Devil's Bible

So the spotlight of that battle naturally fell on the opponent.

"Is this all there is to it?" Phos asked himself.

If you make it to the end, escape, and become the ultimate winner, your future will be secure.

Everything seems to be fine.

Given his abilities, it's already quite an achievement that he's gotten this far.

If this continues, he can't guarantee his safety.

It seems this is the best he can do.

“Lord Nemus, I…” Fass opened his mouth, wanting to say that he was withdrawing and asking him to help cover up his escape.

But then he discovered that the world before his eyes was being distorted.

The familiar alternation of hot and cold, the familiar sight within the body—it appeared once again.

“Your spirit seems to have already provided the answer,” Nemus said with admiration.

At that moment, all of Phos's thoughts were shattered.

The emotions hidden beneath reason became his only thought.

"I'm not reconciled!!"

"I'm absolutely not satisfied!!"

“I still want to continue!” Fass solemnly conveyed his thoughts to Nemus.

“Then let’s head towards the manor; Isabella is coming,” Nems gave his instructions.

During this observation, Phos's mental response was more intense, yet also more resilient.

If Phos's success rate was only 10% last time, then now Phos has at least a 30% chance of success.

This is not low; on the contrary, it is exceptionally high.

A person who has nothing, no bloodline, no famous teacher, no strong self-potential, and relies entirely on the berserk accessories given by Nemus.

From Generation I to Generation IV, and then incorporating soul accessories.

Fass has been taking shortcuts and fast tracks all along.

In this situation, the fact that he has a 30% success rate in breaking through the limitations to become a steel species already shows that he is exceptionally compatible with those things.

If things had been slightly less severe, Phos would probably have split into a monster during the last mental vortex, or simply died from a head explosion.

Phos nodded seriously.

His mental state is still a little weak. If he can discover his ultimate potential in this desperate situation and absorb the resources he has gained from others through symbiotic relationships, then he will have a new future.

This transformation is somewhat similar to an ordinary soul being thrown into the abyss, tainted by too much of the abyss's energy, and then corrupted into a demonic state.

However, Nemus's conditions are far inferior to those of the Abyss, so whether Phos can succeed depends entirely on himself, and Nemus has no guarantee of success.

With this in mind, Phos set off.

He didn't head towards the manor in a carefree manner.

Because there is definitely more than just Black Mask at the manor.

The other party, a monastic from the Discipline Church, has abandoned everything to carry out a secret mission here.

If it's a secret mission that can't be brought to light, then this matter is definitely of great importance.

You could encounter any kind of enemy here.

The previous battle with Black Mask must have alerted everyone else in the manor.

“So…” Fass took a deep breath and then quickly headed toward the manor, shouting as he went, “I know your secret, people of the Church.”

“Stay here. Kill me, or like the previous person, choose to commit suicide with boundary magic,” Phos said, his voice echoing throughout the manor.

At this moment, he was in an indescribable state.

On the one hand, he was cautious and carefully observed the surrounding situation to ensure that he would not be instantly killed by a sudden attack.

On the other hand, he boldly provoked and uttered hurtful words.

As long as his words are there, the person behind it will not be able to simply bury the 'evidence' in the manor and then choose to escape.

"They will definitely come to kill me!" Phos seemed to be burning with fear, excitement, and even a strange sense of happiness.

That kind of happiness of standing on the stage and being the center of attention.

From a child in the slums to this point, it's like riding the waves; he has reached the pinnacle.

Under these mental conditions, Phos's spirit became increasingly active.

They then quickly located the enemy's position.

The black aura became even more active at this moment, rapidly pulsating and merging into the steel ball.

Layer upon layer of steel balls move to fixed positions, echoing the stars in the sky, thus forming a force field shield.

Almost the instant the shield was formed, a large number of white, bullet-shaped objects flew in from one side.

The projectiles struck the shield rapidly, causing ripples in the air.

"They're all elites!" Phos could sense the numerical values ​​in these spells. The values ​​weren't too high, so they were very likely not Iron-type.

However, Phos did not underestimate his opponent because of this.

The spell multiplier is extremely high.

A priest with a stat of 7 can achieve a 3x multiplier and deal over 20 points of damage with a slightly better spell.

Phos's steel ball force field shield only has a protection value of twenty.

Judging from these projectiles, these people are basically the church's elite, capable of casting spells with a multiplier of three, or even higher.

Therefore, if one is not careful and is hit by any attack spell, one may die as a result.

Having averted the attack, Phos did not retaliate immediately. Instead, he enveloped himself in black aura and lunged toward the side.

Sure enough, other attacks followed.

A beam of light descended from the sky, a blinding white light that seemed capable of purifying everything.

Chapter 165 Shouldn't Rot

Phos looked up and saw rows of black masks.

The sight of everyone wearing black masks and the same clothing greatly shocked Phos.

Especially after understanding the meaning behind these black masks, one can't help but feel an urgent pressure.

He was practically courting death.

These black-masked individuals are definitely from the faction that is fiercely loyal to the church.

They might be doing something shady here.

But even if they are taken down, Phos probably won't fare well.

Because this involved such a huge matter, Phos couldn't help but start to doubt whether Lord Nemus could be trusted.

Lord Nemus established a fictitious agreement, and has Gemini, Becky, and other lords under his command.

They have hardly ever been in the open; they have only relied on peripheral organizations with fabricated agreements to stir up trouble.

Much of Phos's previous confidence came from Nems.

After all, Nemes could fool most of the church members, so if he succeeded, he would definitely be able to protect himself.

But at this moment, Phos lost that confidence.

A group of black masks represents a group of ascetics.

One ascetic is one thing, it might be his personal hobby, but a group of ascetics only means that this matter is of great importance to the church!

If anything happens to these people, the church will definitely send out its golden seeds, right?!

"Then, will Nemes be able to protect me then?" Phos couldn't help but waver.

Even if he succeeds in this situation, he will likely face accountability afterward.

After this idea came to mind, Phos couldn't help but explore his connection with Nemes.

Then he felt a void, as if Nems's spirit had never connected with him from beginning to end.

At this moment, Phos couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

After taking a deep breath, Fass forced himself to calm down.

Things have come to this point, and since he's already here, there's no way he can tell these ascetics that everything he said before was nonsense and whether they can reconcile.

If you can't bring yourself to say that kind of joke, then you only have one choice left.

"Fight!" With his retreat blocked and Nems's communication severed, Phos's only remaining option was to fight.

With this answer, Phos's brief moment of hesitation vanished.

Without any pause, a large amount of black energy surged into Phos's body.

At this moment, as the black energy flowed into the eyes within the body, it entered the next stage.

Phos felt as if his body was no longer under his control, yet he was also at his mercy.

His gaze drifted from his eyes and body, landing on the top of his head, becoming a third-person perspective.

From this perspective, one's body seems to be able to be driven by one's thoughts and has been sufficiently strengthened.

This is what most spellcasters will truly gain a third eye after entering the Iron Seed realm.

With this unique perspective, Phos controlled his body to quickly approach the manor.

Then a black mask appeared on one side, and the spell was cast once again.

A large number of white bullets were fired, almost completely covering Phos's movement trajectory.

Phos suddenly stopped, as if ignoring inertia, and came to an instant.

A large number of white bullets flew past him, but did not touch Phos at all.

With this newfound perception, Phos realized just how lucky he had been to defeat that Iron Man with the black mask.

The opponent is quite capable, but probably not very skilled in combat, which is why I gave him the opportunity to use a simple distraction option to disable his offensive and defensive capabilities.

Furthermore, if the other party hadn't known that things might be exposed and hadn't tried to keep the secret, and hadn't created a psychological loophole by destroying Al's body, they probably would have 'committed suicide'.

Given the circumstances, the other side might not have completely lost its ability to resist. If they continued to seize the opportunity to fight, Phos might not necessarily win.

That's why, even after winning, Phos felt that all the 'glory' had been stolen by that person.

"Perhaps from the perspective of a direct confrontation, the opponent was more likely committing suicide, rather than me winning against him." At this moment, Phos also felt that he was being a bit pretentious.

But at such moments, he didn't think there was anything wrong with being pretentious.

"This may be the only and biggest stage of my life, and I am absolutely unwilling to take my final bow and end the performance here!"

"My story doesn't end there. From the moment I signed the fictitious agreement, I took control of the pen that writes my own life!"

A powerful conviction erupted, and the black aura emanating from Phos's entire body grew even stronger.

And at this moment, these black auras are also changing slightly.

Previously, it was a kind of indistinguishable black, but now, this black has a feeling of radiance.

In front of a mountain villa some distance from the manor, Nemes and Kru watched Fass's performance.

If before, Phos was merely a pawn, a pawn that brought the fictional agreement to the world's attention and then disappeared from the world's viewpoint representing the outside of the fictional agreement.

So when he made the decision to continue, his status as a pawn in Nems' eyes was automatically removed.

Just as Nemes and Kru had said before, their ideal was a flower rooted in decay.

Nemes is ruthless and has no 'goodwill' towards this world.

This world itself is rotten, and Nems is rotten too.

Only that flower called ideal should not rot.

So Nemes came here in person, hoping to see Phos's final performance.