Devil's Bible

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If this continues, public resistance to the fabricated agreement will only intensify.

The fictitious agreement is much better for them in terms of policy.

However, the existence of 'divine punishment' filled them with dread.

The number of 'traitors' emerging during this period is increasing, and unrest is also breaking out within the fictitious agreement.

If it weren't for the fact that Phaethon, the great leader, still possessed some skill, there would probably have been many defectors long ago.

Of course, even so, the foundation of the fictitious agreement remains solid.

So what if it's a bit hot? So what if there's a chance of being cursed by direct sunlight? So what if there's a threat from some bone-caries beasts?

At least as long as they are careful, they can survive, have enough to eat, and don't have to worry about being killed by gangsters, manipulated by noblemen, or despised and crushed by clergy.

In this respect, Azure Whale, or rather most people in the material plane, can be called 'floating cowards'.

Most of them dared not resist, and even if the problem was serious, they could endure it.

If I can't stand it, I might as well die like a stray dog.

People with bloodthirst and courage are extremely rare.

Although Nemes knew it was very impolite, he had to admit that the church had instilled obedience and patience in these people to their very core.

Therefore, although the curse of the sun is terrifying and betrayals are increasing, overall it has not caused too much of a stir.

Although Phaethon did so with difficulty, he managed to suppress these disturbances.

It just means he's lost more hair recently.

Fortunately, his suffering has come to an end today.

Lord Nemes has already given the order that he and a large number of reinforcements will arrive.

By then, the curse of the sun will no longer be able to stop them.

At the same time, the great Lord Nemus will lead them to truly declare war on a certain god.

Lord Nemus will truly ascend to godhood.

The original fictitious agreement involved only about a dozen people.

They were all old subordinates who had followed Nemes throughout the process.

According to Lord Nemus, the entire fictional agreement will then transform into a fictional church in the process.

The entire organizational structure will also be restructured.

Regardless, Phaethon will be the first pope.

Phaethon is indeed a suitable choice.

Although Fahrenheit joined later than Poole, Oppein, and Krue, he was a relatively late addition to the team.

Compared to Thirteen, Fallen, and others in Sleeping Town, Phaethon was relatively weak.

Compared to these people, Phaethon was indeed suited for religious pursuits.

He was able to sense divine power, his perception was exceptional, and his faith was unwavering.

In addition, he handled various religious affairs with great skill, making him a rare talent in political affairs.

Of all the people, he is the most suitable.

So today, Fae, in high spirits, convened representatives of the fictitious agreement members from various locations in the City of Gas Springs.

Meanwhile, some 'law-abiding' nobles who chose to surrender were also invited at this time.

Although the ceremony was held hastily, it was not lacking in any pomp and circumstance.

The entire city of Qiquan has been transformed into a huge ceremonial venue.

The surrounding area was filled with people who had come to watch the ceremony.

Some nobles, who were staying quietly to the side, were still whispering about the purpose of this ceremony, which was supposed to be a fabricated agreement.

Although I felt uneasy, I didn't pay too much attention to it.

There are too few people working on fictitious agreements, and not enough mid- to high-level personnel.

Regardless, we still need to rely on them to control the blue-sky whales.

Chapter 789 Shattering the Sun!

"A fictitious agreement reform ceremony?" Among the nobles, a steel-type extreme value murmured the purpose of this ceremony, his brows slightly furrowed.

In mysticism, the name of a power must conform to a 'formula'.

Although this is not explicitly required.

Even an individual can claim to be a member of a certain church, as long as they are not afraid of offending the church.

However, in the realm of mysticism, a force that uses a name that does not conform to its own standards will incur consequences.

The fictitious agreement now occupies a floating whale, and the church hasn't taken it back for so long.

Then the informal term 'agreement' could indeed be changed.

They can call themselves a religious order, a certain association, or some other name.

Is such a grand ceremony really necessary for a name change?

With his level of expertise, he could naturally see that the entire Qiquan City had been restructured.

Such a grand ceremony has only been held a handful of times in the history of the Azure Whale.

The closest it came to was the canonization ceremony when Dartmenley became a saint.

After Saint Dartmenti attained sainthood, he held a ceremony in his hometown.

Then the God of Discipline appeared and bestowed upon Dartmenli divine power.

However, the ceremony held under this fabricated agreement now seems to even surpass the original canonization ceremony.

"A self-taught person is a self-taught person; it's laughable if they can't pull off a grand performance," another person next to him said with a low laugh.

These nobles, though they surrendered the moment the fictitious agreement gained the upper hand, and pledged strict obedience to all its terms.

But they were only afraid of death, not truly submissive, and never truly respected the fabricated agreement.

Some noble families with long-standing traditions are even certain that cults never last long.

The same will inevitably happen with fictitious agreements. They are only pretending to comply now. When the time comes, there will naturally be a reckoning with these fictitious agreements.

As long as a demon lord doesn't sink the Azure Whale into the abyss, he will never be able to deny the existence of the entire system in this material plane.

They will eventually be punished by the gods.

These nobles had long anticipated and prepared for this; they knew that once the divine 'royal army' descended, they would surely assist and overthrow the evil Nemes.

Of course, this army cannot be as strong as before.

The arrival of those few golden-blooded individuals and the subsequent response from a large number of nobles were part of their contingency plan. However, things didn't go as planned, and Nemus actually won.

These nobles are fortunate that they were relatively cautious at the beginning and observed the situation for a while.

Otherwise, they would also be purged.

In this situation, they were genuinely hoping that the fabricated agreement would become a laughing stock.

The bigger the ceremony and the more elaborate the event, the more necessary it is to have something to support it.

Even if today's ceremony, despite the fictitious agreement's lack of concrete content and its superficiality, doesn't negatively impact the fictitious agreement's rule.

But these nobles were just waiting for this joke to happen so they could live their lives.

At least they can use this to scorn the fabricated agreement and lack of etiquette, and use the victory of 'civilization' to comfort their humiliated hearts that were forced to submit.

The ceremony began quickly.

It was precisely with the ritual that waves of energy began to emanate from the center of the ceremony.

"Spatial fluctuations... Could this fictitious agreement be an attempt to sink the Azure Whale into the abyss?" Sensing spatial fluctuations within the ritual, some nobles immediately became tense.

They despise the barbarity, backwardness, and baseness of fabricated agreements.

However, it is hard to deny that the other side now completely controls the Azure Whale, and their top combat power has completely suppressed them.

Before Nems ran into trouble, they would at most talk a little, but dared not make any unusual moves in practice.

The only reason they could remain 'optimistic' was because Nemus never intended to sink the Azure Whale.

Given their current situation, they have no choice but to be afraid.

Once they enter the abyss, all their noble advantages will be gone.

In the environment of the abyss, the noble ways don't work.

They wanted to inquire about the specific details of the ritual, but all around them were various legions representing fictitious agreements.

The Legion of Fictionalists, the Legion of Whale-like Humans, and the Legion of the Sword of Fortune.

It was only then that the nobles realized that their advantages were being rapidly replaced.

Their only advantage at present is their mid-level combat power, namely the Iron-class and Gold-class foundation.

Many of them were not actually part of the management system of the entire fictitious protocol.

Although their status remains unchanged, they have failed to obtain any crucial information about this ceremony.

Their outdated mechanisms made them slow to adapt to changes in the world.

They instinctively look down on ordinary people, even if a fabricated agreement introduces a certain degree of civilian autonomy.

They remained immersed in the false sense of security that the world needed nobles to function, and that no one would dare to touch them if they bowed their heads slightly.

Of course, not all nobles are so foolish.

After discovering that the Discipline Church could not reclaim the Azure Whale in a short time, and that the Fictitious Agreement was becoming increasingly terrifying, some nobles still decisively moved closer to the Fictitious Agreement.

These nobles, though not necessarily kind, were certainly intelligent, and the operation of their families was not yet rigid.

They roughly knew that reinforcements from the fictitious agreement's 'headquarters' were about to be transferred here.

But they don't know where the fictitious agreement's headquarters is now. Could it be the Abyss?

Judging from the preparations made during this period, the things needed for the ritual do not seem to point to the abyss.

The ceremony proceeded swiftly under the anxious gaze of many.

Then, figures appeared one after another on the Qiquan City ceremonial platform.

These figures were illusory and distorted, yet they all possessed an inexplicable aura.

Even though there are many spaces between us, we can still feel the oppressive atmosphere.

Some people who were already feeling uneasy felt their mental defenses crumble under the pressure of this aura, and they collapsed to the ground.

In front of these people stood a person.

Compared to some of the giant-like figures behind him, that figure wasn't particularly tall.

But its presence is frighteningly strong.

"Lord Nemus!!"

Phaethon performed the ceremony while looking at his god with tears in his eyes.

The moment the space stabilized, a sword slowly appeared in Nemus's hand.

No one saw how Nemus drew his sword.

They only saw a flash of sword light, which in an instant seemed to transcend distance, time and space, and cause and effect.

Then it struck the sun.

The scorching sunlight dimmed in an instant.

Instead, a vast expanse of light spread out, sweeping across the sky, deep and dark, with only a few stars twinkling in the night sky.

Chapter 790 is hereby announced!

The cool light made the wind, which had been scorching hot from the sun, feel gentle.