Devil's Bible

However, at the same time, due to the Breath of Holy Law, all these demonic powers are transformed by the breathing technique and are not restrained by the holy fire of the holy attribute.

This punch was somewhat beyond the old priest's expectations, breaking through the protection of the Holy Fire.

The old priest remained calm as he watched the fist looming close and the flames that seemed poised to engulf him at any moment.

His body was pulled by a force, quickly retreating, and even flying into the air.

Numerous golden threads surrounded him, pulling at his body, making him appear like a saint entering heaven.

"What a pity, evil was always one step too late for me... Ah!" Before the old pastor could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain.

In that brief moment, although it didn't actually hit, Kulog sent out the painful sensation that Towns had previously suffered.

The pain traveled across the distance and landed on the old pastor, already somewhat aggravated.

But his frail body trembled violently from the excruciating pain, and even with his mouth open, he could barely breathe.

The old pastor flicked his finger, and strands of gold thread pierced his chest, quickly relieving his breathing problem.

Before the old pastor could recover, a dark shadow loomed over him.

The four-meter-tall Poole used his bony fins to reduce his weight as he leaped into the air.

As the fist slammed down, the old priest's body was once again pulled and dragged by the silk threads, changing his position to dodge.

"And the Feathered Serpent..." The old priest sensed the fluctuations of the invisible forces around him a step ahead.

It turned out that the Feathered Serpent controlled by Op had already lurked in the surrounding area at this time.

The old pastor quickly changed his position.

"Something's not right!" The old pastor realized the problem the moment he started moving.

There was a mistake in my position.

The large amount of seawater interfered with his control over the illusion.

In this illusory world where spatial vision is somewhat distorted, the actual distances and directions are still somewhat different.

However, because he had exhausted too much energy, he had trouble controlling his location.

The old pastor's spiritual power spread, and his extraordinary perception expanded. He then heard the sound of something leaping out of the water.

“Nair?!” The old pastor understood this.

Whether it was Towns' attack, or Poole and Feather Serpent's, they were all working together to force him to move towards the location of Nemus.

Nemus, whose movement was restricted by the Discipline spell, had already dodged 'Jack' with a single sword strike.

Secret Sword: Dark Raven Crossing!

Nemes appeared beside the old priest as if by teleportation, and the sword hidden behind his arm instantly appeared.

A sword thrust upwards, seemingly about to slice the old priest in two instantly.

"Brilliant tactics." The old priest's body trembled for a moment.

At that moment, it seemed as if Nemes's sword had pierced through his body, yet the sword had not caused him any damage whatsoever.

"Unfortunately, a feasible tactic does not mean sufficient strength."

"The pain I didn't expect before was actually your last chance to hurt me."

The old pastor's body was pulled away by the golden thread and flew far away.

"Did the real and the fake alternate?" Nemus frowned, roughly understanding why Isabella's attempt to take them both down had failed.

Isabella's massive holy fire burned the rope of his vow that he had left in the church, which is why he did not see the end.

"How could this be a spell that an old Ironborn priest could cast?"

The power to transform reality into illusion requires at least a golden seed to achieve, and even if the old priest used it once with all his might, why is he able to use it a second time now?

This is definitely not normal.

Nemus quickly realized that he had already used the secret sword six times, and he only had four more steps left in this period.

Furthermore, if they fail to discover the old priest's secret of being able to switch between reality and illusion, then even if they find another opportunity to attack, they will probably not be able to defeat him and will only waste their own power.

"His final instruction to Isabella was about the nature of magic." That was probably the only sentence Nems heard.

Nemus had a general idea of ​​what was going on. He wasn't exactly a spellcaster, but he did know something about it.

"A spellcaster needs to prepare for a long time and gather enough spellcasting materials in order to cast a spell that far exceeds their own level."

"So, did the old priest use some special spellcasting materials?" When Nemes arrived with his men, they had already seen the church collapse.

The church was where the old pastor spent the most time. If the church is gone, where will he have to prepare for his spells?

Nems's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the village.

It reminds me of old games.

Chapter 63 Refraction, isn't it amazing?

"In that case, it seems that it was the right thing to do to have Aro and the Twin Swordsmen wait outside earlier."

From the very beginning, Nems kept Aro and the others out in the open, leaving their situation in the 'unknown'.

At least that's how the old pastor saw it.

At the start of the battle, Nemus did not allow the village guards, who lacked combat skills, to enter the fray.

The purpose of having him appear was simply to make one thing clear to the old pastor—Leah, who was about to transform into a whale, was in his hands.

Because of this, Nemes was able to anticipate some of the old pastor's actions at crucial moments.

"Go and meet up with Aro and the others, then obey my orders." Nemus manipulated the Oath Rope to convey this command to the village guardians.

Once Nemus's artifact acquires the ultimate control trait, he can directly transmit certain information to his target using the Oath Rope.

Instead of the previous situation where, from a distance, it could only trigger commands, forming a form of "reading my eyes" or "giving me a look."

Having realized this, Nemes knew that now was the time to test his abilities.

The old pastor wouldn't be careless; he would most likely take control of himself as quickly as possible during this period and obtain information about Leah from him.

Or, just kill yourself!

"Nair, you wicked one, now I begin to judge you!" The old priest, suspended in mid-air by golden threads, began to chant rapidly.

When Nemus's mobility is restricted, a powerful spell is the best way to finish him off.

Jacques, who had been attacking Nemes, retreated and stood guard beside the old priest, protecting against potential attacks from Downs, Poole, and the Feather Serpent.

Without interference, the old pastor's mental fluctuations began to become increasingly intense.

"The Faceless God bears witness—"

“Behold this sinful creature, a messenger of chaos, a thief of source energy.”

"In Your name, the law is decreed: Your blood is the blood of sin, Your body is the body of sin."

"Destroy its blood, destroy its body, and in doing so, destroy chaos!"

May your power revolve forever!

Divine Art: Annihilation!

The basic requirement for this divine spell is that the caster be at the bishop level and have undergone at least one divine baptism.

Its effect is to draw upon the power of the gods, which falls directly upon the target and then causes the most fundamental annihilation, completely reducing its existence to the most basic particles.

Even if it possesses resurrection-like abilities, it's useless, as this divine art also has the effect of preventing resurrection.

Countless high-ranking demons have perished under this divine spell.

The old pastor finished chanting, panting heavily, but the spell was not immediately cast.

“Insufficient mental energy activity…” The old priest knew the reason and could only continue to guide the operation of the divine spell.

Nemus sensed the intense fluctuations of divine magic and narrowed his eyes slightly.

At present, Poole and Downs are temporarily blocked by 'Jacques', and Op's only spell, Green Elf's Embrace, can barely protect him and preserve his body intact.

The only option is to save ourselves.

Nemus slightly rotated the sword in his hand.

With only four steps left, it would be difficult for him to escape the range of the divine spell.

Besides, other sword techniques are also difficult to be effective against such powerful spells.

This time, Nems' brain was working at high speed. Under pressure, he only felt excitement, not fear.

"So, my only option is to use the power of the demon itself?" Nemus loved a challenge.

Just as he had requested, a perfect, once-in-a-lifetime wave.

To risk one's life in a battle that will be worthy of one's life.

It is a battle against the raging waves, a battle against the world, and a battle against oneself.

“Although this wave wasn’t perfect, let me practice a little.” Nemus raised his sword, then lowered his body slightly. As he moved, the surrounding seawater rippled, reflecting shimmering light.

"The divine spell was merely a means to kill me, and the old priest must have had other arrangements in place to ensure that the spell would hit."

Where could it be?

Even now, Nemus still couldn't fully figure out how to deal with the divine spell "Annihilation" as a human, but his mind was full of the old priest's tactical options.

The old priest narrowed his eyes, and then the nearly completed divine spell was about to fall on Nemus.

The speed of annihilation will be very fast, extremely fast, and then it will itself be destroyed.

"It's an illusion!" The moment the light shifted, Nemus realized the old priest's trick.

As the light faded, all illusions vanished.

The true situation in the outside world came into view.

It was already dark; there were no stars or moon in the sky, and no candles lit in the village.

It was pitch black everywhere.

The transition from light to darkness happened in an instant, and Nemus's eyes couldn't adjust in time.

He had completely lost all his vision. He couldn't get any information from his sight about whether the annihilating divine spell had been cast or when it would strike him.

My heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

Then came an extremely sharp sound, as if countless sharp objects were rubbing against each other.

This is the effect of the divine spell, Annihilation. It destroys things with invisible and faceless power, turning them into the most basic particles. During this process, the destruction and decomposition of things will produce this sharp sound.

At the same time, some flames were also present.

The old pastor had keen senses; even from the slightest glimmer of light, he could instantly discern the situation.

The spot where Nemus had been standing was now deserted, except for a sword standing in the water, which was being rapidly disintegrated.

"The Sacred Rune Sword is the means you use to locate and control me when necessary, isn't it?" Nemus's voice rang out. "It works fine most of the time, but you can activate the Dark Hand at crucial moments to sense and restrict me."

The old pastor quickly looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Nems is standing up from the water.

"You are trying to interfere with my perception by canceling the illusion, attempting to use a change in one perception to cover up another."

"That sword was activated at that moment."

"I'm sorry, but the moment the light changed, I already guessed your plan..."

"I've encountered this sword trick before."

“You have borrowed my illusion…” The old pastor now understood what had happened and looked at the seawater that was now rippling slightly.

"The moment the illusion is dispelled, the altered spatial dislocation returns to normal."

"Visually, this changes your actual location and distance."

"You threw your sword, secretly stirred the water with your foot, and then sank into the water."

"I used my last illusion to create the illusion that your image on the water was next to you."

"After dispelling the illusion, I also lost my sight, so I instinctively attacked based on my connection to the sword..."