Devil's Bible

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Nemus stepped forward, wary of the power of destiny emanating from Mocania, which might be a special attack against divinity.

If he were to accidentally allow Mocania to break through his defenses, the divine essence he contained within his soul might be immediately drawn out.

But at this moment, Nemes continued to launch bold attacks.

If one is unaware of this and launches an attack rashly, one may be at risk.

However, if one is afraid of the risks after learning about them and therefore dares not take action, then those risks have already become a real threat to oneself.

It's like being afraid to speak out for fear of being banned; isn't that the same as being permanently banned?

Naimus would not do something so foolish as to throw the baby out with the bathwater.

In this situation, the more you defend, the more likely something is to go wrong; the more you attack, the more you will draw the enemy's attention to defense, thus ensuring your own safety.

Of course, this is because Nemes himself had the upper hand in the situation.

As Nemus chanted, countless swords and sword energies transformed into streams of light.

With a flick of his wrist, the shepherd sensed a rapid shift in the humanitarian realm that was so intimately connected to him.

Countless consciousnesses rose and coalesced within it, coalescing into a crystal-like sword without destroying the structure of these consciousnesses.

Nemes raised the sword, glanced at the shepherd, and said softly, "Now that the realm of humanity has become real, as long as I win, you will be able to escape this fictional space, be placed in the real world, and evolve into a special plane."

“But if I lose, you will only be taken away by the church and become its wealth.”

He then placed the sword to his lips and said to it, "Please, everyone, bring me victory!"

As Nemus spoke, the entire Humanity Crystal Sword immediately lit up.

The hope of survival has been 99% fulfilled; only this last bit remains. They must help Nemus achieve this final victory no matter what.

Countless thoughts were at work within.

The shepherd could only nod, his resolve unwavering.

Nemes did all this for his own purposes; he was not a good person in the purest sense.

But at least Nems didn't lie, he kept his word, and he gave them a way out. He could even sense that Nems genuinely treated them as human beings and was able to understand and recognize their emotional needs.

In this respect, helping Nemes is the most correct choice.

Chapter 653 One step too slow is a sacrifice

A historical event unleashed a calamity that further desolated this already broken place, leaving it even more bleak and dusty.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a figure wielding a crystal sword suddenly burst in.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to become an aid to the other side.

All calamities came to a complete halt.

The crystal sword held in one hand fell, its tip pointing to the ground.

The entire land writhed along with the tip of the crystal sword.

Countless changes followed the rotation of the sword.

At that moment, the eyes of Vislav, the Hermit Saint, and others were also drawn to that sword strike.

He stared intently with his eyes lowered.

This sword strike, once unleashed, is destined to kill.

It looked like a sword, but Vislav could observe countless changes in power within it, and Nemus's terrifying swordsmanship was used to its fullest extent at this moment.

The sword represents the realm of humanity, beyond which lies the shattered land, and beyond that, the garden world and the entire fictional space.

At this moment, all these things, as a medium, are entangled around this sword.

From large to small, the power never diminishes in the slightest.

Then this sword must be incredibly sharp.

If Nemus were to actually use the Blade, then space itself would likely be pierced with a hole in an instant.

With the help of fate and using Mocania as a forged divine weapon, Vislav devoured so many unit types, resulting in a significant increase in his stats.

At this point, the numerical output naturally exceeded 10,000.

However, he felt he didn't have much confidence in being able to withstand Nemes's sword.

Countless sensory abilities continuously probed, trying to discern the changes in power before the opponent unleashed this sword strike.

"Cause and effect, luck, destiny, time and space..."

"And it also possesses this seemingly real yet ambiguous power of change."

"Once this sword strikes, it will be subject to cause and effect, and one's fate will be locked in. After it strikes, everything about oneself will probably be rewritten."

"This sword strike needs to be pulled in someone's way." Countless thoughts raced through Vislav's mind.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at the world where Hayes and the others were.

Hayes' power seems to be retracting and gathering strength at this moment.

The Holy Walker took the initiative to step forward.

The holy son seemed not to have reacted yet, but the hidden saint was standing beside him.

Thus, Alice, who was caught in a dilemma, became the only remaining spot.

Because Alice was a part of the world, she naturally noticed Vislav's glance out of the corner of her eye.

She reacted quickly and immediately got ready.

However, the world's body was still a bit slow to react.

That slight delay sealed her fate.

The power of destiny, which had been buried inch by inch, manifested from Alice's body.

During the strategic planning phase of the God War, Vislav was unable to defeat Nems.

However, when it comes to attacking his own people, no one here can stand against him right now.

Having mastered the power of destiny of the God of Discipline, he had already secretly completed his arrangements.

With this arrangement, it would be difficult to deal with all four of them, including Hayes, but it would be possible to target one of them specifically.

Vislav's management of his visual perception could not be poor.

However, his peripheral vision was perceived by the others.

This is itself a psychological tactic.

A notification that takes advantage of an authoritarian mindset.

If they were to take direct action, Hayes and the others might rebel together out of fear of being sacrificed.

Therefore, they were notified in advance. Under such circumstances, the first thought that arose in their minds upon receiving the notification was to escape.

Since they were all intelligent people, they understood what Vislav's gaze meant.

It is precisely because they all know this that they will not join forces to resist because of the danger.

This kind of calculated maneuver immediately divided them.

The result was quite obvious.

Alice lost this match.

She became the sacrificed offering.

She gained a great deal from creating the body of the world; she was not involved when life in the world was sacrificed before.

But now it has become an obstacle.

A vast amount of fate's power formed threads that pulled at Alice little by little.

"Spare my life! Spare my life!!!" Alice's cries echoed continuously from within her world-bound body.

She didn't expect Vislav to let her go; at this point, it was impossible for him to let her go.

Furthermore, if one does not cooperate, it would be ignoring the overall situation and causing everything to collapse, thus leaving oneself with no future.

The thought of dying together flashed through her mind for a moment before she dismissed it.

She can sacrifice others, or make others sacrifice for her.

But when it came to her own sacrifice, her first thought was how to cooperate and survive.

Cooperation was a given; even as she desperately cried for help, she was also mustering all her strength to cooperate with Vislav's pulling.

If Hayes and the others had stood up and joined in the resistance immediately, then she might have dared to harbor any rebellious thoughts.

But now she can only cooperate with the other party to dismember her.

He sacrificed everything he had, then prayed that Vislav would have a shred of pity and spare his life.

If we win, please let me, who is still clinging to life, come back to life, considering my full cooperation.

Vislav was not moved in the slightest by this plea.

Why should he be tolerant of the other party?

It was her glory to dedicate herself to God.

In the past, Alice had used her power to force others to sacrifice themselves.

If those people can be glorious for God, then Alice can certainly be too.

If Alice's last bit of strength was lacking, and Nemus's sword was not blocked, then who is to blame?

Vislav couldn't possibly blame himself, could he?

Therefore, the only option was to skin Alice alive, remove her bones and soul, and squeeze everything out of her before transferring it to himself.

Countless pink fleshy chunks kept changing and were mixed into the dolls of Mocania.

Mocania's doll suddenly took on a female appearance.

At the same time, Little Bi, who had been imprisoned in Mocania's body, was also pulled out at this moment, serving as a vessel to carry Alice's power.

Mocania's form changed rapidly, and he even resembled the appearance he had when he first summoned the Fate Doll.

The doll's face showed a hint of struggle.

Vislav witnessed this, caught in a web of fateful pulls.

The feminine features on her body were quickly pulled and transformed, and then she became a standard doll-like figure.

Little Bi and Mocania are essentially one; as a demon, she symbolizes Mocania's desires and his selfishness.

At this moment, this selfishness became his last thought of resistance.

But it didn't work.

Faced with this situation, Mocania had no way to resist. He could only absorb Alice and stand in front of Nemus.

At that very moment, the sword came stabbing down.

Chapter 654 The Life of a Puppet

A sword fell.

Instantly, flesh and blood were pierced.

At the moment of piercing, countless forces surged into it.

Flesh and blood turned to ashes in an instant, and the essence of life was stripped away in a moment.

Even during this process, fate was already determining its own demise.

Countless gray hues emerged, and the originally pink flesh surrounding the doll was now shrouded in a layer of deathly gray.

This terrifying force rushed in rapidly.

Even the puppet that was in charge of all this now looked ashen.

If the doll hadn't been an inanimate object, it would probably have died instantly.

This change happened rapidly.