Devil's Bible

Chapter 278 Saint's Potion

That’s all for the reminiscence.

The intensity of the battle surged dramatically in the next moment.

Countless energy fluctuations enveloped the entire area.

The intense fluctuations of various elemental energies mean that even an ordinary person who simply steps inside will instantly die.

For those who lack the necessary qualifications, being extraordinary is a fatal disease.

However, at this moment, it has become Nemus's favorite battle environment.

The chaotic changes in the elements can be extremely difficult for spellcasters because the elements are so complex.

But for Nemes, this was just right.

Because he doesn't rely on mental power to manipulate the elements, but rather on the accumulation and changes of luck to mobilize them.

As long as he has the luck on him and there are corresponding elements around him, he doesn't need to search for elements; instead, he can let the corresponding elements come to him through the connection.

The ice sword in Nemus's hand condensed once more.

Compared to other elements, the ice sword is the sharpest and strongest.

The Qi Sword has more variations and is more flexible.

As for the other elements, Nems isn't very familiar with them yet; he'll study them more later.

While multitasking and contemplating the vessel of the Sword of Fortune, Nemus's speed was increased to the extreme with the numerical boost.

Even with the Rhine Gold Seal's mental perception abilities, it wasn't very effective at keeping track of Nemus's movements at this moment.

However, Rhine quickly ascertained Nems's whereabouts.

Because Nems suddenly appeared in front of him and his movements became relatively slow.

Although it was still very fast, at least his mental power was now able to capture it.

“This is… distance?!” Nemus’s eyes lit up.

A layer of space appeared in front of Rhine at some unknown time. This layer of space did not form an obstacle, but rather lengthened the distance.

Rhine's body length is about three meters, which is roughly equivalent to fifteen meters.

This is why Nems suddenly slowed down.

In reality, his speed didn't change; only the distance he traveled changed.

The surging spiritual power found its target at this moment, and green vines emerged, growing rapidly and completely sealing off the space around Naimus.

Life Shapes Celestial Plants!
These plants don't possess any special abilities; they are simply resilient because they grow in the celestial realm.

The ice sword transformed into a slightly blue light, severing all the nearby plants.

White stayed far away, using his spatial abilities to provide assistance.

In comparison, Isabella and the Holy Son could only watch from the sidelines.

The Holy Son had considered going in to help, but his instincts reminded him otherwise.

The current battle is beyond his ability to participate in.

If he were to participate with his half-baked Polaris swordsmanship learned from Zovin, he would suffer the same fate as Zovin.

A wisp of sword energy from Nemus pierced his head in an instant, and he died.

The Holy Son pondered why Nemus was so powerful.

The memory of meeting Nems before came to mind.

At that time, he had just been taken down from Mount Dolos by Daros, who wanted to see the world, and then he met Nemus outside the city.

When he said his name was Nem, Nem seemed to be referring to his real name, Nem, an individual whose name was the opposite of his.

And at that time he said he would meet Nemus later. Now it has come to pass; he has met Nemus, but he is no longer Nemus's main adversary.

Instead, they are 'bystanders' who can hardly even participate in the battle.

Naim was now observing Naim intently, and his breathing became increasingly similar to Naim's.

Gradually, Naim noticed something, and his perspective began to change.

Then he saw many things surrounding him.

Furthermore, the essence of the saint continued to reveal himself to him, and a great deal of information related to these things surrounding him flowed into his mind.

"These things are a matter of luck, but also a boost from history!"

“According to the original ‘history,’ I should be the protagonist of this history, and I should be the one to drive the changes in Baiwei Town.”

"However, Nemus extracts the historical number and drives historical change. Only by killing me can he truly complete the extraction of the historical number."

At this moment, Naim achieved enlightenment.

He had mastered 90% of Nemus's Breath of the Wind technique, but he could only master about 30% of Nemus's Sword of the Wind technique.

He lacks the relevant characteristics and needs to constantly practice, comprehend, and then refine them in order to acquire the corresponding characteristics from swordsmanship, and then use those characteristics to further refine his swordsmanship.

"Therefore, I still lack the method to utilize this power."

"No, my stats aren't high enough. The Sword of Fortune can't achieve the same effect as Nemus."

“I’m still missing the most important piece of the puzzle…” Naim thought instinctively, and it was at that moment that he sensed a change in the fortunes around him.

Part of it started operating automatically, and then Naim sensed something very important rapidly approaching.

“It’s underground…” Naim’s gaze followed the connection to the underground.

Naim's strange movements caught the attention of Isabella, who was standing nearby.

Before she could ask, the ground rose slightly, the soil broke apart, and then a hideous skeletal monster emerged from the ground.

Isabella instinctively went on alert.

However, the skeletal monster did not attack them.

He stared blankly at Isabella, then, presumably at the mouth, his bones opened and closed slightly, and he uttered a very hoarse and indistinct cry: "Isabella."

"Jacques...!" Upon hearing that voice, Isabella's memories, though not distant yet hazy, began to resurface, and she called out Jacques's name somewhat uncertainly.

"Isabella..." The call that came again carried a hint of joy.

Seeing Jacques in this state, Isabella clenched her fists, her anger towards Nemes transforming into a resolute determination.

However, Jacques acted before her.

His enormous and sharp bone claws pierced his own chest in an instant.

After letting out a roar, the skeletal monster ripped open its body, revealing Jacques's emaciated, almost inhuman form inside.

He reached out his hand, his gaze fixed on Naim, who was not far away.

Then he slashed his own hand.

Some golden blood flowed from Jacques's arm.

Upon seeing the blood, Isabella was stunned, and Naim, who was next to her, also felt his body begin to heat up.

Even the attention of Rhine, White, and Nems on the other side was drawn over.

"The Saint's Elixir!"

The old pastor had injected Jacques with a small dose of the Holy Potion, but before he died, he gave Jacques some related items.