Devil's Bible

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After a moment's thought, Nemus made another change to Breath of the Wind.

Added some content on other breathing techniques and removed some previously added content.

Thus, some discord was removed, and a new breath began.

Images of sports resurfaced in Nemus's mind.

Chapter 234 Battle

As Nemus's thoughts shifted and penetrated the scene, the senses leaped along with it, and the power of divine intervention also attached itself.

These opportunities, however, come from another battlefield.

Compared to the pure luck of Purna, this is much more complicated.

A large number of clergy members who are currently fighting are slowly radiating related fortune, as are the Dartmenti family members who are also fighting.

Inside the prison, Op and others, along with Zovin, were also distributing the drug.

These fortunes are constantly changing. They may all look like the same thing, but in reality, they have some subtle differences.

Nemus could vaguely sense this difference, but he couldn't perceive anything more.

Ultimately, his ability to forcibly interfere in the affairs of the world is the result of a combination of forces from various parties.

Among them was something like divinity, which he had no idea how to understand.

"But there's no need to rush. There's plenty of time. We can take it slow." Nemus wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he slowly absorbed the energy and observed the situation on the battlefield in the prison.

It has to be said that in this day and age, the influence of aristocratic bloodlines forming a family is still too strong.

Most of the Dartmenley family members were now acting with fearlessness and dread.

Most of them never thought about living.

They were fighting frantically, as if nothing else mattered but the battle.

Find the enemy, fight the enemy, kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy.

This is the meaning of their existence.

Having lived in the family for so many years, they actually know the family's true situation very well.

Those with a conscience were mostly dead more than twenty years ago.

Those who were timid at heart had already taken the opportunity to run away some time ago.

Those who remain here have nothing left except their families.

Since the family can no longer survive and seeks a new life amidst destruction, then he will go with them.

This crazy idea may have initially been related to Dartmanley's speech and the group euphoria he secretly performed.

But now, as those I know die one by one, and as I myself give up thinking in the midst of battle, there is no longer anything I need.

Nemus surveyed the battle from above.

Every person's victory or death causes some changes in fate.

However, in general, all of this luck will more or less spill over into Nemes, forming part of his strong fortune.

“Therefore, the Church and Dartmenley are both my enemies. The more people they kill in their fighting, the more advantageous it is for me.” Nemes calmly analyzed the various aspects related to the game.

Luck is like human relationships; it can be useful or it can be useless.

But in general, the more of these lucks that don't have a clear direction, the better.

After observing for a while, Nemes saw Isabella, whose connection to his fate was even deeper than that of Poole, appear.

Before Isabella even got close to the battlefield, she took a deep breath and then stretched out her hands, aiming them at the battlefield.

"The Faceless God bears witness—"

"Observe the complex fluctuations; this is the light of redundancy."

"In the name of the precepts, I will judge your soul!"

Divine Art: The Power of Judgment!

The disciplined system's power of order, imbued with oppressive force, pressed directly onto the battlefield.

As the chaotic yet turbulent emotions in their minds subsided, reason returned to their brains.

The clergy were thrilled, knowing that reinforcements had arrived.

They quickly regained their spirits, and then the coordinated operations they had been trained in began to work.

The clergy calmly retreated, coordinated their tactics, and then fought systematically, instead of engaging in the previous chaotic battle.

In contrast, many members of the Dartmenley family were experiencing a mental breakdown at this moment.

Human emotions and mental state are very unstable.

They may have been righteous heroes for a while, but as their initial enthusiasm fades and their state of mind changes, other emotions and thoughts begin to take over.

It is very possible that a hero will turn into a villain because of this.

The same is true of the members of the Dartmenley family now. Many of them first rely on the emotions aroused by magic, and then become blinded by rage and lose their minds in the chaos of battle.

However, with the power of Isabella's judgment, those superstitious elements were eliminated, and many of them immediately submitted.

The fear of death and the instinct for survival begin to dominate the body.

Some people would probably have already fled by now if circumstances allowed.

"Hmm?" Nemus immediately observed carefully.

As Isabella arrived, all the changes in fortune quickly converged on her.

Then, through Isabella and his connection, a kind of resonance is formed, and in the back-and-forth oscillations, fortune grows larger and larger.

"So, is the current situation changing in the direction of Isabella's transformation?" Nemus pondered.

The more luck you accumulate, the greater your chances of a breakthrough and promotion.

Isabella comes from a mysterious bloodline family and is extremely powerful. After becoming a Steel-type, her stats improve with every battle she fights every day.

At the same time, her combat skills are also improving rapidly.

Compared to when she was in the Backfin Village, her spellcasting skills have improved by several levels.

Having mastered various spellcasting techniques, his proficiency in all kinds of spells has also reached its peak.

Most importantly, she has completed her own combat system.

Its combat capabilities are definitely different from those of ordinary Steel-type monsters.

“My key transformation is related to Isabella. Isabella’s growth drives my growth, and this proves it.”

“But until now, I still don’t know what method to use to achieve this direct push.” Nemus looked carefully at Isabella.

Isabella, who was in the midst of battle, frowned slightly, then raised her head slightly to look at the sky.

Isabella vaguely sensed something, but it seemed to be mixed with some kind of special power, making it impossible for her to truly perceive it.

However, she quickly put down her search and looked at the people present.

With her perception and the information that had been transmitted from other sources during the previous battle, she quickly determined that the intruder was Dartmenley.

"Why?" Isabella wasn't unable to accept this, but rather wanted to explore the reasons behind it.

She murmured softly, and then a beam of white light emanated from her left hand, falling upon an injured and departing clergyman and healing him.

With a wave of his right hand, an invisible protective aura descended upon a paladin who was fighting in front of him.

A member of the Dartmenley family, who was beside the paladin, launched a sneak attack.

However, the swung sword blade struck an invisible shield.

In an instant, a large amount of white holy fire surged out from beneath that invisible shield!

Chapter 235 Bone Monster

He was simultaneously rescuing people and defending against attacks.

Coupled with the power of her previous judgment, Isabella's appearance alone changed the course of the battle.

Originally, the Dartmanley family members could have held a certain advantage thanks to their fearless and courageous fighting.

But now, defeat has already occurred.

Some of the Dartmenley members, no longer able to fight, fled into the distance.

"I am a nobleman, I don't want to be a commoner, I don't want to..." the man shouted in despair, threw down his sword, and ran off in the other direction.

Isabella squinted, then raised her hand, a point of light condensed in front of her, and then a beam of light shot out, piercing through the escapee's calf.

Divine Art: Divine Light Finger!

This divine spell is the signature magic of the Prayer Angel.

It has powerful attack capabilities and an extremely long attack range.

After completing the attack, Isabella then used a stun spell to amplify her voice.

"Surrender and await trial!"

Isabella's voice was originally very gentle, but now it was full of majesty and had a great sense of oppression!

The already fragile psychological defenses of some Dartmentians were instantly shattered.

However, there are still many who are stubbornly resisting.

Perhaps they loved their family deeply, or perhaps they rationally understood that even if they surrendered, they had already decided when their family openly attacked the church's institutions that they could not possibly survive.

Even if they have connections in Qiquan City to protect them, it's useless.

Although the Discipline Church headquarters grants sufficient autonomy to local churches due to the distance between the whale's back and the church, the headquarters of the Discipline Church does not grant sufficient autonomy to local churches.

However, when it comes to matters concerning the dignity of the church, the church will never back down.

Furthermore, D'Artemli is connected to the bloodline of the Saints, so headquarters might send even more Golden Seeds over.

Knowing that they had no chance of surviving, these people became even more frantic and launched attacks on the others after discovering their own defeat.

"You all should die!!!" someone shouted, his eyes filled with hatred for these people.

“We are of noble holy blood, we are more noble than you, all because of you. You lowly people, why do you work hard? Why don’t you give us resources and opportunities!”

This kind of resentment is perfectly normal for members of the Dartmenley family.

The bloodline of saints despises the bloodline of gold, and the bloodline of gold despises the bloodlines of its branches.

The branch bloodline despises merchants, while merchants despise the common people.

The common people, however, also looked down on those untouchables who lived in the slums.

The existence of a pyramid-like hierarchy of contempt does not mean that those with a particular bloodline are guaranteed success.

Or rather, they absolutely do not want to see any individual outside their social class rise to prominence and achieve a change in social class in terms of power.

They particularly revered the doctrine of 'order' within the Disciplined Church.

That means everyone's identity is fixed.

The descendants of a priest are priests, and the descendants of a nobleman are nobles.

Everyone should stay in their proper place and not overstep their bounds.

In his heart, even if he couldn't break through to the Iron Seed level, he should still become a high-ranking member of the church based on his Saintly bloodline.

Those people should give him resources and opportunities so that he can continue to climb the ladder after he is promoted to a higher position.

This seniority-based system may sound silly, but it is admired by many people.

However, a closer look at those who are being praised reveals that they generally lack other talents or other praiseworthy qualities.

Thus, the bloodline identity they were born with became something they revered.

In their view, talent, hard work, and cultivation are all too unstable; the identity inherited through bloodline is much more stable.

It can maintain order to the greatest extent possible.

As this order came to mind, Isabella frowned slightly, then coldly issued the order: "Any rebel, without trial, be shot on the spot."