American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

“A very novel experience.”

While Mirta was communicating with the old woman, what the two of them didn't know was that there was already an invisible figure in the sky above them, patting left and right, experiencing the feeling of being descended from the gods.

"It's like an entity, with an indescribable feeling."

Yorks squinted his eyes, feeling that his thinking was not affected.

It's like a computer that can be turned on and run at the same time.

He was led by the same mind in the small town, including when he was commanded by remote control in the church.

"In that case, let's try it first."

Yorks, who was in the air, was staring at the old woman's home. His gaze seemed to penetrate the house and land directly on a man in the room.

"Wesley..."

At this time, the swelling on the man named Wesley's body had begun to spread to his chest.

Although the face looks normal, it has become the carrier of evil.

"Let me do the surgery on you."

Seeing that Wesley seemed to be able to sense his presence, he suddenly looked up in the direction where he was, and Yorks stretched out his hand to press towards the house below.

At the same time, the two hundred points of holy power accumulated in Pluto Church were consumed rapidly.

Point after point falling quickly.

One hundred and fifty points were consumed in an instant.

"It doesn't seem like there's anything difficult about it."

Yorks murmured, following his own thoughts.

The flawless white holy light emerged from his hand and instantly expanded to the same size as the house below.

"Purification."

As soon as a word was heard, the powerful holy power was suppressed by Wesley's roar.

The demonic seeds in his body wanted to break free from the restrictions of the possessor, and a transparent shape appeared in the sky and opened a huge mouth toward the sky.

However, there is a huge disparity in power.

The demon body without the present world has no much power at all, and is directly purified by this steady stream of holy power.

The demon seeds in Wesley's body also turned into ashes at this time and scattered completely...

Outside the house, Myrta looked up as if she felt something. Just now she seemed to hear the voice of Father York.

Then, she opened her eyes wide. She had already been baptized, and she could naturally feel the movement just now.

One ripple after another centered on the house in front of him and extended in all directions.

"The priest took action."

Mirta secretly thought that only when he could use the relevant power could he realize how powerful the priest's power was.

At this moment, before she had any thoughts or feelings, the priest's voice sounded in her mind.

"It's over, Mirta, go in and have a look, and call the doctor.

The young man is lucky to be alive after treatment. "

Listening to the voice in his mind, Mirta lowered his head slightly, and under the gaze of the old woman Sandra, he respectfully praised the void:

"Yes, Father."

"What happened? Sister Mirta." Sandra's heart palpitated for no reason.

"call."

Mirta breathed out subconsciously, feeling relaxed all over.

"Ms. Sandra, Father York has just taken action to purify this place."

"Then..." The old woman's heart tightened: "What about my son?"

Mirta smiled: "Your son is fine, he just needs to do one thing."

After saying that, Mirta reached for her phone, called the town doctor in front of the old woman, and then took her into the house.

I saw that the holy power that had not disappeared was still everywhere in the room, and Wesley, who was lying on the bed, although his body was swollen and unable to move, he looked at the excited old woman with very clear eyes and shouted.

"Mother."

………………

"It feels pretty good, like playing with a toy with your hands."

Yorkist seemed to have closed the drawer again, scattering the divine message on Myrta's side.

"It just takes a little bit of your holy power."

Listening to the sudden reminder and feeling the consumption of strength in his body, Yorks didn't care at all.

He can recover a little in one minute, so that he can use the divine descending more than two hundred times at a time. If he also controls the use of time, then it is equivalent to countless times.

Right here, the little holy power that was just consumed was restored a minute later.

"Next is..."

Yorks heard the prayers of the believers again, and as if he were pulling out the drawer in front of him, he accurately located the heartbeat of this prayer.

Some believers can't wait until night and use holy water directly.

The holy power in his body was consumed again, and Yorks had already visited the believer's location from a distance.

A villa with a front yard looks even more luxurious than Sandra's house.

But at a quick glance, Yorks did not sense the presence of the devil.

Even so, Yorks still used the holy power accumulated by the church to take precautions.

It is equivalent to returning the believer's power of faith.

Then return.

Yorks just sat on the bench, controlling everything in the town from a distance of more than ten kilometers.

As long as he heard the prayers of believers in his mind, he would pull out the drawer in front of him and go wherever he wanted.

After going back and forth, I don't know how many houses he swept around.

Suddenly, the power of faith stored in the church began to be slowly consumed, and under the control of Yorks, it was continuously converted into holy power for his use.

Therefore, Yorks did not spend much effort at all, and only consumed the power of faith of the believers absorbed by Pluto Church.

At the same time, with each experience, Yorks became more and more comfortable with this function similar to divine descent, without spending much energy at all.

"It feels like I've traveled all over the town..." After finishing the divine descent again, Yorks shook his head.

Because of this, Yorks easily generated a map of the town in his mind, with every building and area marked in detail.

The scary thing is that he even knows who lives in which building.

This is equivalent to saying that he has everything about the entire town in his mind.

That evening.

By the time Mirta came back to report, it was already getting dark.

"Father, Wesley's condition has stabilized." Mirta's attitude was extremely respectful.

"That's good."

Yorks nodded and led her out of the church and to the front yard.

There were still believers camping outside the front yard. When I saw them coming out, I quickly said hello.

"Father Yorks!"

"Sister Mirta!"

"..."

Yorks and Mirta both nodded.

"Father, what are you looking at?"

Standing one step behind the priest, Mirta followed the priest's gaze and looked into the void.

But all she could see was a black and red sky, which symbolized that the sun had set, so she was a little confused.

The believers who were camping began to light up the firewood that had been piled up specially for lighting.

At this time, it was completely dark.

Mirta did not wait for the priest's answer. She secretly glanced at the priest's face, but found that the priest seemed very happy.

Yes, she felt happy.

"..."

"Should we...should we?"

A villa deep in the town was filled with candles for lighting, because electric lighting was not allowed due to regulations ① (evils would lurk in its shadows).

Although the candlelight was bright, the huge villa seemed a bit dim.

Joachim, who had already sprinkled the holy water and prayed to God on the spot, looked at his wife Mary next to him and spoke subconsciously.

"Turn on the lights?"

Mary felt that her husband was a little nervous, so she walked forward, grabbed his big hand and whispered softly.

"If something happens, I can accompany you to death. If nothing happens, it means that Father York is indeed the savior and the world is ready to change."

Mary's face became gentler and her tone was firm.

"We will have a baby then."

Joachim's tense body relaxed. This world is too cruel. In order not to let their children live in this world, they decided not to have children.

But the appearance of Father York brought them a glimmer of hope.

"That's right. If you die, you'll die. There's no point in living tremblingly."

Joachim laughed to himself, tightened his left hand held by his wife, and held Mary's hand instead.

"If nothing changes, we will still die eventually, and the end will eventually come. Instead of dying inexplicably and being controlled by the devil, it is better to be awake now and die selectively!"

Joachim and Mary looked at each other and smiled. They had been mentally prepared for a long time. In fact, they had already prepared to kill themselves, but the priest suddenly appeared and broke the process.

Immediately, Joachim stretched out his right hand and pressed the switch that had not been touched for many years.

With the snapping sound, the chandelier in the living room dimmed and brightened in an instant, illuminating everything and the faces of Mr. and Mrs. Joakim who were ready to face everything.

This light is like a solitary seedling in the darkness.

Appeared in York's eyes, he pointed at a small but extremely strong light spot on the horizon and smiled.

"Mirta, look, there is light."

"Huh?" Mirta quickly put away his mind and looked in the direction indicated by the priest again. Then his pupils trembled and he hesitated.

"Father, did someone turn on the light?"

"Yes!" Yorkist answered in the affirmative, and then gave Mirta some words of relief.

"Don't worry, I have driven away all the darkness lurking in the small town of Yamala."

Yorks thought of everything God had done after his arrival. He not only drove away the darkness, but also set up a sacred protective circle, which was responsible for radar positioning and resistance.

In this situation, if the devil can still invade under his nose, then he might as well die.

Now that he feels it, it is obvious that the change of things is not beyond his expectation.

The first step to complete the mission is to let the people dispel the fear of the devil in their hearts, know that the source of change comes from him, and know that only by believing in him can change be achieved.

Only in this way will faith become stronger and more pious...

It was just this little thought that made it inconvenient to tell Mirta.

Far away in a small town.

The lights in the villa were extremely dazzling, brighter than ever.

Neighbors shouted outside.

"Hey! Joachim!"

Joachim felt very comfortable. He opened the door and exposed half of his body to look at the neighbor's family in front of him.

"What's wrong, Kenneth!"

He naturally knew why the neighbor in front called him.

"You actually turned on the light!"

Kenneth stared at the brightly lit villa in front of him and said in disbelief.

"Are you crazy!?"

"I'm not crazy." Joachim shrugged, looked around and looked at a random place, and then smiled easily:

"Kenneth, look over there, I'm not the only one who can't stand it.

Many people want to give it a try. "

Kenneth looked at Joakim, took a deep breath, and looked in the direction he indicated.

Unconsciously, he suddenly saw a light as bright as day.

In the darkness, one house after another seemed to be alive, with lights that had not been lit for many years because of the presence of the devil.

These lights are connected together and shine into the sky, looking somewhat beautiful.

This is what it should be like after electric lighting. In a daze, Kenneth felt that the entire town of Yamala seemed to come alive.

For no reason, Kenneth only felt a throbbing deep in his soul that made him tremble all over.

"this……"

Kenneth opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Only the voice behind him sounded.

"Kenneth, I want to believe what Father Yorks said. I've had enough of the days of hiding in Tibet..."

There was a clicking sound as the words fell. Kenneth's wife and children watched Joachim close the door and disappear at the door, and couldn't help but say to Kenneth.

"Kenneth, what are we going to do?"

"Let's go! Let's go back and turn on the lights too!"

Kenneth gritted his teeth, made a decision, and returned home with his wife and children.

He also fought hard.

…

"Ha ha!"

The police station is already full of lights.

Director Lark, Ryan next to him, and the rest of his colleagues all held a bottle of wine in their hands.

They leaned against the police car and laughed as they pointed at the small town of Yamara, whose lights dispelled the darkness.

Director Lark smiled, his eyes already turning red.

"Damn it, I haven't seen this kind of scene in so many years, I thought I was about to forget it."

Only Ryan grinned: "Director, are you crying?"

"cry?"

Director Lark glared at the stupid boy Ryan and cursed, "I'm so damned crying."

However, as he cursed and cursed, he could no longer control his tears.

The illumination of one point of light is like causing a chain reaction, the second point of light illuminates subsequently, the third, and the fourth, eventually forming thousands of lights.

“It turns out that the small town of Yamala is quite beautiful.”

Yorks stared at the bright scene in the distance, put his hands behind his back and smiled.

However, no one responded to him. Looking over, Mirta and the camping believers looked at the small town of Yamala that lit up the sky over there, and they were already fascinated by the sight.

Yorks shook his head and quietly left for the church, leaving this scene to them.

But Yorkist didn't know that it was not just Mirta who was fascinated by this scene.

There are also cleaners coming from the city.

"This is……"

Marcos, who had gray hair on his temples, looked at the bright light illuminating the sky on the horizon and was startled.

The next second, he thought of something, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Marcos, that seems to be the direction of Yamala town." A middle-aged man sitting in the back seat said a little uncertainly.

"That's the town of Yamala! Something must have happened that we don't know about. Let's go! Speed ​​up." Marcos said excitedly.

"We need to see Mirta before dawn!"

Since the lights are still on, it means that it is clean and there are no evil spirits there.

Rule 1: Do not use electric lighting (the devil will lurk in its shadows), is no longer valid at this time.

It also shows that the priest is the saint they are discussing.

Only the incarnation of the Holy One can bring about these changes.

"clear."

The cleaner in charge of driving nodded, with a smile on his face, and drove towards the light.

One after another, in the darkness, more than 30 specially modified vehicles headed straight for the small town of Yamarak.

All the cleaners in Belst City were mobilized and came out...