American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The whole world is in turmoil.

Everyone can feel some kind of change.

On the Internet or in society, the direction is the same.

That's hope.

But for York, he actually doesn’t have much experience.

Even if he moves, someone will follow him, even if there are people around him who are born to obey his orders.

But for York, it was just ordinary.

Because even in the real world, he is actually in such a situation. No matter what he does, there are always a few people following his orders, and there are always a few extremely devout believers.

So there is really no difficulty in replacing him.

Even more so, to him, the world is just a beach-type attraction, and the most obvious change outside is the waves.

And he was like a tourist, standing on the beach watching the waves come over.

To sum up, it was ordinary, nothing extraordinary could shake his heart.

The waves rolled back and forth, but they could not affect the plan.

He just took Marcos and other cleaners to the abandoned church closest to the small town of Yamara.

The larger town is called Bellobello.

The size between the towns of Yamara and Berobello can be described as towns and counties.

So there are more people and the church is a little bigger.

Looking at the people who were blocked within a certain range outside, Yorks looked at Marcos, who had been following him.

In a way, this guy unknowingly replaced Mirta and became his new assistant.

But what I have to say is that there is really no comparison between the two.

Marcos seems to come from a very famous family, he is completely powerful, and he is one of the proud sons of heaven, so the effect that Bimirta can exert is quite great.

The surging crowd outside is testimony.

Densely packed, but quite orderly.

Moreover, the officials have been reduced to assistance and the role of security guards.

Those in uniform who stood like railings against the crowd were proof enough.

"Marcos, you did all this." Yorks couldn't help but ask.

For the first time, he saw that the number of believers was rising rapidly within a second.

Marcos seemed to be able to see the bishop's surprise. He showed a smile that was not easy to see and nodded slightly.

"I informed the authorities and comrades here of your arrival."

Yorkes glanced at the dense crowd outside and praised them.

"Well done, Marcos."

The smile on Marcos' face could no longer be concealed.

"Thank you, Bishop, for the compliment."

This made the colleagues next to him look at each other silently and smile.

"This Marcos..."

Since joining the church, Marcos has undergone very visible changes.

But it's not just him, they are too. For the first time in their lives, they feel so comfortable and don't have to worry about anything.

They finally discovered something now, and they tacitly moved their eyes from Marcos to the bishop visiting the church.

The bishop's back seemed to obscure everything.

Staying next to the bishop who is as majestic and calm as a mountain in front of you, the sense of security is really beyond words...

If they were to put it in one sentence, if the sky falls, the bishop will hold it up.

"Let's go in and take a look."

After the words fell, Yorks walked towards the church in front of him.

"Yes, Bishop."

Marcos was always the first to catch up, while the others were half a beat behind.

The corners of York's mouth rose.

Needless to say, this guy is indeed very good. He can understand his thoughts and what he wants, and he can get it right in one step without letting him hint at all.

And because of Marcos's top status, Yorkes found that he didn't seem to have to do anything.

For example, dialogue with officials, such as more subtle actions, printing Bibles, crosses, etc.

With the addition of Marcos's group of cleaners, he can now say that he has the people he wants and the money he wants.

It was like he had taken away the prestige and power accumulated by the cleaners, so the progress was quite fast.

Now, everyone has a copy of the Bible he brought as the main body, and it is being distributed to believers for free.

At this time, the satchels of Marcos’s group of cleaners no longer contained those cumbersome, complicated and bulky equipment.

It's just a Bible, four bottles of holy water, and two crosses.

"It seems that all I need to do is keep building churches and empowering them."

Yorks stepped forward step by step, without showing any signs of expression on his face, thinking in his heart:

"This means that the mission preparations are about to end. It is best to complete the mission as expected."

Beside him, Marcos, a supportive group of cleaners and administrators of the authority followed, silently behind.

The manager of the authority was a guy who looked aloof to strangers, but at this time he was showing a very stiff smile and introduced.

"Bishop York, this church has been sorted out by us.

Everything is new, including floor-to-ceiling windows, sculptures, candles, floor tiles..."

Combined, what Yorkshire sees is a church that is so new that it shines.

"Thank you, I'm grateful."

Yorks smiled and did not hesitate to praise.

This made Alfie Patten, the authority manager of the town of Berobello, grin, and his stiff smile looked more natural.

Everyone was smiling.

As things ferment and be deliberate.

Nowadays, the atmosphere in the entire Free Country is to go all out, and this bishop who appears from nowhere and seems to be a legendary saint must be satisfied.

If you do something to the contrary and make the bishop angry, the people outside with their eyes shining with the light of hope will eat you up without the authorities and cleaners taking action...

"In that case."

Yorks put his hands behind his back, stared at the high platform erected deep in the center, the statue of Jesus at the end of the aisle, and smiled.

"This church is named Bellobello Church."

He was so lazy that he named the church after a local place.

But no one present objected, but bowed their heads slightly and said yes.

"Yes, Bishop."

Yorks was extremely satisfied. He liked this smooth situation so much.

He doesn't ask for anything. Now he just wants to create more churches and use the power of the world to sweep the restricted areas to complete the mission.

The holy power surged in the body, reaching the statue of Jesus instantly and instantly becoming a saint. It still cost ten points like the Pluto Church.

[Ten points of holy power have been used]

Alerts rang in my ears at the same time.

[Berobello Church]

[Second Class Church]

[Holy power accumulated: 0 points]

[Number of believers: 2096]

[…]

The believers here are divided directly into the newly created Church of Bellobello.

In everyone's five senses, the bishop was suddenly shrouded in a layer of white light, and the whole scene was like a layer of white feathers.

They felt something in their hearts and subconsciously looked at the statue of Jesus erected in the depths.

I found that the statue of Jesus seemed to be alive. It was no longer lifeless and just a statue of a dead thing.

At this moment, a voice fell, falling in their hearts like a roaring drum.

"Makarov Drea!"

Yorkist read the name of a janitor and recalled his information.

In an area where the rot had infected a large area, this person resisted the attack of the evil spirits at the cost of one arm, and forcibly pulled out the demon seeds from the body of the rot.

The achievement was to uproot four rot seeds and, with the help of government administrators, relocate four thousand people in the bodies of ordinary people.

This is a very impressive record.

There is no supernatural power.

It is not an ordinary difficulty to analyze the differences between evil spirits and ordinary people one by one while still being ordinary people, and to successfully relocate four thousand people to avoid being infected.

To succeed, perseverance and no regrets until death are definitely essential.

You must also have excellent management talents.

As the saying goes, a general can only control a battalion, but a commander can control an army.

Makarov Drea was qualified to become a priest and take over the church of Berobelo.

From the detailed records and information, York could see that this person was qualified to become a bishop.

Without him, this is a very good person, even better than him, and more suitable to become a clergyman of the church.

When everyone's hearts were shaken by these words, a man walked out and knelt down on one knee under York's gaze.

"exist!"

Makarov Drea has a calm face and a resolute and tenacious light in his eyes. He is wearing a simple and dark divine robe, with a shoulder bag on his left shoulder, a curved iron hand on his left hand, and his right hand on his chest.

Except for the somewhat confused government managers, Marcos and other cleaners looked at Makarov Drea with happy expressions on their faces.

They know what the current situation is.

According to the Bishop of York, Makarov Drea should be the second clergyman who can possess the true power of the church.

Although they are still just ordinary people and have not become clergy, they don't feel jealous at all in their hearts, they are only happy for Makarov Drea.

"Makarov Drea, you are brave and fearless. You are not afraid of hardships and dangers. You charge forward and let the devil witness your iron bones..."

Speaking calmly, Yorks stretched out his right hand to touch the forehead of Makarov Drea, who was kneeling on one knee, and said gently.

"Qualified to be a priest."

At this time, except for the cleaners, the government managers and others present fully understood what the scene was.

After slowly calming down his expression, he began to stare at the scene in front of him with reverence.

They were actually able to witness this scene which could be engraved in a chapter and picture in the long history.

"Are you ready?" Yorks said warmly, staring at Makarov Drea, who seemed a little excited and his eyes were red.

"Makarov Drea, you will take over this area, be responsible for preaching work, responsible for the tranquility of this place, responsible for dispelling confusion among believers,

Respond to their needs and confusions, be their confidant and comforter, support them in their pain and troubled times…”

Makarov Drea answered with a bowed head.

"Yes, Bishop, I am ready."

His voice was trembling.

"very good."

Yorks smiled, and the holy power in his body surged again.

Consecrating a deacon nun costs twenty points, while consecrating a priest costs fifty points.

It just so happened that when the statue of Jesus was consecrated, Bellobello Church had already begun to gradually transform the collected power of faith.

[Holy power accumulated: 73 points]

He did not need to consume his own power at all, and directly used the holy power accumulated in the Bellobello Church to consecrate Makarov Drea.

What can be seen is that the holy power points accumulated by the church dropped by fifty points instantly.

Makarov Drea felt that there was something or an unknown power inside his body, which made him feel warm all over...

In everyone's eyes, he emits a pure white light that can warm people's hearts.

This holy light directly filled their field of vision.

It was so bright that Makarov Drea's figure disappeared inside.

But after a few seconds, it returned to its original state, as if the scene just now had never happened.

"it's over."

Bishop York's voice sounded at this time. They found that the bishop's right hand had been retracted, and they asked.

"Makarov Drea, how are you feeling?"

Everyone once again looked at Makarov Drea who was kneeling on one knee.

Makarov Drea actually didn’t know what words to use to describe it. He said directly:

"Bishop, I seem to have more strength and a warm energy in my body..."

"Well, that's the true power of the clergy." Yorks smiled and stared at Makarov Drea, with praise and satisfaction deep in his eyes.

Sure enough, he has the potential and qualifications to be a bishop.

The points of the possessed saint are fixed, but how much power the possessed person can have is determined by him.

After all, everyone is different, and the differences among human beings will inevitably lead to geniuses and mediocre people.

Like the Makarov Drea in front of me, he has fifty points of holy power attached to the Holy Flower Church.

But the harvest and reward is eighty points of holy power.

Why can he use the holy power accumulated in the church? It's because he uses his own power to enchant the church.

In the same way, he can also call upon the holy power in the body of the holy priest he is attached to.

Feeling the eighty points of holy power emerging from Makarov Drea's body, Yorks still put his hands behind his back.

"Get up."

At this moment, Makarov Drea felt that he was being lifted up by an irresistible force.

He subconsciously wanted to resist, but suddenly remembered what Marcos said.

"Yes, Bishop."

Makarov Drea bowed his head and said respectfully, with only obedience and admiration left in his heart.

York's expression remained unchanged, he reached out and patted Makarov Drea on the shoulder, and continued to walk forward.

"Get familiar with your own power first, and then learn the relevant skills when the time comes."

"Yes! Bishop." Makarov Drea replied.

Listening to the answer behind him, Yorks had already taken a step forward, looking at the virtual window that others could not see, and thought of something.

"Berobello Church will be opened tomorrow, Makarov Drea, you will be in charge of the relevant sacramental ceremonies."

In Pluto Church, the sacraments were held every day, and he felt tired.

Makarov Drea's heart tightened and he was a little nervous. He looked at the bishop's back and wanted to give a reason. He wanted to refuse, but finally opened his mouth and answered.

"Yes! Bishop, I will be ready."

"..."

Then, a group of colleagues came over excitedly and gave encouraging looks.

"Well done! Makarov!"

"come on!"

"..."

Each colleague spoke in a low voice, then patted his left shoulder, conveying their support and encouragement, and then continued to follow the bishop.

Makarov Drea looked at the leader from behind, the mountain-like back, and the backs beneath the back, and felt a wry smile in his heart.

Who knew that he was getting nervous now.

"It seems more nervous than when we were exorcising the rot..."

Makarov Drea took a deep breath and followed.

"Fight!"

Makarov Drea, who became the second clergyman of the church, thought so in his heart.