Devil's Bible

Chapter 44 Confession
Beside him, the previously devastated Nair stood up, sword in hand, and swung it at Jacques.

Jacques, driven to despair and madness, had no intention of resisting at this point.

What right do experimental subjects, built upon the sacrifice of their loved ones, have to live in this world?
However, at this moment, Nair swung his sword directly at the non-human beings who had crawled over, sending them to their release.

“Don’t you despise me?” Nair shouted at Jacques.

"Even I have the courage to get up again and report it to the church."

"What right do you have to look down on me now that you're standing here waiting to die?!"

Niall's questions spurred Jacques's already desolate heart.

Are you going to give up now?

"To die with all the shame, while the real murderer goes unpunished?!"

The image of the old pastor appeared in Jacques' mind, as did the appearances of the elders and heads of the family in Dartment.

A spark reignited, and then the heart, which had been ashen, began to beat again.

“I will not die like this…!” Jacques shouted, swinging his sword.

It was as if a power was bursting forth from within his body, and this power cleaved through the darkness in his hand.

However, after the darkness was split open, no light came into view; it remained dark.

It was only then that Jacques realized his predicament.

He was also tied to the rack.

Its entire body was covered in black hair.

However, upon closer inspection, one can see that these black hairs are actually extremely fine blood vessels.

The old pastor was on the other side, his back to him, working on something on the table in front of him.

"Don't worry, the black veins on your body are the best bloodline manipulation tools I obtained through research on nest beasts."

"It's ridiculous. Most of the dangerous creatures around Qiquan City have been eliminated, so I've never actually seen a Nest Beast before."

"When I first came to this village and treated the nest beast parasites, I realized what a valuable tool their fur is."

The old pastor turned around with a bottle of medicine in his hand. The gentleness on his face had not faded, but at this moment, this so-called gentleness seemed so terrifying.

"You understand that feeling now, when everything has failed, and then you discover something that can greatly increase the success rate." The old pastor spoke with the characteristic rambling of an elderly person.

Perhaps these things had been buried in his heart for too long, and the old pastor finally found someone to confide in, so he poured out all these things to Jacques at this moment.

"The replay of your past experiences was merely a setup by me to activate your mind and unlock the potential of your sacred bones." In the illusion, Nair's words of rebuke and encouragement were spoken under the control of the old priest.

All of this was orchestrated by the old pastor.

"You're insane!" Jacques struggled desperately, but couldn't break free.

These black veins pierced his body, suppressing his strength, and even pierced his cheek as the old priest walked by, forcing him to open his mouth.

"Yes, that's right, I've been insane for a long time." The old pastor readily admitted to Jacques's words.

"The research mission on the Holy Blood and the Holy Son was sent by the Church, and I began the research with my apprentices."

Ron Datmenley.

“You may not know him, but you definitely know his son, yes, it’s Nair.” The old pastor’s eyes were full of memories and guilt when he spoke of Ron.

He had no children of his own, so his apprentice Ron was like a son to him.

He had thought everything would go smoothly, and that he could use his research on the Holy Blood to advance to the Golden Seed level. However, the experiment became increasingly out of control, with more and more resources being invested but very few results being produced.

From using illegally obtained materials from floating whales to achieve good results, to using innocent but potentially valuable people as test subjects, they did not persist for long.

When the experiment was halted due to insufficient funding and the test subjects were sealed away, they finally came to their senses. By then, their hands were covered in blood, and no amount of washing could clean them.

"Ron couldn't accept all of this and chose to atone for his sins. He wanted to kill his wife, who had also participated in the experiment."

“Nell’s mother was seriously injured as a result, and Ron’s suicide attempt failed, but I saved him.”

"Then they were taken back by the Dartmenley family."

"Gradually, they disappeared from my life, and I chose to return to my birth village to atone for my sins."

As the old pastor spoke, he fed the medicine to Jacques.

"I didn't know what had happened until I received the news that Nair had reported the family."

"My guilt towards my disciple led me to save Nair."

"Then I saw the traces of Ron's modifications on Neil, and I realized that Ron was also unwilling."

"It's fortunate you didn't leave, otherwise I really couldn't bear to continue using Neil as a test subject." Although he said this, the old priest was also preparing for the experiment before he found Jacques.

Jacques, who had been forcibly given the drug, felt heat all over his body, especially in his bones.

"He's feverish, that's it." The old pastor stared fervently at Jacques's transformation. "Our research was almost successful back then, just a little bit short, just a little bit short!!"

"Once I replenish this last element, I will be able to complete the Holy Son Project."

"Then I will be able to atone for my sins!!!"

Jacques could feel a power emanating from his bones and quickly filling his body. He felt his stats increase rapidly, along with his overall strength.

This force propelled Jacques to evolve from a Black Stone species to a Steel species.

However, Jacques soon felt the heat in his bones disappear.

"As expected, it won't work. The whale element is too scarce." At this moment, the old priest returned to 'normal,' displaying the composure expected of an experimental subject.

However, this composure quickly vanished afterward.

“Jacques, do you know, I was originally planning to give up because I couldn’t get enough of the floating whale oil.”

"But fate orchestrated everything, and God guided me."

“At that time, whale-like disease appeared in the village.”

"Everything was just right."

“Op and his team have already set off, and I believe they will bring back the materials I need soon.”

"I'll trouble you to taste my potion for the Holy Son. Don't worry, the experiment will definitely not fail."

"You will also benefit greatly from this. Your holy bone is incomplete because the knowledge that Dartmanley stole from Ron is not complete."

"My potion can restore it, making you a saintly being, like the direct descendant of the founding ancestor of your Dartmenley family."

With that, the old pastor turned and walked away.

Jacques struggled to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.

Bound by numerous black blood vessels, and with everything going black, he fainted.

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(End of this chapter)