I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 975 - 637: In the Name of the Snake

Sizzle sizzle...

As "Neil" slowly approached, Father Hardin and all the clergy present were stunned to discover that the Bibles in their hands were undergoing strange transformations!

The recorded words all became blurred and twisted!

Immediately, as if time was reversing, the words turned into ink, gathering into drops and slowly sliding off the Bibles.

Until the entire Bible became a blank book without a single word!

"This... this?!"

Bishop Youssef and the other priests were dumbfounded, their faces filled with horror.

The strength of this demon before them had far exceeded their imagination.

Its high status somehow caused the sacred words in the Bible to self-destruct.

The bone matches burning with rainbow flames gradually extinguished.

In Father Hardin’s fingers, only a small piece of charcoal was left, which scattered with the wind as it turned to ash...

"The power of the ’Sacred Relic’ has been exhausted, yet He remains unscathed..."

Father Hardin’s voice, like his hands, was trembling.

As the Blue Flame Priest of Holy Land Klein, he had suppressed countless demons in his lifetime. His pride, the "Holy Fire," was powerful enough to have burned two renowned upper-rank demons, integrating their Strength to become what it is now.

But the Holy Fire couldn’t burn this terrifying demon called "Snake."

Even his ultimate move—a combination of "Exorcism Array," "Sacred Relic," and "Holy Hymn" to summon the "Rainbow Divine Punishment"—couldn’t harm the opponent...

Not even a single hair!

Holy Fire above!

This is the power of the "Rainbow Seven Gods"!

The power of a flame deity on par with the Candelabra Goddess!

How strong is the opponent really?!

Could it be the strongest existence among the royal demons?!

If it truly is so...

Then, as the opponent claimed, even if the Blue Pontiff of Holy Land Klein were to come in person, he might not be a match for "Snake..."

Only the Candelabra Goddess can subdue Him?

No! Impossible!!

"Calm down! Calm down! Don’t be influenced by the demon’s words!"

Father Hardin was drenched in sweat.

The flames on his body were flickering endlessly, resembling his shaken Faith.

Click, click...

Footsteps approached.

At this moment, Father Hardin looked up in a daze, only to find that "Neil" had already walked out of the rainbow fire pillar and even stepped out of the exorcism array he had painstakingly carved!

The oppressor gently brushed his foot, erasing the edge paint of the array from the ground, and then "Neil" spoke:

"Your Excellency Hardin, if this is all you have, then I think this exorcism ritual can come to an end..."

Hardin felt his body stiffen like a statue, lacking even the courage to lift his eyes to confront him.

But he was unwilling.

Extremely unwilling.

The shame towards the flame deities, the Redemption Church, and the Blue Pontiff tormented him greatly.

Father Hardin summoned the greatest courage of his life, strengthened by his Faith and determination to defeat the demon, and shouted angrily:

"Go to hell! Demon!!"

Boom—

Father Hardin’s right fist soared like a meteor, punching "Neil" heavily.

His entire right arm was engulfed in azure flames, blasting airwaves in all directions.

The cries of the onlookers continued incessantly.

But in the next second—

Bang!!

"Neil’s" hand steadily caught the punch.

The terrible shockwave, lacking the exorcism ritual’s confinement, immediately blew dozens of nearby guests away, sending chairs and candelabras flying recklessly.

Screams filled the air, a cacophony of chaos and noise.

Port Master Ivar and Bishop Youssef were the first to snap back to their senses, turning their gaze back to the scene, only to be equally stunned.

For the tall Father Hardin had actually...

Kneeled down!

Father Hardin’s face was twisted with pain, being pressed to the ground by the opponent’s overwhelming Strength. His legs creaked under the heavy burden, fresh blood oozing from ruptured muscles, his bones already shattered.

He kneeled on the ground, his right fist still tightly grasped in the opponent’s palm.

The azure flames gradually extinguished and disappeared.

"I admit, you are the most powerful and arrogant demon I’ve ever seen in my life... I cannot expel you; you can humiliate or kill me, but don’t imagine defeating me or making me submit!"

Blood spurted from Hardin’s nose and mouth as he roared with red eyes, spewing sparks.

"Hush... Don’t be so agitated, Your Excellency Father."

"Neil" stood tall, holding the opponent’s fist with a refined smile.

"I never intended to make you submit; I am simply very interested in the Holy Fire."

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

Upon understanding the opponent’s words, Father Hardin’s emotions ignited like a powder keg, instantly exploding.

"You’ve possessed Nerlucius, infiltrated the church, all for the power of our lord... ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, azure crystals began to emerge all over Hardin’s body, his tone growing hysterical with a mix of rage and shock.

"Demon! You shall descend to hell! Die a horrible death—"

Crack crack...

In the span of just two breaths, Father Hardin suddenly transformed into a kneeling crystalline statue under everyone’s gaze.

This high-ranked priest who devoted his life to the church thus fell!

Throughout the process, he was utterly suppressed by Chen Lun, unable to even reveal his Mythical Creature Form, dying repressed and constrained.

However, by this time, Chen Lun had already used his high status to forcibly invade the other’s mind, using "Mental Steal" to acquire what he desired.

’Knowledge from Sequence Nine to Sequence Three of the Holy Fire Pathway, all obtained!’

Chen Lun thought to himself.

From the perspective of the onlookers present, "Neil" revealed a satisfied and intoxicated smile on his face, that grin was sinister and evil, terrifying those around.

"Ah!!"

A minister’s female companion screamed in fear.

Suddenly, beneath her luxurious long dress, a puddle of foul-smelling pale yellow liquid trickled down.

She was so frightened that she lost control!

The Port Master, ministers, and other family guests all retreated in panic, huddling together.

Bishop Youssef stood in despair, frozen in place. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

The priests behind him were all in the same state.

His Excellency Hardin, the Blue Flame Priest specifically sent by the Holy Land Klein, was killed on the spot by the demon during the exorcism ritual... These people, how could they be opponents, death was only a matter of time.

A sorrowful and oppressive atmosphere spread, and the clergy knelt down on the spot, looking up at the sky, holding a candle in their hands to pray to the Lord, singing piously.

They gave up.

Gave up on exorcism, gave up on fighting.

They intended to spend the last precious moments of their lives praying, repenting for their ineffectiveness.

Chen Lun ignored these people.

He immersed himself in studying the newly acquired knowledge of the Holy Fire...

The sequences of [Dancer], [Commander], and [Arsonist] had all been mastered by Neil, the subsequent Sequence Six [Self-Immolator] would greatly enhance his resistance to flames, possessing strong group combat capabilities, and even transform into a powerful "Flame Bomb" to strike enemies.

Sequence Five [Flame Worshiper], preliminarily grasps the ability to absorb non-path powers... It can throw mysterious substances or knowledge from any path into one’s "Holy Fire" as kindling to burn, thereby integrating its essence, making the "Holy Fire" even stronger.

Saint Rank Sequence Four [Shadow by the Campfire], the sequence where Father Hardin was, was equivalent to a qualitative change in the Sequence Ability of [Flame Worshiper], capable of integrating high-ranking forces from two non-paths, producing wondrous changes.

Each Sequence Four of the Holy Fire, even if they absorb powers from two same sequences, the ultimate effect would differ widely.

Demi-God Rank Sequence Three [Door of Fire], the number of sequences capable of absorbing non-path abilities would reach three, creating a door within one’s "Holy Fire", serving both as a "Safe House" and a "Prison" for enemies.

The door leads to an interdimensional space, filled with Holy Fire constructed of one’s strength, providing boosts and repairs, also trapping enemies, burning endlessly.

This sequence, Holy Fire Demi-God, in terms of self-defense and trapping enemies, was top-notch.

’The strength of this path lies in its absorption and evolution... Purely in terms of sequence strength, maybe the ten paths on the Sun Continent could outmatch the Holy Fire, but once the Holy Fire absorbs enough sequences, it could leap upwards, suppressing other paths.’

Chen Lun mused to himself.

After obtaining most of the sequence knowledge of the Holy Fire Pathway, he finally saw the strengths and weaknesses of this path.

It can be said to be the weakest path, and it can also be said to be the strongest path.

’No wonder ’Azure Holy Fire’, that ancient entity, wanted to invade this world... After all, its strength came from absorbing other paths.’

Chen Lun analyzed.

’Previously, when Hardin invoked a pillar of colorful flame with Divine Arts, it contained the power of the Seven Gods on the Sun Continent, maybe in ancient times, those so-called "Rainbow Seven Gods" devoured many high-ranking individuals on the Sun Continent before eventually becoming gods on the Outer Continent...’

Before long.

"Neil" raised his head from deep thought, those bright eyes swept the room, and the gaze terrified everyone present into screaming.

He paid no mind to this, directly walking past Bishop Youssef and a group of priests, not even glancing at them, and came directly in front of his wife, Rafaela.

Then, he picked her up.

Turning around, "Neil" looked at everyone, grinned.

"These three-plus years, I’ve had a great time at Green Shade Harbor, I’ll come back to visit when I have the chance."

Hearing these words, Port Master Ivar’s face turned deathly pale, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his broad forehead.

Everyone’s hearts were racing.

However, after these words, "Neil" took big strides and vanished from everyone’s sight amidst mocking laughter.

The Port Master saw this, and with a thud, knelt to the ground.

"Lord Ivar! Are you okay?!"

The ministers were in a panic.

"No... nothing, I just stood for too long."

The Port Master awkwardly covered up, but he no longer had the strength to stand.

After confirming "Neil" had utterly left.

All the bystanders, including Bishop Youssef, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At a vacant ship at the harbor of Green Shade Harbor.

"Neil" set his wife down.

Freed from the priest’s control, Rafaela finally spoke.

She was half-joyed, half-hesitant, not daring to embrace.

But Neil first embraced her, whispered in her ear:

"Rafaela, it’s me, ’the Serpent’ has already left."

"Thank heavens! I’m so glad you’re okay, Nils!"

Rafaela hugged her husband tightly, crying bitterly in his arms.

Neil mixed with guilt, let out a long breath.

"Sorry, Rafaela, for hiding from you for so long, actually, my name is Nerlucius, ’Nils’ is just my alias."

"It’s okay, I know you must have had your reasons."

Rafaela whispered.

Neil holding his wife, felt an inexplicable happiness and comfort.

Although those series of events happened earlier, Green Shade Harbor was no longer a place he could stay, but having someone who truly loved him by his side was enough for him.

Neil turned his gaze to the sea.

He planned to leave here, completely leaving the Brilliant Empire, going to a place where the Redemption Church couldn’t find him, and live a peaceful life with Rafaela.

The Serpent has fallen asleep once more.

Before it slept, it gave him the subsequent knowledge of the Holy Fire Pathway, enough to reach the high Saint Rank, Neil felt both grateful and excited.

In addition, there were three unfamiliar pathway knowledges Neil had never seen before...

They were named Destiny, Nature, and Magic.

These seemed to be non-existent pathways on the Britania Continent, Neil was curious but didn’t dare to ask about the source.

According to the Serpent’s words, that was:

"In the near future, I think you will need them..."

Taking a deep breath.

Neil pulled up the anchor of the small boat, rode the night tide, and sailed away from the harbor.

"In the name of the Serpent, Neil will certainly not fail your expectations!"

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