American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

I thought the old lady in the photo died because of the impact.

Now it seems that there is something strange about it.

Because he could feel that the resentful spirit's gaze was not the usual resentment, but instead made him feel an obsession.

"If you don't want to reveal it, forget it."

Yorks deliberately waited for a few seconds, but without waiting for any response, he directly pulled out the grenade ring and threw it at the Wraith.

Although it is said that this resentful spirit has not done anything harmful to anyone yet, there will be troubles in the future regardless.

Because over time, it will naturally evolve to the point where its brain is filled with resentment of death, and it just wants to kill and kill.

As for the truth behind this old woman, is it important?

It's not important to him at all. After all, he only needs to solve the source, which is the coming Satanism, and the matter will be solved.

So, Yorks just stood there and let the grenade roll accurately next to the wheels of the wheelchair.

Three seconds countdown.

On the count of two, Yorks used the shield converter to cover himself with a protective film, and time seemed to have paused.

The resentful spirit, which had done nothing until now, suddenly stared at him, its dark eyes bleeding with blood and tears, flowing down its pale and swollen face.

And the environment around him changed instantly again.

The sunset outside invaded the house and shone on him.

Yorks squinted and turned to look to the right.

An old woman was crawling with her hands, showing a very strange posture.

His face was full of pain, but his eyes were very calm.

"Is this a memory from before you died?"

Yorkes watched as the old man crawled to the room behind the stairs.

And inside that room is where the well is.

Yorks just watched the old man climb in, with no trace of emotion on his face.

The next second.

Explosive bombings sounded.

Fire mist mixed with holy light exploded out of thin air in the living room, followed by a huge shock wave.

"Father, I just want to protect my grandson. Something dirty is harming him..."

As the fire mist and shock wave hit him, Yorks suddenly heard such an old and hoarse voice.

"Cults harm people."

Yorks sighed, and the protective circle on his body was broken together with the entire space that was on the verge of being broken.

He returned to reality.

The feeling of resentment dissipated instantly.

Everything returned to how it was before, with the child still lying on the floor.

But the hanging lights on the top were flashing, which proved that there were other things that could affect reality.

With an expressionless expression, Yorks kept his gaze on the entrance and exit of the living room.

The moment the resentment group disappeared, there was a group of dark air slowly gathering, eventually forming a woman.

The woman in the photo who joined the cult has very blurry features on her face. She is wearing a dirty white gauze skirt and is covered in black mist.

"It turns out the old man was talking about you. She may have known something, discovered something, and then transformed herself into a wraith in this way, just to prevent your invasion."

Yorks whispered.

A roar came from the woman's fang-filled mouth, and dark juice flowed from the surrounding walls, including the living room, and the floor, trying to swallow everything.

Yorks pressed down with his right hand, and the divine robe on his body moved automatically without wind.

[20 magic points have been used]

[60 points of holy power have been used]

The doubling of magic power directly doubled the holy power, suddenly rising to a value of 1,200 points.

This is the first time he has used them together in this way, but it's a pity that it can't directly change his essence like the 2000 points last time.

But the effect was so good that a dazzling holy light burst out from his body.

At this moment, the holy light swept the whole place with York as the center.

The whole body of the woman who just screamed stayed at that moment and disappeared with the light.

Its daybreak.

This caused the monks and Thai officials outside who were responsible for the eviction to stop what they were doing, and all looked towards the house that had turned into a ball of light and shone like the sun.

"this……"

Father Marty's monk couldn't help but take a breath. He suddenly remembered that his priest had a hint of admiration in his eyes when he talked about this Yorkist priest.

"As expected of Father York..."

Looking at the house that was slowly extinguished and darkness began to surround him, the monk's eyes flashed with admiration for the strong.

"You are so vulnerable, yet you dare to yell at me."

Yorks patted the non-existent dust on his body and turned to look at the virtual window in front of him.

The values ​​are almost full, except for the instant consumption of 60 points of [Spirit/Holy Power].

"There are still two hours and a total of 120 minutes left, which is enough to restore it to full value."

Yorks waved his right hand, and spent two more points of magic power to create a sealing circle learned from the Book of Tribo out of thin air towards the child lying on the floor. Then he created two more magic circles that could confine and consume the power of darkness. Magic circle.

If this child is the son of a devil, then it will be unable to move even an inch.

After completing this step, Yorks walked out of the door. His mind surged and he grabbed a pack of sacred bombs in his backpack out of thin air, letting it float beside him.

"The next step is to bury a sacred time bomb. The only way to go is..."

Yorks stared at the large open space outside the gate and muttered to himself.

…

At this time, what he didn't know was that he was in a basement somewhere.

A blond man with blue eyes was looking at the burning sacrifice in his hand, his eyes changing slightly.

"I didn't expect that after such consumption, the church would still have other hands. It's impossible! We have already recruited bishop-level clergy. Who else has the strength to reach me directly through the dark spirit?"

The man threw away the sacrifice in his hand and looked at the irreparable burns on his hands without changing his expression. He then looked at the burning altar in front of him and fell into deep thought.

In the message from the dark spirit, he only saw a patch of light and nothing else.

This is the scene that came after the dark spirit dissipated instantly.

"Could it be a sacred object?" The man frowned, still thinking about something, when a man wearing a hooded black robe walked out from behind him.

"Bishop Malum, the time is almost up."

"Yeah, it's time."

Hearing this, the man took a deep breath and stared at the altar that had been reduced to ashes. As he turned around, his eyes began to become cold.

"It's hard to find a child who is so compatible."

"Although they have been targeted by the church, through our efforts, we were able to hold them back. Although the sacrifice has failed, there is still me! I can take her place and welcome the arrival of our God."

With that said, the man named Malum walked towards the bowing believers.

"No matter what the cost, we must take the church's place and change the world."

"Desire should not be suppressed! It should be released!"

There was a kind of bewitching in the voice, which caused a flash of fanaticism in the eyes of the hunched believer. He stood up suddenly and followed Malum's steps with determination on his face.

The sound of rushing footsteps sounded in the dark basement.

In the dim light next to him, as Malum kept walking forward, people wearing hooded black robes appeared one after another behind him...

Walk fifteen meters.

Using the three-dimensional diagram in his mind, Yorks controlled the sacred time bomb to fly to the edge of at least fifty meters, and then used his mind power to create a pit out of thin air again and bury the floating bomb.

"Finish."

Yorks looked at the bombs that were starting to fill the crater fifty meters away, then turned and returned to the house.

Choose to sit on the sofa in front of your children and wait for the cult to come.

Two hours passed by bit by bit.

An hour later, Yorks was notified that the eviction was complete, and at the same time, his status and stats were full.

In another half hour, there was a pile of equipment on the desktop in front of him.

According to the meaning of the words, Thai officials have deployed some equipment within five miles of the house that can detect people coming, and even know how many people are coming.

In other words, the biggest role of the equipment in front of him is to let him know that someone is coming.

"Dispensable."

Staring at the screen above, Yorks looked calm, just waiting silently, occasionally glancing at the clock hanging on the wall to confirm the time.

I don't know how much time passed, but Yorks narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the clock on the wall, and muttered silently in his heart.

"Sixty seconds countdown."

Counting by default in his mind, York's eyes shifted to the child who had been lying on the floor, covered by three magic circles.

It wasn't until he counted to one that things began to change.

Not to mention the inexplicably cold atmosphere around him, just from the fact that the dark air lingering on the child was hitting the light emitted by the confinement circle one after another, Yorks knew that the cult was coming.

"Want to confirm the existence of the child?" York's mouth curled up as if he could already see the person far away and right in front of him.

At this time, no red dot appeared on the screen in front of him.

"No feedback?"

In an open space seven kilometers away, a group of dark cult members were standing, all their eyes focused on Malum at the front.

"Have people been moved?" Malum frowned slightly and stared in the direction of the house.

"No, the person is still there."

Malum looked down at the dried umbilical cord in his hand, and squeezed it hard in sympathy.

The feedback result of this result is that the dark airflow on the child's body becomes obviously thicker, and the wisp begins to turn into a ball and crashes towards the confinement light generated by the confinement circle.

York's expression did not change, he just waved his hand silently to disperse the effect of the confinement circle, allowing the dark air to quickly shuttle outward.

"I was afraid you would run away."

Yorks shook his head and stared at the screen in front of him.

At this moment, Malum got feedback. He was silent for a moment and continued to lead the way, with the men in black following him one by one.

When there were only two kilometers left, Gamru waved his hand to signal to stop.

"There are probably people from the church over there, let's test the waters first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people behind him took action and began to perform sacrificial summons, just like what they did in Bangkok.

The fishy smell of blood began to spread.

He kept chanting spells, and wisps of the same dark air gathered in the air and quickly passed by, heading towards the house.

What they didn't know was that someone was watching the house the entire time.

"one two three four……"

The count stopped at forty-seven.

"Sure enough, most of the power was consumed in Bangkok."

Thinking of the number of sacrifices made by the Bangkok cult, Yorks stared at the red dot at the front of a group of red dots. He knew that the red dot that had been walking at the front was probably the leader of the cult, probably this guy Malum.

Seeing the red dot suddenly stop moving again, Yorkshire couldn't help but murmured.

"You are more cautious than me. Are you a cult member who is not afraid of anything?"

At the same time as his heart dropped, a humanoid three-dimensional figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Yorks looked at the red dots that appeared out of thin air on the screen and knew something.

"A pioneer in exploring the path?"

York's expression did not change, and his body did not even move.

However, the submachine guns that had been lined up in a row floated out of thin air and rushed out. Three Calico M960s equipped with one hundred rounds of sacred bullets.

After finding out what happened in Bangkok.

He had long seen that this cult's trick of summoning the demon army was exactly what was recorded in the Book of Tribo.

There is an unnamed demon introduced there, and there are ways to summon its body and borrow its power. However, summoning and each borrowing requires paying a price, and you need to sacrifice your soul through the relevant magic circle. and body.

"This demon is so smart."

Thinking of this, Yorks seemed to be able to see the living dead crawling out of the earth, one after another, from the piles of dirt he had seen before.

They were densely packed and began to fill up his three-dimensional view, including the screen in front of him, which was covered with red dots.

"However, I am different from other clergy colleagues. What I am not afraid of the most is this kind of human wave tactic."

Yorkes took it indifferently and just stared at the screen.

"Because I have something they don't have."

The heartbeat dropped as the living dead staggered towards the house from walking to running.

The three Calico M960s that had been floating at the door and pointed at the crowd of living dead moved, and the triggers inside were pulled.

At this moment, the entire space seemed to freeze, and the air began to become anxious.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

Three submachine guns spurted fire dragons from their muzzles.

The spiraling holy bullets kept slanting out, heading straight for the living dead running in front.

Twelve sacred bullets were sprayed out from the fire dragon in just one second.

At this moment, 36 rounds of the three guns were flying in the air.

Ta-ta-ta-ta!

In the dark sky, a sacred bullet net directly covered the surging living dead.

Through the combination of telekinesis and three-dimensional images, and under precise control, every sacred bullet either hit the forehead or the heart of the living dead.

Accompanied by fierce gunfire, a spectacular scene appeared.

There seemed to be a line drawn in the open space ten meters away from the gun muzzle that the living dead could not enter.

Behind this line, the dense and surging living dead were turning into masses of exploding black mist, dissipating into nothingness.

Yorkes, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa, stared at the red dot on the screen that was rapidly disappearing without appearing, and looked at the three-dimensional image that quickly disappeared without appearing. He was not surprised at all.

Holy bullets are not ordinary bullets. If he can still be resurrected, then he might as well run away.

Staring at the disappearing red dots on the screen, a group of red dots appeared again. Yorks just waved his right hand, and five Calico M960s suddenly floated into the air and flew outward quickly.

The air became anxious again, and accompanied by the rattling gunshots, the living dead still couldn't get past the line, stopping behind the line and exploding into clouds of black mist.

"I want to see how many more people you have to sacrifice."

Yorks stared at the screen that was far away, with only thirty-seven red dots left, smiled calmly, and listened to the symphony composed outside.

Until the gunfire stopped.

A total of 800 rounds of sacred bullets were consumed instantly.

Under the red barrel, there was nothing else in front of him.

It was as if the densely packed living dead were an illusion, disappearing into thin air.

boom!

The eight Calico M960s floating in the air completed their mission well and fell to the ground.

Yorks, who was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, changed to a more comfortable posture. He stared at the thirty-seven red dots that were still on the screen and whispered.

"There should be psychics on these red dots? I just don't know how many there are and how strong they are."

There was a hint of amusement in York's eyes.

"Continue to sacrifice yourself in exchange for stronger power. The devils you regard as gods like this delicious soul the most..."