Devil's Bible

Chapter 309 Saint

Without any hesitation, Moritolus charged toward Nemes.

He roared, and a thick crimson hue emanated from beneath his armor.

This made Nemus frown. Although Moritulus had been taciturn, he was not an irrational monster.

Most importantly, Nemus sensed the aura of an alien demon on Moritulus.

There aren't many mutant demons, since mutants are formed only when the soul is abnormal.

Instead, it gives people the feeling that alien demons are not very common.

"So, is there something unusual about Moriturus as well?" Nemus couldn't help but wonder.

He remembered that at the very beginning, Moritulus was only sealed with an ordinary, formal demon.

And these demons sealed by the church obviously cannot be changed at will.

"Or perhaps Moritulus's soul is special, which caused the demon to change during the process, transforming it from a regular demon into a different kind of demon."

"Or perhaps his body is special, capable of containing different demons, and he later captured a new, different kind of demon and sealed it away."

"Regardless of the type, with the Church's capabilities, it can strengthen him to the level of the first tier of Golden Seeds."

"But is that enough?" Nemus dodged Moriturus's charge, his aura sword easily slicing through Moriturus's armor.

The other party's true face, which they had never shown to others, could no longer be concealed.

Its entire body was covered in black scales, and its horns on its head and tail behind it had been cut off.

His hands, having been confined within the armor for so long, had become deformed, with countless pieces of flesh and scales crammed together.

The only thing that was 'normal' was probably his face.

It was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man; Nems vaguely seemed to have seen this face before.

With his current golden-seed-like memory, he quickly recalled it.

Does this face look like that of a fanatic in the church?

Nemus raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing something was amiss. He had read Moritorus's file, and Moritorus certainly didn't look like this before he was possessed by the demon.

However, there was no significant change in his aura or anything else.

Although there are some differences from before, the main theme is still Moritorus!
Even more eccentric than him was Moritorus.

The moment his true face was revealed, the reflection of the sword in Moritulus's hand allowed him to see his own face.

Then Moritolus's entire body began to undergo a dramatic change, emanating a blood-red aura.

He threw the sword aside and then grabbed his face with both hands.

The face, which was originally covered in these kneading and squeezing, changed rapidly.

"Aaaaaah!" Moritulus roared, and then his face was torn off, revealing not flesh and blood, but another face underneath.

A face that Nemes had seen in the Moritorus archives.

"Nemus, run!" At that moment, Moritulus's gaze became familiar: "I have a Saint's Secret Spell on me!"

After Moritolus said this, his face began to change again.

His skin and flesh writhed, and then a new face appeared on his face.

"Nemus, you're finally out! I'm going to kill you, wipe out your entire Anin family!!!" Moritulus screamed madly, his eyes and tone now completely different.

This person was once an enemy of the Anin family. When he sought revenge against Nemus, he was easily defeated by Nemus. Nemus did not kill him at the time, but now he is inside Moritulus's body.

At this moment, Nemes had a general understanding of Moriturus's situation.

His body had become a hodgepodge, with various people possessing him for various reasons since the demon first possessed him.

Judging from some of the details, these people were possessed partly because of their special physical condition, and partly because the church was actively facilitating it.

And this incident most likely occurred during the period when he was betrayed.

“I knew it. No matter how bad I am, I wouldn’t be so bad that all my teammates would betray me.” Nemus smiled, ignoring Moritorus’s reminder.

"Although I don't know what the Saint's Secret Incantation is, you all seem to underestimate me!" Nemus's sword of energy changed.

"Let me cut you open and liberate the real Moritulus."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright white light flashed within Moritulus's body, instantly piercing through Nemus's body.

Then these white lights continued to spread rapidly, attempting to penetrate the body and pierce the soul.

A figure also vaguely appeared at this moment.

This person was covered in various colors, including black and white, and his clothes were also different colors.

But the moment I saw this person, it seemed that only one color remained in my eyes—golden yellow!
Its flesh is golden yellow, and its blood is golden yellow!

This is a way for people to praise a saint.

This figure was none other than the Saint!
When it comes to matters of great importance concerning God, Nemus, who was sacrificed to become a prayer angel, has become a different kind of demon, and his prayer angel body has become his clone.

In this situation, if Nemus cannot be found among the Gold-type, how could they possibly only send a few Steel-type?

Saints, as representatives of God, are bound to appear.

If we can capture Nemus, we might be able to find out what really happened in the Abyss.

So that in the process, they could do their utmost to help God recover.

"Indeed cunning!" With a wave of his hand, the pierced Nemus had changed his appearance.

Although he had never met the person before, he knew their identity at a glance.

He was a local Ironblood paladin from Nanping Town who had his memories completely rewritten not long ago.

She was then manipulated and became Nemus's stand-in.

Although they are connected, they are not the same person.

“But in order to make it realistic, you still used his body and used a technique similar to ‘descent’. These traces…” The sage saw through everything.

Then suddenly he discovered that all the traces had disappeared.

The saint narrowed his eyes, and countless things changed, the past and the future intertwined in that instant.

However, he still found no trace of Nemes.

It was as if, in an instant, everything about Nemus had been banished from the world.

The saint was not angry. He looked around and found some clues to the dream.

But upon closer inspection, it turns out that they were all planted unintentionally by a man named Phaethon, and they themselves had no connection with Nems.

The key point is that this dream spell is still in effect, but where have Phaethon and those followers of the fabricated agreement gone?

(End of this chapter)