Devil's Bible

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Simply because all the power of change is actually absorbed by the divine essence, and then condensed into the feedback of the precepts according to the precepts.

This can be considered a reverse change where something is too familiar, yet unfamiliar.

Of course, at this time, the commandment that Nemus chose was not the commandment of the God of Commandments, but a fictional principle with its own 'fictional' core.

The doctrines previously established through fictitious agreements now become Nemus's rules—that people can enter into fictitious agreements with themselves, thereby gaining change and starting a new life.

This was merely a doctrine created by Nemes to attract followers.

But it was at this moment that Nemes came to understand change.

Specifically, this relates to changes in an individual's life.

And the changes in people's lives bring about changes in the world.

At this moment, this fictional commandment of change became Nemus's rule, which in turn suppressed all rules such as absurdity and high temperature!

Chapter 452 The God of Discipline has entered the Abyss again?

"The God of Discipline has invaded the abyss again?" Atata sensed the shadow expanding to a certain point before stopping.

I was stunned. Upon closer reflection, I discovered a strong sense of discipline.

That feeling of wanting to encompass everything within the precepts is so very similar.

"Or has the God of Discipline fallen into the abyss?" Atata was a little confused, but at the same time, she felt an opportunity to escape the dimensional battlefield.

His attention had been focused on the Arbiter squad and the battle between the Black Prison Lord and Alalos.

He merely observed the battle between the Clown King and the subordinate who seemed to be supported by the Church of the Moon from the shadows, without paying close attention.

I could vaguely sense intense dream-like fluctuations coming, and I guessed that the battle between the Clown Kings and the others might involve dreams.

I didn't feel anything else.

Atata didn't see anything wrong with this perception.

It wasn't until this moment, when the territory underwent a dramatic change and its rules became more like precepts, that Atata was jolted awake from that false perception.

He suddenly realized that he didn't understand how the Clown King had died.

They also didn't figure out who actually got the title of Lord of the Clowns!

This is a dimensional battlefield, and He doesn't pay much attention to a crucial piece of intelligence that could kill a lord, despite His advantage in observing from the shadows!

This is the biggest problem.

This also made Atata consider retreating.

Now his shadow has occupied a considerable amount of territory, in addition to what he had previously conquered.

So, as long as you leave the combat state, you can quickly return to your 263rd floor with this considerable amount of gains.

Atata's shadow shifted; as a relatively veteran demon lord, he possessed sufficient means to keep himself out of combat.

For example, by using shadows to create a sufficiently distant and enclosed shadow world, one's core can be located within it, allowing for a quick escape from combat.

Because although He created the outer shadow, it does not belong to Him. Therefore, as long as those few inexplicable demons fail to breach the shadow world, He can disengage from the battle in just a few seconds.

As for why the Clown King died, who usurped his throne, who is the group attacking him, and the outcome of the battle between the Black Prison Lord and Alalos?

These can be explored later.

His goal in starting the battle was territory, and now that the territory is in his hands, the battle is becoming increasingly bizarre... It's time to retreat!

Atata hid in the shadows, waiting to disengage from the battle.

But the next moment, the previously closed shadow world was torn apart.

Atata, who was about to break free from the war and communicating with his own territory to sever the interdimensional war link, saw a figure pierce through the shadow world like a beam of light.

Atata sighed. Why is it not so easy to leave now?

Although they haven't resumed combat yet, Atata isn't hoping that the opponent has no intention of attacking.

Instead, it actively propelled the change in the shadows, and the surging shadows rushed towards the gap in the next instant.

The immense pressure was designed to crush the opponent into the most basic shadow particles.

"Holy Fortune - Phoenix Cry!" Facing countless shadows, the figure unleashed a surge of holy power from the sword in its hand, the terrifying roar colliding with the pressure emanating from the shadows.

The Holy Son Nemus stood at the gap in the shadow world, surrounded by a constantly flowing wind of energy.

He exhaled slowly, his eyes revealing a burning ambition to maximize profits.

Meanwhile, Jeff and the others were still looking completely bewildered in the distance.

According to their previously agreed battle plan, the main purpose of the battle with Atata was to stall the enemy.

If the opponent wants to leave the dimensional battlefield, then let them leave.

Unless they have truly discovered Atata's fatal flaw and are confident enough to seize Atata's lordship.

And even so, they should do this in the demonic form of the Arbiters.

However, Nemus suddenly exited the Arc Form state just now.

It's as if the Arbiters suddenly made a reverse summoning of humans, and then Nemus responded at lightning speed, accepted the summons, and came to the Abyss.

While it wouldn't directly expose the workings of the Arc Body Technique, it would still make the Abyss Will realize that humanity had mastered a method to evade its detection.

In this process, the possibility of the arbitrator cooperating with the church is actually the least problematic issue.

After all, Merkava had cooperated with the Church before. As long as the main body of such cooperation is still under the control of the Abyss, then it is something the Abyss's will can tolerate.

However, Nemus has now revealed that the Discipline Church possesses something that is not under the control of the Abyss's will.

This makes it absolutely impossible for these judges to escape the abyss again.

"Nemus, what are you doing?" one of the adjudicators shouted angrily.

"Jeff, don't be angry." Nems could tell that the one currently controlling the Arbiter was Jeff Mott, the initiator of this operation.

After he killed Atata with a single sword strike, he turned his gaze to the Arbitrators and the others.

"You're all going to die anyway!" Suddenly, a certain connection between the judges changed rapidly.

Jeff and his companions, who had always existed in the unobservable corners of the abyss using their unique curved movement technique, were forced to enter the dimensional battlefield.

At this moment, the Arc Technique has revealed its existence, but not its true nature, and is still within Nemus's original acceptable range.

After all, Nemus never intended to use the Arc Technique as a trump card.

His methods of concealing himself from the abyss must be more than just the curved body technique.

Therefore, partially pulling him out actually benefits Nems, and can be considered a certain degree of 'showing loyalty'.

Since they've already planted gold seeds, their thinking isn't that slow.

Jeff and the others watched as various pieces of information about Nems swirled in their minds, and then quickly drew a conclusion:

"You are not the Holy Son!!"

"You are Nemus!"

“Haven’t I laid everything out in the open?” Nemus looked at the other party and shook his head: “It’s just that you are too arrogant.”

"When you see someone who was born from an experiment, is a legendary species, and is also a half-saint, you're very happy, aren't you? You're happy that you've gained another useful tool?" Nemus understood these people all too well.

The mocking expression on Nemus's face stung Jeff and the others.

"You will die here, having 'perfectly' completed your mission."

“I will return to the material plane and take your place in the Discipline Church.”

"What do you think of this plan, Mr. Atata?" Nemes tilted his head to look into the shadows.

The shadows at this moment seemed like a world, enveloping this area.

This prevented the Black Prison Lord and Alalos from observing this place.

A shadow appeared and coalesced into the form of a shadow demon.

"Hahaha, this is such an interesting plan, of course I have to participate!"

Chapter 453 No Middlemen

Nemes knew one thing very well: when the profit was big enough and you were greedy enough, if you couldn't take it all at once, the best way was to bring in a partner.

This partnership was essentially confirmed after Nems identified the Black Prison Lord as a member of the Discipline Church.

The Clown King is of the same kind, and precisely because of this, he is not very suitable to be a subordinate. His strength is also relatively weak, so it is difficult to cooperate with him.

In this predicament, the Clown King can only become the provider of the lord's position.

Alalos is very capable and cunning, but this is partly due to Kru, and partly because Alalos has a deep understanding of the Discipline Church, which could easily lead to problems.

Therefore, the Twin Demons can also be ruled out.

In the end, only Atata remained.

With sufficient strength and ruthless ability, if it weren't for these unforeseen events, He would have been the biggest winner in this interdimensional battle.

At the same time, Atata has no connection with the Discipline Church. For many years, He has been managing the shadow plane and looking for opportunities to further expand the shadow and sink new material planes.

Therefore, Atata is the most suitable partner.

Atata looked at Nems with wary eyes.

Although He was certain that He intended to cooperate.

However, cooperation does not equate to trust.

As everyone knows, the devil is untrustworthy!

and so……

"Although you are special, whether you can take these territories depends on demonstrating your strength!" Atata said, while summoning shadows. "Of course, it's also to make these people's deaths more justifiable, isn't it?"

After Atata finished speaking, Jeff was the first to make a move.

He had realized the seriousness of the problem.

Nemus, a demon, infiltrated the Discipline Church under the guise of a holy son and obtained a great deal of its secrets.

His identity is too deceptive.

As Naims said, everyone only noticed Naims's value and was therefore overjoyed.

The only doubt I had during this process was whether he could be used by them.

Some conventional tests simply couldn't detect the demonic scent on Nemus.

He now exudes a divine power; he is handsome, strong, holy, and sacred.

Standing before Nems, they all looked like a bunch of old, incorrigible bandits, while Nems was the spokesperson for God, and that sacred aura was enough to deceive many more people.

Even if Nemes doesn't advance further in the church this time, he will gain the church's trust even more.

Jeff's entire body was fluctuating, countless changes were spreading in his mind, and then quickly condensed into a firm belief.

This... is absolutely unacceptable!!!

We must kill Nemus. If we can't kill him, then we must spread the word that Nemus is a traitor within the demons.

The Lord of the Black Prison… Yes, once the Lord of the Black Prison discovers the situation here, he will surely be able to…

Sword light flashed.

With a flick of his sword, the Holy Son Nemus severed the invisible object in two.

"You're attacking me on the surface, but you're actually transmitting information... Do you think I won't notice?" Nemus said with a smile. "I guarantee with the legendary species's trait 'Legendary Journey' that your information will absolutely not get out!"

Nemes' words, intertwined with despair, weighed heavily on the hearts of these members of the Discipline Church.

They were playing so well before with the help of "Legendary Journey" support, but now they're having a really tough time.

Various forces occasionally produce low-probability events, and everything seems to be under high pressure, allowing no room for even the slightest mistake.

A small mistake can immediately lead to a complete collapse, turning a small mistake into a big mistake, and a big mistake into a fatal mistake.

A shadow appeared, covering a golden seed.

A sword aura swirled, and the white, spinning sword aura of the Flying Swallow pierced through a golden seed.