Devil's Bible

Chapter 148 is my question to you.

The merchant's principles, his own beliefs, and his gratitude and loyalty to Nemes were all integrated into his spiritual power at this moment.

Although their mental energy was being squeezed, it was flowing like water, fluctuating with Das.

Wave-type spell - Impact Drill.

Drive the media to make rapid impact with high-frequency mental energy.

At that moment, the rain surged forward, transforming into a column of white water that shot straight out.

Daros sidestepped and raised his sword, parrying diagonally. The water jet pierced through the sword and landed on it before grazing his body and disappearing.

He turned his body and swung his sword, and his eyes immediately noticed a nick in his blade.

He immediately realized that if this spell hit his eyes or other vital areas, even if he was made of steel, he would only face certain death.

The amplitude of spell values ​​is still too high.

Before Daros could think it through, the scavenger leader had already rushed up to him.

The limp, gritty arm was already reaching for Daros.

"It's good to join forces." Daros's face beamed with even more joy.

If they've joined forces, then the connection between the tavern smuggling organization and the fictitious agreement is even deeper.

He glanced to the other side out of the corner of his eye and saw that among the few people left in the tavern, morale had already begun to crumble.

One of them has already run away.

The others turned their attention to the goods scattered on the ground.

Some people wanted to gather the goods and take them elsewhere, while others wanted to take some for themselves.

"As expected, a rabble." Daros made no attempt to hide his contempt for these people.

If these people could unite, they might be able to take most of the goods, but given their current lack of coordination, it's virtually impossible for them to be taken away.

With a flick of the blade, an arm was severed and flew to the side.

“I think you have no idea of ​​the difference between the Steel Seed and the Black Stone Seed!” Daros said softly.

He wasn't talking to the Scavenger leader or Das; he was simply indulging in his own sense of superiority.

The battles between superhumans are simply battles of numbers!

If the Scavenger Leader doesn't mutate, his stats are just a fraction of Daros's.

"Your mutated flesh and blood are nothing but air before me!" As the words fell, a flash of sword light appeared.

In just a moment, the Scavenger leader had more than a dozen bloody marks on his body.

The numerical superiority represents the superiority of strength, speed, reaction time, and defense.

Under all-around suppression, that pile of exaggerated, deformed chunks of flesh was nothing more than chunks of flesh.

The scattered bodies lay strewn across the ground, and the sword energy swirled, forming a current that blew away the blood and filth.

Daros, whose face was spotless, slightly turned his gaze toward Das, who was preparing a spell, and the killing intent in his eyes once again became almost tangible.

Oppression of will.

The basic ability of the Steel-type is that, after committing murder, the killing intent guides it to materialize into a form of oppression, which can interfere with the spellcaster's spellcasting to a certain extent.

If Das's mind hadn't been in a special state at that moment, this spell might have failed.

However, now, all preparations are complete!
Wave-type spell - Sweeping Tide!
A ripple spread from Das's feet.

Then, the accumulated rainwater from the clouds and rain began to ripple in an instant, creating waves.

Daros narrowed his eyes slightly, preparing himself.

Although one may despise these lowly beings, one should still show some respect for the spellcaster's magic.

However, the next moment, only one stream of water rushed towards Daros, while the majority flowed backward, sweeping up the cargo.

Then, following the direction of certain water currents, it flowed towards a corner. There, a gap in the shape of a whale's tail, which was not very large to begin with, was now getting bigger and bigger.

When the rain stops, the whale's tail will swing slightly faster due to the large amount of rainwater washing it away!
"Not good!" Daros immediately realized the problem, and his actions were even faster than his changed expression.

Dass didn't actually want to retaliate; instead, he focused on the key point—the goods.

If all the cargo can be fed into the crevice, the whale's tail will cause it to be crushed into pieces by the crevice and fall into a deeper crevice.

In that situation, even the church would find it difficult to conduct excavation.

With this evidence destroyed, Daros's claims are now baseless, and the likelihood of the matter being suppressed has increased significantly.

"Stop!" The killing intent in Daros's eyes was almost tangible. He leaped across the distance and arrived in front of Daros, his sword already in hand.

Then the blade trembled slightly and stopped right next to Das's head.

The blade sliced ​​through hair and cut through skin, causing a splatter of blood.

But it eventually stopped.

Because the goods had already fallen into the crevice, it was too late for him to rush over and retrieve them.

And this paused sword strike is actually conveying a message.

If you use magic to control the water flow and send the goods back, then you will still have a chance to survive.

Daros believed that the other spellcaster's thought process was fast enough to understand what he was trying to convey.

However, the next moment, Daros saw Das's eyes.

There was no confusion in those eyes, only absolute and unwavering conviction.

Even if we kill him, we will destroy the goods. The Dartmenley family's plan will not succeed!
This clash of wills aroused Daros's anger.

He slightly withdrew the sword in his hand, and then suddenly increased the force, about to slice off Das's head.

Boom!
The blade stopped in front of Das.

However, what brought danger was nothing compared to the hand that gripped the blade and the person who slowly emerged from behind Das.

"Nair!!" Daros exerted force with both hands, but the knight's sword remained motionless. Upon seeing the man, Daros roared.

"Sir Daros, what are you doing?"

"Why kill without cause?" Nems' voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely oppressive.

"He's a smuggler..."

"I'm asking you, why do you kill without cause!" Nemus asked again, his tone slightly harsher, accompanied by a slight increase in pressure on his hand.

The knight's sword had already left his hand, spinning and flying before landing on the ground, where it was embedded half a meter deep at an angle.

On the knight's sword, crafted from high-quality metal, several finger marks became exceptionally clear at this moment.

“Nair, don’t even think about sheltering me…” Daros’ hands trembled, blood dripping from them, as he roared angrily.

However, he was interrupted by Nemus's calm yet pressured voice.

"I'm asking you!"

"Why kill without cause!"

Anger was dispelled, and psychological defenses were broken.

Reason, however, returned at this moment.

With Nemes's arrival, the goods intended as evidence of the crime were destroyed. Although there were dead bodies at the scene representing the fabricated agreement, these alone were insufficient to convict Das.

In this case, Das is an innocent person, even a tax-paying merchant with good character.

If we deal with this kind of person decisively and catch them red-handed, all our plans will come to naught.

(End of this chapter)