Demon Bible

Chapter 146: Unworthy

Amidst the storm clouds, the rain crashed down like heavy stones.

A Barrier shimmered into existence around Das, blocking the sheer impact of the torrential downpour.

Behind him, four or five people huddled together, pushing a specially customized cart.

In this kind of weather, unless they had horses with Mutant bloodlines, movement was utterly impossible.

Thus, they could only rely on human strength to pull the cart.

'It is a pity that Space-type items are so incredibly rare,' Das thought. 'Otherwise, smuggling would be infinitely easier and spare us all this trouble.'

Suddenly, Das halted his steps and glanced at his surroundings.

The roaring downpour drowned out everything else; within the dense rain and clouds, visibility was reduced to absolutely nothing.

At times, it even gave one the suffocating sensation of drowning while trying to swim through the air.

For most people in this environment, their senses would be entirely overwhelmed by the relentless, dancing rain, their ears completely stuffed with its deafening roar.Yet at this very moment, Das sensed an approaching danger.

His pulsing Mental Power thrummed in sync with the falling rain. Das completely closed his eyes, abandoning his physical senses altogether.

The Leader of the Scavengers, who was just preparing to close in, suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation crash against his body.

"A fluctuation-type Spell?"

After a brief moment of shock, he decisively made his move.

From just below the Leader of the Scavengers' ear down to his chest, a Rune materialized—it was none other than the Rampage Augment III.

Compared to the Type II, the Rampage Augment III possessed an additional ability known as Rampage Overlay.

Type I forcefully developed Mental Power by inciting a riotous spirit, which made one's Mental Power exceptionally agitated.

Type II altered this approach, relying on small-scale riots for the Cultivation of Mental Power. Although the Mental Power remained somewhat agitated, it was relatively easy to control with the help of the augment, allowing the user to cast less intricate Spells.

The Type III, building upon that foundation, added a unique Change—using the agitated Mental Power to stimulate the physical body.

This was the Spiritual Insight Nemus had obtained after studying the White Fox's Body-Magic Art.

Granted, after implementing the Body-Magic Art, it was incredibly difficult to achieve Advancement due to the Attribute Value encroaching on The Number.

But truthfully, for those resorting to external forces like the Rampage Augment to develop their Mental Power, it was fundamentally impossible for them to advance to the Iron Rank without a Miracle anyway.

Therefore, at this stage, what the Type III offered was a phenomenally overwhelming strength.

The Agitated Psyche flooded the physical body, granting the flesh an equally formidable power, even bestowing abilities like rapid self-healing.

It was as if the person's entire being had entered a state of utter rampage.

Thus, in the very next instant, the Leader of the Scavengers charged forward.

Flesh and Blood Spell: Muscle Proliferation.

This was an anomaly among Spells, opting to use magical means to exponentially amplify pure physical strength.

Although he was a Spellcaster, his actual combat style was heavily reliant on close-quarters brawling.

Combining this Spell with the Rampage Overlay mode, the physical combat prowess of the Scavengers' Leader was currently no weaker than that of an average Holy Knight.

In fact, when it came to sheer ferocity, he was vastly superior.

Accompanying his charge was the Leader's booming demand: "Das, hand over the goods! We are only after the money."

His voice was thunderous, piercing straight through the torrential rain.

From those words alone, Das knew that today's matters could not be resolved peacefully.

If they were truly just seeking wealth, they would not have acted this way. After all, they were in the North District; causing a scene here would draw an immense amount of attention.

Furthermore, given that they had managed to intercept his group with such precision amidst this storm, these people were absolutely not simple bandits acting on a whim.

Their objective was crystal clear: to blow this situation completely out of proportion. Then, they would drag Lord Nemus down into the mud with them.

When that time came, the Dartmenerly Family would use this scandal to relentlessly bite at them, and Lord Nemus might genuinely get caught in the crossfire!

'I absolutely cannot let them succeed!' Das's expression hardened as a massive surge of Mental Power rippled outward like water.

The next moment, a vast amount of water vapor swirled, transforming into a flowing aquatic fluctuation that expanded forward.

Fluctuation Spell: Sonic Wave Array!

It was a Spell similar to the Deterred State techniques.

It injected Mental Power in the form of waves into the surrounding Medium, creating a shockwave impact.

If injected into the air, it would primarily manifest as sound. But right now, with the surroundings utterly saturated by rain and mist, it naturally formed a torrential aquatic shockwave.

As the Leader of the Scavengers dashed into close range, he was immediately slammed by the first aquatic shockwave.

The tremendous kinetic energy forced his speed to drop, and then came the second shockwave, followed by a third...

"You picked the wrong time!" Das shouted, sustaining the Spell's continuation. Normally, the offensive capabilities of his Spells were actually quite limited.

But things were completely different right now. The tempestuous rain provided an abundance of Mediums.

The destructive power of his Fluctuation Spells was exponentially magnified.

Naturally, Das did not let his guard down. He diffused a sensory-type fluctuation Spell to blanket the entire area, including his own subordinates.

Given the current situation—where the enemy had intercepted him with pinpoint accuracy—it was highly likely that there was a Mole within his own ranks.

They were just a bunch of smugglers, after all; noble morals were completely out of the question.

As long as there was a greater profit to be made, they would sell out their own people in a heartbeat.

This was true even though many of his subordinates had their personal weaknesses tightly controlled by the Tavern and received more than enough compensation from it.

But human greed could never be fully satisfied.

Battered by the aquatic shockwaves and unable to advance, the Leader of the Scavengers could only brace his body forward. He simultaneously cranked up the output of his Rampage Augment, increasing the injection of his Mental Power until his entire frame swelled yet another size larger.

With his strength exploding exponentially, he shattered the watery impacts and swiftly charged toward Das's location, guided by his flesh-and-blood Sensing.

At the exact same moment, one of Das's subordinates—a guard standing right next to the cart—twirled his blade and savagely slashed at the wagon.

The sturdy Ropes securing the cargo instantly snapped.

Swept up by the howling wind and rain, several bundles of goods tumbled off to the side.

But the very second that man made his move, Das had already sensed that something was wrong with him.

A ferocious surge of water instantly blasted toward the traitor.

After hacking the cargo loose, the man had intended to strike again and spill the entire contents of the packages.

But in the very next breath, he was viciously sent flying by the crashing wave.

Blood mingled with the falling rain. Watching his treacherous subordinate die, Das felt absolutely no emotional fluctuation, coldly calculating every variable.

A massive tidal surge enveloped Das, allowing him to swiftly dodge to the side, narrowly brushing past the charging Scavengers' Leader.

It was only after getting close that the Leader of the Scavengers finally got a clear look at the scattered goods.

"What the hell are you doing?!" he roared furiously. "We agreed these goods belonged to me!"

Beneath the Scavenger's collar rested a small, black metal box. At this moment, a faint vibration pulsed from within it.

The vibrations traveled along his body, emitting a barely audible voice.

"You filthy Mud-born, did you truly think you were worthy of cooperating with us?" The sheer arrogance and disgust dripping from those words—even translated through an alchemical device, even at such a low volume—were exceptionally clear.

The voice vanished right after that single sentence, and the Leader of the Scavengers instantly sensed a lethal, impending danger.