Devil's Bible

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Without a physique at the gold level, facing this kind of teleportation would most likely result in the body falling apart.

As soon as Nemus landed, the light before his eyes changed, and the feeling of the surrounding environment became completely different.

First of all, the atmosphere around us became much softer and purer.

This time, Nemus's destination is the Source Whale, or more precisely, the land under the protection of the Source Whale.

It is also the headquarters of the Discipline Church.

The six Source Whales hardly move at all.

They are enormous, larger than most material planes, and are true mythical beings. Even in the prime material plane, if they were to float and move, it would cause a great deal of fluctuation, resulting in various changes.

Therefore, these six Source Whales basically stay within one area and do not move much.

In addition, six Source Whales gathered together, and in the area they surrounded was a 'pure land'.

This 'pure land' is currently the only relatively normal land in the prime material plane.

As a result, this area lacks much of the restless and taboo atmosphere of the outside world. Nemus even has a vague feeling that if he can stay here for a while, his body will develop certain special qualities.

"No, it's not about adding more, but about making up for what's missing." Nemus opened his eyes and could see a door opening not far away, where someone was already waiting for him.

As he walked outside, he pondered the question he had just asked.

“It seems that the biggest problem with the cataclysmic event on Earth is not the reduction of resources, but the lack of a certain essential element…” Nemus couldn’t help but think of the beginning of this world.

In the beginning, all things were mud.

This mud is not just the earth element, or rather, a single earth element cannot fully represent the initial position of 'mud'.

The process of the earth's formation may also represent, to some extent, the primordial gestation.

However, due to the current cataclysmic event, most people are born atop the floating whales.

Although there is land on the back of the floating whale, it is not the earth, and the meaning it represents is completely different.

"Lady Nemes! Welcome." Someone was already waiting outside the door; it was a stunningly beautiful female priest.

The female pastor was a bit older, probably around thirty years old, and she exuded a mature and sophisticated aura.

However, she did not exhibit any promiscuous behavior or dress in a dissolute manner.

She just looks at you with a smile, her eyes filled with kindness and compassion.

She is a woman most people would call "Mom".

"I am your assistant pastor here, Cheryl, please come with me!" The pastor's voice was very soft, gentle yet powerful, and if you listened carefully, it was like singing a lullaby.

At this moment, Nemus could also feel a tinge of desire rising within his body.

This yearning to connect with the other person's maternal instincts would likely stir emotions in most people.

"So that's how it is. The earth is like a mother, the original bearer and nurturer of all things. Life that lacks the earth's participation in nurturing is essentially an orphan."

"This is a flaw in the very nature of life."

"When I first came to earth, my physical defects were 'soothed' to some extent, which created a kind of instinctive feeling of 'lack of love'."

"The church, on the other hand, was already fully aware of this." Nems immediately understood why they had arranged for such a maternal pastor who was practically overflowing with maternal warmth.

The Holy Son is ostensibly an orphan who has been nurtured on Mount Dorsal Fin for over a decade.

It is a being that lacks love, and through the life instinct triggered by the special environment, it sends out a 'mother'.

Emotional substitution can then easily occur.

That is, they cannot distinguish their own essential feelings, and thus project their vague feelings onto a specific identity represented by a symbol.

"They really are... ruthless."

Chapter 429 Despicable Methods, Target: The Abyss

The church's methods are understandable. Although they are unscrupulous, they are still relatively gentle, like sugar-coated bullets.

For some, this isn't even considered scheming, but rather a blatant act of giving sweetness.

“I’m just a one-year-old child, and they have to resort to such methods against me.” Nems shook his head; to him, this was an insult.

The intention is to control people through emotions in this way.

“Mother…” Nems’s thoughts shifted slightly. In this world, the mother of the An Yin family was nothing special; she was just an ordinary noblewoman.

His mind does not need to rely on any mother.

This shows that the church lacks 'confidence'.

If a force is sufficiently excellent and has a sound mechanism, its ideology is correct and reasonable.

What is needed is precisely to help individuals resolve these psychological problems caused by minor deficiencies.

After all, Nemus is now the Grand Master of the Church, and although his core is a demon, these people don't know that.

They even resort to such petty tricks to bind their own people.

While the results may be excellent, problems can also alienate people.

This detail reveals that there are significant problems within the Discipline Church.

Conventional training methods are probably no longer sufficient to retain talent.

To retain talent, any organization can only rely on faith, career prospects, and job security.

As a church, the Discipline Church naturally prioritizes faith.

There are also many devout believers within the church.

This is especially true of some of the saints, who were able to become pure and receive God's gifts because of their faith.

On the other hand, with the changing environment, the teachings of the God of Commandments have become somewhat outdated.

The changing times and the resulting ideological shifts have made it impossible for many people to maintain their beliefs.

This can be seen from the number of devout believers.

Secondly, there's the future.

Nems is rising too fast right now.

Under those circumstances, he was directly elected as the Grand Master because of his legendary status.

In reality, his situation is already beyond redemption.

Above them are either the Pope, a saint, or a key figure who controls an important department.

In the entire Discipline Church, there were fewer than twenty people under Nemus's command.

At least in terms of power.

Only when one of the people at the top dies can a position become vacant.

The problem is that those who reach this level are all quite capable, and while their lifespan may not be exceptionally long, living for at least a thousand years is not a major issue.

In addition to these, there are various other methods to prolong life.

Even though a position had finally become available, Nemus wanted to advance further, but there were many other nobles in the same position as him.

Among them are even saints with bloodlines of eight or nine hundred.

These people are not bad in terms of background, military power, and past achievements.

In this situation, even if Nemus is a legendary species, it would be difficult for him to forcefully overpower them and successfully take over.

Unless Nemes waits two or three hundred years and gradually builds up his seniority, he will have no chance of rising to power.

However, Nemus's abilities are extraordinary. His advancement speed as a legendary species is very fast, and his "legendary" characteristics mean that he does not need too many external resources. Therefore, the church naturally chose this method of control that creates "bonds".

“They treat me more like a tool.” Nems knew this, but didn’t care.

One reason is that there were problems with the church's internal management and promotion system.

On the other hand, it was because Nemes had only been a member of the church for a short time.

It's understandable that the church doesn't consider itself one of their own.

"I'll just be a bit ruthless then, and I hope you can understand." Nemes, seemingly oblivious to his thoughts, smiled and nodded to Cheryl.

Regardless, now that others have made their moves, he has to respond.

There has always been only one way to deal with so-called sugar-coated bullets—eat the sugar coating and throw the bullet back.

Following Cheryl out of the area where the teleportation array was located, Nemus saw several golden-type individuals waiting outside.

Although there were emotional calculations behind the scenes, these people paid special attention to Nemus on the surface.

"Hahaha, welcome to the Holy Son." The leader was a golden-type with a value of over 900, close to the maximum. He laughed heartily and hurried forward, very enthusiastically, even calling out Nemus's name affectionately.

The other gold coins also all wore smiles, their emotional perception was very clear, and they were all full of goodwill.

The ability to perceive emotions is very useful for individuals at a lower level, but for experts, there are various methods to avoid, cover up, or even disguise them.

These people then gave a brief self-introduction.

The leader of the golden-blooded individuals was named Jeff Mott.

It was the ancestor of the extremely valuable golden-type Garlis Motte, who had previously gone to the Azure Whale to appoint Naim.

This is the top noble family of the Discipline Church, with multiple Gold-level members, and two Gold-level members on the surface.

Their traditions are well-established, and many things that others can only recall are things they have heard their elders say or even experienced firsthand.

They greeted Nemus with smiles, then led him to a heavily guarded conference room. Their expressions turned serious, and the atmosphere became solemn.

"Great Knight of the Azure Sky, please take a look at this information." Jeff said, placing a document in front of Nemus.

Upon seeing this document, Nems knew what these people wanted to do.

"The Abyss?" Nemus looked up, somewhat taken aback.

“That’s right!” Jeff nodded seriously.

"We've received intelligence that a major battle is currently taking place in the Abyss."

"After the Twin Demons were damaged, they attracted the covetous eyes of other demon lords."

"This battle presents a perfect opportunity."

“We can use this to punish this demon lord, demonstrate the authority of our Discipline Church, and even support a demon lord under our control!”

"Or, to be even bolder, pull that abyss back to the surface!"

Jeff's slightly wrinkled face was now full of excitement as he envisioned a stunning and successful future.

The same was true for almost everyone else around them.

At this moment, Nemus's expression became slightly clearer, and he understood the purpose of this matter.

Looking around, although these golden-type individuals all had different appearances, they still inadvertently revealed some of their true nature.

That is, these golden seeds are all old and can't wait any longer.

These people are unlikely to advance further in terms of power, and resources and benefits alone are ineffective for them.

Although my faith is firm, I do not want to become a supplicant.

All that's left to pursue is fame.

Chapter 430 Seven Gods Alliance

Some people become more insightful the longer they live, and are able to see through all the things in this world.

And some people become more greedy the longer they live.

They pinned their hopes on being able to obtain everything.

Even though reality has defeated them, they still greedily look at everything within their reach, wanting to grasp it.

They are in the same boat; they have already used most of the life-extending and life-preserving substances, and now they can no longer sustain their lives.

And the divine kingdom, while indeed very attractive.

However, the longer one lives, the more complex and difficult it becomes to change one's thinking.

Their state of faith can only be considered barely acceptable.