Demon Bible

Chapter 164: Continuing On

Several shifts in his mental state caused Fass's mind to gradually cool down.

Naturally, the accompanying state of the Inner Eye was also fading away.

"You can escape now," Nemus's voice echoed once again. "I have a way to erase Isabella's tracking mark on you."

"The data you provided this time is more than enough."

"So you could say you have fulfilled your mission. As long as you vanish now and evade detection, Isabella will gradually focus her attention on this area, allowing my other scheme to come to fruition."

"Therefore, what are your thoughts?"

The question left Fass somewhat bewildered.

The instant he heard Nemus declare his mission complete, he felt a flicker of joy, but an indescribable sense of gloom immediately followed.

He felt as though he was stepping down from a grand stage.

During the previous act, the one who had earned the cheers and applause was not him, the victor.Instead, it was the black-masked man who, despite losing to him, had displayed the unshakeable faith of an Ascetic Priest.

After all, even Fass had been shocked by his opponent's resolute conviction.

Naturally, the highlight of that battle had fallen upon the other man.

'Is it just going to end like this?' Fass asked himself.

To make it all the way to the end, successfully escape, emerge as the ultimate victor, and secure a safe life from here on out.

Everything seemed perfect.

With his capabilities, reaching this point had been incredibly difficult.

If he went any further, he could not guarantee his own safety.

It seemed this was as far as he could go.

"Lord Nemus, I..." Fass opened his mouth, intending to declare his withdrawal and ask for help in covering his tracks.

However, he realized the world before his eyes was twisting.

The familiar shifts between hot and cold, and the familiar Inner Eye appeared once again.

"It seems your spirit has already given the answer," Nemus's appreciative voice echoed.

In that moment, all of Fass's rational thoughts were completely shattered.

The emotions buried beneath his reason became his solitary driving force.

"I refuse to accept this!!"

"I absolutely refuse to accept this!!"

"I still want to continue on!" Fass solemnly conveyed his desire to Nemus.

"Then head toward the Estate. Isabella is coming," Nemus laid out his arrangement.

During this observation, Fass's mental response was far more intense, yet it possessed much greater resilience.

If his chances of success last time were merely ten percent, then the current Fass had at least a thirty percent chance.

This was not low; on the contrary, it was exceptionally high.

He was someone who started with nothing—no bloodline, no renowned master, and no tremendous innate potential. He relied entirely on the Berserk Accessory provided by Nemus.

From Generation I to Generation IV, and then integrating the Soul Component.

All along his journey, Fass had been taking shortcuts, cruising in the fast lane.

Under these circumstances, having a thirty percent chance to break past his limits and become an Iron Rank already proved that he was extraordinarily compatible with those items.

Had he been even slightly less compatible, Fass would likely have already split apart into a Monster during the last mental vortex, or simply died from his head exploding.

Fass nodded earnestly. His current mental state was still just a bit lacking. Only if he could unearth his ultimate potential within a desperate situation, absorbing the Numbers of others acquired through their symbiotic swarm state, would he truly forge a new future.

This kind of metamorphic Transformation was somewhat similar to an ordinary soul being thrown into the Abyss, becoming tainted with an excessive amount of the Abyssal Constant, and subsequently degenerating into the state of a Demon.

However, Nemus's conditions were entirely inferior to those of the Abyss. Therefore, whether Fass could succeed depended entirely on himself; Nemus could not provide an absolute guarantee of success.

Carrying these thoughts, Fass set off.

He did not march carelessly toward the Estate.

Because the black-masked man was definitely not the only person at the Estate.

As an Ascetic Priest of the Precept Church, the other party had forsaken everything to execute a secret mission here.

Moreover, it was a covert mission that could not see the light of day, which meant the matter was absolutely of monumental importance.

It was entirely possible to encounter any kind of enemy in this place.

His previous battle with the black-masked man had undeniably alerted the others within the Estate.

"Therefore..." Fass took a deep breath and swiftly advanced toward the Estate. As he moved, he let out a loud shout, "I know your secrets, people of the Church!"

"Stay behind! Kill me, or choose to commit suicide with an Evolutionary Limit Spell, just like that man before!" Fass declared, his voice carrying straight into the Estate.

At this moment, he was in an indescribable state.

On one hand, he was exercising extreme caution, carefully observing his surroundings to ensure he would not be instantly killed by a sudden attack.

On the other hand, he was boldly provoking them, shouting words meant to strike at their very hearts.

As long as he laid down this challenge, the people behind the scenes could not simply bury the evidence inside the Estate and choose to flee.

'They will definitely come to kill me!' Fass felt as though his entire being was Burning—filled with fear, excitement, and even a bizarre sense of happiness.

It was the happiness of standing on a grand stage, basking in the spotlight of countless eyes.

From a child of the slums to reaching this very point, it felt as if he had been riding the Wind and breaking through the waves; he was already standing at the absolute peak.

Under this mental condition, Fass's spirit became increasingly active.

He then swiftly pinpointed the enemy's location.

The Dark Aura also surged with activity at this exact moment, rapidly pulsating and merging into the Steel Orbs.

Layers upon layers of Steel Orbs shifted into fixed positions, resonating with the stars in the sky to form a forcefield shield.

Almost the very instant the shield took shape, a massive barrage of white, projectile-like objects shot out from the side.

These projectiles rapidly battered against the shield, triggering ripples of violent fluctuation.

'They are all elites!' Fass could sense the Attribute Value contained within these Spells. The opponent's Value was not considered too high; it was highly likely they were not an Iron Rank.

However, Fass did not underestimate them just because of this.

The Multiplier of Spells was extraordinarily high.

A Priest with an Attribute Value of seven only needed to cast a slightly superior Spell to achieve a three-times Multiplier, inflicting over twenty points of Value damage.

Fass's Steel Orbs forcefield shield possessed a defensive Value of barely twenty points.

Judging from these projectiles, these individuals were basically the elites of the Church. Forget a Multiplier of three; it was entirely possible for them to unleash even higher ones.

Therefore, if he was careless and got struck by even a single offensive Spell, it was entirely possible he would die right then and there.

The moment he shielded against the assault, Fass did not counterattack. Instead, he completely cloaked his body in the Dark Aura and threw himself to the side.

Sure enough, follow-up attacks crashed down immediately after.

A pillar of light descended from the heavens. The vast, blindingly white glow seemed capable of purifying absolutely everything in its path.