Devil's Bible

Chapter 51 How pleasant it sounds to hear the old pastor die suddenly!
Aro was stunned. He was always the one who knocked the enemy's weapon out of his hand, but now it was his turn to lose his weapon, so much so that he was a little caught off guard.

Nemus, who had been rushing over, was now standing beside the village guard. He slightly raised his sword, and the falling longsword was deflected back into Aro's hand.

“Come on, use as much force as you want, I’ll use just as much force. I won’t bully you.” Nemus glanced at Op, who had stopped moving, and then said to Aro.

Aro stepped back slightly, gripping the knife handle tightly with his fingers, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Op's current condition.

They already had a clear understanding of their situation.

Given the current situation, they are already at a disadvantage, so there's no need to say more; the only option is to fight!
The blade shifted, Aro lowered his body, let out a beast-like roar, and then, in a flash, charged towards Nemus.

The knife was raised from the side, and after sensing the resistance from the Nemus blade, Aro twisted his body to turn the blade to the other side, guiding the Nemus blade to move accordingly.

However, his plan did not succeed. Nemus retracted his wrist, took a step forward, and then swung his arm forward, using the counterweight ball on the hilt of his knight's sword to push forward.

The sword hilt struck Aro's shoulder, causing his hand to go numb. The sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground, while Aro himself involuntarily fell backward.

He stumbled backward until he managed to stop his fall.

His body had barely landed when Nemus spun his blade, and the longsword stuck in the ground was once again knocked away, falling into Aro's hand.

"He has some talent, but he's wasted too much. Shall we try again?" Nemes gave his assessment, then, with the gentle manner of a host asking a guest if he would like another cup of tea, inquired whether Aro was still going to make a move.

Aro was panting heavily, his one arm was numb and weak, and it had become extremely difficult for him to hold the knife in his hand.

At that moment, he understood one thing very well: his skills had been completely outmatched.

If the village guards were like beasts and humans who knew how to use tools compared to him, then he was like insects and dragons compared to Nems.

The gap between them was far greater than the gap between him and the village guards.

If you continue, he will definitely die.

A chilling killing intent, beneath Nemus's gentle smile, had already coiled around him.

After glancing at Op in the distance and seeing that the other man was shaking his head, Aro loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword and surrendered.

"Giving up is not a disgrace. Your swordsmanship is too extreme. Skill is life. Giving up will allow your swordsmanship to improve further."

Nemes could spot Aro's skillful head at a glance.

All of the opponent's techniques are based on an extremely biased approach.

This approach will only lead to extremes in one's skills.

Extremes are not necessarily a bad thing, but uncontrolled extremes only indicate that the other party is losing control.

Out-of-control techniques are worthless.

"I believe the core of the skill and mindset is control, while your understanding of the core of the skill is emotional drive, but at this moment I am better than you."

"Therefore I am the truth."

After dealing with Aro, who still dared to make a move, Nemus walked towards Op.

On the road, two half-human figures lay sprawled on the ground, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths, yet they dared not move, afraid of disturbing Nemus.

The two desperate men were unusually docile at this moment. They could clearly sense that the fur of the nest beasts on their bodies had all drooped, and they dared not bristle at all.

As they continued forward, when Nemus appeared, the two swordsmen, who had just gotten up, lowered their heads, not daring to look at Nemus.

His hand gripping the sword trembled incessantly, and his worldview was once again being reshaped.

He always thought he was a genius, but he was overshadowed by Aro, a prodigy.

Only now did he realize that both he and Aro were merely talented.

In the face of true genius, they are like fireflies and candles, wishfully believing themselves to be the moon and the sun in the sky. At the same time, a deep sense of resentment took root in his heart; he wanted to improve his talent and become a master swordsman.

Thinking this, the dual swordsmen couldn't help but raise their heads and look at Nemus's back.

He wanted to learn swordsmanship from him.

Then, Nems stood in front of Op.

The transparent, feathered serpent writhed uneasily, yet dared not even flick its tongue.

The black-haired nest beast beside Op quickly shrank back into Op's body, becoming extremely docile.

The ferocious beast that required him to spend a lot of money to buy medicine to suppress seemed so powerless at this moment.

This made Aupu realize the key to the problem: the ferocity of the nest beasts was never the problem; the problem was that they weren't strong enough.

If he is strong enough, like the old priest, then the nest beasts will only be modified and become a convenient tool in the opponent's hands.

"Are you really Nair?" Op asked.

“Identity is not important, what matters is that I am here.” Nemus did not answer the question directly, but just smiled at Op: “Just like now, I am here, so your identity may change accordingly.”

This is an attempt to persuade someone to surrender.

“There’s nothing we can’t talk about.” Opp regained some confidence.

Poole couldn't talk because he had a strong belief in his beliefs, and conventional deals couldn't sway him.

However, Nemus is different. Although Nemus is strong, he is not incapable of communication.

"All the old pastor wanted was for the experiment to succeed."

"Let's take care of Isabella together, and then figure out how to get some whale materials, and the old priest's needs will be met."

“We can unite and take advantage of all sides to turn this place into our paradise.”

Op describes his ideal future.

“The old pastor won’t live much longer. You can take charge of this paradise, Mr. Nair. You can get whatever you want.”

“If that’s all there is to it, I think I’ve overestimated you.” Faced with the temptation offered by Op, Nemus simply shook his head and said with some disappointment.

Why is your perspective always limited to this small village?

"Are you satisfied with just a little profit from smuggling whale skin ore?"

“Your vision determines your potential.” Nemus looked up at Op and then said, “If your vision is limited to the village, then you will be trapped in the village.”

"The old pastor's life has been confined to bloodline experiments, so his life will inevitably be trapped in bloodline experiments."

"Then I ask you now, Mr. Op, has the outside world ever appeared in your eyes?!"

Nemes's questioning, accompanied by his oppressive force, penetrated deep into Op's heart.

He had witnessed the extravagance of Qiquan City and the bustling commerce of Baiwei Town.

His head nodded slightly involuntarily.

“Very well, then let the old pastor be my stepping stone to advancement.”

"The old priest died suddenly from his illegal experiment, and the paladin set things right. How pleasing to the ear!"

　Gu~~~~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)