Devil's Bible

Chapter 446 Filial Piety and Fatherly Love (Bonus chapter for 3,000 words, and also requesting monthly votes for the new month)

"So that's how it is. This is a dream?" Nemus murmured to himself.

The Dream Sword in his hand was the result of his previously stolen learning.

By combining sealing techniques with weapons, the enemy's power is sealed within the weapon through a displacement reaction while the weapon releases its power outward.

Furthermore, this process can also create a specific effect on the force that is replaced.

However, Nems made slight modifications to this move.

Unlike the sealing sword technique Death Aura Hoopoe, which was developed for undead enemies.

Although this move is also primarily based on sealing, Nemus developed it for the purpose of learning.

The essence of sealing techniques is to use minimal force to trigger the essential conflict between things, thereby causing the forces to clash and achieving the greatest restrictive effect.

However, the previous fire demon took a different approach, utilizing the autonomous movement of forces to actively enhance the seal's ability to restrain those forces.

After studying it, Nemus discovered that this sealing method, in order to target a certain power, would produce further changes related to that power.

This allows us to connect the changes in the seal to some kind of signal and regularize them.

By reversing these patterns, Nems was able to understand the inherent laws governing various forces more clearly.

Therefore, this move is called the Sword of Fortune: Night Heron Hundred Forms!

They treat sealing as a learning and exploration technique, using it to continuously explore changes in power.

“Dreams, what a wondrous power,” Nemus exclaimed, slowly lowering his sword and looking at Merkava not far away.

"Who are you? Clown King's helper?" If Merkava hadn't used his dream properties to make the stabbing incident a dream, he would probably be dead by now.

Nemes's sword strike was truly chilling.

A surge of power flowed into his body, while at the same time a suction force was at work, drawing power from his body.

"Me?" Nemus tilted his head slightly and swung his sword.

Everything around him shattered instantly, and large amounts of flesh, glass, and fragments were being swept away by the sword strike.

And those things were Merkava's dreams.

Its silent spread was just one step away from covering Nems.

"I won't introduce myself, since you probably won't remember anyway."

As Nemes spoke, his figure flashed.

Merkava was startled and was about to guard against Naemus's sneak attack, but information about Naemus was rapidly fading from her mind.

In his dream, a saint from the Church of the Moon Goddess gave him a reminder.

If sight is lost, then memories of Nems will also be lost simultaneously.

Other senses were weak in their perception of Nemus, and even he couldn't accurately pinpoint Nemus's exact location.

It's even possible that if a little more time passes, he might even forget about Nemes' existence.

During this process, the Moon God glanced at the ground, and the previously recorded symbolic information had also changed.

Just like historical texts, these symbols and pictures, which are constantly changing, offer no useful information when analyzed.

Instead, it is necessary to combine information related to Nems to complete these already complete drawings and obtain relevant intelligence.

The problem is that if they remember Nemes, then they wouldn't need these drawings.

But forget Nemes, and these drawings themselves are meaningless.

It's a vicious cycle. The very nature of this inexplicably appearing enemy essentially guarantees that once their line of sight is lost, it will be impossible to defend against them.

It's almost certain that a sneak attack will happen.

"Change your combat strategy and set up an automatic defense mechanism around yourself!" The Moon Goddess had experienced countless battles over the years. After a slight fluctuation in her dreamlike eyes, she immediately made the most correct arrangement.

When facing an enemy you can't even remember, the best approach is to focus on changing yourself, adjusting your defense strategy while you can still remember them.

Then believe in yourself.

A second after losing track of Nemes, Mekava had no image of Nemes in her mind, and didn't even remember that the person existed.

However, his dream also recorded that he had an enemy who could be forgotten.

Five seconds later, this information was also forgotten.

He was suddenly surprised that he was using this defensive method, which seemed to be against an unseen enemy's sneak attack.

And why did so many useless symbols suddenly appear in my dream?

He couldn't help but ponder the meaning of these symbols, and then began to recall what he had been doing before.

"So is this some kind of special ability of the Clown King?"

"Time system? Causality system or concept system?" Merkava looked bewildered. In his dream, the Moon God only lasted one second longer than Merkava before losing all his vague impressions.

The senses continued to expand, but the Clown King could not be found.

However, he soon sensed a terrifying fluctuation emanating from not far away.

The Clown King, who had disappeared from sight, was suddenly forced out of the void, his paint dripping off his body bit by bit.

Then Nemus emerged from the void.

The moment Merkava saw Nems, all her previous impressions were activated, and the patterns and symbols in her dream all turned into images and words that she could understand.

The sheer terror of that moment made Merkava tremble all over.

A sense of fear kept rising within him—fear of Nems, fear of being his enemy.

He instinctively wanted to blink, but he immediately realized it and forcibly controlled it.

"No, no, I can't lose sight of you!" Merkava was torn between two fears.

One option is to forget about Naimus, and the other is to see Naimus.

He wanted to stare intently at Nems, but he also wanted to turn and run away immediately, so that he could forget everything and escape the fear that Nems brought him.

This extreme fear almost crushed his spirit.

Fortunately, in his dream, the Moon Goddess was like a bright moon, allowing him to drift into a peaceful state of sleep.

"I seem to have information about this person!" Just then, a red-skinned demon in the dream raised his hand and said.

“Salish?” Merkava frowned upon hearing the demon’s words, but dared not turn around to look at him, his gaze remaining fixed on Nemus: “We can’t even remember the other party, do you have information?”

"The other party's name seems to be Nemus!" Salish immediately said, "He was a different kind of demon that appeared on the 181st floor."

"He even came to me for information some time ago."

"only……"

"But what?" Merkava couldn't help but ask upon hearing this information.

"But you are going to die, Father!"

(End of this chapter)