Demon Bible

Chapter 130: Desire Demonization

Over the past six months, Nemus had used the Book of Ages multiple times.

He was already thoroughly familiar with how to use this book.

A newly arrived vial of Fey Potion appeared in his hand, and Nemus downed it in a single gulp.

Immediately after, the world before his eyes rapidly shifted.

Lines and symbols twisted and warped from that moment onward.

The contents of the Book of Ages also began to change.

[...]

[In Tail Fin Town, Nemus welcomed a crucial figure in his destiny—Isabella.]

[After their conversation, he invited her to the stationed Outpost.]

With a shift in thought, Nemus's mind directly channeled the Fey power, landing it on the characters of Isabella's name to unfold her details.The very next moment, Nemus felt as though the Fey power had hit a wall. As Isabella's information began to unfold, the energy drained at an astonishing rate.

[Isabella De...]

When only a single letter of Isabella's surname was revealed, Nemus's Fey power was entirely depleted. The text, which had previously conveyed clear meaning, quickly dissolved into abstract scribbles.

Nemus stared blankly for a moment. Something like this had only happened once before—when he had investigated Angel A and used that time frame to observe the war between the God of Precepts and The Abyss.

"Could it be that Isabella's surname is tied to the power of a Mythic Rank?" Nemus murmured, raising an eyebrow.

However, while this matter was Beyond Expectation, it still made perfect sense.

Nemus was absolutely certain that the Precept Divinity was the key to his own existence.

Therefore, if he wanted to undergo a crucial transformation, the key power driving it naturally needed to be of a similar tier.

Take Krew, for instance. The Double Demon Bloodline in his body originated directly from a Greater Demon, and it was this bloodline that forged the miracle of one soul in two bodies.

The special bloodline Isabella had hidden away had to be at least at the Golden Rank.

If it was actually at the Mythic Rank, then that was simply even better.

The higher the tier of Isabella's bloodline, the greater the achievements he could attain through it.

'It's just that, with things this way, gathering intel on Isabella through the Book of Ages has become much more difficult,' Nemus thought, narrowing his eyes as he pondered how to handle her moving forward.

'Since I cannot actively investigate her, I will just have to make her reveal it herself.'

With a shift in his thoughts, Nemus already had a plan in place.

During this period, Nemus had two major problems on his hands.

The first was the Dartmenerly Family. Over the past six months, this family had been constantly provoking Nemus through various channels, always skirting the edge of open conflict.

They were using this method to chip away at Nemus's authority bit by bit. Then, when a critical moment arrived, they would strike proactively, triggering a massive incident to drag Nemus down from his position as a Great Knight.

Once Nemus lost his power, the Dartmenerly Family would no longer have any reservations, given their strength.

The Church was an incredibly cold and calculating institution; more often than not, they only considered profit.

For example, if Nemus lost his status and was captured by the Dartmenerly Family to help artificially engineer a Golden Rank, the Church would deem it a worthwhile trade.

The Church had always operated this way.

Precisely because of this, the current struggle between Nemus and the Dartmenerly Family was still in a phase of mutual sabotage.

To be honest, this issue was not too severe. The real problem lay elsewhere—the Demon Warlock.

This Hidden Mastermind who sought to advance to the Golden Rank had staged a comeback.

As the Construct Protocol completely annexed the Floating World Society's living space, that Demon Warlock had been pushed into a corner with no subordinates and scarce resources. The location where he refined the Golden Elixir had been sealed off, making it incredibly difficult for him to obtain the Golden Elixir again.

Therefore, during this recent period, the Demon Warlock had begun to quietly make his moves.

He did not target the Construct Protocol directly, because to some extent, the Construct Protocol was more refined, far more secretive, and much better at amassing wealth than the Floating World Society he had established previously.

A massive number of lower-class citizens had gathered under the Construct Protocol, willingly offering up their own strength.

And the most crucial point was that while the Construct Protocol exerted absolute control from the top down, the lower echelons knew practically nothing about the higher-ups.

Aside from the few individuals performing transplant surgeries on them, the entire upper echelon of the Construct Protocol consisted of only two people: the alchemist Becky, and Fass.

Indeed, over these past six months, Fass had successfully advanced and become the "Bishop" of the Construct Protocol.

Because of this, the Demon Warlock had entirely different plans for the Construct Protocol.

Thus, the Demon Warlock had spent all this time investigating the true mastermind behind the Construct Protocol.

He cleverly manipulated members of the Construct Protocol, spawning demonic monsters to cause chaos and drawing a massive amount of attention to the organization.

Even without Isabella, things had reached a point where it would be very difficult for the Construct Protocol to maintain a low profile.

'In that case, I will just use him as the stepping stone for Isabella to reveal her true colors!' Nemus thought. Having made his decision, he immediately began to prepare.

As his thoughts raced, the Construct Protocol instantly moved to follow up on his orders.

Isabella walked down the street.

The streets of the North District were clean and pristine. Most of the passersby were dressed impeccably, exuding the elegant aura of gentlemen and noblewomen.

'Wolves in sheep's clothing...' However, this was the only phrase that surfaced in Isabella's mind.

Isabella did not stay in the North District for long before heading to the South District.

The South District was as crowded as ever, packed with all sorts of people hustling everywhere just to make a living.

There was undoubtedly a much stronger sense of raw, genuine life about them.

Although the South District did not smell particularly pleasant, compared to the suffocatingly restrictive North District, she found it much more relaxing over here...

However, Isabella soon realized she was dead wrong.

The South District certainly had many impoverished citizens, but being poor did not automatically make them good people.

On the contrary, precisely because of their poverty, many of them cared little for Morality.

Relieving themselves in public was merely an issue of hygiene. The deeper issue was that while they looked like decent humans most of the time, the moment an opportunity arose to abandon their humanity, they would choose to unleash their primal desires without any hesitation.

Just like right now.

"Xiaobi, run!" Sounds of a commotion rang out from not too far away. A young boy, drenched in blood and gripping a rusted machete, was fiercely guarding a young girl behind him.

A massive crowd surrounded them. Though the people did not step forward, they had no intention of leaving either. They simply stared at the little girl with burning, feverish eyes.

The girl's father had been their coworker, but he had recently died, leaving behind this rather pretty daughter—Xiaobi.

Without a man in the house, everything the girl's family owned, including the girl herself, became a prime piece of meat for anyone to claim and dominate at will.

And the moment even a single person took action, everyone else watching would swarm in like a pack of starving wolves.

They would loot everything of value from her home, and then they would line up in a terrifyingly orderly fashion to defile the girl's body.

In this twisted moment, chaos and order seemed to blend together with extraordinary, sickening irony.

And in Isabella's eyes, a deeply twisted entity was condensing and taking shape right above them.

The stench of a Demon became incredibly pungent.