Devil's Bible

Chapter 62 Sacrificial Fire

The little devil was summoned, and then it was summoned away again.

Everything actually happened in just a few seconds.

The blade spun, cleaving the attack in two once more.

Nemes was greeted by his reinforcements.

Downs, his entire body shrouded in black aura, bypassed Poole, which was lashed open by a golden whip formed from countless golden threads, and headed straight for the old pastor.

At the same time, green and black flames ignited in Towns' hands, and he punched the old priest directly.

Demonic spell: Sacrifice Fire!

Burning oneself, sacrificing pain to enhance the power of the flames, and inflicting intense pain on enemies upon impact.

Most imps are purely physical and do not possess any spell-like abilities.

However, once one reaches the Iron Seed and becomes a formal demon, even in this temporary situation, certain spell-like abilities will awaken.

Depending on the type of promotion, the magical abilities gained will also differ.

Although Kurog is just a minor demon, he already possesses some of the characteristics that a demon should have.

The injection of temporary power activated this part of the power.

Therefore, He awakened related spells, and judging from His abilities, His advancement is most likely in the direction of magic, such as the Pain Demon.

This type of demon is a common category, and the Pain Warlock, a branch of magic, is actually based on this type of demon.

Furthermore, most sorcerers maintain close ties with demons.

Towns' punch was encased in sacrificial fire; if even a tiny bit of it touched the old priest's body, the pain would instantly destroy his frail physique.

“Demon!” The old priest showed no fear.

He has extensive combat experience.

It's just a demon of suffering.

A ripple appeared around its body, followed by the emergence of a ball of white flame.

Divine Art: Holy Fire.

This flame reacted violently with the sacrificial fire as soon as it appeared.

"Aaaaaah!" Towns howled in pain, but he didn't stop. His fist was wrapped in two kinds of flames, and he threw it directly.

The demon's immortality sustained him, preventing him from being instantly incinerated.

However, at the same time, due to the Breath of Holy Law, all these demonic powers are transformed by the breathing technique and are not restrained by the holy fire of the holy attribute.

This punch was somewhat beyond the old priest's expectations, breaking through the protection of the Holy Fire.

The old priest remained calm as he watched the fist looming close and the flames that seemed poised to engulf him at any moment.

His body was pulled by a force, quickly retreating, and even flying into the air.

Numerous golden threads surrounded him, pulling at his body, making him appear like a saint entering heaven.

"What a pity, evil was always one step too late for me... Ah!" Before the old pastor could finish speaking, he felt a sharp pain.

In that brief moment, although it didn't actually hit, Kulog sent out the painful sensation that Towns had previously suffered.

The pain traveled across the distance and landed on the old pastor, already somewhat aggravated.

But his frail body trembled violently from the excruciating pain, and even with his mouth open, he could barely breathe.

The old pastor flicked his finger, and strands of gold thread pierced his chest, quickly relieving his breathing problem.

Before the old pastor could recover, a dark shadow loomed over him. The four-meter-tall Poole, in the instant of leaping, used his bony fins to reduce his weight, propelling himself directly into the air.

As the fist slammed down, the old priest's body was once again pulled and dragged by the silk threads, changing his position to dodge.

"And the Feathered Serpent..." The old priest sensed the fluctuations of the invisible forces around him a step ahead.

It turned out that the Feathered Serpent controlled by Op had already lurked in the surrounding area at this time.

The old pastor quickly changed his position.

"Something's not right!" The old pastor realized the problem the moment he started moving.

There was a mistake in my position.

The large amount of seawater interfered with his control over the illusion.

In this illusory world where spatial vision is somewhat distorted, the actual distances and directions are still somewhat different.

However, because he had exhausted too much energy, he had trouble controlling his location.

The old pastor's spiritual power spread, and his extraordinary perception expanded. He then heard the sound of something leaping out of the water.

“Nair?!” The old pastor understood this.

Whether it was Towns' attack, or Poole and Feather Serpent's, they were all working together to force him to move towards the location of Nemus.

Nemus, whose movement was restricted by the Discipline spell, had already dodged 'Jack' with a single sword strike.

Secret Sword: Dark Raven Crossing!
Nemes appeared beside the old priest as if by teleportation, and the sword hidden behind his arm instantly appeared.

A sword thrust upwards, seemingly about to slice the old priest in two instantly.

"Brilliant tactics." The old priest's body trembled for a moment.

At that moment, it seemed as if Nemes's sword had pierced through his body, yet the sword had not caused him any damage whatsoever.

"Unfortunately, a feasible tactic does not mean sufficient strength."

"The pain I didn't expect before was actually your last chance to hurt me."

The old pastor's body was pulled away by the golden thread and flew far away.

"Did the real and the fake alternate?" Nemus frowned, roughly understanding why Isabella's attempt to take them both down had failed.

Isabella's massive holy fire burned the rope of his vow that he had left in the church, which is why he did not see the end.

"How could this be a spell that an old Ironborn priest could cast?"

The power to transform reality into illusion requires at least a golden seed to achieve, and even if the old priest used it once with all his might, why is he able to use it a second time now?

This is definitely not normal.

Nemus quickly realized that he had already used the secret sword six times, and he only had four more steps left in this period.

Furthermore, if they fail to discover the old priest's secret of being able to switch between reality and illusion, then even if they find another opportunity to attack, they will probably not be able to defeat him and will only waste their own power.

"His final instruction to Isabella was about the nature of magic." That was probably the only sentence Nems heard.

Nemus had a general idea of ​​what was going on. He wasn't exactly a spellcaster, but he did know something about it.

"A spellcaster needs to prepare for a long time and gather enough spellcasting materials in order to cast a spell that far exceeds their own level."

"So, did the old priest use some special spellcasting materials?" When Nemes arrived with his men, they had already seen the church collapse.

The church was where the old pastor spent the most time. If the church is gone, where will he have to prepare for his spells?
Nems's gaze involuntarily drifted towards the village.

　It reminds me of old games.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)