Devil's Bible

In short, the imposing Nems intimidated Opp in this way, making him realize that he could neither cleanse himself nor escape, and that he had no choice in the matter.

Then, by using his imposing presence, he subdued Op's restless nest beast, convincing Op that Nemus also had a way to help him control the nest beast.

All of these factors led to Op's betrayal.

Although the old pastor was powerful, he could not predict everything.

At this moment, he only vaguely guessed that someone had stopped Op and the others.

"Did Isabella persuade Nair that they joined forces?" The old pastor couldn't help but wonder.

Isabella comes from a secret family with dragon blood. Although the family's name is currently kept secret, the old priest knows how terrifying this family is.

Neil...

"Has his saintly nature truly awakened?" The old pastor pondered the changes in Nemes over this period.

The moment Nair became Naimus and began living a sunny, cheerful, and positive life, the old pastor had many speculations.

For example, having one's body taken over by a demon, or the awakening of one's saintly nature.

A saint is someone who has received divine grace.

After receiving these gifts, these saints became God's earthly representatives, possessing all the qualities of God.

The old pastor had studied the Holy Blood for so long and had even tried to create a Holy Son.

They discovered that even a holy child created with holy blood, if unable to activate its essence, is no different from an ordinary person.

After activating a certain aspect of their essence, not only will their power increase significantly, but their personality will also change, at least becoming extremely noble and righteous.

So after confirming with the hymn that Nemus was not a demon, the old priest began to speculate that Nemus had awakened to the essence of a saint.

The old priest will only agree when Nemus chooses to become a Discipline Paladin.

However, this speculation soon proved to be flawed.

That was a probe into the question of Oppein.

He deliberately notified Nems so that Nems would inform Op.

If he were a true saint, then Op would not know.

Unfortunately, Nems failed this test.

The old pastor thus gave up trying to test Nemes until these changes occurred.

"God, give me guidance!" The old pastor was anxious, but he did not choose to go out to search. Instead, he closed his eyes and meditated in prayer.

Just as the prayer ended, a commotion was heard not far away.

A dark head was peeking out from the woods not far away.

Then came the body of a wild boar.

Big Black, the failed experiment that the old pastor had locked up under the church, escaped, took over the body of a wild boar, and then found the old pastor.

"Indeed, God is guiding me." Seeing this, the old pastor became even more certain.

He was simply unwilling to give up, but the conditions were being met time and time again, propelling his experiment forward.

Under these circumstances, he could not possibly abandon his experiment.

"So I did nothing wrong! I am truly atoning for my sins according to God's will!!" The old pastor told himself this over and over again.

"Come here." The old pastor looked at Big Black and quickly obtained enough information from him.

"Shaping magic and superb swordsmanship."

"These two younger people are both talented individuals in the church."

"only……"

The old pastor stood up, his hunched body radiating a terrifying spiritual aura.

"Why are you stopping my experiment?!"

"As a senior figure, I have no choice but to teach you a lesson." With that, the old pastor grabbed Big Black's head with one hand.

Before Big Black could even let out a scream, a large number of black lines were pulled out from its head.

Then these black threads merged with the black threads binding Jacques not far away, forming a large, writhing mass that enveloped Jacques and the wooden frame behind him, and then began to move.

The black worm followed behind the old pastor, walking into the distance with his faltering steps.

"Your Excellency, it's rare to see you out for a walk." A villager greeted the old pastor through the window, ignoring the black, writhing creature behind him.

"Ah, yes." The old pastor nodded with a kind smile.

"Old pastor, what was the cause of the noise earlier?" someone asked the old pastor.

"I'll go take a look now," the old pastor nodded in reply.

After talking with the old pastor, these people felt a slight stinging sensation in their bodies, but they quickly forgot about it.

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Chapter 55 I command you to manifest in the light!

“Honey, get up and get to work. What’s wrong with you today? Why haven’t you gone out yet?” One of them returned to the house and shook her sleeping husband awake.

"There's no whale-like disease today, no need..." The sleepy man woke up, rubbing his eyes as he spoke slowly, and then saw that his wife was covered in black lines.

"Ah!" I was startled instinctively, followed by a stinging sensation.

"What's wrong, darling?" The man opened his eyes again at the woman's worried question, and the so-called black lines had completely disappeared.

"I was probably having a nightmare." The man calmed down, and the dizziness in his head gradually subsided. Although he had a feeling that he had forgotten something, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that it's so late today and I haven't even gone out to work yet, which is not right.

The man quickly grabbed his tools and went out, only to find that everyone had unexpectedly overslept.

The once quiet village suddenly became lively again.

Everything seemed no different from usual.

However, if viewed from a normal perspective, one would find that there are no normal villagers left in the entire village.

These villagers were all wrapped in a large number of wriggling black lines, making each one look like a dark humanoid figure.

(Image from the game Rusty Lake series)

However, in their own eyes, these black lines do not exist at all; they are still normal human beings living and working.

The old pastor was followed by a huge black figure, heading towards the church.

Inside the church, Isabella opened her eyes.

Divine Art: Divine Sleep Technique.

A divine art that uses the power of faith to aid in a period of dormancy, allowing the believer's soul to approach the presence of God through a grid, thus enabling the believer to quickly recover their spirit and possessing a certain ability to heal soul damage.

Although the grid is congested, it only disrupts communication; the casting of such divine spells is still not a major problem.

"Why is it so noisy outside?" Isabella frowned. Because of the discovery of the whale disease, when they organized a team to search early in the morning, they had warned the villagers that it would be best to stay in their own homes today.

Could it be that these villagers couldn't stand it after only staying at home for a morning and a half afternoon?

My inner unease reached its peak at this moment.

Isabella immediately stood up and then saw the writing left by Nemes on a wooden board next to her.

Nemes said he would go find the village guards so that he could find the whale-borne disease patients first and thus interrupt the old priest's experiment.

As for being left alone in this half-collapsed church, Isabella didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

She's not the kind of delicate, pampered young lady.

“When Nair goes out to snatch patients with whale disease, the old pastor’s experiments are disrupted, and he will most likely take action on his own.”

Thinking of this, Isabella did not go out to check why there was so much noise. Instead, she immediately went to the statue in the church, took out a small knife she always carried, cut her finger, and quickly began to write on the statue.

Secret Technique: Blood Prayer

It is a technique that evolved from ancient blood sacrifice.

By writing sacred secrets with one's own blood on things related to God, one infuses one's own spirit into them, thereby attracting God's attention.

Of course, in most cases, God will not pay attention to these kinds of prayers.

Often only saints can communicate directly with God using this technique.

Therefore, Isabella wrote the blood prayer at this moment for only one purpose—

"At this moment, the idol is filled with my spirit, and the blood prayer can last for about fifteen minutes."

"In this quarter of an hour, it will be difficult for other priests to mobilize the faith in the idol. In other words, in the next quarter of an hour, only I can use the faith in the idol to perform divine magic."

"But why does this statue seem to lack some of the power of faith?"

The statue originally contained seven hundred years of faith power, and the consumption of faith for casting divine spells was not actually that great; faith was more like a catalyst in the process.

However, the power of faith within the statue now only lasts for five hundred years.

Before she could even think about these questions, Isabella sensed danger approaching and immediately cast a spell.

"The God of Discipline exists in the world, and the trajectory of all things is within the laws of the God. By the power of the God, I command you to manifest in the light!" Isabella raised her arms and held them upright in front of her. Her spiritual power gathered on her arms and then formed a magic circle.

Holy Spell: Divine Manifestation!

An invisible yet tangible wave burst forth from Isabella's hand, surging towards the surrounding objects.

Then an invisible entity was affected by the fluctuation, and its true form was forced to reveal itself to Isabella.

It was the old pastor and the huge black line monster behind him.

"Your foundation in holy magic is quite good," the old priest said with a smile, offering his praise.

"Teacher, it really is you." Although when they found Big Black in the church, they were pretty sure the old pastor was up to something.

Isabella also deduced the reason for everything.

But when the old pastor actually stood before her in this situation, she still felt uncomfortable.

"It's all your fault for interrupting my experiment," the old pastor said, showing no remorse whatsoever.

“These are all wrong. You taught me to do God…”

“This is following God’s way,” the old pastor interrupted Isabella’s excited words. “Everything I do is guided by God.”

"Moreover, the bloodline experiments were only suspended, not completely abandoned."

The old pastor slowly revealed information that was hard for Isabella to accept: "The bloodline experiment was suspended because of insufficient funds. From beginning to end, I have not received any punishment from the church."

"This experiment was approved and permitted by the church."

"My experiments have made significant progress in the last few years."

“Over the past three years, Aupu has ‘unexpectedly’ acquired a lot of controlled supplies.”

Do you really think the church is unaware of all this?

"The disciplined church is neither disciplined nor holy!"

Isabella froze on the spot. She already knew that the church was not entirely clean, but she only thought that some people with impure hearts had mixed in with the church's clergy.

However, it now seems that she is the minority?

Numerous black streaks shot out, making a rustling sound as they cut through the air.

However, the next moment, as these black lines approached Isabella, they suddenly began to burn.

Isabella, who seemed dazed, was surrounded by a great deal of divine energy.

Divine Art: Holy Fire!

A protective divine spell; any malicious attack that gets close will trigger a fluctuation, igniting a holy fire.

This sacred fire, once ignited, can then be manipulated for attack.

Let me repeat myself, Isabella is not some delicate young lady.

While arguing with the old pastor, she began preparing for the divine spell.

She only had fifteen minutes to recite the Blood Prayer, and she wouldn't waste it!