Devil's Bible

Chapter 164 Continues
The several shifts in his mental state caused Phos's mental state to cool down.

Of course, along with this, the state of having eyes within the body also disappeared.

“You can escape now,” Nems’ voice rang out again. “I have a way to get rid of Isabella’s pursuit of you.”

"You've provided enough data this time too."

"So you've accomplished your mission. Once you disappear and are no longer tracked, Isabella will gradually shift her attention to this area, and my other plan will be completed."

"So what do you think?"

The question left Fass somewhat bewildered.

Upon hearing Nemus say that he had essentially completed his mission, he felt a surge of joy, but this was quickly followed by an indescribable sense of melancholy.

He felt as if he were stepping off the stage.

In the previous scene, the one who received cheers and applause was not the victor.

Rather, it was the black mask that, though defeated by itself, revealed the unwavering faith of a ascetic.

Even Phos was shocked by the other party's unwavering belief.

So the spotlight of that battle naturally fell on the opponent.

"Is this all there is to it?" Phos asked himself.

If you make it to the end, escape, and become the ultimate winner, your future will be secure.

Everything seems to be fine.

Given his abilities, it's already quite an achievement that he's gotten this far.

If this continues, he can't guarantee his safety.

It seems this is the best he can do.

“Lord Nemus, I…” Fass opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was withdrawing and asking him to help cover up his escape.

But then he discovered that the world before his eyes was being distorted.

The familiar alternation of hot and cold, the familiar sight within the body—it appeared once again.

“Your spirit seems to have already provided the answer,” Nemus said with admiration.

At that moment, all of Phos's thoughts were shattered.

The emotions hidden beneath reason became his only thought.

"I'm not reconciled!!"

"I'm absolutely not satisfied!!"

“I still want to continue!” Fass solemnly conveyed his thoughts to Nemus.

“Then let’s head towards the manor; Isabella is coming,” Nems gave his instructions.

During this observation, Phos's mental response was more intense, yet also more resilient.

If Phos's success rate was only 10% last time, then now Phos has at least a 30% chance of success.

This is not low; on the contrary, it is exceptionally high.

A person who has nothing, no bloodline, no famous teacher, no strong self-potential, and relies entirely on the berserk accessories given by Nemus.

From Generation I to Generation IV, and then incorporating soul accessories.

Fass has been taking shortcuts and fast tracks all along.

In this situation, the fact that he has a 30% success rate in breaking through the limitations to become a steel species already shows that he is exceptionally compatible with those things.

If things had been slightly less severe, Phos would probably have split into a monster during the last mental vortex, or simply died from a head explosion.

Phos nodded seriously. His mental state was still a little lacking. If he could discover his ultimate potential in this desperate situation and absorb the resources he gained from others through symbiotic relationships, then he would have a new future.

This transformation is somewhat similar to an ordinary soul being thrown into the abyss, tainted by too much of the abyss's energy, and then corrupted into a demonic state.

However, Nemus's conditions are far inferior to those of the Abyss, so whether Phos can succeed depends entirely on himself, and Nemus has no guarantee of success.

With this in mind, Phos set off.

He didn't head towards the manor in a carefree manner.

Because there is definitely more than just Black Mask at the manor.

The other party, a monastic from the Discipline Church, has abandoned everything to carry out a secret mission here.

If it's a secret mission that can't be brought to light, then this matter is definitely of great importance.

You could encounter any kind of enemy here.

The previous battle with Black Mask must have alerted everyone else in the manor.

“So…” Fass took a deep breath and then quickly headed toward the manor, shouting as he went, “I know your secret, people of the Church.”

“Stay here. Kill me, or like the previous person, choose to commit suicide with boundary magic,” Phos said, his voice echoing throughout the manor.

At this moment, he was in an indescribable state.

On the one hand, he was cautious and carefully observed the surrounding situation to ensure that he would not be instantly killed by a sudden attack.

On the other hand, he boldly provoked and uttered hurtful words.

As long as his words are there, the person behind it will not be able to simply bury the 'evidence' in the manor and then choose to escape.

"They will definitely come to kill me!" Phos seemed to be burning with fear, excitement, and even a strange sense of happiness.

That kind of happiness of standing on the stage and being the center of attention.

From a child in the slums to this point, it's like riding the waves; he has reached the pinnacle.

Under these mental conditions, Phos's spirit became increasingly active.

They then quickly located the enemy's position.

The black aura became even more active at this moment, rapidly pulsating and merging into the steel ball.

Layer upon layer of steel balls move to fixed positions, echoing the stars in the sky, thus forming a force field shield.

Almost the instant the shield was formed, a large number of white, bullet-shaped objects flew in from one side.

The projectiles struck the shield rapidly, causing ripples in the air.

"They're all elites!" Phos could sense the numerical values ​​in these spells. The values ​​weren't too high, so they were very likely not Iron-type.

However, Phos did not underestimate his opponent because of this.

The spell multiplier is extremely high.

A priest with a stat of 7 can achieve a 3x multiplier and deal over 20 points of damage with a slightly better spell.

Phos's steel ball force field shield only has a protection value of twenty.

Judging from these projectiles, these people are basically the church's elite, capable of casting spells with a multiplier of three, or even higher.

Therefore, if one is not careful and is hit by any attack spell, one may die as a result.

Having averted the attack, Phos did not retaliate immediately. Instead, he enveloped himself in black aura and lunged toward the side.

Sure enough, other attacks followed.

A beam of light descended from the sky, a blinding white light that seemed capable of purifying everything.

(End of this chapter)