Devil's Bible

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Like an abyss, bottomless, he wields all kinds of sword techniques with ease.

No matter how He attacks, Nemus seems to have the sword skills to counter it.

Sword techniques that others might never master in a lifetime, or that they could learn only a little of and pass down as family secrets, were commonplace in Nemus's hands.

Even if one of these moves were presented to another demon lord, as long as that demon lord was not in a state of confusion, he would be interested and reward him.

With such terrifying swordsmanship, his previous defeat was entirely justified.

Clown King secretly estimated his own power of transformation. At the current rate, he could probably hold on for another ten minutes.

If you cannot defeat the enemy and escape within ten minutes, your transformation power will be exhausted.

From then on, there was no chance to escape. It could only be turned into a card, losing everything external, and could no longer even be called a life.

Judging from the current situation, these ten minutes are not very meaningful.

One's peak performance is a powerful state, but it is also a limitation.

This limits Him from surpassing this 'peak'.

These changes made Clown King lament the impermanence of life.

But at the same time, He drew a throwing knife, and more Joker cards appeared around him.

He accepted his fate, but he would never admit defeat.

He was originally a clown who was ridiculed and played with, and he could accept whatever fate befall him.

The distant memories of humankind from hundreds of years ago seem to flash by.

He accepted his fate of depravity back then, and now the worst outcome is nothing more than completely losing everything about being alive and becoming just an 'object'.

There's nothing unacceptable about it.

But as long as he, He, and it have even the slightest strength to wield the knife, they will never give up.

"Pity."

“If you weren’t a demon lord, then perhaps you could serve me.” Intense emotions collided and intertwined, and Nemus’s sense of kinship was amplified to the maximum at this moment.

In this decaying world, Nemus once again found his kindred spirits.

Unfortunately, this time, his kind had already risen to the position of demon lord through their own abilities, becoming his target.

"Although I know it's unlikely, I still... never mind, I won't humiliate you anymore." Nemus had originally wanted to give the Clown King a chance to submit to him, as he was a talent of his own kind.

However, after carefully sensing the Clown King's emotions, he abandoned this idea; to Him, it was merely an insult.

At this moment, there is only one thing we can do—go all out!

The blade of the sword in his hand subtly changed.

With the 'Soul of Life' and 'Grace' working together, power rapidly converges.

Along with it came various auras stirred up by the movement.

With a single sword raised, the surrounding winds and clouds converged, as if everything had been condensed into this one sword strike.

Clown King, also holding a throwing knife, stared intently at Nemus, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Nemus.

Countless Joker cards flashed and merged into the Joker King's body, then converged at the tip of the blade.

The wind was stirred up in an instant, and various clown cards shot out from the tip of the knife.

The upper limit of attack power will not change, but by combining these externally consumed Joker cards, the attack frequency can be stacked to the extreme!

The wind surrounded Naimus layer by layer.

It resembles a roc taking flight.

Even if the wind stops and the waters come down, it can still stir up the vast ocean!

The blade tip sliced ​​through the wind layer by layer, but the wind, in turn, pushed forward, causing even greater waves.

The sword blade flashed.

The wind, this time, no longer shifted in layers, but transformed into a streak of white light.

This light seems to be engraved in time and space, destined to climb to the sky from here.

The light flashed by.

The juggling knife in the Clown King's hand broke, leaving a mark on his body.

He tried to wield the broken blade, only to find that his connection to most parts of his body had been severed.

"What kind of bird is that?" That was the only question the Clown King could ask in the end.

The sword in Nemus's hand slowly shattered, turning into countless tiny fragments that scattered in the wind.

His black hair fluttered in the wind, shimmering with starlight.

"Peng bird!"

The Clown King nodded upon hearing the name.

His physical injuries healed quickly, and he soon returned to full health.

Then it collapsed into a card bearing His presence.

Chapter 451 Fictional Rules

Nemus reached out and took the card in his hand, feeling a restrictive force within it.

He can activate this card and then summon a Clown Demon with most of the Clown King's abilities.

Yes, it's just the Clown Demon, not the Clown King.

Its personality and most of its self have been annihilated.

At the same time, Nemus could also sense that this card had many variations, and could do more than just summon the Clown Demon.

But now is not the time to investigate.

He glanced at the ground; the scorched yellow earth, originally stained red with blood and flesh, was now being covered by a layer of shadow.

Atata was not only dealing with attacks from the seven judges of the Discipline Church during this period.

Although He is basically on the defensive, this defensive posture is only because He only needs to wait to gain the greatest benefit.

The spreading shadows symbolize the spread of Atata's power and rules.

This means that this land is being lost and belongs to Atata.

In other words, Atata is constantly plundering the main gains of interdimensional warfare—territory.

The more territory Atata has, the stronger it becomes, and the greater its influence will be.

Nemus clutched the card; he had no desire to become a lord without territory!

Holding the card, Nemus stood on the ground and then opened his arms.

Behind the card, something that didn't actually exist appeared, and within it, one could vaguely see a number—181.

And this is the domain name of the 181st Floor Absurd Plain.

It is merely a permission granted by the will of the abyss.

Only by mastering this domain name can one resonate one's will with the entire layer of territory.

The moment Nemes grasped the domain name, its essence was absorbed into his soul.

As the outer soul accepted this domain name, Nemus immediately realized that the domain name was essentially an anomaly.

It is not important in itself, but in what it represents.

In that instant, Nemus sensed the entire territory of 181.

Under these circumstances, the territory of 181 also pressed down on Nems at this moment.

However, it is not the 181 in the current dimensional battlefield, but the 181 in history.

On the scorched plains, a huge magic circle lit up.

Nems then saw the Clown King appear in front of him.

But then the Clown King moved aside.

At each node of this magic circle stood a demon in a different form.

Some of them are enormous, their bodies covered in red scales that are burning lava, radiating terrifying heat.

Some had faces and bodies as hard as ice, their dark blue aura seemingly capable of freezing everything.

……

Nemus counted, and including the Clown King, there were a total of eight different demon figures in this 'Absurd Plains'.

With a little speculation, we can conclude that this is the demon lord of the 181st floor throughout history.

If I include myself, then I am—the ninth generation?

In the sky, there was a massive black aura, which was the will of the abyss.

Under the will of the abyss, the first thing to rise was the 'absurd' rules of the Piedmon.

Strange changes that defy common sense, yet can occur normally!

Then there is the Balrog, whose rule is—high temperature catalyzes chaos, and chaos rules everything!

The ice demon then emitted a chilling aura, its rules clearly indicating a freezing-related rule.

These rules simultaneously pressed down on Naimus, attempting to completely suppress him.

"A bunch of losers, trying to stop me at this time?" Nemus felt the suppression of these rules and completely ignored the rules emanating from these people.

As he said, they were just a bunch of losers.

The fact that the Clown King was able to snatch the lord's position from the Balrog means that the previous seven people have all failed.

Generation after generation of losers, now want to stop him from becoming the Demon Lord?

Absolutely impossible!

Nemus was slightly aware of his own state. In this state, numerical values ​​were useless and skills were nowhere to be used. What he wanted to show at this moment was very clear - his characteristics.

To be precise, it's about the rules you choose and the path you choose to follow, following your own characteristics.

Nems possesses many characteristics, covering various aspects.

Fate, time and space, cause and effect... there are also conceptual rules such as swordsmanship and ropes.

Of these characteristics, he needs to choose one and then unleash it from his own body.

It transforms from its own inherent characteristics into an outward expansion of rules.

Without any hesitation, Nemus chose a rule—the commandments!

He did not choose a time he was more familiar with, nor did he choose fate or a lesser form of luck.

Instead, it chose rules that it had never developed any characteristics for itself—the rules of change.

Nems was well aware of his own strengths.

He has only two major advantages—his own unique soul.

To protect this special soul, he even chose to create an outer soul to help himself become a high-ranking demon.

This is all to prevent the abyss from penetrating too deeply into one's soul.

On this point, Nemus was even willing to give up his divine status in order to protect his soul.

The second advantage is that he has one-fifth of a god.

The existence of the Demon Lord was precisely to simulate divinity.

To be precise, even the abyss arose because of this.

In order to study how to become a myth, the Golden Life studied numbers, which led to the fragmentation of numbers. These fragmented numbers came together to form the Abyss.

It can be said that this pursuit of mythology has always been ingrained in the origins and very core of the abyss.

If that's the case, what could be more appropriate than using a portion of the rules of the number of deities as the rules for virtual deities?

The reason why Nems has been unable to condense the rules of the change system is not because he is insensitive to change.