Devil's Bible

"There's a big problem!" Al realized this and quickly grabbed his companion's hand, wanting to take him with him.

His companion was a laborer whose name, given to him casually by his family, was Fas, which means a type of bread without sawdust or husks.

At this moment, Fass was also looking intently at the peer in the crowd who was talking eloquently.

He was only fourteen years old, and every day he had to move all kinds of goods at the dock. Although his name was Fas, he had never eaten Fas before.

"Can I eat Phos then?" Phos asked excitedly, completely unaware of his friend Al's tugging at him.

"You can eat, you can eat everything!" The person in the center immediately said when he heard someone cheering, "You can eat as much as you want in Phos, and you can also drink as much milk as you want!"

As the man spoke, most of the people surrounding him had a gleam in their eyes, as if they could see those wonderful days ahead.

"But what about the Rope Gang?" At the Seventh Street Wharf, there is a gang called the Rope Gang. Those people control the wharf and the Seventh Street area, and collect protection money.

Most of these people were laborers who usually wouldn't even glance at the members of the Rope Gang. If they did, they would be beaten severely.

"Don't be afraid, the God of Illusion has granted me power!" The man laughed loudly, told those surrounding him to move aside, and then took off his clothes.

His thin body was covered in scars, which was normal.

In the South District, who hasn't been beaten up a few times?

What Al found unusual was that there was an inverted pentagram magic circle on his chest.

At that moment, the man clenched his fist tightly and pounded it into his chest.

Then a wisp of black aura emanated from the inverted pentagram formation.

These auras lingered around the man, and his withered body instantly swelled up as if inflated.

"Come on, pick up the stick on the ground." His sudden change in demeanor startled many of the people around him.

The fact that they can do manual labor and haven't joined a gang after all this time speaks volumes about their weakness.

It's fine to joke around casually, but when something really happens, I get scared.

"I'll do it!" Phos seemed to have been blinded by the promise of all-you-can-eat Phos, and he immediately picked up a stick from the ground.

"Throw it at me!" the man said, and then told Phos to do it.

Phos was not intimidated and raised his stick to strike.

The stick snapped in two, but not a single red mark appeared on the man's body.

He dusted off the sawdust off his clothes and looked around smugly.

"See that? This is power. I'm not even afraid of knives now!" As he spoke, the man withdrew the black aura around his body and stopped using it.

According to the person who made the agreement, his power can be activated at any time, but can only be used for half an hour at a time.

The power will dissipate after half an hour.

He needs to win over more people who believe in this fictional god in order to continuously gain this power.

If he can be won over to a certain extent, he can also enter the fictional agreement, sign the agreement that changes his own fate, and become an agreement holder.

The undeniable power excited everyone around them.

They surrounded the man, asking him more questions.

However, this person did not say anything more. He only said that if you wanted to gain power, you had to join the Black Star gang he founded. Then he kept making empty promises, saying what he would do in the future so that everyone could live a good life.

This kind of rhetoric is very appealing; at least Al noticed that Fas next to him was completely captivated.

"Al, didn't you say you wanted to find an opportunity to learn some breathing techniques and meditation to gain power?"

“This is a great opportunity! How about we join the Black Star Gang together?!” At least Fass remembered that he had brought a friend with him.

He asked Al with a face full of excitement.

"Hurry, Phos!" Although Al had fallen into his current predicament, his experience told him that this kind of power and this method of proselytizing were far too dangerous.

"What's wrong?" Fass was still caught up in his excitement and looked at his friend with a puzzled expression.

Before Al could explain in detail, a commotion came from not far away.

A group of people with ropes tied around their shoulders gathered around from both ends of the alley.

"It's the Rope Gang!" Fass, who had been turned around by Al, immediately spotted the group and cried out in terror.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" The newly formed leader of the Black Star Gang stepped forward and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, the alleyway was too noisy, and the people were so frightened by the mention of the Rope Gang that they wanted to run away.

His shouts, aside from drawing some people to his side, did little to calm them down.

In the end, they are nothing more than a rabble.

However, the leader of the Black Star Gang was quite capable. He knew very well that only by winning could he gain the trust of these people and then boost their courage.

And so a great battle ensued.

The character Arsiqia is based on a story by a reader named Leiquqian from the Longtao Lou book club, and her personality has been slightly modified.

Chapter 110 Three Interns

At the lower levels of gang warfare, there isn't much skill involved.

It's a contest of who is calmer and who has more courage.

The Black Star Gang leader, who had gained some invulnerability through a bit of demonic power, had some bloodstains on his body from the knife, but they were all superficial wounds.

On the contrary, the other members of the Rope Gang were beaten so badly by his fists and feet that their bones were broken, and they fell to the ground howling in pain.

With the end of this great battle, not many people remained in the alleyways.

The members of the rope gang lay on the ground groaning in pain, while many of the laborers who had been drawn over earlier found an opportunity to escape from the other side.

The only people left at the scene were the gang leader, Fass, and four or five people who had been surrounding the gang leader. Al originally wanted to run away, but he was worried about his friend Fass, so he stayed.

"Let's leave here first, regroup, and then I'll take down the Rope Gang in a couple of days!" The gang leader looked down at the now-dimmed inverted pentagram magic circle and at some Rope Gang members who had run away on the other side of the alley, and said.

He led a few brothers who had passed the test to evacuate.

Because of his merit in discovering the Rope Gang in advance, Fas was even pulled into the Black Star Gang leader's fold and regarded as his 'confidant'.

After all, most people at the bottom of society don't have the courage to stand up, but Fass has that courage, which makes him a talent.

At this point, it was not appropriate for Al to step forward and call Fass away.

He could only grit his teeth and leave with Phos, intending to find an opportunity to tell Phos about the problem and drag him away with him.

In the afternoon, three figures appeared around the alley.

Behind them were several gang members with bruised faces and ropes draped over their arms.

"Is this the place?" The three trainee paladins approached the alleyway before the others could answer.

"There is indeed some demonic aura." Most of the breathing techniques practiced by paladins have aspects that target demons.

Using breathing techniques, if the air they inhale contains the aura of a demon, their breathing will change to alert them.

"Was it done by remnants of the Floating World Society?" a golden-haired paladin asked with some resentment.

The Floating World Society also has some connection with demons, and some of its members possess demonic power.

So when a new possessor of demonic power appeared, he instinctively thought of the Floating World Society.

In fact, this is quite normal. With the main members of the Floating World Society arrested, it is impossible for the remaining people to return to normal life.

Their desires will continue to drive them to form new small cults, and then continue to grow.

With this in mind, the golden-haired paladin perked up.

"Lord Nair has given us a second chance. This time, we'll definitely teach those people a lesson!" the blond paladin said, full of motivation.

He had previously gone to deal with the whale dung beetles, but was secretly sabotaged by members of the Floating World Society, and was injured and defeated.

According to the rules and regulations, he should wait for more than a year before he can apply for formal employment again.

He was naturally grateful to be given a second chance.

On one side was a second chance, and on the other was old grudges. Apart from the blond paladin, the other two apprentice paladins were also unwilling to give up this opportunity.

Even the stench that had been lingering in the southern district seemed to have vanished at this moment.

They obtained relevant information from the members of the Rope Gang, such as the identity of the person who possessed demonic power and their home address.

On the other hand, they began searching for traces of the demonic aura, visiting people in the surrounding area and asking them if they had seen the direction the group had left in.

Unfortunately, the Black Star Gang leader's parents died early, and he was homeless.

As for the people around them, most of them were unwilling to get involved in trouble, and no matter what they were asked, they said they didn't know.

Some of them, even those who had previously participated in the discussion, were afraid of being arrested and remained completely silent.

The three trainee paladins were still too inexperienced; they spent the whole afternoon working but didn't get any useful information.

In the end, it was the members of the Rope Gang who, amidst the threat of violence, found a clue.

A laborer named Fass neither went home nor went to work.

He may very well have been tempted by the devil and become a follower of the devil.

The rope gang has taken their parents into custody.

The three trainee paladins actually looked down on these so-called gang members.

The Rope Gang was just a small gang at the Seventh Street dock, composed of former boatmen and laborers.

The leader's stats might not even exceed five, so it's not certain that you can withstand one of his sword strikes.

These gangs are basically a cycle.

The small gang was originally formed by dockworkers to protect themselves from being exploited. However, over a long period of time, it gradually deviated from its original purpose. The gang members stopped working and instead began to exploit those they were supposed to protect.

As they go further and further astray, some of the exploited young people will naturally rise up, gain support from other sources, overthrow the gang, and establish a new one.

Then another cycle begins.

Most of the apprentice paladins are nobles, and they are educated.

Some of these examples illustrate the evolution of such small gangs.

"If it weren't for that so-called fictitious agreement, we wouldn't have needed to set foot here and be received by these people at all." The speaker was a short-haired man with triangular eyes.

He looked around at everything with a sense of disgust.

The so-called Rope Gang treated them to the best of everything, but in his eyes, those things were things that even the servants in his household wouldn't eat.

Do those lowly people in the Rope Gang really think he'll treat them well because of this little thing?

“Brent, don’t show this disgust.” The one who answered him was another apprentice paladin, who was wearing a turban and had his mouth covered as well; his name was Galen.

“We still need to use these people now. They are the local bigwigs, and they are more skilled at finding people.”

“Give them a friendly look, and these people will work extra hard, hoping to get on our good side.”

“Alright, the most urgent thing is to find the member of the fictitious agreement and find out the structure of the other organization from him.” The blond man felt a vague discomfort listening to the conversation between the two and interrupted them.

"We cannot waste the opportunity given to us by Lord Nair!"

“Gabriel, stop talking about Nai all the time…” Brent, with his short hair and triangular eyes, was about to explode when he heard the blond man’s words, but Galen stopped him.

Unlike Gabriel, Brent came from a noble family, and most of his elders had been associated with the Tribunal. His uncle had been defeated and humiliated by Nemes, so he never had much affection for Nemes.

He still harbored some resentment towards Nemes after being sent to the latrines the first time and then to the South District the second time.

Chapter 111 Soul Accessories

Nems squinted, listening to the changing voices of various faiths.

The fictitious agreement has already shown initial success.

Some casual believers, and even some true believers, have emerged.

For example, the former leader of the Black Star Gang had a very simple mindset: whoever gives me power, I will believe in them.

To some extent, he became a true believer even before those who made the agreement.

These people, aside from their daily prayers, would invoke the fictional god whenever they needed power or wanted to gain power.

Although the amount of faith power provided by such thoughts is not much, the frequency is fast enough that the faith power gained in a year exceeds the standard unit.