Demon Bible

Chapter 148: I Am the One Asking You

The principles of a merchant, his own convictions, and his grateful loyalty to Nemus all merged into his Mental Power at this very moment.

Although he was pushing his Mental Power to the absolute limit, the energy currently flowed like water, fluctuating in sync with Das.

Wave Spell: Impact Drill.

Using high-frequency Mental Power to propel the Medium into a high-speed strike.

The rainwater vibrated and surged forward in that instant, transforming into a white column of water that shot straight ahead.

Daros stepped sideways and raised his sword to block at an angle. The piercing water column crashed against the blade before glancing off and rushing past his body.

As he pivoted and swung his sword, his eyes caught sight of a fresh notch on the edge of his blade.

He immediately understood that if this spell had hit a vital spot like his eyes, even as an Iron Rank, he would be dead meat.

The amplification that Spells provided to one's Attribute Value was simply too high.

Before Daros could dwell on the thought, the Scavenger leader had already charged right up to him.A heavily mutated, lumpy arm reached out to grab Daros.

"It is good that you teamed up," Daros remarked, the joy on his face growing even more pronounced.

By joining forces, the connection between this Tavern's smuggling ring and the Construct Protocol became undeniable.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the other side, noting that the morale of the remaining Tavern crew had already crumbled.

One of them had already fled.

A few others had their eyes locked onto the goods scattered across the ground.

Some wanted to gather the merchandise and move it to a safe location, while others were looking to pocket a few items in the chaos.

"A Disorganized Rabble, just as expected." Daros made no effort to hide his contempt for these people.

If these men had united, they might have managed to haul away the majority of the cargo. But with everyone harboring different ulterior motives, moving the goods was practically impossible.

With an upward flick of the Blade Edge, an arm was cleanly severed and sent flying to the side.

"I suppose you have absolutely no idea about the gap between the Iron Rank and the Black Iron Rank!" Daros stated softly.

He was not actually speaking to the Scavenger leader or Das; he was merely venting his own overwhelming sense of superiority.

Battles between Transcendents were purely battles of Attribute Values!

If the Scavenger leader had not mutated, his Attribute Value would be nothing more than a fraction of Daros's.

"In front of me, your twisted flesh and blood is nothing but air!" As his voice dropped, Sword Light flashed brilliantly.

In a mere instant, more than a dozen bloody gashes appeared across the Scavenger leader's body.

A crushing advantage in Attribute Value meant an absolute suppression of strength, speed, reaction time, and defense.

Under such comprehensive suppression, that grotesque mound of mutated flesh was truly just a chunk of meat.

Severed body parts scattered across the ground. Swirling Sword Qi generated a powerful Air Current that blew away the pooling blood and filth.

Not a single drop of blood had stained Daros. He slowly turned his gaze toward Das, who was in the middle of preparing another spell. The murderous intent in Daros's eyes practically solidified once more.

Willpower suppression.

This was a foundational ability of the Iron Rank. After a slaughter, the residual killing intent could be channeled into physical pressure, allowing them to interfere with a Spellcaster's casting to some extent.

If Das's mind had not been locked into a highly unusual state right now, this spell attempt would have likely failed on the spot.

But now, all the preparations were complete!

Wave Spell: Sweeping Tide!

A single ripple spread out from beneath Das's feet.

Following that, all the rainwater that had accumulated from the downpour suddenly undulated, surging into a violent wave.

Daros narrowed his eyes slightly, bracing himself.

Although he looked down on these lowlifes, a Spellcaster's Spells still commanded a certain degree of respect.

Yet in the next moment, only a single stream of water rushed toward Daros. The vast majority of the tide swept backward, engulfing the scattered merchandise.

The currents then carried the items toward a specific corner. There, a small crevice in the Whale's tail was visibly widening by the second.

When the rain finally stopped, the massive wash of rainwater would cause the tail of the Sky Whale to thrash slightly faster!

"Not good!" Daros instantly realized the problem, his body reacting even faster than his shifting expression.

Das never intended to counterattack. Instead, he had focused entirely on the most crucial element—the cargo.

As long as all the goods were flushed into the crevice, the sheer force of the Whale's thrashing tail would crush them into powder before dropping the remnants into an even deeper abyss.

Under those circumstances, even the Church would find it nearly impossible to excavate the evidence.

With the evidence destroyed, Daros would be left making Empty Promises with nothing to back his claims. The likelihood of this whole incident being swept under the rug would drastically increase.

"Stop!" The murderous intent in Daros's eyes practically materialized. He crossed the distance in a single leap, arriving right in front of Das and swinging his sword.

The Blade Edge quivered slightly, coming to a dead halt mere inches from Das's head.

The sharp metal severed a few strands of hair and sliced the skin, sending a tiny bead of blood flying.

But ultimately, the blade stopped.

By now, the cargo had already tumbled into the crevice. Despite his incredible speed, it was far too late to rush over and fish the items back out.

The halted sword strike was actually conveying a clear ultimatum.

Channel your Spell and manipulate the water to bring the goods back, and you get to keep your life.

Daros believed that with a Spellcaster's processing speed, Das would easily decipher the underlying message.

However, in the very next moment, Daros looked into Das's eyes.

There was no hesitation or confusion in those eyes, only absolute, unwavering conviction.

'Even if you kill me, I will still destroy this cargo. The Dartmenerly Family's plan will never succeed!'

This intense clash of wills caused a surge of fury to well up within Daros.

He slightly withdrew the sword in his hand before instantly magnifying his strength, intending to lop Das's head clean off.

Clang!

The Blade Edge stopped right in front of Das's eyes.

Yet, the deadly weapon was nowhere near as intimidating as the bare hand that had clamped down on the blade, or the figure slowly stepping out from behind Das.

"Nels!!" Daros pushed with both hands, but the Knight's Sword remained completely immobilized. Seeing the newcomer, Daros let out a furious roar.

"Knight Daros, what exactly are you doing?"

"Why are you slaughtering people without cause?" Nemus's voice was not particularly loud, but it carried an overwhelming oppressive weight.

"He is a smuggler—"

"I am the one asking you, why are you slaughtering people without cause!" Nemus demanded once more. His tone grew slightly heavier as his hand applied a fraction of pressure.

The Knight's Sword was instantly wrenched from Daros's grasp. It spun rapidly through the air before plunging into the ground, embedding itself half a meter deep at a sharp angle.

Several distinct finger indentations were now strikingly visible on the high-quality metal of the blade.

"Nels, do not even think about harboring—" Daros bellowed in fury, his hands trembling as blood dripped from his palms.

However, he was cut off by Nemus's voice, which remained calm yet laden with crushing pressure.

"I am the one asking you!"

"Why are you slaughtering people without cause!"

His anger was shattered; his psychological defenses were completely crushed.

Yet, in that exact moment, his reason returned.

With Nemus appearing here and the cargo serving as evidence destroyed, the presence of the dead Construct Protocol members alone was not enough to convict Das.

Therefore, at this very moment, Das was an innocent man—perhaps even a tax-paying merchant of outstanding moral character.

Striking to kill such a person and getting caught red-handed meant that all of his schemes had just evaporated into nothingness.