Demon Bible

Chapter 124: Teaching

Under this sword strike, the bandages rapidly thrashed and tore open a slit. It was unknown what materials Becky had used, but a sword strike powered by a strength Attribute Value of six failed to sever them completely.

Buke retracted his hand, and all those bandages coiled backward, wrapping themselves securely around his arm.

Flexing the Demon Claw that had just endured two sword strikes, traces of Demonization surfaced across Buke's body.

He glared coldly at Brent before his body surged forward. Bypassing Fass, who was preparing to fire another round of Steel Orbs on the other side, Buke intercepted Galen's impending charge.

As the blade clashed against the Demon Claw, Galen instantly made a tactical judgment. With a light tap of his feet, he swiftly dodged Buke's entirely uncoordinated attacks.

He figured out almost immediately that Buke was merely at the level of a street brawler, completely lacking in any formal combat Skills.

Despite his immense physical strength, he could barely utilize a fraction of it. In this current fight, he was relying purely on brute force and the formidable defense provided by his Demonization.

Therefore, in the clear visibility of Daytime and with unrestricted terrain, Galen could evade the vast majority of Buke's strikes using just his footwork, methodically dismantling Buke's defenses bit by bit with his sword.

However, the problem was that Buke was not fighting alone. On the other side stood Fass, glaring at them like a tiger watching its prey.

Fass gave his Bracer a slight twist. His Mental Power was already engaged, preparing for the next barrage."Gabriel!" Galen shouted immediately, entirely unconcerned by the situation.

Fass paused in surprise, only to suddenly hear the whistling sound of wind tearing through the air beside him.

Turning his head, he saw a blood-soaked Gabriel lunging straight toward him.

Having been struck by over a dozen Steel Orbs earlier, he was already severely wounded. Yet, he was not an Ordinary Person like Al.

Years of cultivating the Breathing Technique had granted him a physical constitution far surpassing that of normal men. Mere limb injuries were not enough to claim his life.

As long as his will remained firm enough, he could continue to fight.

From the very moment their potential was unlocked and they gained an Attribute Value, cultivators of the Life Aspect began to step by step detach themselves from conventionally fatal vulnerabilities.

"Die, Blasphemer!" Gabriel's conviction ignited at this moment, his blood seemingly pulsing and moving in rhythm with his breath.

Secret Technique: Blood Blade!

As a Commoner, becoming a Cleric was incredibly difficult.

Within the entire Cathedral of Tail Fin Town, the ratio of Noble Clerics to Commoners was seven to three.

Commoners fundamentally lacked access to secret techniques. They did not have the privilege of Nobles, who were raised with abundant resources from a young age.

Therefore, to pass the internship and become an official Cleric, they had to work exponentially harder than anyone else.

This was exactly why Galen had been overtly and covertly mocking Brent, constantly fanning the flames of conflict.

Theoretically, a trainee Cleric who failed the assessment could retake it a year later.

However, according to the unspoken rules, the number of individuals who could become official Clerics each year was strictly limited. Once the quota was filled, no more would be accepted.

That meant trainee Clerics from Commoner backgrounds like them had no choice but to wait in line.

There were plenty of people who had been waiting in line for three or four years.

This was also why Gabriel had been incessantly muttering about Nemus ever since the mission began.

'I absolutely refuse to miss my second chance in life!!' Driven by this unwavering belief, Gabriel had developed a secret technique entirely his own.

Blood flowed down the blade. The moment he swung the sword, the power of his breath stimulated a reaction between the blood and the surrounding air.

Instantly, a massive flurry of bloody bubbles trailed the sweeping arc of the blade.

Right as the blade was about to strike Fass, Gabriel noticed the young laborer's gaze grow eerily calm.

He looked just like an apprentice who had already passed his qualification exams and could finally relax and play freely. In the very next second, Fass felt a certain power descend upon him through their connection.

Although his mind remained conscious, another distinct will had merged into his body and mind with an undeniable, overwhelming dominance.

Multiform Unity found its most concrete Cognition in this exact moment.

The blade pierced his body, but just as it tried to push deeper, it was halted by a sudden force.

Unbeknownst to anyone, a cluster of Small Steel Beads was now floating around Fass's body. They were the very same nearly one hundred Small Steel Beads he had fired earlier.

These Small Steel Beads resonated with one another, forming a force field Barrier that provided absolute protection for his physical form.

"Ah, just a little parlor trick I picked up on the fly. It is trickier than I imagined." Nemus slowly stepped to the side, completely evading the sword. A tiny trickle of blood was seeping from his chest.

The activation of the force field had been just a fraction too slow, and its intensity a bit too weak.

"Who are you?" Gabriel demanded loudly, keeping his sword raised.

The difference between Nemus and Fass was so staggering that it could be seen through at a single glance.

After Nemus's will descended via the multiple connections of the Construct Protocol and the Oath Rope, even without making any major movements, it was glaringly obvious to Gabriel that this was no longer the same person.

"Are you asking about my current identity, my other identity, or perhaps my true identity?" Nemus asked, raising his hand as he spoke.

His Mental Power vibrated, and the Small Steel Beads began to hum in unison.

In the next instant, countless bloody bubbles popped. Accompanying the popping sounds was the sword swinging toward him once again.

The Breathing Technique and blood were intimately connected. Gabriel's Blood Blade allowed his blood to remain linked to him and continue breathing even after leaving his body, using the bloody bubbles to store the power of his breaths.

In crucial moments, he could draw upon this stored power to bolster his strikes, or when his stamina was depleted, he could propel the blade into a second attack—effectively executing a two-stage slash that canceled out any recovery time.

"Slightly creative, but not by much." Nemus took a slight half-step back.

Surprisingly, a hint of elegance could now be seen in Fass's scrawny frame.

The blade practically grazed right past Nemus's body, yet it failed to inflict any further damage upon him.

Just as Galen could use his footwork to dodge most of the unskilled Buke's attacks, Nemus could easily do the same to Gabriel.

"Blood is the best vessel for breath, but releasing it outside the body inherently severs most of that connection."

"So why not just conduct it entirely within the body?" Nemus's words made Gabriel freeze just as he was preparing to launch another assault.

"It is simply because your control over power is insufficient. You are terrified of damaging your own body while circulating it inside."

The moment those words fell, Gabriel watched as crimson streaks erupted across Fass's scrawny body. Without a single pause, the retreating Nemus instantly changed his trajectory.

He rapidly closed the distance, pressing tight against Gabriel's body as his right hand slowly reached out and landed on Gabriel's torso.

"Ahhhhh!" Gabriel howled in agony the very second Nemus's palm made contact.

Out of the dozen or so Steel Orbs from earlier, a few were still lodged deep within his flesh.

From a distance, Vitality would insulate and block Mental Power manipulation. However, with Nemus's hand pressing so intimately close, controlling them was no longer difficult.

"Feel the flow of things within your body, and then get some rest."

"Patients should not be fighting anymore."