus, he could switch to the Historical Soul within Zovin to restore Zovin's strength, and use his own insight to tell Zovin about the possible weaknesses in Nemus's sword techniques, and so on.

Although Zovin memorized Lillian's words, his attention became increasingly focused on swordsmanship.

He gradually mastered the swordsmanship of the Polar Star Sword.

The sounds of swords clashing echoed constantly between the two, and sword shadows flew everywhere.

Zuowen's sword constantly leaps through space and traverses distances.

Nemus's sword energy is constantly changing and seems to be becoming increasingly bizarre.

Those auras changed rapidly, fading from white to become an invisible sword, only to turn back to white in a few breaths.

"The power he uses is somewhat similar to fate, or a part of the power of fate."

“Right now, he’s experimenting, using this power as a vehicle for his swordsmanship!” Lillian immediately reminded him upon seeing this.

Zovin quickly spoke up, relaying Lillian's words.

At this moment, Nemus's understanding of luck was also rapidly increasing.

He slightly rotated the Qi sword, and then a blue dot flashed across the Qi sword.

With a horizontal slash, the glowing substance that suddenly appeared from the side and swept towards them was cleaved in two by Nemus's sword.

Thick white vapor emanated from the sword in Nemus's hand. However, the luminous substance that Nemus had previously dared not face directly had now been dealt with by Nemus in a way that allowed him to confront it head-on.

Isabella frowned slightly; in that instant, she sensed more elements being stirred.

It gave her the feeling that a spell had been cast.

And as expected, the element that was just mobilized was—ice!

Nemus frowned slightly, and then the qi sword in his hand turned blue once again.

The unstable blue color gradually stabilized, and the originally flowing sword of energy gradually transformed into a solid blue ice sword.

Nems' brow unfurrowed and a smile appeared on his face.

Isabella, Zovin, the Holy Son, Seppelison, and other clergy stood in different positions surrounding Nemus in the center.

It didn't give people the feeling of being besieged; instead, it was like a group of fools challenging an insurmountable mountain.