Devil's Bible

Chapter 421 Birds and Reasons

Nems' current state is quite peculiar.

This can be seen from his appearance.

Although he maintains a human form, beneath that form lies neither flesh and blood, nor bones, nor any of the other common elements that constitute a human being.

Instead, it was a mass of black like the cosmos and starlight within that blackness.

A powerful energy radiated outward from his body, exuding a rich, divine power.

A single wing unfolds behind it, but it is not the kind of wings of a praying angel; rather, it is a wing of light.

The entire single wing is made of energy, with bright light forming its skeleton, and from a distance it looks like a golden lightning bolt.

Upon closer inspection, one can discover that there are magic arrays and sacred characters on the surface of the light.

Under these circumstances, everything around Nems is changing rapidly.

Nemes reached out, as if he were holding something or releasing something.

The beams of light that were aimed at Nemus seemed to come alive in an instant.

They no longer stabbed, but broke free from the light's grasp, swirling around Nemus like sprites.

And this is the sword strike formed by combining most of Nemus's characteristics—

Sword of Fortune - Ultimate Technique - Flying Bird!
According to the path of destiny that Nemus had previously comprehended.

Fate is self-perception, while fortune is the weak connection between oneself and the world.

So, the sword strike of the flying bird is to use "living soul" to give things an artificial soul, and in the process, to simultaneously give them some of its own cognition.

The moment it acquires cognition, it ceases to be merely an object and becomes a bird.

Nemes connects himself to the strong and weak relationships of cause and effect and luck.

This resulted in a situation where, despite being an attack by St. Vislav, the attacker came to life at that moment, embraced himself, and became his own servant.

This move was clearly unexpected by Vislav.

Nemus seized the opportunity and conjured a longsword of light in his hand.

Without any fancy moves, the sword thrust straight at Vislav's head.

Asuka represents the ultimate secret technique of this series of swordsmanship.

Once the energy is fully condensed, each sword strike in his hand is like a bird spreading its wings.

All obstacles will eventually be broken in the face of this.

The saintly essence from the Dartmenley family formed the bones of this bird at this moment.

As the sword flashed, a moment of amazement appeared on Vislav's face.

This is inevitable.

Even a saint would be disturbed when faced with this sword.

That kind of unwavering determination, that kind of proud soaring, that kind of attitude of flying against the storm.

Every time wings are spread, it is a ripple of the soul.

Every step forward is a path that was never followed.

Every chirp is an accumulation of the past.

Light gathered before Vislav, and his spirit solidified at that moment, forming the strongest barrier.

When light meets light, the blade pierces halfway into the barrier, but then can hardly advance any further.

"That sword strike was very powerful!" Vislav exclaimed, his eyes slightly darting.

"It has been a long time... no, I have never seen such a stunning sword strike."

"It's a pity you're a demon," Vislav said regretfully, but there wasn't much of a mental fluctuation in his expression.

His mental energy fluctuated slightly before quickly returning to normal. Although his mental energy attacks were powerful, his defense was far superior.

As long as his spirit is not completely shaken, it is virtually impossible for an attack of the same level to break through his mental barrier.

As a saint whose essence lies in spiritual radiance, he is confident in saying this.

"As expected, compared to the renowned saints, I am still not strong enough." Nemus admitted his defeat.

His swordsmanship, or rather the core will of his swordsmanship, has reached a near-peak state, with very little room for improvement.

However, the filler in the swordsmanship was too poor.

Dartmanley's characteristics have not been fully analyzed, and his value is only 500. Other aspects have not yet been fully utilized.

Therefore, this sword strike failed to kill the enemy.

Of course, if the target were the hidden saint, given the suddenness of his sword strike, he might have been able to seriously injure him.

However, such "what if" is meaningless.

"No, it's because I'm not strong enough," Vislav said, as the concentrated spiritual energy around him began to fluctuate.

Nemus's Flying Bird Sword has reached the point where the sword reflects the heart, and at that instant, Nemus transmits a message.

"I couldn't help but feel a little emotional when I heard that this place was just a thing of the past."

Vislav's mental fluctuations were not due to his own falsehood; what concerned him was that if this event was history, then it meant that the God of Discipline had been defeated.

If the God of Discipline wins, then it is absolutely impossible for the opposing faction to have someone like Nemus who knows historical information.

This can only mean that in this current historical period, under the strong interference of the abyss, this is a power that only the victor possesses.

His path to sainthood lies in the God of discipline, in the way of discipline, in being God's spokesperson, and in achieving victory for God.

However, he was ultimately just a saint, not a fixed spirit.

He can continue to fight with unwavering conviction even after knowing that he is a fake.

It is possible to fight for a meaningless future even knowing that failure is inevitable.

However, it's impossible to remain completely unaffected by emotions.

This slight fluctuation ultimately gave the enemy an opportunity.

Numerous black rays shot through the sky.

If prayer angels are merely nodes, then saints are the hubs among these nodes.

The state of a saint is extremely important.

Nemus's swordsmanship was indeed not strong enough to break through his mental defenses.

However, the information contained within his swordsmanship shook his resolve.

This wavering gave the Demon Prince an opportunity to launch an attack.

This further diminished the advantage of the Discipline God's faction, putting them at a complete disadvantage.

“Even so, I will still fight for God!” Vislav said earnestly, and then the light around him quickly condensed, and his whole body transformed into light at that moment.

Nemus was focused and ready, gripping the Flying Bird Sword.

However, he did not focus all his attention on the current situation.

Just as the Demon Prince launched his all-out attack, the artificial soul that Nemus had previously been lurking in the Angel Pool merged with the energy within the Angel Pool and leaped out of the Angel Pool like a fish, entering the area behind it.

Nemus shifted his perspective to look at this area.

We need to figure out what exactly happened that allowed the God of Discipline to suddenly gain such a huge advantage in the abyss.

Then Nemus saw a familiar prayer angel, bound within a magic circle.

A special soul is exerting an unprecedented influence within it.

(End of this chapter)