Devil's Bible

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Will my rapidly increasing stats still be effective?

If, after advancing to a higher-level demon, the numerical expansion could exceed one thousand, and the cultivation speed of three years with a numerical value of three hundred could be replicated, that would be ideal.

At that time, Nemus's strength will experience a period of explosive growth.

The reason Nemus had the leisure to think like this was because the little imp with a value of 550 had stopped attacking Nemus and started killing each other.

Given their cannibalistic nature, it's basically a winner-takes-all scenario.

Soon, all the little devils were eaten by the first one to reach a value of 550.

And this little devil's stats have reached 950.

The little imp was ferocious and menacing, but before it could unleash its ferocity on Nemus, its little face was filled with terror.

Suddenly, Clement, who had been motionless, yanked on the photoluminescent umbilical cord.

A gaping maw opened on Clement's twisted and deformed stomach.

"Good boy, don't run away."

“Your Uncle Pastor is your benefactor.”

"Let me eat you!"

Beneath the gentle, magnetic voice that inspires natural trust lies an extremely strange and terrifying speech.

The brat struggled incessantly, but despite having a stat total of over nine hundred, he was completely helpless against Clement.

The next moment, Clement pulled the little devil back into his stomach.

As soon as it was swallowed up, Clement's stats began to skyrocket.

A terrifying spiritual force, like some kind of shadowy natural disaster, completely obscured this area.

The next moment, it will engulf Nemus as well.

"Now!" Nemus declared, advancing instead of retreating!

Chapter 364 begins

Having observed for so long, Nemes naturally made some significant discoveries.

Clement's taboo knowledge is very much in line with the calamities on earth, and many aspects are imitations and inheritances of these calamities.

During that brief moment, Nemus took advantage of a spare moment to conduct a preliminary study of the sinful spirits of Balthazar.

They couldn't figure out anything, but they discovered another peculiar place—misfortune.

The Holy Son inherited the sacred relic of the Dartmenti family—the Holy Road.

And now that holy path is properly placed behind the church courtyard, on a hidden path.

The path itself is nothing special, but as long as Nemus walks on it, or uses the Dartmenley family bloodline to activate it, he can quickly change the path.

By simply going downhill, you can gain unprecedented support.

This assistance mode is very similar to the "Legendary Journey" of the legendary species, as if the heavens and earth are all working together when the time is right.

It has an unusually smooth feel.

Of course, for some unknown reason, there will also be uphill sections on this road.

On an uphill road, any action will encounter resistance, which will often interfere at crucial moments, causing things to fall apart at critical times.

After comprehending the power of fate and the numbers of history, Nemus can basically determine that this resistance is a mild form of fate curse or misfortune.

Not long ago, when the Holy Son Nemus faced the Flesh Monster, the monster's forbidden power triggered the Dartmenti bloodline within him, causing that misfortune to surface.

However, it was quickly suppressed by the Holy Son.

Nemes had long ago discovered the deep connection between taboos and misfortune.

Furthermore, Nemus discovered that this connection also existed in the Sin Soul, which was in a basic state on a daily basis and was not particularly intense.

However, it will accumulate slowly and then erupt at a crucial moment.

Like Nemus's "strong luck," but that's not surprising, since bad luck is still luck, only strong luck is beneficial to oneself, while bad luck... is a disaster!

Now, Nemus is using this connection on his sword.

Sword of Fortune - Blackbird Swallows Crimson!

According to legend, blackbirds represent bad luck; if a blackbird eats a pomegranate, it will die and enter the underworld.

In some places, pomegranates are believed to have the power to ward off evil spirits because of their bright red color.

A red glow seemed to emanate from the sword in Nemus's hand. He then pierced Clement's body with the sword, and suddenly released a large amount of holy power that flowed into Clement's body through the sword.

However, this sacred attribute, which would have had some harmful effect on these taboos before, seems insufficient now.

The originally crimson, sacred power quickly crumbled and was annihilated after entering Clement's body.

Nemus, however, did not feel disappointed by the poor performance of this sword strike.

The focus of this sword strike has never been its sacred attributes, but rather the influence of luck on the process of striking.

Nemes had naturally studied the Holy Road and sensed that kind of misfortune.

Although he was unable to dispel the misfortune, his understanding of it was also insufficient.

However, by linking fortunes together, the negative aspects are triggered through the 'phenomenon' of the destruction of the sacred.

It's not a perfect solution, but for now, it's at least somewhat on the right track.

And this boundary can form a medium through the connection of transportation.

After all, Clement himself wasn't exactly clean.

With a single thrust, Nemus quickly retreated.

Clement felt a slight pain in his body, but there was no further reaction. He simply assumed that Nemes had run out of tricks.

His mental energy shifted slightly, and then the sky darkened.

The already scarce elements around him were rapidly extracted according to his will.

Then a large amount of black flames were emitted, and within these black flames, it seemed that countless souls were wailing and roaring.

Forbidden Spell: Despair Flames!

Although it is fire, it has no connection with the fire element itself.

All it possesses is the struggle of countless people filled with despair, a struggle that causes this force to fluctuate violently, resulting in a fiery appearance.

After reaching a value of one thousand, Clement stopped using illusions and flesh-based spells, and instead switched to a purely offensive spell.

If the value is high enough, there's no need for those fancy tricks.

A black flame drifted away, and instantly, under the influence of mental power, its speed reached its limit.

Before he could even blink, he was already in front of Nemus.

At this point, Nems could clearly smell the scent of death.

Once touched by those black flames, one's spirit will be instantly burned away, and even one's soul will be destroyed.

Countless swords of energy shot out, touching the flames, but were disrupted and dissipated the instant they touched them.

The attack released by Nemus did not slow down the speed of the flame even for a moment.

However, the next moment, a knot appeared behind Nemus.

Suddenly the knot tightened, and Nems' figure vanished.

Nemus dared not absorb the black flames into it at this moment; such forbidden power might corrupt Independent Time.

The next instant, Nemus reappeared in his original spot, but the flames of despair had already passed him.

"Time-based?" With his current 1000-point value, Clement could see everything clearly and made the correct judgment at this moment, discovering the power attribute of knotted rope record-keeping.

Nemus could sense that Clement was rapidly thinking of a way to break the "knot-tying system".

It can only be said that no move is absolutely invincible.

After repeated use, the problem will eventually be discovered, and a solution will be found.

Even when facing a saint, Nemus dared to secretly use "Knotting Records" to escape from a distance for the first time.

However, if "Knotting Records" had been used in front of a saint, then Nemus would absolutely not dare to use "Knotting Records" as a safe trump card a second time.

The greatest strength of saints lies in their irrational learning ability. As soon as they detect a problem, they can quickly find the root of the problem, then 'learn' about it and find a solution.

Therefore, the best way to deal with a saint is to not give them a chance to discover the problem, and then deliver a targeted and fatal blow under such circumstances.

"Or perhaps it's using forbidden knowledge, which is difficult even for saints to learn..."

As Nemes pondered, he glanced at Clement, a smile appearing on his face.

it has started.

Chapter 365 The Most Desperate Method of Death

The reason Nems didn't stay in the independent time for longer was because he needed to observe.

How could he bear to waste such good material?

Sure enough, in Nemus's gaze, Clement's expression changed; he twisted his body in fear.

From Naim's perspective, a large amount of luck is converging, but unlike the normal luck Naim gathers, Clement's luck is misfortune.

"How is this possible... so fast!" Clement was filled with horror as he sensed the changes in his body.

Those misfortunes quickly took effect, and Clement's already twisted and deformed body became even more so.

First, it was as if something had gnawed at his body, leaving him with a large chunk missing.

However, no blood spurted out from the gap.

Instead, a large amount of red pus began to flow out.

The pus was very viscous, like tree lacquer, and dripped down under the influence of gravity, yet it stuck together with each other.

Within this thick pus, one can also see many tiny limbs and organs.

For example, an infant's arm, or eyeball, or some kind of completely deformed flesh.

“My…” Clement roared, reaching out to grab it, but in the process, he gradually lost the ability to utter human syllables.

His face rapidly decayed, and his hands, which were reaching for those things, seemed to have all their bones removed the moment they touched them.

His ten fingers went limp instantly, then began to melt, stretch, and drip to the ground.

Following this line of thought, Clement's eyes slid down onto the body.

The whole person was like an ice cream that was melting rapidly.

It's just that the flavor might be exotic.

An eyeball rolled and fell to the ground.

Only then did Clement realize that his lower body had completely melted and was connected to the ground.

He wanted to do something more, but he quickly melted away.

Finally, what appeared before Nemus was a pool of viscous liquid, a mixture of red and yellow.

Even in this situation, Clement is not truly dead yet.

Nemus could sense that Clement's soul was still within this pool of things.

And this feeling is probably not pleasant.

At least Nemus could sense that Clement's soul was constantly fluctuating, thus conveying various emotions.

"Kill me!!"

"I'll kill them all!!"

"die%#……&#!!!"

It's getting more and more chaotic, more and more painful, more and more desperate.

This mess, at this moment, seems to be the best taboo propaganda the world has given Nemes.