Devil's Bible

"This is……"

"The number of history?"

"No...that's a bit of a stretch."

"This is a historic achievement," the five-tailed bird said at this moment.

This also cleared up some of Nems' doubts.

"The historical number within you was extracted using the power of fairies. Unless one has a special status, it is generally difficult to extract the complete historical number in this way."

"To achieve historical significance is the true path to becoming a legendary species." As expected of a veteran player since the game's launch, the Five-Tailed Bird is very knowledgeable about all sorts of secrets.

“Achievements… in history.” Nems paused, then gradually realized what was happening.

The newly created roc is not a mythical creature; it belongs to a new derivative number. As for its specific number, only the five-tailed bird that derived it probably knows.

In this case, the number is a completely new number, a number that has never appeared before.

The world originally had a finite number of numbers, and on top of that finiteness, 1 was added.

It was precisely because of the emergence of this new number that Nemes was 'rewarded' with this historic achievement.

Only by truly promoting the derivation of new numbers from existing numbers can we obtain this force of numbers.

Only then can it truly become a legendary species.

When the historical number of achievements is combined with the historical number within the body, Nemston immediately felt that his number had been somewhat completed.

With this completion, although Nemus's stats did not increase and his traits did not change, he was able to clearly perceive that his position had changed.

Under these changes, one's ability to influence one's destiny is further enhanced.

In other words, he has become more important to the world.

“I see.” Nemus nodded. History is the domain of fate, and fairy power is merely a shortcut to unleash that power.

Only the power to create history, the power that destiny actively bestows upon us, is true power.

It only becomes incredibly smooth when its historically relevant forces are mobilized.

The feeling that you only need to do it, and have someone backing you up, and you don't have to worry about whether you can succeed, becomes incredibly clear at this moment.

“This is the complete legendary species.” Nemus pondered the power of history.

Then he looked at the five-tailed bird, which did not seem to want to leave immediately. It circled around Nemus, looking at the newly born roc with joy in its eyes.

The stronger the bird, the stronger the number five will be, and naturally, he will also become stronger.

Being a mythical species doesn't have it easy.

Above him, there are gods who want to abduct him and make him a divine beast, and below him, there are other evil gods who covet the number within him and are eyeing him covetously.

The days of free flight are gone, and he has always kept his whereabouts a closely guarded secret.

They might appear in one place occasionally, but only for a few days before immediately changing locations.

They spend most of their time in the nooks and crannies of minor planes or the prime material plane.

Occasionally, I'll take a stroll around to nurture some promising young birds.

When you stay in one place for too long, you're afraid of being confronted by someone.

"I think you're a decent human. How about you join me?" the five-tailed bird asked.

“The world is becoming increasingly chaotic. None of those gods are good people,” the five-tailed bird said very seriously. “They’ve made the world into this state, and they don’t even know how to clean it up.”

"Cough cough cough." Nemus coughed a few times quickly: "I am the Grand Master of the Azure Whale of the Discipline Church, I'm afraid I can't change sides."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I think the God of Discipline is about to die."

"Everyone's saying there's a problem with His divinity," the five-tailed bird casually recounted the news from within their mythical race. Nemus could only feign disbelief, yet also wear a worried expression.

"And I've heard that several evil gods are ready to launch a full-scale attack on the Discipline Church."

"Your best option now is to ignore the Discipline Church and come with me," the five-tailed bird said earnestly as it took flight.

Nemes was a talented individual, and he achieved historical success through Nemes.

This kind of number can strengthen any number; as long as there are enough of them, it can elevate its own status.

As the world developed, He created many kinds of birds, but the later the species appeared, the more difficult it became.

The so-called new number of birds is not simply a matter of adding a new species.

He has not achieved anything of historical significance for almost a thousand years.

Given the current situation, it would probably take him more than a thousand years to obtain another similar number.

Instinctively, the five-tailed bird had a feeling that Nemus's potential might not have been fully developed.

Once Nemes is brought under his wing, he might be able to achieve even greater historical success.

“I have my own responsibilities,” Nems said, but he still firmly refused.

Seeing this, the five-tailed bird didn't say anything more.

Although he said that the God of Discipline was no longer viable, he still didn't have the guts to forcibly take the God of Discipline from him.

"Anyway, be careful." The five-tailed bird moved its body, and then a feather flew out from its body.

The feather drifted down to Nemus.

"This feather can create a giant roc; it requires the gathering of wind elements."

"Because they are among the first ten Rocs, they can basically all be directly promoted to the Golden Rank," the Five-Tailed Bird explained.

Nemes then realized that the place value of numbers was completely different.

Any number before a thousand years ago, as long as it is life, can be considered a mythical species.

Those born between 1,000 and 10,000 are basically considered "golden" in terms of fertility.

However, the number from one thousand to ten thousand is no longer unique.

Therefore, most species of the Golden Race originate from this range.

For example, griffins, insect lords, spiky-tailed lynxes, fairies, etc.

However, among these golden races, only the first ten are born as golden, the first hundred can become golden relatively easily, and the first thousand have a good probability of becoming golden.

After reaching 10,000, there are no special privileges; one can only be considered to have a special bloodline.

That's what griffins are like.

The number of griffins born now is probably in the tens of thousands, so they are basically born as steel-type, and even if they develop to their peak, their strength will only be around 70 or 80.

To become a Golden Seed, one needs to collect new numbers, just like humans, and then rely on these external numbers to increase one's potential.

Although the number of roc animals is not within ten thousand, it only suffers from being born late.

In essence, the new individual born from the mythical bird, the Five-Tailed Bird, can also become part of the Golden Race to some extent.

However, compared to the previous species numbering in the tens of thousands, the treatment of the Roc has been downgraded.

The first ten are relatively easy to become gold-tier, the first hundred have a good probability of becoming gold-tier, and there are no special characteristics after the first hundred.

Therefore, the Roc can be considered a golden race of the later generations. (End of this chapter)