Demon Bible
Chapter 64: Virtual Reality Transformation × Damage Transfer
The old priest had no time to dodge this at all.
A ripple of fluctuation passed over his body, and his substance and void seemed to complete another transformation.
The blade passed through his body without causing any harm to the old priest.
The one who launched the attack was none other than 'Jacques' who had been protecting him from behind earlier.
"Awakened from the illusion?" Countless black blood vessels transformed into thin threads that continuously writhed and pulled, shifting the old priest's position rapidly as he warily watched the Petitioning Angel that had returned to its original form before him.
"No, that's not it—you've been controlled from another level!" The old priest tugged at the Nest Beast blood vessels on the other's body and immediately discovered the problem.
His control over Jacques was dual-layered: one layer consisted of the Nest Beast blood vessels on his body that controlled his physical form, while the other was illusion magic.
The illusion magic had penetrated deep into his cognition, creating a hallucination in Jacques' mind that made him fight willingly.
For example, in Jacques' current illusory perception, he wasn't being controlled to fight—instead, he believed he was personally battling evil demons, bandits, and criminals.
It now appeared that the illusion control hadn't been broken;
Jacques remained trapped within the illusion.
The real problem lay with those seemingly reliable Nest Beast blood vessels.
These were the old priest's most convenient tools. With Jacques' entire body wrapped and penetrated by blood vessels, problems should have been nearly impossible.
But now numerous dense thin threads had appeared, these threads penetrating Jacques' body and even these Nest Beast blood vessels, taking control of the vessels from within.
"Troublesome indeed..." The material of those threads was unknown, their specific abilities unclear.
The old priest's perception of them only detected many mixed auras, making it difficult to discern their true power.
"Why can't you just obediently die?"
"You who obstruct divine guidance!!!" The old priest's mood only dipped for a moment before transforming into extreme rage.
Everything had been going so smoothly before—any matter he merely participated in would automatically fulfill the necessary conditions without him taking active steps.
Yet after encountering Naimes, everything started going wrong. Despite using various methods, he couldn't kill the other party.
"Time and again, time and again!"
"I never intended to harm any of you actively—it's your lack of cooperation, your defiance against divine guidance!" The old priest nearly broke down, staring at Naimes with hatred as if his gaze alone could kill.
"Still deceiving yourself like this—you're beyond redemption." Naimes' gaze seemed to pierce through the old priest's physical body, looking directly into his soul.
And at this moment, the other's soul appeared utterly filthy.
He hadn't confronted his own heart for a very long time.
"Your actions, your words—they're full of self-contradictions. You're fighting against yourself."
Naimes only felt pity for the old priest.
He criticized the church for being neither holy nor commandment-keeping.
Yet he himself clung tightly to the church's ways, viewing every choice as divine guidance.
But in reality?
"Leaving backdoors in the sword compensated to me—was this divine guidance too?"
"Spending decades continuously placing bloodline marks on villagers—was this also divine guidance?"
"How did you know?" The old priest froze, his concern not with Naimes' accusations but with the discovery of his arrangements mentioned in those words.
"You... are truly pitiable." Naimes looked at the old priest with compassion.
Naimes believed that this kind of person—one who forgot their own beliefs, ignored their true heart, immersed themselves in confusion and turbidity, becoming self-contradictory and self-conflicting—was utterly pitiable.
He was a villain who would stop at nothing to achieve his goal of climbing to the peak and welcoming the great wave.
During this process, Naimes had also become immersed in honor and flowers, losing himself at times.
But ultimately, Naimes had still seen himself clearly.
That most stirring belief in his soul, that boiling excitement when his entire soul had surged during the crossing.
Although the old priest held different positions and beliefs from him, watching someone once firm in their beliefs become what he now saw—
"Too utterly ugly!"
"So ugly that my killing intent can no longer be restrained." Naimes said slowly.
The 'Jacques' who had been standing in place suddenly charged toward 'Isabella' on the other side.
"Not good..." The old priest extended his hand, Nest Beast blood vessels continuously spreading and linking with the blood vessels on Jacques' body, then rapidly pulling to restrict Jacques' movements.
Meanwhile, on the other side, a figure burning with flames had already charged toward the old priest.
Tangs stepped into the air as if walking on solid ground. The source of this content ɪs novel⟡fire.net
Looking closely, one would notice that every position he stepped on in the air showed slight fluctuations—these were precisely Op's feather-air snakes.
"Choose: bet that your bloodline marks are still effective, or bet that releasing your restrictions on me, you can still eliminate me!" As Naimes spoke, black aura began emerging from his body for the first time.
That thick demonic aura made the old priest's spirit race wildly!
"No, Naimes!!!" Even though the old priest had been preparing to cast a powerful spell to kill 'Naimes' earlier, now that he discovered Naimes no longer existed—that what remained was a demon wearing Naimes' skin—the old priest instead felt grief.
And in that instant, the old priest made his decision.
He ignored Tangs charging into mid-air, focusing all his energy on Jacques.
Bloodline Spell · Blood Boiling!
The Nest Beast blood vessels penetrating Jacques' entire body now flowed with massive amounts of blood.
This blood rapidly 'boiled,' creating suppressing force that controlled the fragmented Oath Ropes Naimes had secretly implanted into Jacques' body.
Then, Tangs' nearly demonic claw-like hand swept forcefully.
The sacrificial fire-carrying claw passed through the old priest's body as his 'substance-void transformation' took effect once again.
But also within the village—
The village guard, Aro, the dual swordsman, and others had now truly confirmed the source of the old priest's problem—all the villagers!
Just moments ago, several villagers suddenly experienced squirming sensations under their skin, numerous blood vessels waving beneath their flesh, claw wounds appearing on their bodies, followed by black-green sacrificial flames igniting.
The old priest's 'substance-void transformation' wasn't actually substance-void transformation at all—it was damage transfer!
He had spent twenty years in the village, most of that time staying within the church.
Many villagers had developed the habit of going to the church to pray whenever they had time, then entering the confession booth to complain to the old priest about life's dissatisfactions, seeking some comfort from him.
It was during this process that the old priest used Nest Beast blood vessels to repeatedly place marks on these villagers.
The old priest excelled at two types of spells.
Perception-based spells were only one of them.
So when illusory changes occurred around the old priest, people instinctively assumed this was an advanced perception spell—using falsehood to interfere with reality, achieving substance-void transformation.
But in reality, what accomplished this was the other type of spell the old priest excelled in—bloodline magic.