Devil's Bible

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"No one can stand in my way during this process."

“Whether it’s Blackie or the ‘Holy Son’…” When he mentioned the Holy Son, Jin Sheng’s gaze suddenly fell on some other ‘swordsmen’ who had not yet fallen into the circle.

The syllable of that word rapidly transformed in Jin Sheng's mouth, becoming a terrifying, vibrating airflow.

The next moment, a spell lit up, and surging spiritual energy rushed into the air currents, trying to condense them all.

Discipline spell: Prohibition!

However, the vibrating air currents broke through the spell that Aimelu had hastily cast the next moment.

However, the next moment, Agnelli appeared in front of her and cleaved the vibrating air currents apart with a single sword strike.

Aimelu removed her disguise and prepared for the next round, while Agnelli looked at Jin Sheng with a serious expression.

The opponent's strength was definitely different from that of an ordinary Steel-type; the sound that came out of his mouth was far beyond the maximum power of a normal Steel-type.

He lacked confidence in winning a real fight against his opponent.

Fortunately...

They also have Nems here.

Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to Nemus, the Holy Son who had torn away his disguise and stepped out.

I felt relieved.

However, after feeling relieved for a while, he saw Amel's gaze fall on Nemus, and a flash of jealousy crossed his mind.

That was also the case back then; Emerald had focused all her attention on another Nemus.

Everything about him was ignored.

However, this time, Agnelli felt a sense of comfort.

You are nothing but trash, unworthy of the Holy Son.

"Nemus!!!" The moment Nems appeared, Red-Eyed Three, standing next to Jin Sheng, let out a hateful roar.

Then he charged toward Nems.

He had three pairs of eyes on his face: the middle one was closed, and there were two pairs of eyes, one above and one below, all of which were now glowing red.

The instant he charged forward, Sanwu behind Nemus also pulled the alarm, notifying the others in Airspring City.

The battle has begun.

Chapter 346 Fragile

At the touch of a hair.

At this point, it seemed that no one had much reason left.

Saint Nemus shook his head as he watched Red-Eyed Three rushing towards him.

“I told you three there was no need for you to come here to die, and now you’re doing the same.” Nemus’s words were like needles piercing Red-Eyed Three’s heart.

They were merely experimental subjects, high-level cannon fodder secretly cultivated.

They have absolutely no autonomy over their own lives.

There were far more than three Red-Eyed Experiment Subjects at the time.

However, due to limited resources, they eventually had no choice but to kill each other, leaving only three survivors.

Even so, they still have a deep brotherly bond.

Under such brothers, they don't care about life and death, but they care about each other's life and death.

This mutual care is their last vestige of dignity.

Therefore, he would not hesitate to use any means to avenge his brother.

The two pairs of red eyes, which had opened three times, simultaneously lit up with a red light.

Then, a surge of intense gazes and a fixed gaze merged together.

Although the two forces have relatively opposite aspects.

But at this moment, a perfect fusion has been achieved.

These two pairs of eyes are the 'backup blood source' of his two brothers.

Because their bodies are cultivated, they are often damaged and diseased.

The organ most susceptible to disease is their eyes, which bear the essence of sainthood.

This is also one of the means by which those who created them control them.

Once they escape the other's control, the more they use their abilities, the faster they will die.

Only the mastermind behind the scenes can use the 'source blood' that created them to create new organs and replace their diseased organs.

Now, he is using the blood of his two brothers to complete his final modification surgery.

"Sword Saint, please join forces and send this 'Saint Son' material into the circle first," Jin Sheng said to Nemus, suppressing his displeasure at being called that humiliating name.

“No…” Nemus looked at Moritulus, who was running towards him, and realized that he had other more important things to deal with.

“I never agreed to cooperate with you. I’m only here to deal with some old matters and see who dares to act in my name.” Nemus slightly opened his hand and placed it on the Forest Sword at his waist.

This time, Agnelli and his team changed their tactics.

Last time, their main purpose was to test whether Nemus was a substitute. After the test was completed, all that was needed was to summon the Saint to capture Nemus.

However, it turns out that even when Nemus only uses a Stand, he can still fake the feeling that he is the real Nemus.

And no one knows what methods were used, so even a saint couldn't detect any trace of it afterward.

Therefore, although they still possess the Saint's Secret Incantation, they are indeed capable of summoning the Saint once again.

However, this would inevitably drag Nems into a battle from which he would find it difficult to extricate himself.

Otherwise, if, like last time, Nemus dissipates at the first touch and his true form has already fled far away, then they are merely wasting the saint's time.

The Saint had already wasted a lot of time failing to capture Nemus last time.

So this time...

Agnelli brandished his sword.

He charged toward Nemes.

At the same time, the family-inherited characteristic "Looking Back" has also been activated.

The blade moved with a chilling intensity, as if it possessed the power to kill.

However, what awaited them was a slight flick of Nemus's sword, which sent Agnelli's sword flying to the side.

With the activation of "Look Back", the previously deviated blade turned back once more and returned to Agnelli's hand.

He crouched low, quickly approaching, his sword moving upwards, his eyes filled with joy...

Secret Sword: Dark Raven!

"Nemus, you wouldn't have guessed that I took advantage of your past contempt for me. You thought I had simply learned your swordsmanship, but actually I used my own characteristics to develop a second stage... right?!" Agnelli's thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he felt his body fly backward lightly.

"A poor imitation." Nems' comment pierced Agnelli's heart like a sharp blade.

"You still haven't figured out the true concept behind the Dark Raven move. This move is about using death to enter life, seeking a flight through death."

"The sword is your only means of crossing death."

"But you, you separated yourself from the sword..."

Nemes's unwavering criticism made Agnelli feel as if he had returned to the past.

At that time, Nemus was the same, mercilessly pointing out their problems during swordsmanship instruction.

He could only awkwardly smile as he endured Nemus's criticism.

But now it's different; they are the winners, and Nemes is just a loser.

"Shut up, you lowly demon!" Agnelli roared angrily, preparing to get up.

However, the next moment, Nemus's blade was already pressed against his forehead.

He has already been promoted to the Gold rank; the two are not even on the same level.

But killing him so easily would be too lenient.

As Nemes spoke, he snapped his fingers.

A burst of energy sword shot out and struck the armor of Moritulus, who was rushing forward.

It was clearly a sword of energy the size of a finger, yet it had the effect of a blunt weapon.

Moritolus was thrown back and flew to one side.

Then, with a slight brow twitching, he unleashed his aura, and the spell that Aimer was preparing to cast was struck by a powerful force.

The spell she was building failed, and Aimelu groaned. The backlash to her mind prevented her from casting a spell again for a short period of time.

"You guys are really quite a bit behind."

Nemes said softly, yet those very words became the sharpest weapon against these two.

He knew perfectly well what the words that would most provoke them both were.

Agnelli's problem lies in his inferiority complex, while Emerald's problem lies in her lack of confidence in her own abilities.

That's right, Aimee always boasted that others didn't work as hard as she did, and that ordinary people didn't deserve the opportunity.

But what she kept talking about was her own efforts, not her abilities.

In terms of talent and ability, Emerald could have done much better, but she chose a shortcut: relying on others.

She believed deep down that she was not worthy, and her efforts were just a cover-up, and she was using them in the wrong direction.

She tries hard to disguise herself, but if she had given up this disguise and devoted all her energy to self-improvement, she might have already shone brightly instead of being like she is now.

"It shatters at the slightest touch. Let's summon that saint instead!" Nemus said, seemingly already having a solution for dealing with the saint!

Chapter 347 Unworthy

However, the more Nemes acted this way, the more cautious Agnelli became.

He knew exactly where their bargaining chips lay, and he also knew where the point of contention lay in his game with Nems.

He only had two chips in his hand: one was their lives, and the other was the Saint's Secret Curse on Moritulus.

He tried to outsmart Naim by taking advantage of his carelessness, but failed.

Agnelli understood that of these two chips, their lives could be taken away by Nemes at any time. Their only value was to become clowns, using their comical performances to amuse Nemes and then make Nemes truly careless.

In this process, various means were used to make Naims sink deeper and deeper.

Only after the Sage summons this card can he truly crush Nemus.

At this point in the game, he had to be patient and endure the humiliation brought by Nems.

"You two are essentially the same: one is insecure, and the other lacks confidence."

"I felt unworthy of everything I should have."

“When this feeling of unworthiness reaches its peak, you choose betrayal.” Nemus looked at Aimelu.

This is the real reason she chose to betray. When she discovered Nemus's scheme, her first reaction was not concern about the potential risks involved, but rather a feeling that she was unworthy.

The prospect of changing the world weighed heavily on her, filling her with panic and unease. She felt from the bottom of her heart that she was just a lowly person and unworthy of it.

Then comes the judgment about the risks involved, such as the potential impact on one's future and the possibility of losing one's life in the process.

Aimelu's expression froze; this was the last flaw in her near-perfect disguise.

The 'Aimelu' who followed Nemus was so dazzling in her disguise that she, the imposter, felt unworthy of it. Thus, the highest level of disguise, the perfect transformation into the disguised being, was something she could never achieve.

“And you, on the other hand, are insecure.” Nemus pointed out Emerald’s problem and then looked at Agnelli.

Agnelli was actually quite talented, but he was an illegitimate son, and because of his family background, he had always suppressed his own potential.

The more you suppress your feelings, the more inferior you become.

This inferiority complex has overcome everything else.