Devil's Bible

Chapter 346 Fragile

At the touch of a hair.

At this point, it seemed that no one had much reason left.

Saint Nemus shook his head as he watched Red-Eyed Three rushing towards him.

“I told you three there was no need for you to come here to die, and now you’re doing the same.” Nemus’s words were like needles piercing Red-Eyed Three’s heart.

They were merely experimental subjects, high-level cannon fodder secretly cultivated.

They have absolutely no autonomy over their own lives.

There were far more than three Red-Eyed Experiment Subjects at the time.

However, due to limited resources, they eventually had no choice but to kill each other, leaving only three survivors.

Even so, they still have a deep brotherly bond.

Under such brothers, they don't care about life and death, but they care about each other's life and death.

This mutual care is their last vestige of dignity.

Therefore, he would not hesitate to use any means to avenge his brother.

The two pairs of red eyes, which had opened three times, simultaneously lit up with a red light.

Then, a surge of intense gazes and a fixed gaze merged together.

Although the two forces have relatively opposite aspects.

But at this moment, a perfect fusion has been achieved.

These two pairs of eyes are the 'backup blood source' of his two brothers.

Because their bodies are cultivated, they are often damaged and diseased.

The organ most susceptible to disease is their eyes, which bear the essence of sainthood.

This is also one of the means by which those who created them control them.

Once they escape the other's control, the more they use their abilities, the faster they will die.

Only the mastermind behind the scenes can use the 'source blood' that created them to create new organs and replace their diseased organs.

Now, he is using the blood of his two brothers to complete his final modification surgery.

"Sword Saint, please join forces and send this 'Saint Son' material into the circle first," Jin Sheng said to Nemus, suppressing his displeasure at being called that humiliating name.

“No…” Nemus looked at Moritulus, who was running towards him, and realized that he had other more important things to deal with.

“I never agreed to cooperate with you. I’m only here to deal with some old matters and see who dares to act in my name.” Nemus slightly opened his hand and placed it on the Forest Sword at his waist.

This time, Agnelli and his team changed their tactics.

Last time, their main purpose was to test whether Nemus was a substitute. After the test was completed, all that was needed was to summon the Saint to capture Nemus.

However, it turns out that even when Nemus only uses a Stand, he can still fake the feeling that he is the real Nemus.

And no one knows what methods were used, so even a saint couldn't detect any trace of it afterward.

Therefore, although they still possess the Saint's Secret Incantation, they are indeed capable of summoning the Saint once again.

However, this would inevitably drag Nems into a battle from which he would find it difficult to extricate himself.

Otherwise, if, like last time, Nemus dissipates at the first touch and his true form has already fled far away, then they are merely wasting the saint's time.

The Saint had already wasted a lot of time failing to capture Nemus last time.

So this time...

Agnelli brandished his sword.

He charged toward Nemus. At the same time, the trait he inherited from his family, "Look Back," was activated.

The blade moved with a chilling intensity, as if it possessed the power to kill.

However, what awaited them was a slight flick of Nemus's sword, which sent Agnelli's sword flying to the side.

With the activation of "Look Back", the previously deviated blade turned back once more and returned to Agnelli's hand.

He crouched low, quickly approaching, his sword moving upwards, his eyes filled with joy...

Secret Sword: Dark Raven!
"Nemus, you wouldn't have guessed that I took advantage of your past contempt for me. You thought I had simply learned your swordsmanship, but actually I used my own characteristics to develop a second stage... right?!" Agnelli's thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he felt his body fly backward lightly.

"A poor imitation." Nems' comment pierced Agnelli's heart like a sharp blade.

"You still haven't figured out the true concept behind the Dark Raven move. This move is about using death to enter life, seeking a flight through death."

"The sword is your only means of crossing death."

"But you, you separated yourself from the sword..."

Nemes's unwavering criticism made Agnelli feel as if he had returned to the past.

At that time, Nemus was the same, mercilessly pointing out their problems during swordsmanship instruction.

He could only awkwardly smile as he endured Nemus's criticism.

But now it's different; they are the winners, and Nemes is just a loser.

"Shut up, you lowly demon!" Agnelli roared angrily, preparing to get up.

However, the next moment, Nemus's blade was already pressed against his forehead.

He has already been promoted to the Gold rank; the two are not even on the same level.

But killing him so easily would be too lenient.

As Nemes spoke, he snapped his fingers.

A burst of energy sword shot out and struck the armor of Moritulus, who was rushing forward.

It was clearly a sword of energy the size of a finger, yet it had the effect of a blunt weapon.

Moritolus was thrown back and flew to one side.

Then, with a slight brow twitching, he unleashed his aura, and the spell that Aimer was preparing to cast was struck by a powerful force.

The spell she was building failed, and Aimelu groaned. The backlash to her mind prevented her from casting a spell again for a short period of time.

"You guys are really quite a bit behind."

Nemes said softly, yet those very words became the sharpest weapon against these two.

He knew perfectly well what the words that would most provoke them both were.

Agnelli's problem lies in his inferiority complex, while Emerald's problem lies in her lack of confidence in her own abilities.

That's right, Aimee always boasted that others didn't work as hard as she did, and that ordinary people didn't deserve the opportunity.

But what she kept talking about was her own efforts, not her abilities.

In terms of talent and ability, Emerald could have done much better, but she chose a shortcut: relying on others.

She believed deep down that she was not worthy, and her efforts were just a cover-up, and she was using them in the wrong direction.

She tries hard to disguise herself, but if she had given up this disguise and devoted all her energy to self-improvement, she might have already shone brightly instead of being like she is now.

"It shatters at the slightest touch. Let's summon that saint instead!" Nemus said, seemingly already having a solution for dealing with the saint!

(End of this chapter)