Devil's Bible

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Taking the sword, Nemus charged straight into a cave entrance.

After chasing for a few minutes, Nemus finally heard voices ahead.

As they quickly approached, Nemus discovered that there was a geological cavity ahead, and there were about a dozen people inside.

They all had wounds of various sizes on their bodies, but none of them were bleeding; instead, chunks of flesh were attached to them.

Every so often, chunks of flesh could be seen burrowing into their bodies through the wounds.

This is the process by which the flesh-and-blood monster urges these people to kill each other.

The chunks of flesh attached to their bodies served as their timers.

These chunks of meat are meant to eat meat, and the moment they attach themselves to the host, they urge the host to feed them meat.

If you don't want to feed yourself, then you have to feed other people's flesh.

Therefore, in the first stage, these people need to obtain enough meat.

In the second stage, the flesh chunks grew countless tiny tentacles that penetrated deep into their bodies.

At this time, they will feel a sense of hunger.

If this hunger is not satisfied, they will feel as if mouths are biting them all over their body.

Hunger and pain can make them completely abandon all human morality.

From the very first stage, when they begin feeding their own flesh with the flesh of their own kind, their moral decline will be completed rapidly.

Killing each other and fighting for the ultimate victory is something they do without thinking.

These people have now completed the first phase.

Besides these living people, the flesh-and-blood monster also brought back some of the corpses of the caravan guards and clergy who had resisted him.

As their bodies were being burrowed into by chunks of flesh, they were forced to begin sliding down the slope.

The hunger is growing stronger, and there aren't enough corpses left.

So some people couldn't help but look around at their familiar companions.

However, at that moment, the sound of wading through water outside made them all look towards the cave entrance.

At this moment, their eyes were bloodshot, their bodies were emaciated, and drool was dripping from their mouths. They looked like evil demons, ready to pounce at any moment and bite Nemus to death.

Divine Art - Special Dispelling and Purification Spell!

The purifying light shone at that moment, and Sanwu, following behind Nemus, was already prepared to cast a spell the moment he saw the situation.

Furthermore, the spell cast was specifically designed to target flesh-and-blood monsters, which possess extremely high holy resistance.

However, most of the people parasitized by the flesh did not have any intention of asking for help at this moment, but instead retreated repeatedly.

Because at the moment the light shone, the chunks of flesh on the body were not immediately dispersed, but instead continued to struggle.

It felt as if all the tendons in their body were being pulled out, a sensation that instilled a peculiar sense of panic in them.

They didn't know why they were panicking, but at that moment, they could only follow that panic to avoid the special light of the purification spell.

But Nemes, an outsider, saw things more clearly than they did.

Because a moral decline has already begun.

With the flesh parasitizing them, and facing a life-or-death crisis, they had no time to think about these issues.

When taking the meat, they naturally attributed all the problems to the pieces of meat on their bodies.

However, over time, the meat chunks and they became more and more closely bound together.

They gradually came to enjoy the pleasure of eating meat.

In this situation, if they were to remove the pieces of flesh from their bodies, the 'sins' they could be guilty of would be purified.

But they discovered that they couldn't be clean.

Initially, the flesh only propelled their moral decline through pain.

Then, the feeling of hunger was added as a further element.

Under external forces, their cognition has collapsed, thus resisting the reconstruction of normal cognition.

People who have experienced and accepted the abnormal find it difficult to accept the normal.

That's the source of their panic.

They cannot accept their past behavior and feel that they can never go back to the way things were.

The more they tried to dodge, the more ferocious the chunks of flesh became, quickly burrowing into their flesh.

Their bodies also rapidly degenerate during this process.

In comparison, there was a gaunt person who approached the light of purification at that moment.

The chunks of flesh tried to burrow into their bodies, but they didn't succeed and were expelled from their bodies by the light of purification.

The church once captured this derivative monster and conducted corresponding research.

The faster the moral decline, the faster these monster flesh will transform them.

These pieces of meat are deeply connected to one's mental state.

The emaciated man was not feeding the meat chunks with other people's flesh; he endured the pain and resisted the temptation.

Rescue arrived.

Nemes stood in the hollow water, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

He could sense it; the stench of the flesh-and-blood monster permeated the entire place.

And...there was more than one.

The next moment, a huge dark shadow approached from the bottom of the water.

The whip claw, made of a lot of muscle and a little bone, was already swinging towards Nemus.

There were more than ten of them, and I didn't hear a sound at all as they approached.

Because the speed was too fast, it exceeded the speed of sound.

The sound of the water exploding only reached us the moment Nemes swung his sword and severed the whip claw.

At the same time, a huge dark shadow appeared above Nemus's head.

Chapter 332 Jet Pre-emption

The monster descending from above, like a giant sack, was about to engulf Nemus.

At this moment, Nemus was observing the monster opposite him, whose entire body was covered in a disgusting stench.

But this stench is precisely its best protective layer.

Nemus discovered that his mental power was simply insufficient to accurately locate the monster.

The pastor's senses were somewhat impaired when he came into contact with these foul smells.

So much so that even though the monster was enormous, Nemus was unable to sense it when it was lurking.

This ability is unlikely to have evolved naturally. After all, the church's clergy had fought against flesh-and-blood monsters before, but they had not discovered this ability to affect perception due to the stench.

However, Nemus did not directly sense the two monsters with his mental power.

However, his perception of the outside world is not limited to mental power.

Compared to mental power, Nemus is now more adept at using his most instinctive sense of danger.

Subtle fluctuations in life instinct, slight changes in airflow, and subtle changes in light under the illumination of the Three-Five Light Spell.

Everything was reminding Nemus that something was wrong with the top of his head.

The sword blade swung, stirring up the water beneath their feet.

Sword of Fortune: Cold Marquis!

A bone-chilling cold spread instantly.

A large amount of water flowed upwards and quickly froze, causing countless ice spikes to rise and pierce the swooping monster. At the same time, more ice pillars held it back, preventing it from continuing its descent.

The monster's muscles were rapidly writhing and straining, snapping the ice spikes before it could launch another attack on Nemus.

More ice spikes then began to protrude towards them.

The two monsters leaped out of the water in an instant.

With a snap, the two monsters were spread out and stuck to the rock wall.

The two monsters were completely devoid of flesh and blood, consisting entirely of muscle except for a few bones, one large and one small.

The small ones were the first to emerge from the water.

It looks like a flattened meat pie.

As it retracts, countless strips of meat sway.

The other one was much larger. Now, the wounds on its body were wriggling, squeezing out the broken ice spikes, and the wounds that had been pierced were quickly healing as it wriggled.

Nemus stepped onto the ice and quickly approached the two monsters.

At that moment, the smaller monster suddenly emitted a spiritual fluctuation around its body, which quickly transformed into a dense aura.

A crimson mist rushed towards Nemus.

It was that foul smell that interfered with his mental perception.

It was at this moment that Nemus learned the source of the stench.

Scent-based spell: Skunk Spell.

Scent-based spells are extremely rare, and another file came to mind.

When the flesh monsters first appeared, a team of clergy went to investigate.

Most of the team members died, with only one person escaping and providing a flesh sample of the flesh monster.

However, during this process, that person did not actually confirm whether their teammate was truly dead.

He made this guess instinctively.

Among his teammates, one of them was skilled in scent-based magic.

Judging from the current situation, the smaller monster is the one that the priest transformed into.

Because they possess numerical values, they actually develop very well after being transformed.

Furthermore, judging from the fact that it is still able to cast spells, it has not completely lost its rationality; it has only lost its personality.

Therefore, it can still cast spells, and even the spells change as it changes with its own mutation.

A thought flashed through Naim's mind: after switching to mental power cultivation, he found that his thinking speed and calculation ability had been greatly improved.

Even under these circumstances, he can still think quickly and take all factors into account.

With a flick of his sword, the ice spikes that had been flying and protruding shattered in an instant.

Large amounts of ice powder crystals flew towards the red mist ahead, and during this flight, they quickly transformed into water vapor.

The moment the moisture merged into the red mist, a chill swept in again, freezing all the mist instantly.

The red frost shifted and obscured everything in front of it.

The next moment, Nemus, sword in hand, leaped out of the frost.

The sword in his hand swung accordingly.

With a single sword strike, most of the muscle was severed, causing its once robust body to come to a standstill, making it difficult to exert force for a short period of time.

At this moment, mental strength and luck combined, and through communication, they quickly locked onto the target's fatal weakness.

Although he knew that it came from a clergyman, Nemus did not hesitate at all.

The second sword strike followed instantly.

A slightly different-looking piece of flesh inside the small monster's body was pinned down by a single sword strike.

Then fierce flames burned on the sword, completely incinerating the lump of flesh.

The Sword of Fortune - Bifang!