Devil's Bible

Chapter 223 Completion
As Nems watched Isabella leave, he couldn't help but sigh that people like her were becoming increasingly rare.

If it were before, he might have really found it hard to let her go.

But now, Nemes has never picked her up, so naturally he can't talk about putting her down.

“Having such an opponent is not bad.” Nemus said, glancing to the side where a wisp of black smoke appeared and condensed into the shape of Kru.

"So, Lord Nemus, are you prepared for full-scale hostility?" Kru's demeanor was completely different from before.

Clearly, under the multiple curses, Kru's strength has greatly increased, and he has passed the most critical period.

"You've come at the right time. I estimate the formal battle will begin soon." Nemus could already smell the gunpowder before the big battle.

In the current situation, Rhine is hiding behind the scenes, White is watching from the sidelines, and there is also a different kind of demon in the shadows.

Isabella completely turned against herself and became obsessed with investigating her own problems.

The Dartmanley family, along with the Holy Son, were looking for an opportunity.

Meanwhile, on my side, all preparations have been completed to the extreme.

Soon we will enter the final stage, at which point everything will come together.

Now all that matters is who will make the first move.

It was at this moment that Nemus sensed some kind of information coming from him.

With his eyes slightly closed, Nemus used the rope of oath to shift his perspective, and at that moment, he saw Cecilia undergoing a change not far away.

"Has the Golden Medicine been successfully cultivated?" Nemus asked.

“That’s right, the great Lord Nemus!” the white-tailed fox said with fervor.

After submitting to Nems, Cecilia quickly fell into her hands again.

This was all thanks to Nair's uncle, Byrne.

At that moment, Nemes had already crushed Dartmanley's face to the ground with a single sword strike. As he gave a slight signal, Byrne immediately moved closer, saying that blood ties and gratitude could not be severed.

Realizing that Nemus didn't like this explanation, he immediately changed his story, describing how much trouble he, as a spy, could cause Dartmenley.

Although he was a petty person who only cared about profit, he was also a clever one.

Once the decision to switch sides was made, he immediately put himself in Naemus's shoes and stood on Naemus's side, taking the initiative to make many arrangements against the Dartmenley family for Naemus's sake.

Furthermore, many of Dartmenley's secrets and plans had already been known to Nems after Byrne's information was leaked.

"Then get ready."

“They started making preparations a few days ago, and today, after Isabella came over, she took the opportunity to recall most of the family’s personnel.”

"I reckon they've already started taking action."

Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the Dartmenley family estate, Dartmenley was giving a mobilization speech.

The Holy Son tilted his head, holding a small white wildflower in his hand, and stood behind Dartmanley, seemingly trying to identify what kind of flower it was.

“You were born in Dartment and have the blood of saints flowing through your veins. Now your family is facing a life-or-death crisis.”

“If any of you retreat now and choose to abandon your family name, I will not blame you.”

"Because the fear of death is human nature, and the will to survive is instinct."

"But the difference between us and the lowly is that we have overcome our nature and instincts and chosen glory."

"So, those who are willing to stay, those who are willing to choose the family, those who choose glory!" "For the honor of the family, for everything, let's fight!" Dartmenley said solemnly. The other family members also knew at this moment that the family had reached a critical moment. Without fighting, they would not survive.

The blood began to stir restlessly, and then it started to ignite.

Subsequently, most of the Dartmanley family members left the manor in batches, quietly heading to their designated locations according to the battle strategy agreed upon at the beginning.

Soon, only Dartmanley and the Holy Son remained in the entire manor.

"Is it really a good idea to send them to their deaths?" The Holy Son put down the flowers and asked Dartmenli.

“It’s all for the family,” Datmenley said coldly. “I’ve already investigated.”

“To extract historical data, one needs to occupy a position, just like the ‘protagonist’ in a play.”

“Nair has stirred up a storm in Tailwind Town. He is now consolidating his position step by step. In the process, anyone who has the opportunity to challenge for this position can take his place if they can defeat him.”

"Of course, we still need the help of history in this process."

"Therefore, it is still necessary to obtain the bloodline of fairies in any case."

"The earlier you step down, the greater the challenges you face, but the greater your chances of taking over. As long as you are qualified, you can earn enough historical recognition."

"So you just sent them to their deaths?" the Holy Son asked again.

“That was just a necessary sacrifice,” Dartmenley replied. “The family bloodline is cursed, and so am I.”

“They are not qualified, I am not qualified, I am too old, so it can only be you, Naim!”

“As the Holy Son, you are fully qualified.”

"We will do everything we can to pave the way for you."

"And you will become a legendary being, a saint, the new Saint Dartmenley."

"So...you're all going to your deaths?" the Holy Son asked again.

“That’s right, we all have to die, and death will clear away all obstacles for you!” At this moment, Dartmanli looked at the Holy Son with an indescribable expectation in his eyes.

"Let's go, time is running out." Datmenley said no more, took the Holy Path Sword, and closed his eyes.

Seeing the other party's resolute expression, the Holy Son nodded, then turned and walked outside.

As for the flowers he had been holding, he casually tossed them aside.

He shouldn't have become a plant that steals the chance to live from others.

The Dartmanley family, being social animals, are willing to accept him, regard him as their hope for the future, and provide him with all the sustenance. So perhaps he should also become such a social animal.

As the Holy Son departed, Dartmenley opened his eyes.

He didn't know if his choice was right or wrong, but his family had already reached this point, and he had to take a gamble.

He stood up and walked to the side. According to his measurements, the journey wasn't particularly fast, and he arrived quickly.

The house, built of exquisite stone bricks, was slashed open with an "X" by two swords, and then the bricks were kicked aside to reveal what was inside.

Inside the hall, a blood-red magic circle had been set up.

Cecilia was placed at the center of the crimson magic circle.

(End of this chapter)