Devil's Bible

Chapter 165 Shouldn't Rot
Phos looked up and saw rows of black masks.

The sight of everyone wearing black masks and the same clothing greatly shocked Phos.

Especially after understanding the meaning behind these black masks, one can't help but feel an urgent pressure.

He was practically courting death.

These black-masked individuals are definitely from the faction that is fiercely loyal to the church.

They might be doing something shady here.

But even if they are taken down, Phos probably won't fare well.

Because this involved such a huge matter, Phos couldn't help but start to doubt whether Lord Nemus could be trusted.

Lord Nemus established a fictitious agreement, and has Gemini, Becky, and other lords under his command.

They have hardly ever been in the open; they have only relied on peripheral organizations with fabricated agreements to stir up trouble.

Much of Phos's previous confidence came from Nems.

After all, Nemes could fool most of the church members, so if he succeeded, he would definitely be able to protect himself.

But at this moment, Phos lost that confidence.

A group of black masks represents a group of ascetics.

One ascetic is one thing, it might be his personal hobby, but a group of ascetics only means that this matter is of great importance to the church!
If anything happens to these people, the church will definitely send out its golden seeds, right?!

"Then, will Nemes be able to protect me then?" Phos couldn't help but waver.

Even if he succeeds in this situation, he will likely face accountability afterward.

After this idea came to mind, Phos couldn't help but explore his connection with Nemes.

Then he felt a void, as if Nems's spirit had never connected with him from beginning to end.

At this moment, Phos couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

After taking a deep breath, Fass forced himself to calm down.

Things have come to this point, and since he's already here, there's no way he can tell these ascetics that everything he said before was nonsense and whether they can reconcile.
If you can't bring yourself to say that kind of joke, then you only have one choice left.

"Fight!" With his retreat blocked and Nems's communication severed, Phos's only remaining option was to fight.

With this answer, Phos's brief moment of hesitation vanished.

Without any pause, a large amount of black energy surged into Phos's body.

At this moment, as the black energy flowed into the eyes within the body, it entered the next stage.

Phos felt as if his body was no longer under his control, yet he was also at his mercy.

His gaze drifted from his eyes and body, landing on the top of his head, becoming a third-person perspective.

From this perspective, one's body seems to be able to be driven by one's thoughts and has been sufficiently strengthened.

This is what most spellcasters will truly gain a third eye after entering the Iron Seed realm.

With this unique perspective, Phos controlled his body to quickly approach the manor.

Then a black mask appeared on one side, and the spell was cast once again.

A large number of white bullets were fired, almost completely covering Phos's movement trajectory.

Phos suddenly stopped, as if ignoring inertia, and came to an instant.

Numerous white bullets flew past him, yet none touched Phos. It was only then, with this heightened perception, that Phos realized how incredibly lucky he had been to defeat the Iron-blooded Black Mask earlier.

The opponent is quite capable, but probably not very skilled in combat, which is why I gave him the opportunity to use a simple distraction option to disable his offensive and defensive capabilities.

Furthermore, if the other party hadn't known that things might be exposed and hadn't tried to keep the secret, and hadn't created a psychological loophole by destroying Al's body, they probably would have 'committed suicide'.

Given the circumstances, the other side might not have completely lost its ability to resist. If they continued to seize the opportunity to fight, Phos might not necessarily win.

That's why, even after winning, Phos felt that all the 'glory' had been stolen by that person.

"Perhaps from the perspective of a direct confrontation, the opponent was more likely committing suicide, rather than me winning against him." At this moment, Phos also felt that he was being a bit pretentious.

But at such moments, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being pretentious.

"This may be the only and biggest stage of my life, and I am absolutely unwilling to take my final bow and end the performance here!"

"My story doesn't end there. From the moment I signed the fictitious agreement, I took control of the pen that writes my own life!"

A powerful conviction erupted, and the black aura emanating from Phos's entire body grew even stronger.

And at this moment, these black auras are also changing slightly.

Previously, it was a kind of indistinguishable black, but now, this black has a feeling of radiance.

In front of a mountain villa some distance from the manor, Nemes and Kru watched Fass's performance.

If before, Phos was merely a pawn, a pawn that brought the fictional agreement to the world's attention and then disappeared from the world's viewpoint representing the outside of the fictional agreement.

So when he made the decision to continue, his status as a pawn in Nems' eyes was automatically removed.

Just as Nemes and Kru had said before, their ideal was a flower rooted in decay.

Nemes is ruthless and has no 'goodwill' towards this world.

This world itself is rotten, and Nems is rotten too.

Only that flower called ideal should not rot.

So Nemes came here in person, hoping to see Phos's final performance.

Whether he succeeds or fails, Nemes will witness it.

Phos, who was in the center of the battlefield, was unaware of Nemus's gaze.

Or rather, after Nemus actively severed ties with him, the battle here, though orchestrated by Nemus himself, was no longer related to him.

All of this was his own choice.

Phos's spiritual power continued to radiate, and black 'mist' began to rise and fall all around him.

It was daytime, but it felt like a rainy day – the sky was dark and gloomy.

At this moment, although he has a third eye, he can still sense that he has not truly become a Steel Seed.

He still has significant barriers to overcome.

If he could completely transform the black mist around his body into that shimmering black light, then perhaps he would be considered successful.

At this moment, it's still just a little bit short, and that little bit might be the difference between life and death.

"The pressure isn't enough!" Phos felt his spirit explode and boil, but he was still a little short of breaking through the gap between the sources of power.

"Or should we just blow them up?!"

(End of this chapter)