Devil's Bible

Chapter 332 Jet Pre-emption
The monster descending from above, like a giant sack, was about to engulf Nemus.

At this moment, Nemus was observing the monster opposite him, whose entire body was covered in a disgusting stench.

But this stench is precisely its best protective layer.

Nemus discovered that his mental power was simply insufficient to accurately locate the monster.

The pastor's senses were somewhat impaired when he came into contact with these foul smells.

So much so that even though the monster was enormous, Nemus was unable to sense it when it was lurking.

This ability is unlikely to have evolved naturally. After all, the church's clergy had fought against flesh-and-blood monsters before, but they had not discovered this ability to affect perception due to the stench.

However, Nemus did not directly sense the two monsters with his mental power.

However, his perception of the outside world is not limited to mental power.

Compared to mental power, Nemus is now more adept at using his most instinctive sense of danger.

Subtle fluctuations in life instinct, slight changes in airflow, and subtle changes in light under the illumination of the Three-Five Light Spell.

Everything was reminding Nemus that something was wrong with the top of his head.

The sword blade swung, stirring up the water beneath their feet.

Sword of Fortune: Cold Marquis!
A bone-chilling cold spread instantly.

A large amount of water flowed upwards and quickly froze, causing countless ice spikes to rise and pierce the swooping monster. At the same time, more ice pillars held it back, preventing it from continuing its descent.

The monster's muscles were rapidly writhing and straining, snapping the ice spikes before it could launch another attack on Nemus.

More ice spikes then began to protrude towards them.

The two monsters leaped out of the water in an instant.

With a snap, the two monsters were spread out and stuck to the rock wall.

The two monsters were completely devoid of flesh and blood, consisting entirely of muscle except for a few bones, one large and one small.

The small ones were the first to emerge from the water.

It looks like a flattened meat pie.

As it retracts, countless strips of meat sway.

The other one was much larger. Now, the wounds on its body were wriggling, squeezing out the broken ice spikes, and the wounds that had been pierced were quickly healing as it wriggled.

Nemus stepped onto the ice and quickly approached the two monsters.

At that moment, the smaller monster suddenly emitted a spiritual fluctuation around its body, which quickly transformed into a dense aura.

A crimson mist rushed towards Nemus.

It was that foul smell that interfered with his mental perception.

It was at this moment that Nemus learned the source of the stench.

Scent-based spell: Skunk Spell.

Scent-based spells are extremely rare, and another file came to mind.

When the flesh monsters first appeared, a team of clergy went to investigate.

Most of the team members died, with only one person escaping and providing a flesh sample of the flesh monster.

However, during this process, that person did not actually confirm whether their teammate was truly dead.

He made this guess instinctively.

Among his teammates, one of them was skilled in scent-based magic.

Judging from the current situation, the smaller monster is the one that the priest transformed into.

Because they possess numerical values, they actually develop very well after being transformed.

Furthermore, judging from the fact that it can still cast spells, it has not completely lost its rationality; it has only lost its personality. Therefore, it can still cast spells, and even the spells have changed due to its own mutation.

A thought flashed through Naim's mind: after switching to mental power cultivation, he found that his thinking speed and calculation ability had been greatly improved.

Even under these circumstances, he can still think quickly and take all factors into account.

With a flick of his sword, the ice spikes that had been flying and protruding shattered in an instant.

Large amounts of ice powder crystals flew towards the red mist ahead, and during this flight, they quickly transformed into water vapor.

The moment the moisture merged into the red mist, a chill swept in again, freezing all the mist instantly.

The red frost shifted and obscured everything in front of it.

The next moment, Nemus, sword in hand, leaped out of the frost.

The sword in his hand swung accordingly.

With a single sword strike, most of the muscle was severed, causing its once robust body to come to a standstill, making it difficult to exert force for a short period of time.

At this moment, mental strength and luck combined, and through communication, they quickly locked onto the target's fatal weakness.

Although he knew that it came from a clergyman, Nemus did not hesitate at all.

The second sword strike followed instantly.

A slightly different-looking piece of flesh inside the small monster's body was pinned down by a single sword strike.

Then fierce flames burned on the sword, completely incinerating the lump of flesh.

The Sword of Fortune - Bifang!
Within the mass of flesh, there was an extremely obvious spiritual force struggling, roaring, and then dying.

With a flick of his sword, Nemus saw another, larger, fleshy monster fleeing down another passage.

Just as Nemus was about to give chase, some sobbing sounds came from behind in the previously peaceful passage.

Then Nems realized that it wasn't crying, but the sound of the wind.

"The jets came ahead of schedule?" Nems narrowed his eyes.

He made a point of checking the time when he came down.

Although there were no external reference points such as the sun in the passage, Nemus had carefully observed the water level and had a corresponding judgment on the time.

Logically speaking, time shouldn't have passed that quickly.

Unless under extremely special circumstances, a floating whale can generally stay afloat for about six hours at a time.

Then, as it circulates and changes within the body, it is exhaled in one breath, forming a column of air.

"Six hours is enough for the airflow that the floating whale would normally absorb to gain the 'levitation' property. But now the airflow has surged out prematurely, without enough time to develop. The airflow may not have acquired the levitation property, and something bad is likely to happen."

"Sanwu, take the survivors and get out of here, now!" Nemus thought for a moment as he continued to chase after the flesh monster, giving the order to Sanwu.

As for the possibility of being sucked into the Abyss of Aura by the suction force of the airflow, Nemus didn't care.

To make the floating whale's breathing become difficult and cause it to exhale prematurely, it is necessary to stimulate the floating whale to a certain extent in the Abyss of Breath.

And this certainty must be—the gold level.

This contains a wealth of information.

Nemes was determined to investigate.

The closer you get to the depths of the passage, the stronger the suction becomes.

The fleshy monster fled rapidly ahead.

Before long, the suction force had become so strong that even Nemus felt it was becoming difficult to resist.

(End of this chapter)