Devil's Bible

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"Tch!" Hayes scoffed.

However, the Holy Walker's move was indeed effective.

With this change in mindset, Hayes's stats began to soar.

He seemed to have no way out, so his mindset reached a new level.

The value climbed as his mindset changed, quickly surpassing his previous peak of 1,500, and reaching 1,700 in the blink of an eye.

On the other side, they saw the attack of the Fictional Legion being stopped.

Amy, Sanwu, Luo Lisha, and Third Sword, among others in the group, all charged towards the Fictional Legion at this moment.

The third sword strike was an unexpected bonus.

During the last battle in Airfoil City, Nemus never took him seriously.

This swordsman, who was extremely concerned about his swordsmanship, ran around and around, but in the end, he didn't even get to see Nemus.

So this time he changed his strategy.

He volunteered to join the ranks when the church launched its counterattack.

Because of his superior swordsmanship, he even became an elite member of the Steel race and a main force in this Destroyer of Fictional Legion.

Since Nemus didn't want to fight him fairly with swordsmanship, he wouldn't pursue fairness either.

Only by breaking Nemus's rule over the Azure Whale and defeating Nemus's swordsmen can we succeed.

Then he is still the greatest swordsman in the world!

With this in mind, he joined the battle.

Within the group, Rosali's gaze remained unchanged.

As a 'failed holy son' who was originally imprisoned and tormented in the Abyss of Breath by the Church.

She was only loyal to the Holy Son Nemus who rescued her and gave her the identity of a human being.

This time, the Holy Son asked her to assess the stability of the Fictional Legion as much as possible, so she came.

Chapter 532 Prediction Guidance

On the other side, Big's swordsmanship flowed, constantly releasing the aura of the ocean.

Poole also stood up, but his body did not grow as rapidly as before; instead, he maintained his height of three or four meters.

He quickly approached Big.

Biggs didn't care at all about it.

He's just a defeated opponent.

In their previous encounters, he had completely figured out Poole's strengths and weaknesses.

Poole's fighting ability can only be considered that of a minor genius.

However, such child prodigies are everywhere in the church.

Combat ability needs to be accumulated and developed.

Big had met many geniuses, but all of them said that Big was a genius.

But later, Bige realized that he could only be considered average, barely passable.

It took Bigger seven hundred years to master the Sword of the Sea, a swordsmanship of the Sword Saint, and to grasp the concept of the ocean. In battle, he could always make the most correct choice based on instinct.

In the event of any unexpected situation, one can analyze it immediately and then formulate a strategy.

This is both talent and experience accumulated over countless years of fighting.

Poole's talent is decent, but over time it becomes mediocre.

In some respects, it's not even as good as Bigger.

True geniuses are those who can grasp the essence of combat in a very short time, going beyond the realm of experience, and are born with the combat experience that others have accumulated over hundreds of years.

They are able to see top-notch techniques they have never learned before, learn them in a short time, and then develop their own unique style.

And there are actually some geniuses like this in the church.

For example, the Holy Son Nemus is a typical example. During his brief exchange with Nemus, he could clearly sense that Nemus was gradually learning his talents and then using them to overwhelm him.

Therefore, despite Poole's slightly inferior talent, there was a seven-hundred-year gap in combat experience between them.

The difference in experience lies in the fact that, having discovered Poole's weakness before, he now has a set of moves to deal with Poole.

According to his own assessment, he could defeat Poole within ten moves in his half-siren state.

However, as soon as they started fighting, Big sensed something was wrong.

Because Poole was very strong at that time, stronger than he had expected.

The other side has greatly improved its experience and has developed a method to counter naval power.

He tried to use the Sea Sword's moves several times, but they were all neutralized by Poole.

He is like a reef on the seabed, seemingly ordinary, yet able to withstand any storm.

This targeted approach left Big feeling inexplicably constrained.

"This isn't right?!" A look of doubt flashed in Big's eyes.

In this state, although he could defeat Poole, it would be at least several hundred moves later.

At their pace of combat, several hundred moves, though quick, would still take ten to half an hour.

With the current pace of combat, aside from some special matches, the start and end of battles are actually quite fast.

Having been bogged down for so long, he might not have even finished off Poole before Nemes had already quelled the conflict.

"You probably overestimate me and underestimate Lord Nemus." Poole's calm voice came, accurately targeting Big's psychological weakness.

"My fighting skills cannot be called genius; they can only be described as mediocre."

“But I have one advantage—” Poole withstood a new attack and, taking advantage of Big’s momentary lapse in concentration, suddenly swung his fist.

With the aid of his thought-forming ability, the punch was both fast and heavy, striking Biggs directly, sending flesh and blood flying under the heavy blow.

Biggs slid back several steps before coming to a stop.

"That means I can listen to advice and execute all the tactics Lord Nemes gives me perfectly." Poole himself knew very well that his talent was just so-so.

He's not exactly an ordinary person, but he's not exceptionally skilled either. Perhaps in a few hundred years, he'll be able to hone his skills to the level of a master.

But it definitely doesn't count now.

His only advantage lies in his execution ability.

When Nemes gave him a move, he would execute it wholeheartedly without making any unnecessary movements.

In that respect, he is indeed talented.

“That’s impossible,” Biggs instinctively denied.

He had fought Poole and discovered Poole's weaknesses in the process, which allowed him to devise a plan to deal with the situation.

Nemus had fought him several times and was somewhat prepared for him, so he could accept it. He was also thinking about how to avoid being targeted by Nemus and making adjustments accordingly.

However, Nemus anticipated his adjustment and provided his subordinates with a solution.

This subordinate, whom he believed he could defeat in three moves, managed to hold him back using this method.

He had the upper hand, but he couldn't get past him, and occasionally he would even be injured by the opponent's counterattack.

A sense of despair, of being utterly crushed and having one's own talents directly negated, welled up in my heart.

That familiar despair resurfaced in my heart.

"Does my talent really deserve God's second glance?" This question began to linger in Big's mind after Poole uttered those words.

He couldn't help but doubt himself.

According to his theory, only by standing in a high enough position and demonstrating one's talents can one gain respect.

Therefore, after death, one can become a 'healthy' member of God's kingdom and obtain eternal life through God's power.

You don't need to become a supplicant who is actually a tool of faith, nor a supplicant angel who is a tool of war.

However, this is contingent on him actually being able to attract God's attention.

He couldn't help but fall into self-doubt, wondering if his own abilities were insufficient.

If that's the case, then even if he helps Mocania complete her mission, his final outcome won't be any better.

There are no idle people in the Kingdom of God.

A person without ability is just an idle person.

The devastating blow from Nemes wiped out Big's confidence in an instant.

His mind was racing with these thoughts, and Poole seized the opportunity to launch several effective attacks in succession.

If Biggles hadn't undergone siren transformation, which greatly enhanced his vitality, he might not be covered in wounds now, but would already be dead.

The pain brought Biggs to his senses.

The danger of death helped Biggs break free from his self-doubt.

If he were killed by Poole like that, he would truly become a useless person no one wanted.

"A mental weakness—this was accurately predicted by the fictional demon." Big realized that under normal circumstances, with his strong will, he wouldn't experience such a large mental fluctuation.

However, prior to this, Nemes had corrupted his very essence, ruined his future, and caused him to break down once.

Although he saw new hope in Mocania afterward, the wounds in his heart were not truly healed.

The reason Poole said those things during the battle was probably a 'tactic' that Nems had prepared for him.

Chapter 533 Each Person's Battle

"If I were facing a fictional demon, I would probably be dead in that instant," Big thought.

With Nems' abilities, he could see through him in advance, even foreseeing the changes he might undergo, and then give instructions to Poole in advance.

"So the only way I want to win quickly is to make sure Poole doesn't completely follow Nemes' orders." Big felt incredibly pathetic.

At this moment, Poole could only be considered a weapon in his eyes, a weapon that conveyed the moves that Nemus had stored in advance.

After much internal deliberation, he realized that if he continued to procrastinate, his mental vulnerabilities would only grow larger.

If one's mental weakness is magnified to the point of mental breakdown, then one is bound to lose.

"Therefore, the only option is a quick victory, and a quick victory can only be achieved by pushing extreme situations to occur, thereby creating a situation that the fictional demon did not anticipate, while betting on Poole's mentality."

"He really has the ability to stay calm under special circumstances."

"If things don't stabilize, that will be my chance."

This idea is extremely humble.

Faced with such a subordinate that Nemes put forward, he was forced into his current state.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance into the distance to see how the battles were going for the others.

Besides struggling alone to find a way out, another option is to bring in foreign aid of the same level.

Even if Nemes were a god, there's no way to put Poole in this situation while dealing with two extreme gold species simultaneously.

Then he saw a fierce battle taking place on the other side as well.

The Holy Walker suppressed Kru's curse with his divine power, but in the next moment, a clown demon appeared behind him, its dagger about to pierce the back of the Holy Walker's head.

And during this process, the clown was sneaking around, seemingly noticing Big's gaze. He even turned his head and put his finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

Biggs stopped abruptly as he was about to issue a warning, instinctively obeying the clown's command and shutting his mouth.

This situation startled Big.

Just as he thrust out his sword, about to kill the Holy Walker...

The Holy Walker finally sensed something was amiss.

A patch of green appeared in the distance, then quickly spread.