Devil's Bible

Who sings Chapter 448?
The Clown King's combat ability is poor compared to other demon lords.

Furthermore, this difference refers more to His direct combat capabilities than to His various methods.

Merkava was confident in taking his place because the Church of Luna had studied Piedmon for a long time, had a good understanding of his various abilities and trump cards, and had already prepared contingency plans.

The Clown King glanced at Salish, who was following behind Nemus, and recognized him.

Merkava's son works as an information broker on the 181st floor. Although Merkava values ​​him highly, he doesn't truly trust him.

Judging from this, Salish knew at most a portion of the information Merkava had gathered about himself.

Furthermore, Nemus had only recently been promoted to a high-ranking demon and had no time to prepare countermeasures.

Indeed, this is the case. Much of the information about the Clown King was obtained by the Moon Goddess through the channels of the Moon God Church. This information was not disseminated, so Salish was unaware of it.

“Every night, someone gets cold!” A balloon suddenly covered in frost, which then froze the balloon with the human head on it and caused it to burst.

Simultaneously, a strange, chilling aura also appeared on Nemus's body.

The chill wasn't particularly strong.

Given his current condition, a slight drop in temperature wouldn't have a significant impact on him.

In terms of physical sensation, this chill is at most around ten degrees Celsius.

Even ordinary people won't feel cold as long as they wear a jacket and move around a bit.

However, it was this chill, which wasn't particularly cold, that made Nems feel his limbs begin to stiffen.

Clown King noticed this and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

The chanting did not stop; instead, it became even faster.

"Cluck cluck, who's singing!" The balloon with the human head in my hand popped open again.

Nems immediately felt as if his body had been completely frozen, and his bones were creaking.

At the same time, streams of power are being drawn and converging towards Clown King.

Nemus didn't know what this power would be used for, but it certainly wasn't for anything good.

Intelligence is crucial for dealing with demon lords like the Clown King, who combine rules of change with rules of concept.

The Clown King's "Nursery Rhymes" are not completely fixed, but they only have a few templates, and the power he can use is also subject to certain limitations and patterns.

If Nems had relevant intelligence, he could have used it to find a counterforce and thus interrupt the nursery rhyme.

Nems wasn't in a hurry; instead, he carefully observed the changes in his body.

The Clown King's transformation rules are rather unorthodox and 'absurd'.

It is a possibility that may occur, but is not expected.

Its probability of occurrence may not be small, but it certainly does not conform to common sense.

This is a completely different perspective on change.

It's strange to say.

Nems clearly possesses one-fifth of the number nine, which is the best medium for comprehending change.

However, Nemus's first high-end trait is luck in the Fate system, the second is time system, and the third is causality system.

None of this has much to do with change.

His understanding of change remained rooted in precepts.

That is, to exchange restriction for the pure power of change.

“Perhaps my mindset is too fixed; I’m so focused on things related to discipline that I don’t really understand much.” Nemus suddenly had a realization.

He twisted his stiff limbs and swung the 'Clown Sword' in his hand. The blade emanated a kind of attraction from the same source, and with the force of his movement, he deflected several throwing knives flying from not far away.

The Clown King on the other side was not disappointed when he saw this.

Nemus had previously been able to instill that sense of terror in Him, causing Him to flee.

It would be strange if He couldn't even handle these few throwing knives.

That was true absurdity, enough to make Him laugh, laugh at His own cowardice.

"It's him singing, it's me singing!" Clown King continued chanting the nursery rhyme.

His tone became increasingly strange and terrifying.

The phrase "It's me singing" carries a certain inexplicable childlike feeling, like a student bravely raising their hand to answer a question in a primary school church.

However, given the current atmosphere, it feels like asking who killed this person, and then a blood-covered madman stands up and shouts, "I killed him!" That bizarre feeling creates a disturbing and unsettling sensation.

The next moment, the balloon with the human head on it burst.

Nemus felt his stats rapidly decreasing, while Clown King's stats were rapidly increasing, rising from 3,600 after being boosted by the Lord to 4,000.

At the same time, Nemus could also sense that, apart from his numerical values, his characteristics also seemed to be fluctuating.

Those characteristics seemed to be heading towards Clown King in the next moment, following that connection.

Nems squinted, carefully savoring the change.

"After singing the nursery rhyme, we'll be linked together!" The last balloon bursts.

The suction force reached its peak at that moment.

With a smile, the Clown King appeared in front of Nemus, about to take Nemus's head off.

At this moment, not only have Nemus's stats dropped to rock bottom, but his traits are also unstable.

There was no way they could resist anymore.

"A hastily conjured sword, a clown demon with a stat of only 500, and an information broker with little combat ability—you think you can defeat me?"

"Die, Nemus, your special ability is mine now!" The 'Clown Card' in the Clown King's hand is constantly absorbing everything from Nemus.

This nursery rhyme is the means by which He created cards that could be repeatedly printed and reused.

"I see. Starting with moonlight is essentially just using the strong local lunar element to control me with the moon's cold attribute, and that's the medium..."

“It’s not that I haven’t grasped the changes; rather, the changes have been integrated into all my skills and characteristics,” Nems said with a smile.

Meanwhile, the Clown King, who was opposite Nemus, had no idea what was happening.

He shook his hand, and the human head balloon he had just created was inexplicably reduced to just a few strings.

"Has my memory been affected again?" Clown King frowned, his gaze fixed intently on Nemus.

Yet, this memory loss felt different from the previous loss of sight of Nemus, which led to forgetting everything about Nemus.

This time, I remembered Nemes, but the events that happened in between seemed to have been completely blocked and disappeared from the world.

Then the Clown King felt a slight pain coming from his head.

He touched it with his hand, and there was already a bloody hole on it.

On the opposite side, behind Nems, a knot was untied and then tied again.

A beam of light emanated from it, containing a special power that was utterly impossible to resist.

It pierced through His head in an instant, perfectly matching the bloody hole He had touched earlier.

(End of this chapter)