Devil's Bible

Whether he succeeds or fails, Nemes will witness it.

Phos, who was in the center of the battlefield, was unaware of Nemus's gaze.

Or rather, after Nemus actively severed ties with him, the battle here, though orchestrated by Nemus himself, was no longer related to him.

All of this was his own choice.

Phos's spiritual power continued to radiate, and black 'mist' began to rise and fall all around him.

It was daytime, but it felt like a rainy day – the sky was dark and gloomy.

At this moment, although he has a third eye, he can still sense that he has not truly become a Steel Seed.

He still has significant barriers to overcome.

If he could completely transform the black mist around his body into that shimmering black light, then perhaps he would be considered successful.

At this moment, it's still just a little bit short, and that little bit might be the difference between life and death.

"The pressure isn't enough!" Phos felt his spirit explode and boil, but he was still a little short of breaking through the gap between the sources of power.

"Or should we just blow them up?!"

Chapter 166 Sacrifice was his choice

"Whoosh!" Fass dodged another round of magical bombardment, feeling weak all over.

Just now, he almost lost his temper and exploded with these people.

Whether those people will live or die is unknown, but he will definitely die.

His current problem stems not only from external battles but also from his own inner issues. If anything goes wrong, his mental state will shift, causing him to lose control.

"I need pressure, but I can't be under constant pressure," Fass told himself, strengthening his mental resilience.

Amidst a flurry of thoughts, and after dodging another attack, he approached the black-masked figures.

Phos's whole body was trembling slightly, as if something had burrowed into it.

Once the extreme values ​​of one's own numbers are developed, the values ​​of others are also added accordingly.

However, there is still an obstacle behind those numbers, making it impossible to understand them.

It's like meeting someone you like, rushing towards them, only to find that they're wearing thick clothes.

He wanted to take off the other person's clothes, but found that no matter what he did, he couldn't find the button to unbutton it.

This feeling was like a fire propelling Phos, making him immediately engage in violent and reckless actions.

But reason clearly reminded me that if I acted violently at this moment and hurt the other party, I might lose this hard-won opportunity.

All sorts of anxiety and frustration made Phos feel as if his mind was as still as a lake on a rainy day.

Every emotion, every thought, struck like raindrops, creating ripples upon ripples.

Sometimes, even Phos wasn't sure if he was still lucid.

He constantly oscillated between chaos and reason.

My thoughts and perceptions kept changing, and then I experienced several moments of sudden clarity, only to realize what I was doing.

What's strange is that, despite being in this dreamlike, illusory, and occasionally lucid mental state, Phos's mental strength is extremely resilient.

They can clearly perceive changes in their surroundings and make accurate responses. Although those black-masked people are elites, their spells at this moment, except for those wide-area attacks, are basically difficult to hit Fass.

Or perhaps, just before it arrived, it was protected by Phos using steel balls to create a celestial force field.

"Why have I changed like this?" Phos occasionally regained his senses and then pondered the changes in himself.

He didn't believe he possessed such talent, so his ability to evade those attacks so easily must have been due to some other reason.

Therefore, Fass immediately thought of his own characteristic—group symbiosis.

After defeating and killing the enemy, a portion of the enemy's soul and life essence will be collected and stored in the berserk accessory.

It's as if he himself possessed the demon's ability to plunder.

Furthermore, these souls possess a certain degree of independent consciousness and are able to make their own judgments.

When creating the Rampage Accessory IV, Nemus also 'organized and planned' these souls to ensure that these consciousnesses would not rebel at will.

"The reason why I can maintain a high level of combat intensity while in a semi-conscious state is because these consciousnesses can also fight automatically."

"So, is it possible to make these consciousnesses 'surrender' to me on their own, unbutton that button, and thus allow me to obtain the key number?" As soon as this thought came to mind, Fass immediately felt that he had grasped the key.

However, at this moment, Phos couldn't help but wonder what charm he possessed that could make these consciousnesses hand over their 'origin' to him, the being who had killed them.

Although the main self of these soul consciousnesses has been released, some 'resentment' will still remain in the remaining part of the soul.

"So... there's still no way?" Phos couldn't help but fall into despair.

However, the thought of despair did not mean that Phos stopped acting.

Instead, his actions became increasingly violent.

After dodging a wave of spells, all the steel balls around Phos changed.

Force Field Shield Transformation - Force Field Sword!

Previously, Phos was able to use the force field as a 'digging tool' to help him dig a hole. Now, he was simply pushing the steel ball to change again, thus causing the force field to change once more.

The force field suddenly flattened and rapidly extended forward.

With a single thrust, the sword struck the black-masked man who had previously released the bullet.

The black-masked figure sensed that its body had been pierced, but it did not stop; instead, all its spiritual energy flowed at that moment.

These mental forces forcibly penetrated the force field.

Spell hijacking!

However, it is natural to fail to forcibly hijack the mental power of a strong person with the mental power of a weak person, especially the violent and volatile mental power of Phos.

However, this resolute spirit is not so easy to eradicate.

Upon entering the force field, this mental force caused interference, thus disrupting the previously stable force field.

Even the steel balls that formed the force field fluctuated and jumped in mid-air, losing their original 'position'.

The force field spell was thus broken.

The other Black Masks immediately seized the opportunity created for them by their comrades' lives.

A person wearing a black mask suddenly jumped out from the shadows.

This person had never appeared before, and this was the first time he had made a move.

The sword in the opponent's hand was dull and lifeless, and his eyes seemed to contain many dim embers.

Then came the flying of sword blades.

Ascetic paladins, who strictly adhere to various commandments, are even rarer than the disciplined paladins that Nemus achieved through the Holy Nail.

The discipline he adhered to even caused Phos's spiritual perception to ignore his inaction.

The blade flashed and then struck Phos's neck.

A large amount of black energy surged at the neck, forming an obstacle that blocked the sword strike.

But it was too late.

The ascetic paladin kicked out, but failed to send Phos flying as he shifted to the right and rear without sensing the kick. However, Phos inevitably lost his balance as a result.

Although it is possible to forcibly control the rapid changes in the body with mental power, ignoring the inertia and force exertion of the body.

However, without any coordination at this moment, the control of mental power also has its limits.

The further changes in his body slowed down.

Predictably, the other black-masked spells would immediately follow in a sweeping fashion.

The ascetic paladin made no move to dodge; on the contrary, he was determined to pursue further and restrict Phos's movements.

Sacrifice was his choice!

Chapter 167 No one can deny that a flower bud is still a flower.

"I don't want to die!" The will to live roared.

Although he had deliberately sought death, at this moment, Phos realized that he absolutely did not want to die like this, or at least should not die like this.

Besides his own will to survive, Phos sensed other wills to survive.

That is the will to survive of other broken souls under the symbiotic relationship.

They are symbiotic with Phos, and their existence depends entirely on the rampage accessories.

Once the Phos dies, they will also die.

The will to survive resonated within them, and at this moment, Phos seemed to have truly found the key to unlocking the obstacle.

The key was inserted into the lock, and then mental energy resonated rapidly, searching for a way out.

However, a problem arose at the very moment when success was within reach.

The more the mental energy resonates, the more frequently information is exchanged.

Those fragmented souls did not possess much complex thinking ability, but at this moment they suddenly realized a problem from the mental energy they interacted with Phos—they were actually dead.

They are just some remaining souls, and most likely they are former enemies of Phos. The main body of the soul has left, and the remaining souls have been absorbed by the berserk accessories.

Since they are already dead, why cooperate with Phos?

This thought became an impurity; the key that instinctively unlocks the lock becomes impure at crucial moments.

And then, with a snap, it broke.

The source of power that was originally opening up to Phos was then severed.

The external reaction was that the black aura around Phos's entire body was rapidly changing, transforming from black into a kind of shiny black.

But the transition stalled the next moment.

Then a barrage of spells rained down, landing on Phos.

First, there was the pillar of light descending from the sky.

The black aura around him was quickly purified, and then lightsabers flew from a distance and pierced into Phos's body.

Phos's survival instinct drove him to flee into the distance, but the ascetic paladin, who was also affected by the spell, restrained his instincts and swung his sword once more.

The blade didn't undergo any other special changes; it was simply a pure slash.

"Ah!" Phos couldn't even utter a louder cry before he felt a piece of his body being torn off.

His own foot was cut off.

Perhaps the pain unleashed Phos's potential; his mental energy gained an extra force, propelling his body forward a distance.

Behind him, the ascetic paladin intended to continue the pursuit, but only felt pain all over his body.

Looking down slightly, he saw that countless steel balls had been squeezed out of his body.

It turned out that at the critical moment, Phos's mental power expelled the black mask's mental power and controlled the steel ball to attack him from behind, completely piercing his body.

The ascetic paladin gripped his longsword, remained silent, raised it once more, and before he could even swing it, he had already fallen to the ground.

The steel balls quickly retreated and formed a protective force field around Phos.

"Am I... going to die here?" Phos retreated, feeling the palpable presence of death.

Although he had been taking risks before, those dangers were isolated by magic and power, which gave him a sense of security that as long as he operated correctly, he could win and thus not die.

Even if one senses that the enemy might attract the Golden Seeds, death is still a matter for the future.

Now, however, he truly felt the approach of death.

From his injury and broken leg to now, his mental strength is beginning to deplete.

He found himself in a very bad state.

The beam of light purified many of the symbiotic souls within him.

Without this individual, his stats declined, and his mental strength was no longer sufficient.