Devil's Bible

The power of sealing can shield something that actually exists, thus preventing its influence.

“It has to be a demon.” Nemus sighed. The seal’s ability came from the contract with the little demon Kurog.

Demons are a naturally extraordinary race, and even lesser demons are far beyond the reach of ordinary humans.

“And this can also provide a reference, namely the state of demonic possession.” Nemus’s inspiration kept flowing.

The village guardians, through repeated infections and self-healing, adapted the deep well water within their bodies to the whale-like mutation, leaving behind the seeds of whale-like transformation.

Then I wouldn't need to go through that trouble.

Nemus manipulated the Oath Rope and began to seal the whale disease as the main component.

"I sealed Kurog in Towns' body. Towns' body allows the demon to remain in this world for a long time, but it also prevents it from further invading Towns."

"This line of thinking can also be applied to whale disease."

"By using the seal to reduce the conflict between the whale disease and the deep well water, the whale disease can be maintained indefinitely. Then, by constantly manipulating the seal, the whale disease and the deep well water can collide and merge in small amounts and multiple times."

"As long as I have enough precision in controlling the seal, and with Poole's own essence acting as a binder, the experiment will most likely succeed!"

Nems's train of thought became extremely clear.

While 'Nair's' soul continued to manipulate the experiments on the surface, his true spirit, hidden deep within, also began to activate his divine nature and observe the newly emerging faith in Poole.

Everything went very smoothly.

Nems' idea was correct.

The existence of the seal restrained the intensity of the conflict between the deep well water and the whale disease, keeping them in a state where a fight was possible, but unlikely.

Finally, there is Poole's own power—the nature of suffering.

This power, inspired by the commandment of forgiveness and awakened by the rope of vows and faith, possesses the ability to control one's pain sensitivity and transform pain into inner strength.

Those forces of pain acted as the best bridge, quickly building a platform to combine the two forces.

The outward manifestation was that Poole, who was originally lying down, suddenly developed many black spots on his body.

The black spots quickly spread out, and the power of the whale disease blossomed on Poole's body for the first time.

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Chapter 22 Dartmenley

Nemes had Poole test his current physical condition and then drew a conclusion.

"The value has increased from approximately three to seven."

"If we become more familiar with the Deep Well Water and Whale Disease, then eventually raising the value to eight or nine will not be a problem."

Looking at Poole covered in black spots, Nems declared the experiment a preliminary success, though it was only a preliminary one.

The current level of improvement is still too small. What Nemus wants is a powerful individual like a whale-like demon, not a village guard that he can easily deal with.

"Apart from that, there was a change in faith."

"Indeed, the power of faith, which is relatively pure, is different from the faith formed by abstractions of natural objects."

"So, we now have a general idea of ​​how to purify the power of faith."

Pure, impure, and natural beliefs, though all beliefs, exhibit different characteristics.

"Then how does the divine spark detect distracting thoughts?" Nemus looked at himself; the distracting thoughts on the holy nail were still conspicuous.

"Or rather, how is divinity determined, and what constitutes pure faith?"

After Nemes asked this fundamental question, his thinking naturally shifted to something even more essential—discipline.

The divinity he possesses is the divinity of discipline, not the divinity of anything else.

Therefore, the divine authority judges distracting thoughts by whether they conform to the precepts.

Nemus turned back to the holy nail, and then stirred up the thoughts within it—"I want to marry an obedient woman."

As one delves deeper into faith by following distracting thoughts, the existence of precepts is promoted.

It's no longer about subtracting things as we think; it's about adding things.

Nemus added a new idea to it—"I myself will be faithful, and take this as my commandment!"

One's own fidelity is a precept, and marrying an obedient woman is the result of practicing that precept.

With precepts at the core, that stray thought is thus controlled by the precepts.

The original distracting thoughts quickly melted away and became part of the power of faith.

Although it's an addition, adding ideas, the effect is actually subtraction.

"Good results, keep up the good work."

Just as Nems was about to continue, there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, Nems saw Downs, who brought bad news—the church members had arrived ahead of schedule.

Nems raised an eyebrow, but he wasn't too surprised.

This world is not fixed. Like a strategy game, it's impossible for the enemy to act strictly according to the order and time.

The old pastor had given them information that the people would arrive in three days, but now they were arriving early, clearly intending to catch them off guard.

"Looks like some people eager to make a name for themselves, or just looking for trouble!"

"That's fine too." After making a general assessment of his opponent, Nemus set off immediately.

This group of people came from the road behind the village; they came from Baiwei Town.

They are waiting at the church right now.

When Nemes arrived, quite a few people were already there.

This includes the village guardians.

He is checking his entourage for infections such as hive beasts.

There was an incident in the village where someone went out into the wild and didn't notice that he had been pricked by the black fur of a nest beast. After returning home, he fainted.

After that, that guy conceived a whole litter of nest beasts all by himself.

This resulted in more than a dozen nest beasts running rampant in the village, causing considerable damage.

So whenever someone has free time, they usually have the village guards check the village.

At that moment, the old pastor was also talking with two 'young men'.

One of the young men noticed Nems' arrival the moment he arrived, and his sharp gaze immediately pierced over him.

His lips moved slightly, and Nems, who had studied lip reading, immediately recognized the words he was saying—'traitor'.

“Datmenley?” Nems saw the other person and then searched his memory for information about him: one of Nair’s 'cousins'.

When Nair 'defected' from his family, the other party was still in the basic training of a paladin and had little contact with Nair.

It seems that the actions of this 'Datmenley' startled another young man.

The beautiful woman in the pure white priest's robe also turned around and looked at Nemus with curiosity.

She had long, flowing blonde hair that made her fair face even more radiant, and a pair of icy blue eyes, like the surface of a lake, exuding a refined yet distant charm.

A beauty mark under the corner of the eye is the perfect embellishment, both cool and alluring.

This kind of woman is simply a natural enchantress who arouses a man's desire to conquer.

For example, right now, Dartment slightly shifted his position, slightly blocking Nems's view, as if letting Nems look at the female priest even once would be a desecration to her.

What he didn't realize was that his blatant possessiveness caused the female pastor behind him to frown slightly.

“Nair, you’ve come at the perfect time. Let me introduce you.” Seemingly oblivious to the tense atmosphere, the old priest spoke up.

"This is Ms. Isabella, the new trainee pastor."

"This is Jacques..."

"Jacques Dartmentley!" Before the old pastor could finish speaking, Nair's younger cousin proudly announced the name, especially emphasizing the words Dartmentley.

“Nair, what a coincidence, you also have the surname Dartmenley.” Nems was not angry at the other party’s provocation and rudeness, but instead introduced himself with a smile.

This infuriated Jacques.

“How dare you…” Jacques was about to angrily accuse Nemes, but fortunately Isabella remained rational and tugged at Jacques’ sleeve. Jacques, who was originally full of anger, then suppressed his anger and changed to a sarcastic remark.

"Although they share the same surname, some of them are now homeless and have become stray dogs."

“Children don’t understand, please be understanding.” Nemes didn’t continue to respond to Jacques’ words, but instead said this to Isabella and the old pastor, as if he had already transformed into Jacques’ parent.

That tone only fueled Jacques's anger, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

However, he still retained some rationality, and Isabella's earlier reminder helped him maintain some dignity.

“Nair has been removed from the family register and has no connection with Dartmanley anymore. Please don’t use such misleading words to interfere with other people’s judgment.” After taking a deep breath, Jacques said this as calmly as possible.

“You and I are a lot like when we were young. I hope you can maintain this sense of honor.” Nemes wouldn’t be swayed by such sentimentality. The Dartmenley family identity? To him, it was just an identity, and only the identity of Nemes.

"Take advantage of this time and eat more meat."

There is no female lead in this book. Isabella is a character submitted by a reader named 'Mature Craftsmanship' in the Extras section. Jacques is a name I recognized and specially arranged for me. Does anyone remember him?

Chapter 23 Witness

Seeing that Jacques was about to say something more, Nemes, unwilling to waste any more words, simply offered this piece of advice before turning to get back to work.

Accompanying Jacques and Isabella this time were more than a dozen other migrants who wanted to join the Dorsal Fin Village.

He needs to check carefully to make sure there are no wanted criminals, demon-related individuals, wizards, or anything like that inside.

Jacques, who stayed behind, didn't quite understand what it meant to eat more meat now.

Although he didn't quite understand, Jacques felt a chill rise from the bottom of his heart, and a feeling of nausea lingered, causing him to frown.

Jacques was indignant and was about to chase after him to continue the conversation with Nemes.

But it was at this time that Opus arrived.

He still looked the same, still wearing that somewhat out-of-place robe, and his head always seemed to be stained with sweat.

He kept the handkerchief he used to wipe away sweat in his hand.

"These two must be the new priest and paladin. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Opp seemed unaware of the screening process and greeted the two warmly. At the same time, the people with Opp quickly went to greet the other migrants.

Next, we need to make some overall arrangements for accommodation, work, and living supplies in the village.

A dozen or so people may not seem like much, but for a small village of over five hundred people, it's a huge addition.

Op's behavior was completely normal, just like that of a village chief with some wealth.

For a moment, even Jacques, who came to inspect, was slightly bewildered.

Especially after receiving the gift, the thought arose that this person was so enthusiastic, perhaps they were a bad person who was breaking the law.

The gift wasn't expensive; it was just some herbs that the villagers had picked from the back fin mountain. According to Aupu, they were used to make soup or tea, which women could drink for beauty and health, and men could drink for women's beauty and health.

However, Nems noticed that when Op looked at someone in the crowd, there were some very subtle emotional fluctuations.

If Nemus weren't a demon, and his perception of emotions and desires were as instinctive as his own, he might not have even noticed Op's slight emotion.

"So this person is the tainted witness?"

"But how did Op confirm the other party's identity?" Nemus felt a little strange. The other party had just swaggered over without any disguise, so he must have been sure that Op didn't recognize him.

But judging from the current situation, it's quite interesting that Opp recognized the other party at just one glance.

As Nemes thought about it, he began to conduct a basic check on those people.

While examining the person who had caused Op's emotional fluctuations, Nemus keenly discovered that there was a faint, intangible fluctuation emanating from this person.

"It must be the limitations that the church placed on him."

"It's probably something like the Sin Nails." The Sin Nails are similar to the Holy Nails on Nemus's body; both are special things formed by invisible forces.

However, its function was the opposite; it was used to imprison and restrain church prisoners.

"Is this how Op noticed it?"

Nems was somewhat puzzled, but he pretended nothing was wrong and continued to check on the others.