Devil's Bible

Chapter 105 The Alchemist (Sixth of Twenty Chapters Since Launch)
At this point, the burly man finally reacted.

"Anyone can talk, but most people can't keep their promises." His voice trembled as he spoke, as if he were enduring something, making it very difficult for him to speak.

"Isn't it a skill that I was able to find you in the crowd?"

"After finding you, I did not report you to the church, and I believe I have already shown you a certain degree of leniency."

Naim tilted his head slightly, his long white hair slipping down from behind his ears. He slowly rolled the white hair into a circle with his fingers and then stretched it out.

“That’s not enough. My relationship with the Floating World Society is merely one of cooperation. What you want is submission!” the burly man said, then took out a scale from under his black robe.

"An alchemist?" Nemus was slightly delighted; he really hadn't expected that the person in front of him would be an alchemist.

"Although I am not good at fighting, I would like to discuss combat strength with you."

“If I win, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, I will use this to seal your perception of my identity.” As the alchemist finished speaking, one side of the scales he had taken out immediately sank.

“And if I lose, then as you see it, I will submit to you.” Then something invisible fell on the other side of the scale, thus creating a balanced equilibrium.

"Is this the alchemical contract?" Nemus's closed eyes seemed to open slightly, and he plucked a white hair: "Then I agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man slammed his hands on the ground, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy that penetrated deep into the earth.

The impression given is that alchemists become both incredibly small and incredibly vast.

He seemed to have become some kind of bridge, connecting the heavens and the earth.

Then the earth began to tremble, rapidly changing and twisting.

The ground surged like ocean waves, and a large amount of soil clung together, as if a giant hand was slamming down on Nemus.

"He has some skill," Nemus commented, flicking his finger as the white hair in his hand flew out.

The next instant, the white hair twisted and was then swept up by the giant hand of earth.

"Gods cannot be dissolved in the mortal world!" Nemus murmured, and then, from the point where the hair was incorporated, the original soil quickly changed.

Rays of light pierced the soil, and the once fluid soil was quickly disrupted in the process.

When they reached Nemus, all the soil broke free from the alchemist's control, falling and raising dust that was just a hair's breadth away from Nemus.

The alchemist, who was communicating with the ether and matter above, suddenly changed his expression.

Then, gritting his teeth in resentment, he closed his eyes once more, immersing himself in the changes of the world, seeking the workings of it.

He didn't want to lose, no matter what.

As communication was completed and changes occurred between superiors and subordinates, the wind that had stirred up the dust began to carry an ominous scent.

These winds moved swiftly, then formed an encirclement, drawing closer to Nems.

"Astral Wind!" This alters the properties of matter, temporarily causing it to gravitate towards astral characteristics.

As it was being processed, the alchemist let out a painful roar, as if countless tiny knives were cutting and scraping at his mind.

Alchemists are spellcasters, and according to the old priest's theory, the core of a spellcaster is the link.

Alchemists connect with all kinds of matter, as well as the astral plane and etheric plane above matter.

Under the link, alchemy can adjust the properties of matter; however, in this process, it must act as the link itself to bear the reaction force brought about by the change.

“Commendable courage!” Nems commented, then took a deep breath.

The astral winds blowing towards him were quickly absorbed by Nemus. The massive mental impact seemed to have struck metal and stone, leaving no trace. Astral winds are a kind of mental wind, capable of having a profound effect on one's mind.

However, even disregarding Nemus's true spirit structure, the body Nemus is currently using is almost immune to this astral wind.

After all, the Prayer Angels were created by God to fight against other gods or mythical beings.

Most of these battles take place in the astral plane or the etheric plane.

If one cannot be immune to the astral winds that may appear at any time in the astral plane, then there is no point in talking about combat units.

"Alright, stop!" As soon as Nemus finished speaking, his body seemed to flash with light, and he instantly appeared not far from the alchemist. His hand, which seemed to shimmer with light, landed on the alchemist's head.

The mental anguish caused by the connection with the astral winds was now greatly relieved.

“Although alchemy is the supernatural profession least affected by the number of seeds, when the difference in the number of seeds is too great, alchemy can hardly bridge the gap between us,” Nemus said seriously.

At the same time, they achieved victory in this battle.

Nems then slightly suppressed the surging message of discipline, slowing it down.

He looked at the people around him.

"Join the Fiction Protocol. Whatever your motives, the Fiction Protocol will accommodate you."

Most of them were former members of the Floating World Society and were under the management of alchemists.

Seeing that even the elders had lost, and now that the Floating World Society was gone, they really needed a new organization to provide a platform for them to survive.

As a result, most of these people chose to join the cult founded by Nemes—the Fictional Protocol.

With the addition of these people, the precepts changed once again.

The precepts have been updated.

[Main Commandment: Keeping the Oath]

[Discipline Feedback: New Addition – (Nature Change): The instrument can undergo a certain degree of nature change.]

[Main Law: Forgiveness]

[Discipline Feedback: New (Fictitious Agreement) – Fictitious Agreement: Multiple agreements with members ensure unified ownership and effectiveness, facilitating control over members.]

"Oh, it's amazing that my newly formed group can develop corresponding characteristics." Nemus felt a sense of pleasure; it was yet another new discovery.

If we can discover the underlying patterns, we might be able to artificially create the characteristics we need.

Nemus then focused his attention on the biggest gain of this time—the alchemist.

Its main role is production, capable of crafting various alchemical tools and potions.

It is somewhat similar to shaping spells, but it is different.

Because shaping magic uses mental power to forcibly control one or more elements, but alchemists believe in the principle of "the lower is like the upper, and the upper is like the lower."

They studied the principles of the universe and then used these principles to influence things from above and below, with the ultimate goal of creating the Philosopher's Stone.

The so-called Philosopher's Stone is said to grant immortality and the ability to turn stone into gold.

In other words, as long as the Philosopher's Stone is refined, it can turn people into golden beings at will, allowing humanity to enter a golden age.

(End of this chapter)