American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Looking at the burned devil, Yorks casually threw away the knight sword in his hand.

The knight's sword rotated in the air, disintegrating into light spots and blending into the surroundings.

"Dominique?"

Yorks tilted his head and praised the devil's sincere behavior.

With this name, he might be able to find out a lot of information.

Of course, as the saying goes, gaze into the abyss, and the abyss gazes at you.

It is undeniable that this is also a conspiracy.

Because as long as he checks it, as long as he is more closely related to this name, Dominic will also be able to sense it.

"It seems this guy is not dead."

Yorks glanced around: "But one thing is for sure, there is no trace of Dominic in this world."

"This place has been cleaned up, and there are probably only some trash fish left.

Leave it to Marcos and the others to experience it.

I can never stay in this world forever..."

Yorks disappeared.

The city of Belst, thousands of miles away.

In the brand new indoor church, Yorks, who was sitting on a pew, opened his eyes and subconsciously looked up at the statue of Jesus in front of him.

"Did you do it? God, this is the second time I've felt fate."

The image of Jesus remains eternal. No one or any voice answered York's question. The indoor church was quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Until dark, Yorkes still had no answer.

"never mind."

Yorks stared at the statue of Jesus, smiled indifferently, got up and left the place.

"As long as it's good for me and not harmful, anything will do.

Good night, God. "

After the words fell, along with the distant sound of footsteps, calm returned again.

Only the statue remains in eternity.

…

The next day.

The outside world is once again in a carnival, a carnival of resolving the crisis and regaining the lost ground.

It didn't take long.

People gathered on both sides of the main street one after another to watch the team led by Marcos and other priests slowly leave the market.

And Yorkist, who issued a series of orders, appeared in a library specially organized by Marcos.

According to his instructions, Marcos has collected all the family's inventories and notes, including the family's history.

Everything about the ancient church was moved here.

There is a dazzling array of things to see, and the essence of a country’s history is all in this library.

Yorks was satisfied.

He has always believed that the greatest power is knowledge.

Without knowledge, he would not have gotten to where he is now.

“This is also due to my changes.

If the brain had not evolved and had photographic memory and other abilities, it would not have been possible to remember so much. The human brain is limited after all..."

Yorks chose a stool and sat down, put his feet on the table, and used his telekinesis to casually pick up an old notebook into his hand.

As he flipped through it, he muttered to himself.

"I very much doubt that the situation back then was deliberately done."

The entire Free Country is in a state of carnival, but York is beginning to understand the history of another world.

After a long time, I don't know how long it took, the sky began to get dark, and lights appeared outside.

York's hands that kept flipping through finally stopped at a very thin notebook.

This is the notebook of ancestor Marcos, a remnant of the ancient church and one of the founders of the new church.

There are only a few sentences above.

"My power is gone. Has God abandoned us? No..."

"Despair! Humans have crucified the Holy One. Is this God's punishment for us?"

"Bishop Setmu told me that he signed a soul contract with a devil.

He said that he would make the people of this world pay the price! Pay the price for what they did! He wants to avenge the saint! "

"The Bishop of Setmu has disappeared."

"I'm scared, I already feel the devil is coming."

…

"really."

Yorks rubbed his notebook and sighed.

Things were exactly as he thought.

But Yorks always felt a little uncomfortable, because he seemed to be the peach picker.

The conclusion that he combined with St. Andrew's lack of resistance and his willingness to die quickly came to a conclusion.

St. Andrew did this on purpose.

"He wants to start over and consume all those greedy and transformed humans in the fight against the devil, so that he can leave behind people with more pure thoughts..."

Yorks threw the notebook away and used telekinesis to make it reset itself.

"But does this count as purity..."

He didn't know, so he continued to wave and put another heavy book into his hand.

At this time, there is nothing more than absorbing the knowledge of another world.

Because it is undeniable that this time the rise of the church will become a real behemoth.

The disappearance of the devil is not actually the end, but the beginning.

This world has become a kind of coordinate.

Even if Dominic is really dead, there will still be countless miscellaneous fish coming, not to mention that this guy seems to be really not dead yet.

Just like the real world.

No matter what the exorcism is, there will still be paranormal events.

Soon after reading half of the library, Yorks found a lot more things.

Dominic.

Based on the various legends here and Dominic's two pairs of black wings, Yorks quickly compiled a very reliable piece of information based on the knowledge of the real world.

An angel.

The first angels created by God were the vanguard in the war against hell and demons, tasked with guarding heaven against the invasion of demons.

"Can you be an angel? No wonder you become a fallen angel. After all, angels are in direct contact with hell. They are generally good and evil halves..."

Yorks shook his head, looking indifferent, and continued to absorb the knowledge of this other world.

There is not much time left to stay here.

Time passes.

"Amen!"

Yorks sat on the bench and continued to complete his daily tasks.

At this time, he has accumulated eighteen attribute points.

At this time, Yorkes also felt the urge to found a church.

"here we go again."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and could only comply with the wishes of the local priest, descend the incarnation of God, and consecrate the newly built new church amidst the cheers of many believers.

By this time, Yorks had lost count of how many churches he now owned.

All I know is that the power he can control now is a bit scary.

With one blow, the devil, which had been entrenched in the depths of darkness and constantly harvesting souls, ran away on the spot, leaving only some trash fish for the clergy to use for training.

Obviously, after experience, Marcos and his group of clergy have become more comfortable with their own power.

At least what a clergy should look like has emerged.

At the same time, under his deliberate arrangement, some of the original leaders such as Marcos, Makarov, and Genias had been promoted to the rank of bishop.

Another month has passed.

The territories of the five countries are finally connected together, and life is getting better day by day.

…

"Your Majesty Bishop."

Marcos, who was wearing a bishop's robe, looked at the bishop who had been reading a book and said respectfully.

"I have already negotiated with the authorities and separated from them very thoroughly.

At the same time, they also agreed with the plan we proposed. "

Hearing this, Yorks stopped reading and glanced at the high-spirited Marcos.

"That's good."

Now, he has hidden behind the scenes and no longer interferes in anything except attaching the Holy Church.

The main reason is that there is no chance to take action.

Because all the devils in this world have run away. Except for Dominic, who had done something with him before, all the other devils disappeared completely after witnessing his power.

Running so fast, he couldn't find any chance.

As for the remaining miscellaneous fish, he was a bit too lazy to take action.

It would be nice if random missions could be triggered, but not even fallen angels could trigger random missions, let alone those miscellaneous fish.

The next second, Marcos' words surprised Yorks.

"My Lord Bishop, I have something to ask you."

"kindness?"

Marcos stared at the bishop in front of him who had been doing nothing for a long time and had just asked them to collect information. He pursed his lips and looked a little sad, and asked cautiously.

"Are you leaving?"

Yorks turned to look at Marcos, looking at his sudden sentimental look, and couldn't help but smile.

"How did you know I was leaving?"

"As expected, you still have to leave!" Marcos's voice became deeper and his face became darker. He was respectful but reluctant to leave.

"I can see it from what you've been asking us to do,

Your time in this world is running out. "

Yorks took a serious look at Marcos, and then continued to stare at the book in his hand.

"Don't worry, as long as you remain faithful to the Lord, I will always be there.

That means I will always be watching you.

Although the truth is as you said, I do have to leave. "

Marcos was overjoyed and had a corresponding expression on his face:

"real?"

"Um."

Yorks smiled and waved: "Go down, if there is nothing else, don't disturb me."

Marcos took a deep breath, seemed to be absorbing the answer, bowed his head deeply and said loudly and seriously.

"Yes! Lord Bishop."

After saying that, he stepped back with excitement.

"This guy..." Yorks stared at the book in his hand and shook his head.

Even without speaking aloud, through the three-dimensional image in his mind, he could actually see the group of priests gathered outside, including the bishop who also made great contributions in the counterattack and was promoted.

…

"How about it?"

As soon as Marcos came out, the group of clergymen immediately greeted him, looking nervous and apprehensive.

Looking at these colleagues, Marcos had a relaxed look on his face and a bright smile.

"The bishop said that he will always be there as long as we remain faithful to the Lord."

"Yes!" Someone excitedly clenched his fist and waved it hard in the air.

"Very good!"

The cleric, who had always remained serious and cold in front of others, could no longer keep his expression straight at this moment.

"..."

"Hush! Hush!"

Marcos quickly stopped.

"Keep your voice down! Don't affect the Bishop, let's go somewhere else."

"ok!"

The footsteps are getting farther and farther away.

"Sir Marcos, you said we secretly carved a statue of the Bishop. Would the Bishop blame us?"

"No, I think not."

"Huh? Should it?"

"What are you afraid of? If the bishop is blamed, I will bear the responsibility!"

"I'm coming too!"

"..."

"My statue?"

Suddenly hearing this conversation, Yorks was stunned and could only laugh. He could probably feel the emotions of these people towards him.

"Let them do it."

The voice disappeared, leaving only the sound of turning pages.

Late the next night.

Yorks consume hundreds of thousands of points of holy power accumulated in various churches and appear in any church as hundreds of thousands of divine incarnations.

"Use one hundred points to create an eternal incarnation of God for each church.

In this way, these divine incarnations will disappear only if the body dies. "

Yorkes stared at the data panel and directly used the system's conversion function.

At the beginning, he enchanted a pair of eyes with night vision at the cost of deducting a little magic power from the rich girl Jesse who took away his first life.

Now, at the cost of deducting 100 points of holy power, you can leave your own divine incarnation to each church.

Of course, the one hundred points deducted are naturally the church's savings points.

After all, he only has more than 200 points.

For a moment, when the whole world fell asleep.

A light appeared in every church.

As a price of permanently deducting the accumulated points of the church's current level, Yorkist left countless incarnations of gods waiting for the mechanism to be triggered and possessing the holy function.

This is the gift York left to the world. Even if he passes away, these divine incarnations can still carry his will and act on his behalf in this world...

Another month has passed.

"Amen."

In the city of Belst that has become the holy city of Belst.

An indoor church where he was the only one.

Yorks finished his prayer and felt relieved when he heard the beep that the task was completed.

"it is finally over."

What rings in my ears are reminders of daily fixed tasks, as well as notifications of completion of world tasks.

[…]

[Conditions met: trigger a random mission, the world is seeking salvation]

[Task requirement: Rescue, help people find their own faith, or become their faith (completed)]

[Task reward: +100 attribute points + closed space cracks and regression (already issued)]

[…]

"Become a millionaire in one fell swoop."

York's eyes stopped at the one hundred and fifty-three available attribute points, with a smile on his face.

This is his true power.

This is the power that can directly change him.

The rest are all foreign objects.

"There are also cracks appearing."

Yorks raised his head, and a red crack appeared out of thin air in the void between the statue of Jesus and him.

Without thinking much, Yorks added the eighty-four available points to his all-round physique, which was ready to break 200.

Then add the remaining sixty-nine available attribute points to the spirit.

With the development of time, the combination of spirit and holy power has become a method he often uses. It mainly has three abilities and is currently the most cost-effective way to add points.

[All-round physical fitness: 117 increased to 201]

[Spirit/Holy Power: 221 increased to 290]

"Nice feeling."

The instant change in his body after the ascension made Yorks smile. He looked back at the silent church and walked towards the crack in front of him.

"It's time to go back."

Just when he was about to step into the crack, Yorks suddenly stopped and smiled brightly.

He heard the whole world.

In his mind, countless people, old and young, were kneeling in front of every church and every new square specially created.

They stared at the statue in front of them and said piously.

"Farewell, Your Majesty the Bishop!"

"..."

The statue puts its hands behind its back and stares ahead.

He is tall, tall and well-proportioned. He wears a simple bishop's robe and has extremely neat and trimmed short hair.

The powerful facial features exude a resolute and masculine temperament, and the deep eyes shine with determination and courage.

This is not him, who else.

"goodbye."

Yorkshire stepped into the cracks and he has no regrets.

The cracks disappeared along with the people, and the indoor church returned to a deathly calm.