Devil's Bible

All these changes led to Nemus's ultimate fate—being sacrificed to become a prayer angel.

Chapter 104 Top Number

However, once he entered the historical period of the Prayer Angels, Nemus felt his fairy potion being rapidly depleted.

After a few strings of garbled characters, Nemus's vision returned to normal.

The Book of Time has returned to its previous form, the text has become very strange, similar yet different.

At this moment, Nemus understood why. These texts could be called the Secret Texts of Time or the Secret Texts of History, but they were only half-finished and still needed observers.

“It’s just that the fairy’s power is consumed too quickly. A single potion doesn’t have much power to begin with, and with the history I’m involved in, and the existence of gods, even just a single sentence can’t sustain me.” Nemus was well aware of this.

That is why Nemus has not yet fully experienced the true function of the Book of Time.

The only experience I've had so far is looking at my own life history and then using that history to observe the historical changes in the world, thereby gaining a wealth of information.

For example, if Nemus had quickly mastered his own power, he might now be able to access the detailed history of Tailtail Town and thus find out who is behind the Floating World Society.

Information reading is just a function, and Naims vaguely senses that personal history will gradually intersect with world history, and that is a special path.

"It seems this is what Xibin meant by glimpsing the course of history."

The current glimpse into history only allows us to see what happened in the past; the stronger the fairy's power, the more things they can see.

But the course of history is not just about the past, but also about the future.

"By observing world history through one's own life history, one can gradually grasp some of the direction of history."

"If the world participates in this with its own actions, it can gradually align itself with the existence of history."

"Ultimately, we gain the support of history."

This actually has a slight connotation of trying to seize the trend of the times.

Every era has its own trends, and these trends naturally have a driving force that can propel people to rapid advancement.

Of course, the premise is that we can grasp this force, have the corresponding ability, and shoulder historical responsibility.

Otherwise, they won't be able to afford it and will only be torn apart by the trend.

“My progress is not bad.” Nemus put down the Book of Time and closed his eyes to experience the sensations brought about by observing history.

With the support of these three characteristics, Nemus's progress exceeded the normal level.

After all, history has taken this path for over twenty years, but Xibin has only gone a part of it.

Nemes observed something promising after just one observation.

"This is probably also related to my personal identity." Xibin was just a branch of the fairy bloodline, while Nemus was truly involved in major events that could change world history.

The disappearance of the God of Discipline for at least three years has led to changes in the social environment on the backs of hundreds of floating whales.

The indirect impact is far greater, and it can even be said that it has changed the world's landscape to a certain extent.

What Xibin could find was probably just a minor historical opportunity, while what Naims could find might be a major one.

Standing at the forefront of the storm, one can likely acquire historical significance without expending much effort, thus becoming a legendary species.

"However, the corresponding risks are also terrifyingly high." When thinking about the risks, Nems felt no fear, only excitement.

After Naims finished organizing his thoughts, it had already become evening.

He got up and went to the church's refectory for a meal, where he could always see many clergy members and get to know them better.

This time, Nems even met Rhine.

This person, who is nominally the top leader of Baiwei Town, often acts like a ruthless work machine.

He would complete his work in a very standard and quick manner, and then go to work and leave work as usual.

They basically have no entertainment activities on weekdays.

When someone speaks in a completely emotionless tone, you often can't tell whether they're being sarcastic, sarcastic, or genuinely trying to remind you.

This is why, even his family members are not always close to him.

After all, Rhine never showed favoritism.

He had no friends and always dealt with business strictly by the book.

In this respect, aside from sometimes being like a riddle-maker, most of his characteristics are very similar to the 'rigid' person Nemus encountered in Airfoil City.

Nems greeted him and then witnessed a slightly surprising scene.

After eating a few bites, Rhine hurriedly got up and left, instructing his assistant to put the food away.

"What is this?" Nemus narrowed his eyes.

What could cause Rhine to break his routine must be something big.

However, if it involves the church, then you will most likely receive the information yourself.

"It's actually a private matter?" Nemus pondered as he ate; this was truly unusual.

The rope of the oath twitched slightly, and the souls began to resonate.

Nems's field of vision changed.

"Wait, wait, boss, it's almost my turn to show off, don't log in!!!"

Ignoring Angel A's complaints, Nemus took over Angel A's current body.

Then I looked at the current situation.

Currently, Angel A is located on the outskirts of the North District, enjoying the darkness with her eyes closed, while around her, some people are approaching Nemes, who is standing there, in disguise.

The leader was a middle-aged man with curly hair.

He was dressed in a black robe, with little to no disguise on his face. Nems reviewed the information he had, but there was no record of this person in Tailtail Town.

"So they didn't disguise themselves at all, but instead lived in anonymity all along?" Nemus was able to see the other party with Angel A's special perception ability. Angel A had found out the other party's identity earlier because they followed the clues they found.

After leaving the Floating World Society, this person quickly entered the city's sewers and then swiftly moved his position, but did not return to his residence.

Instead, he entered an underground bar in the southern district, a place where contraband was sold and underground boxing matches were held.

He stayed there for several days, almost becoming one with the atmosphere of the tavern.

If it weren't for Angel A's perception abilities exceeding the limits of the Iron Race to a certain extent, and her mastery of some spells for tracking and finding people, it probably wouldn't have been so easy to find this person.

"So, do you want to choose to submit?" Nems asked.

"You are strong, and a strong person should rightfully possess status, power, money, delicious food, beautiful women, and all the pleasures that bring them joy."

"Making yourself happy is a basic human instinct, yet you are able to endure being in all sorts of harsh environments." Nemes looked at the middle-aged man and spoke slowly, following the man's emotional fluctuations and grasping his key points.

"Either it's your own personal quirks that have been distorted by a long-term, harsh environment, or it's that you can endure all of this for a higher pursuit."

"Surrender is the only shortcut to achieving your goals!"

Chapter 105 The Alchemist

At this point, the burly man finally reacted.

"Anyone can talk, but most people can't keep their promises." His voice trembled as he spoke, as if he were enduring something, making it very difficult for him to speak.

"Isn't it a skill that I was able to find you in the crowd?"

"After finding you, I did not report you to the church, and I believe I have already shown you a certain degree of leniency."

Naim tilted his head slightly, his long white hair slipping down from behind his ears. He slowly rolled the white hair into a circle with his fingers and then stretched it out.

“That’s not enough. My relationship with the Floating World Society is merely one of cooperation. What you want is submission!” the burly man said, then took out a scale from under his black robe.

"An alchemist?" Nemus was slightly delighted; he really hadn't expected that the person in front of him would be an alchemist.

"Although I am not good at fighting, I would like to discuss combat strength with you."

“If I win, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, I will use this to seal your perception of my identity.” As the alchemist finished speaking, one side of the scales he had taken out immediately sank.

“And if I lose, then as you see it, I will submit to you.” Then something invisible fell on the other side of the scale, thus creating a balanced equilibrium.

"Is this the alchemical contract?" Nemus's closed eyes seemed to open slightly, and he plucked a white hair: "Then I agree."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man slammed his hands on the ground, unleashing a surge of spiritual energy that penetrated deep into the earth.

The impression given is that alchemists become both incredibly small and incredibly vast.

He seemed to have become some kind of bridge, connecting the heavens and the earth.

Then the earth began to tremble, rapidly changing and twisting.

The ground surged like ocean waves, and a large amount of soil clung together, as if a giant hand was slamming down on Nemus.

"He has some skill," Nemus commented, flicking his finger as the white hair in his hand flew out.

The next instant, the white hair twisted and was then swept up by the giant hand of earth.

"Gods cannot be dissolved in the mortal world!" Nemus murmured, and then, from the point where the hair was incorporated, the original soil quickly changed.

Rays of light pierced the soil, and the once fluid soil was quickly disrupted in the process.

When they reached Nemus, all the soil broke free from the alchemist's control, falling and raising dust that was just a hair's breadth away from Nemus.

The alchemist, who was communicating with the ether and matter above, suddenly changed his expression.

Then, gritting his teeth in resentment, he closed his eyes once more, immersing himself in the changes of the world, seeking the workings of it.

He didn't want to lose, no matter what.

As communication was completed and changes occurred between superiors and subordinates, the wind that had stirred up the dust began to carry an ominous scent.

These winds moved swiftly, then formed an encirclement, drawing closer to Nems.

"Astral Wind!" This alters the properties of matter, temporarily causing it to gravitate towards astral characteristics.

As it was being processed, the alchemist let out a painful roar, as if countless tiny knives were cutting and scraping at his mind.

Alchemists are spellcasters, and according to the old priest's theory, the core of a spellcaster is the link.

Alchemists connect with all kinds of matter, as well as the astral plane and etheric plane above matter.

Under the link, alchemy can adjust the properties of matter; however, in this process, it must act as the link itself to bear the reaction force brought about by the change.

“Commendable courage!” Nems commented, then took a deep breath.

The astral winds blowing towards him were quickly absorbed by Nemus, and the massive mental impact seemed to have struck metal and stone without leaving any trace.

Astral winds are a kind of mental wind that can have a profound impact on a person's mind.

However, even disregarding Nemus's true spirit structure, the body Nemus is currently using is almost immune to this astral wind.

After all, the Prayer Angels were created by God to fight against other gods or mythical beings.

Most of these battles take place in the astral plane or the etheric plane.

If one cannot be immune to the astral winds that may appear at any time in the astral plane, then there is no point in talking about combat units.

"Alright, stop!" As soon as Nemus finished speaking, his body seemed to flash with light, and he instantly appeared not far from the alchemist. His hand, which seemed to shimmer with light, landed on the alchemist's head.

The mental anguish caused by the connection with the astral winds was now greatly relieved.

“Although alchemy is the supernatural profession least affected by the number of seeds, when the difference in the number of seeds is too great, alchemy can hardly bridge the gap between us,” Nemus said seriously.

At the same time, they achieved victory in this battle.

Nems then slightly suppressed the surging message of discipline, slowing it down.

He looked at the people around him.

"Join the Fiction Protocol. Whatever your motives, the Fiction Protocol will accommodate you."

Most of them were former members of the Floating World Society and were under the management of alchemists.

Seeing that even the elders had lost, and now that the Floating World Society was gone, they really needed a new organization to provide a platform for them to survive.

As a result, most of these people chose to join the cult founded by Nemes—the Fictional Protocol.

With the addition of these people, the precepts changed once again.

The precepts have been updated.

[Main Commandment: Keeping the Oath]