Devil's Bible

"If I were facing a fictional demon, I would probably be dead in that instant," Big thought.

With Nems' abilities, he could see through him in advance, even foreseeing the changes he might undergo, and then give instructions to Poole in advance.

"So the only way I want to win quickly is to make sure Poole doesn't completely follow Nemes' orders." Big felt incredibly pathetic.

At this moment, Poole could only be considered a weapon in his eyes, a weapon that conveyed the moves that Nemus had stored in advance.

After much internal deliberation, he realized that if he continued to procrastinate, his mental vulnerabilities would only grow larger.

If one's mental weakness is magnified to the point of mental breakdown, then one is bound to lose.

"Therefore, the only option is a quick victory, and a quick victory can only be achieved by pushing extreme situations to occur, thereby creating a situation that the fictional demon did not anticipate, while betting on Poole's mentality."

"He really has the ability to stay calm under special circumstances."

"If things don't stabilize, that will be my chance."

This idea is extremely humble.

Faced with such a subordinate that Nemes put forward, he was forced into his current state.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance into the distance to see how the battles were going for the others.

Besides struggling alone to find a way out, another option is to bring in foreign aid of the same level.

Even if Nemes were a god, there's no way to put Poole in this situation while dealing with two extreme gold species simultaneously.

Then he saw a fierce battle taking place on the other side as well.

The Holy Walker suppressed Kru's curse with his divine power, but in the next moment, a clown demon appeared behind him, its dagger about to pierce the back of the Holy Walker's head.

And during this process, the clown was sneaking around, seemingly noticing Big's gaze. He even turned his head and put his finger to his lips, making a shushing gesture.

Biggs stopped abruptly as he was about to issue a warning, instinctively obeying the clown's command and shutting his mouth.

This situation startled Big.

Just as he thrust out his sword, about to kill the Holy Walker...

The Holy Walker finally sensed something was amiss.

A patch of green appeared in the distance, then quickly spread.

Under this green light, everything seemed to have gained its own will, and under this will, its own things began to go out of control.

The blade in the clown demon's hand kept changing, and then suddenly broke free from his grasp with a look of disgust, sticking to the Holy Walker in front of him, with a noticeable red stain appearing on the blade.

Upon seeing this, the clown laughed out loud, pulled out a handkerchief, covered himself, and disappeared from the spot.

The Holy Walker also dodged at that moment, a hint of lingering fear showing on his face.

Assassin-type enemies are terrifying. They don't need high stats; they just need to deliver a fatal blow at a crucial moment to kill enemies much stronger than themselves.

He had no idea how the Joker had suddenly gotten behind him.

If he is ambushed, although he has the ability to protect himself and will not die, he will definitely be seriously injured.

In the current battle situation, once you are seriously wounded, you are not far from death.

He pulled the small knife off his body and threw it away.

"Adrian, can't you just behave your abilities normally?" the Holy Walker scolded. Although Adrian had just saved him, he still found the other's ability disgusting.

Forcibly seizing control of other people's things, and then causing these things to develop 'disloyal intentions', under the control of these disloyal intentions, these things will exhibit this abnormal behavior.

To the holy ones, this is a form of depravity.

"Stop talking nonsense." Adrian stepped out from the shadows, gathering his spiritual power in his hand, and a large amount of elemental energy attached to it. With a single slap, he smashed the gargoyles flying nearby into pieces.

Of course, even more gargoyles immediately surged toward Adrian's location.

Since becoming the Demon Lord from Nemus, he has encountered many 'challengers'.

Among these challengers were high-ranking demons, but not many; they were basically just there to test the waters before leaving immediately.

There are few brainless high-ranking demons.

Therefore, Nemus's most frequent challenger was Imp.

That's right, those little devils are not clear-headed. Even though they have inherited knowledge, they don't really care about its contents.

Among them are some lesser demons who are born powerful and can kill other lesser demons with ease.

Then he believed himself to be the strongest demon, began to claim territory and become king, and challenged Nemus.

There are always many of these minor demons, and even some formal demons are like this.

Many of them, after acquiring special powers, were completely unable to recognize the strength of high-ranking demons or even demon lords, falling into the self-confidence of the ignorant.

During this time, the projection that Nemus left on the fictional plain turned almost all of these challengers into these gargoyles, and then summoned them here through the authority of the demon lord.

It must be said that these gargoyles are quite powerful.

After all, without some special characteristics, it's hard to become arrogant. The other lesser demons of the same generation will teach those who are arrogant but lack strength a lesson.

Adrian emitted a green light, attempting to seize 'control' over the gargoyles.

"Still not working?" The result, however, made Adrian frown.

He had previously been lurking nearby and had encountered these gargoyles.

So he secretly tried to control some of them, but found that gargoyles had good resistance to this kind of ability.

Because they were afraid of being discovered by Nems, they didn't dare to use too much power at the time, and only tested the waters slightly.

But now he no longer hides his abilities and uses them to the fullest, yet he still cannot control these gargoyles, which are at most equivalent to the Iron-type.

"This is... the structure of a prayer angel?" Adrian examined it carefully and discovered something, which made him freeze in shock.

Before he could think it through, several streaks of blood spread toward him.

A demon with completely red skin appeared not far away.

"You can call me Salish." If you ignore his red skin, the hideous horns and tongue that demons naturally possess, Salish is actually quite handsome.

He bowed gracefully to Adrian, a crimson aura spreading around him, and then the surrounding environment began to change rapidly.

"Illusion?" Adrian frowned. He could tell that the Cambyon demon's stats weren't very high.

This high-level demon is not bad, but how could it be qualified to stand in front of me?
Upon activating his power, he found the illusion to be extremely stable and unbreakable. (End of Chapter)