Devil's Bible

Chapter 178 The Holy Son? !
Meanwhile, on the other side, on the back fin mountain, Daros slowly descended through the reopened mine tunnels, and then, following some kind of sense, found a place in the complex mine tunnels.

The mine tunnel, which was originally only half a person high, seemed to enter a natural cave after entering a certain place.

After tearing up another scroll of light and taking a few steps closer, Daros knew he had found the right spot.

In the distance, there was a straight 'mountain wall', and on the mountain wall, there was a 'pustule'.

When the light shines on this 'pustule,' a slightly human-shaped dark shadow can be seen inside through the slight translucency.

"Is this... the Holy Son?" Daros approached and noticed a man-made recessed staircase next to him.

Stepping onto the steps, the hard ground seemed to emit mournful sounds.

This is the sound of a whale, meaning you are in direct contact with a floating whale.

Daros paid no attention to any of this. He placed his hand lightly on the large transparent bag and then felt a pulse, a pulse of life.

"This level of vitality is probably something that can be achieved by simply breathing naturally after birth, reaching the pinnacle of the Black Stone species."

Daros stared at the large bag as if it were a work of art, a greedy glint in his eyes.

If I can absorb this, will I be able to break through my own talent limits and successfully glimpse the Golden Seed?
This greed is driven by life's essential need for further evolution.

However, in the next instant, the humanoid black figure inside the large bag stirred rapidly, and a fierce aura burst forth from it.

As if some giant beast had let out a terrifying roar, Daros's heart skipped a beat, and he went on alert, retreating backward.

He even forgot that he was on a carved-out staircase, and his body even lost its balance because of it.

However, being of steel, he immediately reacted, quickly steadied himself, and stood back on the steps.

But the greed in my heart also disappeared.

The large bag that had been rioting for a moment has now returned to calm.

Judging from the current situation, this holy son has probably been placed here since he was conceived.

He had never received any education from childhood to adulthood, and no one had ever spoken to him.

It doesn't resemble a human at all; it's more like a wild beast that has always depended on whales and grown up listening to their calls.

It is even quite possible that this 'holy child' may not even know that he is human, but rather that he is the son of a whale.

Once Daros confirmed this, he no longer hesitated.

He realized that his previous outburst of greed had alerted the other party.

So Daros decisively cut open his own palm.

The flow of blood, including that of the Dartmenley family, stirred something within them.

This shared power also piqued the curiosity of the holy son within the large package.

He had vaguely sensed some kind of connection approaching him before, but he never expected it to be this person in front of him who had ill intentions.

He hadn't met many people. In the early days, only one person whose life force was waning would come to see him regularly.

That person's emotions were so complex that he couldn't make a judgment at all.

Further afield, there are small, vulnerable individuals who live far away and rarely come over.

A number of people came recently, one of whom was particularly powerful, which frightened him.

However, those people only observed him for a moment before leaving.

These were individuals burdened with worries, and their chaotic emotions made him feel very uncomfortable.

The person in front of me is not far off; his emotions are very mixed.

One moment he's filled with joy, the next with greed, and now he's filled with anticipation. It's all so impure.

“I come from the Dartmenley family, and you and I share the same blood.” The Holy Son understood these words.

People from other places next door occasionally interact with each other.

He roughly learned the other person's words.

Given his sensitivity to emotions and mental states, it's not difficult for him to discern the meaning behind the other person's words.

Do you want to go outside?

“I have a way to get you out of here without you going hungry.” Daros observed for a moment and realized that the main purpose of the large package was to provide the Holy Son with sufficient nourishment.

The cultivation of a holy child requires a high concentration of 'holy blood' environment. In order to maintain this environment, a large amount of energy is needed to activate the holy blood.

After all, if the holy blood is not activated, it is not much different from ordinary human blood.

So many families of saints, yet many of their descendants never show any special characteristics from birth to death.

Only when one possesses a certain value or comes into contact with something high-energy will a certain essence be activated.

However, if this sacred blood environment is lacking, the Holy Son will most likely experience difficulties adapting.

This situation had occurred before when Dartmenli attempted to replicate the experiment.

Some individuals who have been immersed in the Holy Blood since childhood quickly develop various symptoms after leaving the activated Holy Blood environment.

Just like fish out of water, some of them die within a few breaths in severe cases.

The Holy Son is the same now. He has lived in a high-energy environment since childhood, and his holy blood is used to being fully activated.

Once they leave the high-energy environment, they will probably die instantly.

The old pastor's idea was simple: to develop a suitable potion, and once the Holy Son had grown to a certain stage, to inject him with the potion so that the Holy Son could fully enter the state of sainthood.

All that's needed now is to maintain this state, and the Holy Son will naturally complete his transformation and become a true saint.

Because he has never been in contact with the outside world, the Holy Son's soul is exceptionally pure and adaptable to the power of the Holy Blood, making him exceptionally likely to become a Saint.

At that time, the 'saint' will naturally be able to control his divine power and thus adapt to his energy needs.

However, the old pastor was never confident in his research on the medicine.

Activating holy blood is quite different from directly bestowing divine power by a god.

Medicine alone may not be able to achieve that result.

Compared to the old pastor, the Dartmentley family's needs were not so high-end.

All they need is gold.

Saints possess divine power and are essentially 'representatives of mythical species'. They are not mythical species themselves, but they possess some of the characteristics and stats of mythical species.

That's too high-end; the Dartmenley family doesn't even dream of it.

Therefore, their needs decreased, which led to a decrease in the treatment of the Holy Son.

Daros then produced a 'Heart of the Whale'.

This thing is made from the heart muscle of a floating whale after it dies.

It can provide a lot of energy when it is activated, but it will gradually decrease.

It's one of Dartment's most treasured collections.

(End of this chapter)