Devil's Bible

Chapter 59 'Spatial Reconstruction'

Secret Sword: Raven Feather!
Nemes swung his sword, and at that moment the sword seemed to split open.

A large number of the gold threads that were close by were cut off in an instant.

It seemed as if fate was about to completely envelop a person, but it was quickly severed by Nemus's sword.

"Is this the newly emerged supreme swordsmanship?" The old priest looked at this scene with a hint of amazement in his eyes.

From Isabella's short-term memories, he knew that this sword technique was created by a very famous genius paladin in the last decade.

“But in the past seven or eight years, Nair has never left the village of the backfin, and his contact with the outside world has always been under my control. Where did he learn this sword technique?” The old priest was puzzled.

Despite having many guesses running through his mind, the old pastor did not stop.

He reached out and grasped at the sky, releasing his mental energy, causing the clouds in the distance to move rapidly.

From its original golden cloud shape, a large amount of energy rapidly emerged and converged.

Shaping Spell - Lightning Strike
The fierce thunder seemed like a divine punishment for the disrespectful, carrying with it all sorts of power.

As if sensing something, Nemus synchronized his sword and lightning.

The sword in his hand twisted, thus reaching its maximum speed—

Secret Sword: Sparrow Breaks the Sky.

As if cleaving water with a sword, the originally calm water surface is fractured by the sword blade, thus forming a layer of white.

At this moment, the sword blade, while in mid-air, also deflected and cut through the air, creating a fracture.

The falling lightning was severed the moment it struck.

“No need for these tricks that mix truth with falsehood. I’ve struck real lightning before, and the speed is off.” Nemus swung his longsword, and suddenly, a large amount of red flames appeared on the previously empty blade.

The clouds that had changed shape returned to normal.

The old priest just cast a holy spell, not a shaping spell.

A high-speed flame that uses sin as fuel.

Even if it cannot directly hit its target, it will attach itself to nearby objects and then spread rapidly.

It can inflict both physical and mental harm on the target.

However, compared to real thunder, this thing is still a bit slower.

It was precisely because of these odd touches that Nemus was able to directly deduce the problem with the illusion.

The old pastor narrowed his eyes: "It seems I need to get to know you again, Nail."

"Does it make sense?" Nemus's sword flashed, the wind from the blade extinguishing the burning flames of sin spreading before him, and he walked step by step toward the old priest.

Even if you get to know me a hundred times, ten thousand times, will things still be different?

"You are trapped in the past, mourning only the past."

"When anything new appears, you will only instinctively judge whether it is useful for your experiment."

"Your decay is not only physical, but also spiritual."

Nemes' words were like sharp blades piercing the old pastor.

This move can also be called—Heart Secret Sword: Death Bird.

With sharp words and insightful understanding of human nature, they launch a piercing attack on the target's mind and spirit.

Nemes' words startled the old pastor, and then Downs and Poole rushed forward.

The four-meter-tall giant was running faster than Towns at that moment.

Its enormous body was not bulky at all; on the contrary, it was exceptionally agile.

Completely ignoring the fine golden lines, he instantly approached the old priest, and the moment his foot landed, the already shallow footprint became heavy.

Poole's sense of oppression reached its peak at this point.

Special Feature: Bone Fins!
He reduced his weight to increase his speed, and increased his weight to enhance his attacks. Poole's body was stretched into a slanted line almost as he ran and threw punches.

His muscles bulged, pushing his strength to its limit, and then he threw a punch.

The airflow was forced out from the fist, forming a visible white halo.

The fist struck the target, producing a loud thud.

Towns felt a sharp pain in his body, and he found himself standing in front of Poole, having been standing on the other side.

The powerful punch didn't land on the old pastor; instead, Towns took the brunt of it.

Towns, who was sent flying backward, disappeared into the illusion in an instant.

The old pastor had experienced many battles, large and small, throughout his life. Although his emotions fluctuated, he never let them affect his fighting rhythm.

He understood one thing very well: only the winners had the right to discuss right and wrong.

If you lose, then no matter how reasonable you are, it's not your place to argue.

"Has the spatial structure been altered by illusions?" Nemus narrowed his eyes, understanding dawning on him.

The current situation does not involve truly changing space; this is not something that a single steel species can accomplish.

The old pastor simply overwrote reality using his own realm of illusion, much like some kind of visual illusion, creating problems with spatial perception through visual means.

(Some of the patterns in the picture are actually straight.)

All of this happens in the smallest things; if you're not careful, your own spatial position can be misperceived because of this.

Although the space we see now is just an ordinary flat area, the actual situation may be extremely uneven and crooked.

It's also possible that some parts are slightly curved, which you see, and your brain perceives as curved, so you adjust the angle slightly.

But in reality, it's straight there.

Each misalignment leads to this 'spatial reconstruction'.

"Thinking you know everything, can you really see the true reality?"

"Nail?"

The old pastor did not directly answer Nemes's accusations; instead, he asked in return this question.

The spell was then cast again.

However, before his spells arrived, Op's spells came first.

Summoning spell - Single path!

This spell aims to sense a certain area, then open a one-way passage, allowing things from that area to automatically pass through the passage to this location.

The moment the passage opened, a large amount of seawater began to flood into the area.

The water splashed and rippled, like ocean waves crashing in.

The originally normal illusionary world also began to fluctuate and became less real.

"Water is ever-changing in its movement and stillness, yet it is orderly!"

“Old man, can your calculations still cover so much movement?” Op issued his own challenge.

Water flows towards a certain place, and bounces back due to obstacles, forming a 'tide', causing water to splash up, and some debris to flow in the water.

A vast amount of information is mixed in, and everything is so unpredictable.

As the caster of illusions, he must take into account the changes in the water flow.

However, in this impermanence, it is relatively easy for observers to find a pattern.

If the old pastor fails to keep track of the changing water flow, the realm he has constructed through illusion will become flawed due to the movement of the water.

For example, Poole discovered the old pastor's true location the instant the water flowed.

(End of this chapter)