American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"I am the light of the world; whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."

“I am the resurrection and the life, and whoever believes in me will live, even if he dies.

Whoever lives and believes in me will never die. "

"..."

From the Bellobello Church came long prayers one after another.

Yorks held the document that Marcos had just sent over and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Although it's my first time, it's still pretty good."

Makarov Drea is no longer a cleaner at this moment, but Father Makarov respected by these believers.

"Come on, keep up the good work."

Before Yorks opened the document, he glanced at the virtual window in front of him.

Today he owns two churches.

Pluto Church is moving towards a fourth level church at a very fast speed.

The number of believers is growing day by day, but due to regional restrictions, the growth rate of Pluto Church will eventually slow down and eventually remain flat.

And this newly built Bellobello church is still within one second, and the numbers keep jumping.

Now it is at the same level as Pluto Church. It is also a third-level church with more than 3,000 believers and can accumulate 300 points of holy power.

"According to this growth rate, it only takes two days to upgrade to a fourth-level church and accumulate 400 holy powers."

Yorks looked away from the virtual window, feeling happy in his heart.

He liked this feeling of constant expansion so much.

Not to mention the subsequent creation of multiple churches.

Plus the authority given to priests to the priesthood.

Yorkist doesn't even know what kind of strength he will be able to master in the end. It should be enough to destroy the country with one blow.

"If you add magic power that can double the increase."

Yorks stared at the document in his hand, which contained the attitude of the administrators.

Like the town of Berobello, authorities and managers everywhere have a welcoming attitude.

"Since the next place is yours."

Yorks still maintains its close-quarter spread approach, choosing the county closest to the small town of Berobello.

Strive to cover the entire free country like a fishing net and maintain peace everywhere.

At this moment, Yorks looked up at the door.

Now that there is a priest, he has been behind the scenes, letting the priest step in and block the front.

In the three-dimensional view that looks like a scan, Marcos is walking in in a hurry.

"problem occurs?"

Looking at Marcos' anxious face, Yorks put down the document in his hand with a calm expression.

Whether something went wrong or not, he had already made all the mental preparations.

There will definitely be no peace along the way.

After all, in the final analysis, the world is still in a doomsday state.

He does not think that as soon as he appears, the entire Free Country will enter a period of peace and no rot will appear.

At the same time, something is bound to happen.

Seeing Marcos emerge from the door, Yorks put his right hand on the documents on the table and spoke calmly.

"What happened? Weren't you patrolling the town of Bellobello?"

Hearing this quiet voice, Marcos finally calmed down. After bowing his head slightly and saluting, he said something that made Yorkes narrow his eyes.

"Bishop, the border has fallen, and there have been serial murders in the small town of Stadt near Berobero. It is suspected that the evil spirits infected by the rot are responsible."

Speaking of this, Marcos breathed heavily as he thought of the photo information that had just been sent to him.

"No, there should be rot in the town of Stadt."

After speaking, Marcos looked at the calm bishop in front of him, looking for help.

"If I didn't show up, what would you have done in the past?"

Yorks tapped his right index finger on the document and looked at Marcos.

"The border has fallen, moved hundreds of miles, and divided with everyone on the border." Marcos gritted his teeth and said.

“Government managers in various places need to isolate the town of Stadt, send all cleaners to the town of Stadt to carry out separation work, and follow the clues to find the rot!”

"Carry out partition?"

Yorks stared at Marcos: "Does that mean you gave up on the people on the border?"

Marcos suddenly knelt down on one knee and said solemnly: "Bishop, we only have this choice."

He said: "Look up, if you were here now, we would have many options."

York's eyebrows raised slightly: "Tell me, I want to know your plan."

"The border is far away. If they advance, we will retreat to buy time."

Marcos took a deep breath and said word by word: "I heard that you have eyes that can detect everything. You can instantly see where the rot is, and you can also restore evil spirits to normal."

"If possible, we can keep retreating from a distance and keep a safe distance from the attacking evil spirits until you take action."

After listening to Marcos' words in an instant, praise flashed deep in Yorks' eyes.

"This guy is really not just a cover-up. He seems to have figured out my needs."

Looking at Marcos, who was kneeling on one knee, unable to see his expression because he lowered his head, Yorks laughed.

Yes, talent is the most important. After all, the territory will never disappear, it will only be there waiting for the master.

And once a person disappears, it will take more than ten years for a mature person with his own thoughts to appear.

According to Marcos' previous approach, this division must kill all those on the border.

The so-called sacrificing one person to save everyone is to kill the wrong person rather than let it go, slow down the time for the devil to develop strength, and strive for a period of peace.

"It's really hopeless."

Yorks stared at Marcos and sighed in his heart. If you keep retreating, you will always hit a cliff. The world is so big, how can there be so much place to retreat.

Fortunately, he is here...

The plan mentioned by Marcos could not only avoid conflicts, preserve the infected evil spirits and people who died in the conflicts, but also delay for a period of time, allowing him to reach the front line.

He undoubtedly approves of this plan.

Yorks thought about it seriously and said calmly: "The plan you mentioned will be used for border matters. As for the matter in Stadt Town, let Father Makarov go and practice his skills.

It's impossible for me to take care of everything on my own. "

Marcos looked up sharply.

York has already picked up the document: "Don't worry, as long as you have me in your heart, I will always be there."

As he said that, Yorks stared at the document and smiled under Marcos' gaze.

"I will watch all of you throughout the process, and you can also see in advance what a cleric can do..."

Hearing this, Marcos could only hold back his words and respectfully replied: "Yes! Bishop."

Yorks waved his hand.

Marcos stood up and retreated.

Not long after, Marcos and Makarov, who had become a priest and had been taught by him personally, left the Bellobello Church and went straight to the nearby town of Stadt at a very fast speed.

It is said that time equals saving lives. If you go in time, you can save many people.

"The rot seeds are pretty rubbish, but they can be infected, so they are just potential evil spirits that are a bit difficult to deal with..."

Yorkes, who had been watching the whole process, put down the documents in his hands, leaned back on the chair, put his hands behind his head, and stepped on the boss's desk in front of him.

His gaze was like a torch, staring at everything.

Indeed, he could sense Makarov's perspective and everything around Makarov.

He could also see the janitors and Marcos who had been silent in the car.

…

“Is it any different when you become a priest?”

In the car, Marcos looked at Makarov, who was sitting next to him and was wearing a priest's robe, and asked.

These words rang in the car, and everyone's eyes stayed on Makarov.

Including the driver and co-pilot, who stared at the rearview mirror with their peripheral vision.

In their eyes, Makarov today is a little different from before.

Not to mention that he is calmer than before, his appearance is the most obvious change.

His dull and dull face, which seemed to have been tired all the time, was now radiant, and even looked much younger to the naked eye. Even the visible graying had faded. You must know that Makarov had less than half of his hair due to fatigue in the past. White.

Makarov could feel the eyes of his colleagues. He let out a breath and patted the satchel on his lap.

“If anything, it’s that I have the power of the device.”

Saying that, Makarov continued:

“I also learned related skills.”

"It can restore the evil spirits to normal, and it can also remove the rot."

"I can attack and I can defend."

"I am more powerful than before. Even if four or five people attack together, they should not be able to defeat me."

The people in the car listened silently and understood these words one by one.

Makarov looked at the silent Marcos and said, "You should know that this is a power that can rival the devil."

"yes."

Marcos softened, and memories flashed in his eyes.

"We have all seen the power of the devil, and we have also seen it kill hundreds of people in an instant with just a wave of its hand. We were all stunned at first.

That's not technology, it's a power we can't understand. "

Makarov pursed his lips and subconsciously rubbed the steel hand with his right hand, where he broke a left arm.

That kind of inexplicable power can't be understood or seen, but it can be felt that it is irresistible and unbearable.

"I asked the bishop, and the bishop said that this is an extraordinary force, a force that exceeds normal human abilities and cannot be resisted by ordinary people."

Marcos squeezed his hand, closed his eyes and then opened his determined eyes.

"And now we finally have the power to resist the power of the devil."

Everyone in the car, including Makarov, nodded silently.

In line with Marcos's words, they had a common voice.

"The devil must be killed..." Marcos said.

at the same time.

Yorkist chuckled like he was watching a movie.

"hehe."

…………………………………………

The town of Stadt.

A group of soldiers with cold faces appeared on the only roads in all directions.

They are fully armed and have ferocious firearms in their hands.

In addition to these, according to the order, this group of soldiers also set up technological weapons such as machine guns and so on along the only way, and set up layers of checkpoints to imprison the entire town of Stadt.

At the same time, several cleaners were placed under command and responsible for guarding against all situations.

Marcos and others, who were able to direct all this, arrived at the middle avenue of the town of Stadt.

At this time, the place is on full alert.

This is what Marcos did.

Of course, this was done deliberately, and the main reason was that there was a bishop in the nearby town of Berobello.

Even though the bishop has invincible power, Marcos and others don't want this to affect the bishop.

Although they are ordinary people, they also have the heart to protect the bishop.

Because the bishop is the savior of the world.

Facing the salutes of the people guarding the checkpoint, Marcos looked at Makarov who looked calm.

"The bishop said that you will take the lead in this operation. What are you going to do?"

Makarov let out a breath. He once asked the bishop about the priest's way of doing things regarding the rot seed incident.

Makarov pulled his backpack, took out the holy water and walked forward.

"The bishop said that the most labor-saving way is to first identify the evil spirits and get rid of them. I need your help."

Marcos nodded, waved his hand and led everyone to follow Makarov's footsteps.

Once inside the town of Stadt.

Makarov's approach is very simple and crude.

He took everyone in, and the first thing he wanted to check was the administrators of the authority, the police station and the barracks that maintained law and order.

Although the reporter was from the local police station, Makarov was unwilling to let it go and directly led his people to take full control of the police station.

Then he took out the holy water and dropped it one by one on the heads of the police officers.

According to what the bishop said, he knew that in order to control the situation, he had to first check the authorities and then slowly control the situation.

And controlling the situation requires more manpower.

As the bishop said, there are means of control, but in fact there is strength in numbers.

…………

The police station was under control.

"no."

Not seeing anything unusual, Makarov shook his head and asked the person in front of him to leave. Then he looked at the person who came forward and dropped the holy water bottle in his hand onto the person's head.

"no."

Makarov continued to shake his head, and while dripping, he spoke to Marcos and other colleagues next to him.

"The bishop said that holy water has sacred properties, is incompatible with darkness, and has the effect of exorcizing and warding off evil spirits. If it is really an evil spirit, there will be corresponding effects..."

Marcos and his colleague next to him looked at each other and wrote down these words.

At this time, one person after another came up for examination, and without exception they were all normal people.

Until the last man in police uniform came forward under control and accepted Makarov's identification, his face seemed a little uneasy.

Makarov discovered this immediately and instantly. He frowned. The person did not come forward. He concealed his thoughts and directly threw out the holy water based on his own experience.

At this moment, the man in police uniform was in a daze, as if he did not expect that Makarov would suddenly do this.

He looked ferocious and made a direct gesture of drawing a gun.

This scene was reflected in everyone's eyes. They knew it was an evil spirit. They were shocked and took action, but everyone was a step slower.

Only Makarov remained coldly calm, because at this time the holy water had been thrown at the police officer who was about to draw his gun.

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

A large cloud of smoke came out of the policeman's body. He was in pain as if he was caught in a burning flame, and howled in pain.

His movements began to be hesitant.

Then he was severely suppressed by the soldiers who acted quickly next to him.

"Whether it is an evil spirit or a rotten seed, as long as the devil's seeds are not irrigated with blood and turned into flowers, as long as the devil's body does not appear in the world, the rest are actually ordinary people to us clergy..."

With the bishop's words echoing in his mind, Makarov was filled with excitement as he looked at the chaotic scene in front of him. He took a deep breath, mobilized the unfamiliar energy in his body, tried to purify the evil spirits in front of him, and began to recite.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, we come before you and ask you to grant us your grace and purify our hearts..."

In the eyes of Marcos and others and everyone present, Makarov suddenly became sacred.