Devil's Bible

At this point, there is no chance of winning.

Vislav never imagined that after a thousand years of dominance, he would fall here.

"Nems... Nems!" Vislav looked at Nems and whispered his name.

Five years ago, when the Blue Whale sent him his opinion on how to handle the situation, he, as one of the people in charge of the war against the Abyss God, just glanced at it and didn't care about the fate of such a 'genius'.

It was nothing more than a prayer angel. Although such a prayer angel was not weak, it was merely a tool to a saint.

But little did he expect that a few years later, this genius would stand before him in a different guise, ready to decide his fate.

The world changes, and indeed, it is so illogical.

"Don't get too cocky. You might win this time, but what about next time?" Vislav said.

“But we are different. We are saints, and we will not be completely buried.”

Vislav knew one thing: as long as Nemus was captured by the God of Discipline.

So perhaps there's a possibility that they might be resurrected.

It's not impossible.

Life and death were major events for them, but not impossible for God.

In the past, the deaths of saints were mostly related to other gods or some kind of god-like being.

Before the other party dies or loses all their strength, it's best not to interfere with their existence or try to salvage them from the passage of time.

But things are different now.

Nemus is a person without any powerful backing; he was only able to win against them today because of his unexpected divine status.

"We did not lose to you, but to the divinity of God."

“You have won today, but one day I will be resurrected by God’s grace, and we’ll see how long you can keep winning!” Vislav said.

Nems simply smiled at Vislav's words and then said...

"The problem is that I have attained godhood."

"It was my rebellion that day that gave the Abyss the opportunity to slap the God of Discipline on the head."

“His brains were flying everywhere, and I seized the divine essence that had flowed out.”

"This divine status is a prize I won."

"If you're so capable, then help your god take it back."

Nemes's words were extremely malicious.

Although there were no profanities involved, it completely trampled on the dignity of the God of Discipline.

At the same time, he pointed out his own 'sin', and at this moment, when he said that the other party could not reclaim the divine status, he even pointed at the other party and scolded him for being incompetent.

Whether the words are strong or not is not important; the important facts are all mentioned in just a few sentences.

Klu and the others nearby also started laughing, seemingly mocking Vislav, or perhaps mocking the God of Discipline.

Even now, among the nobility, there is still a belief that if a master is insulted, it is the servant's fault.

This is even more pronounced within the church.

The idea that God is being humiliated and that his brains are flying out is the greatest insult to the glory of a god, but as the saints of God, they are powerless to do anything about it at this moment.

They could only watch as traitors stole the divine number of God, and then turn around and try to kill them.

"If you're not capable, then don't make threats."

"It's better to die willingly than to continue to embarrass yourself and the God of Discipline." These words truly broke down Vislav and the others' defenses.

Previously, when Angel A told the unofficial history of the God of Discipline, even the Hidden Saint was only stunned by the shock and his mind was shaken a little.

None of them are as angry as they are today.

Because what happened before was fake, but what happened today is real.

If you have a false sense of strength, you'll naturally be able to ignore it.

It was right there, and they had no choice but to break down.

Vislav still retained some dignity; he did not completely lose his composure despite his mental breakdown.

He simply looked at Nems, then his gaze fell on the subordinates behind Nems who were laughing along.

"You are powerful today, but I will risk my life to reduce your support." At this moment, he had basically made up his mind. He wouldn't survive, and it was also highly unlikely that he could kill Nemus.

The Nemus God War plan was completed, and in the subsequent stages, their core medium was destroyed.

They could only muster a third of their strength at this moment, which was already considered a lot.

In this situation, the only thing one can do is kill a few of Nems's capable subordinates.

With less support, Naim's eventual downfall came sooner.

However, even so, success is not guaranteed.

This is truly a battle of gods.

Once you reach this place, if the battle of gods is completely lost, the loser will hardly have any chance to turn things around.

In the battle between the God of Discipline and the God of the Abyss, the God of Discipline suffered a minor defeat and was subsequently unable to fight any longer.

He could only retreat in a panic, and then slept for four or five years.

In the past four or five years, unrest has been brewing in various parts of the Discipline Church.

The shares of various churches, both overtly and covertly, are being encroached upon.

That's how brutal the war of gods was.

The God of Discipline prepared for this for a hundred years.

At this moment, they have lost completely, and it is difficult even to take a small bite out of Naims.

But even if it's difficult, we should still do it; even if we lose, we should at least have a sense of accomplishment.

At this moment, behind Nemus, the Clown Demon and his men also put away their smiles and stood ready for battle.

Only Kluth continued to smile as he looked at these people, his eyes full of provocation.

He stood not far behind Naimus, and his position and status indicated that he was the number one person in Naimus's team.

Killing him would result in a major loss for Nemes' team.

At this moment, Vislav also felt a surge of anger rising within him.

The fact that God and they were humiliated together already made them resentful.

At this moment, Kluth still put on a disdainful and provocative act.

They were saints before, no matter what.

Now he's being treated like this by a mere demon hybrid.

But the angrier he became, the calmer Vislav remained.

I started to wonder if there was something fishy going on.

Kru was no fool; to provoke someone under these circumstances would undoubtedly be irresponsible towards his own life.

Even a headless snake can bite back.

Even if Nemus had pushed him to the brink of despair, as a saint himself, was he really not afraid of Nemus at all?
A variety of questions swirled in my mind.

At this moment, however, a shadow quietly emerged beneath their world.

All my worries vanished at that moment.

Regardless, they are destined to lose today.

No matter how much more damage Naim suffers, it's just a form of compensation; there's no need to think about it too much.

This idea pierced their minds.

Although instincts sensed something was wrong, the mindset was constantly being frustrated.

Nems's sword was already slashing down, and at that moment, Vislav finally followed that idea for a split second.

As soon as he made a move, Vislav immediately realized the problem.

While dodging Nemus's attacks, countless rays of light shot into Kru's mind.

The remaining power of fate swirled, and the spirit within his heart constantly shifted, until he grasped that last thread of connection.

"Andron?!" (End of Chapter)