Devil's Bible

Secret Sword: Sparrow Breaks the Sky.

As if cleaving water with a sword, the originally calm water surface is fractured by the sword blade, thus forming a layer of white.

At this moment, the sword blade, while in mid-air, also deflected and cut through the air, creating a fracture.

The falling lightning was severed the moment it struck.

“No need for these tricks that mix truth with falsehood. I’ve struck real lightning before, and the speed is off.” Nemus swung his longsword, and suddenly, a large amount of red flames appeared on the previously empty blade.

The clouds that had changed shape returned to normal.

The old priest just cast a holy spell, not a shaping spell.

A high-speed flame that uses sin as fuel.

Even if it cannot directly hit its target, it will attach itself to nearby objects and then spread rapidly.

It can inflict both physical and mental harm on the target.

However, compared to real thunder, this thing is still a bit slower.

It was precisely because of these odd touches that Nemus was able to directly deduce the problem with the illusion.

The old pastor narrowed his eyes: "It seems I need to get to know you again, Nail."

"Does it make sense?" Nemus's sword flashed, the wind from the blade extinguishing the burning flames of sin spreading before him, and he walked step by step toward the old priest.

Even if you get to know me a hundred times, ten thousand times, will things still be different?

"You are trapped in the past, mourning only the past."

"When anything new appears, you will only instinctively judge whether it is useful for your experiment."

"Your decay is not only physical, but also spiritual."

Nemes' words were like sharp blades piercing the old pastor.

This move can also be called—Heart Secret Sword: Death Bird.

With sharp words and insightful understanding of human nature, they launch a piercing attack on the target's mind and spirit.

Nemes' words startled the old pastor, and then Downs and Poole rushed forward.

The four-meter-tall giant was running faster than Towns at that moment.

Its enormous body was not bulky at all; on the contrary, it was exceptionally agile.

Completely ignoring the fine golden lines, he instantly approached the old priest, and the moment his foot landed, the already shallow footprint became heavy.

Poole's sense of oppression reached its peak at this point.

Special Feature: Bone Fins!

They reduce their weight to increase their speed and increase their weight to enhance their attacks.

Poole's body was stretched into a slanted line almost as he ran and threw the punch.

His muscles bulged, pushing his strength to its limit, and then he threw a punch.

The airflow was forced out from the fist, forming a visible white halo.

The fist struck the target, producing a loud thud.

Towns felt a sharp pain in his body, and he found himself standing in front of Poole, having been standing on the other side.

The powerful punch didn't land on the old pastor; instead, Towns took the brunt of it.

Towns, who was sent flying backward, disappeared into the illusion in an instant.

The old pastor had experienced many battles, large and small, throughout his life. Although his emotions fluctuated, he never let them affect his fighting rhythm.

He understood one thing very well: only the winners had the right to discuss right and wrong.

If you lose, then no matter how reasonable you are, it's not your place to argue.

"Has the spatial structure been altered by illusions?" Nemus narrowed his eyes, understanding dawning on him.

The current situation does not involve truly changing space; this is not something that a single steel species can accomplish.

The old pastor simply overwrote reality using his own realm of illusion, much like some kind of visual illusion, creating problems with spatial perception through visual means.

(Some of the patterns in the picture are actually straight.)

All of this happens in the smallest things; if you're not careful, your own spatial position can be misperceived because of this.

Although the space we see now is just an ordinary flat area, the actual situation may be extremely uneven and crooked.

It's also possible that some parts are slightly curved, which you see, and your brain perceives as curved, so you adjust the angle slightly.

But in reality, it's straight there.

Each misalignment leads to this 'spatial reconstruction'.

"Thinking you know everything, can you really see the true reality?"

"Nail?"

The old pastor did not directly answer Nemes's accusations; instead, he asked in return this question.

The spell was then cast again.

However, before his spells arrived, Op's spells came first.

Summoning spell - Single path!

This spell aims to sense a certain area, then open a one-way passage, allowing things from that area to automatically pass through the passage to this location.

The moment the passage opened, a large amount of seawater began to flood into the area.

The water splashed and rippled, like ocean waves crashing in.

The originally normal illusionary world also began to fluctuate and became less real.

"Water is ever-changing in its movement and stillness, yet it is orderly!"

“Old man, can your calculations still cover so much movement?” Op issued his own challenge.

Water flows towards a certain place, and bounces back due to obstacles, forming a 'tide', causing water to splash up, and some debris to flow in the water.

A vast amount of information is mixed in, and everything is so unpredictable.

As the caster of illusions, he must take into account the changes in the water flow.

However, in this impermanence, it is relatively easy for observers to find a pattern.

If the old pastor fails to keep track of the changing water flow, the realm he has constructed through illusion will become flawed due to the movement of the water.

For example, Poole discovered the old pastor's true location the instant the water flowed.

Chapter 60 Villains!

Poole did not hesitate because of the accidental injury to Towns. He swung his fist again and punched the part of the water flow that was obstructing it.

The fist seemed to travel several meters in an instant, yet it also appeared to be a normal swing.

He traversed the spatial distance reconstructed by the illusion and landed a punch in front of the old pastor.

"Boom!"

A collision sound rang out, and a barrier that seemed to isolate everything appeared, blocking Poole's punch.

Holy spell: Protective Barrier.

Compared to the Divine Art of Protection, the Protection Barrier limits the range of damage protection, thus providing strong protection against frontal physical attacks.

Most of the power was absorbed by the barrier during this process, and there was even a backlash. Fortunately, Poole had the tough skin property, so this backlash could not harm him.

"Then, have you truly seen yourself?" Nemus stood in the seawater, which was just above his knees, but it did not significantly hinder his movements.

As the breath flows, the blade changes accordingly.

There were no specific moves; it was just a basic sword swing.

When the blade struck the barrier, the force was transmitted to its maximum, and the spell was cut through.

Spells that protect against physical attacks will inevitably be disrupted by physical attacks.

Therefore, as long as we target it properly, the protective barrier is nothing more than a matter of one strike.

Accompanying Nemus's next sword strike were his calm yet penetrating words.

"When you fight Isabella, your figure will be hidden in the illusions you use."

"But in this heavenly illusion, you stubbornly place your own form within it."

"But in this illusory realm full of spatial distortions, your presence within it feels more like self-deception."

"you……"

Do you truly believe from the bottom of your heart that you can go to heaven?

As the blades clashed, the prayer angel who had been behind the old priest appeared in front of him, its sword blocking the blow for him.

However, with the power of Nemus's blade, a wave of energy appeared on this 'prayer angel'.

Its image, covered in black lines, then appeared, but quickly returned to its angelic form.

"Jacques?" Although the black lines completely enveloped him, Nemus knew the other party's true identity with just one sword strike.

The force changed slightly, but the swordsmanship remained unchanged.

This swordsmanship, much like the lines on a palm, is full of personal information and is easily recognizable to a swordsmanship master like Nemus.

"This kind of cover-up is as ridiculous as your self-deception."

Faced with Nemes's barrage of words, the old pastor chose to remain silent.

Because he himself knew that he was burying his head in the sand, but once he admitted it, it would be like tearing off his last fig leaf.

"You watched my fight with Isabella, didn't you?" So the old priest chose to attack instead of defending, seizing the information revealed in Nemus's words.

"You deliberately left Isabella alone in the church so that she could be a test subject."

"In order to obtain more information about me."

"You are neither a saint nor a righteous person."

"At this moment, I can smell your disgusting ambition."

"You are one hundred percent evil!!"

"Hmm, you could be even more aggressive." Nems was momentarily speechless upon hearing the old priest's words.

You've already attacked the meaning of the other person's existence, and all they say in return is call you a little rascal.

However, Nemus understood the reason for the old pastor's attack.

What he needed was not for Nems to break down, but for himself to have some excuse to strengthen his beliefs.

This is also a form of sophistry, which Nemes is equally adept at.

When others point out your problems, don't try to solve them; instead, focus on pointing out their mistakes.

This was the case for the old pastor, who could not resolve his own problems or answer his own wishful thinking about atonement, so he brought up Nemes's problem.

If Nemes is an evil person, then Nemes' accusations are invalid.

One who fights against evil is righteous and without fault.

Often, people are like diodes, seeing things in either/or.

They cannot accept imperfect victims, nor can they accept problematic champions of justice.

Unable to be realistic, their minds are filled with opposing views.

The old pastor was in the same boat; his life was full of holes.

From a fearless priest who was willing to sacrifice himself to save others, to a bishop who could tolerate minor mistakes.

From the researcher with blood on his hands to his current state of repentance and desire for atonement.

His life was a complex process.

Because of this complex and flawed life, one can only rely on opposing viewpoints to forcibly sustain it at this moment.

Just like in a collapsed house, the last two beams crossed and braced against each other.