Devil's Bible

The cool light made the wind, which had been scorching hot from the sun, feel gentle.

But for many, it was a bone-chilling cold that seeped into their bodies with the wind.

The imposing aura of the golden-haired beings pressed down.

However, these powerful auras are closely linked, like a terrifying giant net that envelops everything around them.

Faced with this massive and imposing net, everyone felt a surge of one thought—the might of the heavens.

The power of Heaven is vast and lofty.

For those who have not violated the rules, this powerful aura is strong yet distant, and does not exert a strong sense of oppression.

However, for those with guilty consciences, this divine might can instill in them an unprecedented sense of fear.

Several noble members were so frightened that they died on the spot.

However, the next moment, before they were completely dead, their souls were forced back into their bodies by this powerful force.

Today is the day the fictitious agreement officially becomes the fictitious church, and these nobles are guests invited to attend the ceremony.

Even if they are to die, they should wait until after today!
However, those uninvited guests who came without an invitation were not so lucky.

The Discipline Church has never given up on the Azure Whale, and remnants of various churches have been lurking in the shadows.

In such circumstances, there will always be someone who manages to remain hidden.

With such a grand ceremony held in connection with a fabricated agreement, it's no surprise that people will come to investigate.

These people, compared to Hino and the captain, are more staunch die-hards.

They absolutely cannot surrender to Naims and his men.

The reason is that they were the beneficiaries of the previous system.

Making them bow down to Nemus, accept Nemus's rule, and abandon their former identities would be worse than death.

Of course, in their words, for the glory of their family and for the glory of God, they would never surrender.

Naims had only one opinion about this die-hard.

That's killing!

Therefore, under the oppressive force of thousands of golden seeds, their flesh and blood, their very existence, were instantly reduced to ashes and vanished.

“This…this is…” A nobleman looked tremblingly at the thousands of people who had appeared on the ritual altar.

Each person on it has an extremely strong presence.

Looking at each person individually, they all seem to bear the marks of history and the weight of numbers.

Although there were thousands of people, it did not appear chaotic.

That undisguised power almost always proclaims one thing.

"Golden Seed?!?" The man seemed to have his throat grabbed, squeezing out the words with a sharp cry.

For some people, they may never meet this many people in their entire lives.

However, today he was told that thousands of golden creatures had suddenly appeared on the Azure Whale?

This unbelievable event left them feeling dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish whether they were in reality or dreaming.

Of course, this is not actually the case; there are also some silver-grade varieties.

However, the values ​​of these silver-grade items have already exceeded the limits of the steel-grade items, so they feel similar to the gold-grade items.

“That…that’s Little Giant Mello!” Someone spotted a gigantic little giant and recognized him.

This little giant is a powerful golden race, a famous hybrid of human and giant.

"Ancestor?!" Another nobleman knelt down on the spot upon seeing the man. He seemed to be dead, yet he had actually seen an ancestor who had been dead for hundreds of years and whom he usually only saw in a portrait in the family hall.

Most importantly, the connection between bloodlines seemed to be going exceptionally well.

"That's... the Moonshine Saint???" The scene instantly resembled a large-scale meet-and-greet with a historical figure.

One by one, figures who had only been heard of in historical legends appeared before people.

These historical figures, who have amazed many, are now appearing here in large numbers.

It must be said that although the nobles were corrupt, their education was not completely rotten.

They could almost immediately recognize the distinctive figures in these histories.

With this ability alone, the nobles already have a head start that surpasses many others.

Of course, not everyone can recognize the thousands of gold seeds.

Firstly, they are all from the same body; these people are basically beings from another world a thousand years ago.

Secondly, many of them are members of other religions, and there are even deities and saints mixed in among them.

Thirdly, so many years have passed, and life in the End of the World and later the Land of Slumber has changed them; their appearance and characteristics have changed.

Therefore, apart from some well-known people, many of the remaining people were not recognized.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that they gradually came to their senses and realized that none of this was a dream.

It was difficult for him to think normally anymore; he could only numbly follow the ritual and, together with the other members of the fictional agreement, shout "Lord Nemus, eternal!"

Then Nemus stood on the altar and made a loud announcement.

Previously, the golden aura formed the 'Heavenly Might,' which unfolded in the sky like a scroll painting.

No matter where you are in the Azure Whale, you can see the figures of Naimus and his companions in the painting and hear Naimus's voice as long as you look up.

"Fiction is never a lie!"

Fiction is a challenge to the "shackles of discipline"!

Fiction is a tearing apart of the "destiny of bloodline"!

Fiction is a declaration of war against the "indifference of the gods"!

The core of this fiction is change, it is hope!

We wield the "Self-Agreement" as a blade to sever the old shell; we use the "Fictional Contract" as fire to burn away the shackles of fate—because we firmly believe:
'This very being is a draft, and every writer can create a new life from it!'

"The fictitious church is established today."

May all sentient beings be able to create and write their own destiny, and may their bodies no longer be limited!

Nemes's impassioned words established the general doctrines of the fictional church.

The essence of fiction is "change".

And this is precisely what many people lack most.

For many of them, their lives are actually predetermined from birth.

Bloodline, birth, and surrounding environment severely limit their future possibilities.

They have no access to education, nor can they stop working to think.

Unless they hit rock bottom, they'll never be able to turn their lives around.

They were trapped in a lowly life, never able to stop or change until death.

However, the doctrines of the fictitious church now tell them that they don't have to be confined to this until death, that they also have the opportunity to change, and that they too can pursue a better life.

The impact of this is indescribable.

Therefore, a great deal of faith converged upon him along with Nemes's declaration.

The previously dormant divine essence was activated at this moment. (End of Chapter)