American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

If it weren't for the arrival of the true body, the demon that could materialize would at least have the strength comparable to most of the true body.

He didn't think the little nun and Healy could handle such a demon incarnate.

According to his previous estimate that the four-winged angels had one hundred thousand points, most of the demons in hell should also have four to five thousand points.

This is not the level that Little Sister and Healy can reach.

Yorkist watched Brother Jesus leave in a hurry, his eyes cold.

He had only one sentence: if his people died in the hands of this demon, he would go to hell again and kill this demon himself.

If he can't beat him, he will remember it, look for any opportunity to improve his strength, and wait until his strength passes.

The devil is standing still, and his strength is improved in units of decades and centuries. During this period, he does not believe that he will stand still.

"before this……"

Yorks stared at the virtual window in front of him.

He wants to confirm his strength in all aspects.

[York's John]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: priest, bishop, pharmacy professor, doctor, knight...]

[All-round physical fitness: 201]

[Life: 202/202]

[Spirit/Holy Power: 290/290 (note that one point is restored every minute)]

[Magic power: 201/201 (note that one point is restored every minute)]

[…]

"The points on the surface should be 201 magic power * 290 spirit/holy power, which is equal to 58290 points."

Yorks waved away this personal panel.

In addition to holy power, these 58290 points also have spirit, and they also have the effect of magic spell casting. He can consume them at will, save them at will, and even have the effect of restoring one point every minute.

So there is no doubt that his strength is equal to 60,000 points.

But his apparent strength is more than just that.

In some ways, rich combat experience and boxing skills can also complement each other.

Coupled with the essential changes in attributes, his actual strength should be beyond the apparent points.

With an all-round physique of over 200, the power of his punch should be described as tons, plus speed, defense, etc.

When his health points exceed 200, the physical evolution that comes with it, and the resulting regenerative ability and tireless effects are enough to support him in long-term battles.

His spiritual/holy power exceeded 200, bringing him the ability to perceive everything, a three-dimensional image that can be scanned in all directions, the power of ten thousand gold oil, and so on.

Even after the magic power exceeds 200, it also brings a doubled increase, magic element particles, etc.

Yorks believes that this is a relatively balanced template, with all the means required, both near and far. The most extreme thing is that he can also fly.

After thinking about it, Yorks was very curious about the attributes after breaking 300, and what new abilities it would bring to him.

Despite this, his pace of understanding has not stopped because he still has a trump card.

There was a large virtual window and map in front of him.

This is something from another world. This virtual window makes Yorks feel that he has truly become the king of that world.

Because even if he has left the other world, he can still control everything in the other world.

It's a very strange feeling.

Let him have the feeling of facing the sealed doll house still hidden in the basement.

That kind of casual operation can change all the feelings.

After thinking carefully, he could inexplicably hear the voices of the believers over there, and give relevant responses through the divine incarnations left behind.

"I never thought I could do it to this extent."

Yorks stared at the dim and irrelevant virtual window and map in front of him and muttered to himself.

"What is this? Leaving, but not really leaving?

Instead, I became the God of that world? Become the master of that world? "

Thinking of something, Yorks tapped his knee subconsciously, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

"Is it possible..."

He wondered if the next world would also be his second world.

"Can't think deeply."

Yorks couldn't help but glance at the statue of Jesus in front of him, and waved away the virtual window in front of him.

Then call up relevant information about that world.

One window after another is superimposed on top of each other, forming a thick window. Only along the line can prove that this window is made up of countless windows.

This is the sum total of all the churches in the different world.

"Belster Cathedral is already at the fifteenth level."

Staring at all the data of the church in front of him, Yorks felt a little emotional.

When he left, Belst Cathedral had only eleven levels, had more than 11,000 believers, and could accumulate more than 1,100 points of holy power.

Now at level 15, he has more than 15,000 believers, can accumulate 1,500 holy points, and can configure the configuration of two bishops.

Of course, there can't be only one cathedral like this in the entire other world.

"There are already fourteen cathedrals like this..."

Yorks stared at this very detailed data and couldn't help but said.

"This is developing really fast."

"But if I can't call it, it doesn't really have much to do with me."

Yorks continued to research, and he discovered a gratifying thing.

Since he can control everything in the other world through the incarnation of the gods he left behind and the enchanted saint, he can also mobilize these powers after leaving.

the way is……

Yorks sensed it with a feeling that seemed to be innate.

He found that if he wanted to mobilize these powers, he could only do so through the incarnation of God.

Just like now.

Yorks stared at the Pluto Church panel in front of him, his mind wandering.

Different world.

Ten p.m.

It has been promoted to a fourth-level church and is known as the Pluto Church.

Due to its particularity and symbolic significance, it has been sealed and is only available for clergy to visit and admire.

So the church of Pluto was empty except for the revered Sister Mirta, who was replacing the candles that had been lit.

She looked pious, as if she was doing something very meaningful.

But after an unknown amount of time, Sister Mirta was walking on the main road holding a plate full of candles, staring at the statue above, looking at the familiar figure and face, and couldn't help but sigh, with a sad expression.

"Lord, where are you? I miss you so much..."

According to the news sent by Pope Marcos, the Bishop was indeed missing, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never appeared before.

But she knew that the Lord was always there and watching them, but they couldn't find him.

at this time.

Not sure if his voice was heard by the Lord, Mirta found that the statue in front of him suddenly lit up.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide, and the plate in her hand couldn't help but fall. When she was about to hit the ground, she was controlled by some force and stayed in place.

"Mirta."

With this gentle voice, the plate was restored and returned to the dull Mirta's hands.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Hearing this, Mirta looked at the people coming out of the statue, not knowing why the tip of his nose felt sore.

It is the people in front of them who bring them hope and life.

"Lord, long time no see, Lord Bishop." Mirta held the plate and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"You are indeed always here."

Subconsciously avoiding Mirta's fanatical eyes, Yorks turned his head and looked behind him. His eyes were actually also a little dull.

Because that's his statue.

It was the statue of himself he had seen before leaving, with his hands behind his back and a determined expression.

His statue replaced...

"this……"

Yorks couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist.

He suddenly understood and understood why God wanted to abandon this world.

People in this world are actually...

"So the Lord she was talking about was me?" Yorks barely suppressed the expression on his face and continued to turn around and look at Mirta.

In front of him, Mirta looked like a fanatical believer.

Yorks wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. He could only stare at her and then wave.

"Get up."

…

at the same time.

real world.

"This is really..."

Sitting in the main church of Myeongdong, York stared at the statue of Jesus in front of him, looking a little embarrassed.

You must know that he is in front of God every day, shedding wool and earning those 0.5 points.

"I didn't do this, it was them..."

Yorks felt a little guilty and said: "You have a lot of money, you won't blame me, right?"

As he said this, Yorkist became timid and whispered: "Anyway, you abandoned that world."

As soon as he said this, staring at the statue of Jesus that showed no reaction, Yorks blinked, began to relax, and continued to deal with the matter just now.

He stared at the virtual window in front of him, secretly thinking that it was true.

As mentioned before, he can also summon the power of another world through the incarnation of God.

At this time, his personal panel did have 400 points more holy power, which was the 400 points of holy power that the fourth-level church Pluto Church could accumulate.

[Spirit/Holy Power: 290+400/290+400]

At the same time, Yorks could feel that the doubling of magic power also had an effect on the four hundred points.

Of course, it is not without cost, but it is nothing compared to the benefits.

This means that he can still be as invincible as in another world.

It's just that these 400 points are gone once they are consumed, unlike the ones you own that can restore one point every minute.

"So the price you need to pay for using these four hundred points of holy power..." Yorks continued to study.

Within a moment, he understood all of this instantly.

This price is nothing to him.

It just needs to consume the divine incarnation left there. Once consumed, the holy power re-accumulated by the church cannot be used anymore.

If you want to continue using it, you have to deduct ten attribute points and leave your own divine incarnation again.

“Everything has a price.”

For this small price, Yorks can still accept it in his heart.

Because as long as ten points are deducted, he can exchange for hundreds or thousands of points of holy power.

As for these ten points, he only needs to complete daily fixed tasks for twenty days to earn them back.

“So it’s still a good deal.”

Yorks stared at the four hundred points still on the panel.

This is just a consumption of a divine incarnation.

The consumption of 400 unrecoverable points + its own 290 points equals 690 points.

With 690 points plus 201 points of magic doubling, his apparent strength instantly increased from 58,000 points to almost 140,000 points.

Equivalent to one hundred thousand points of a four-winged angel.

In other words, he is now actually equivalent to a real four-winged angel.

"I don't know what level Seraphim are."

After having some idea of ​​his own strength, Yorks waved his hand and dismissed all the virtual windows in front of him, looked at the statue of Jesus, and continued thinking in his mind.

"There is a king of hell in hell. The king with the title of Satan seems to be a seraph..."

Staring, Yorks closed his eyes and began to pray.

"Is that so, God."

The murmur fell and everything returned to calm.

Not long after, Yorks listened to the prompt sound in his ears, and a smile appeared on his face.

No matter what, no matter how disrespectful he was, God seemed to have not given up on him.

"Oh, I don't understand."

Staring at the eternal image of Jesus, Yorks had no clue. Even if he searched through everything in his mind now, he still didn't understand why God loved him so much.

He could only regard all of this as a plug-in for time travellers.

At this time, the figure of Brother Jesus also appeared in the 100-meter three-dimensional diagram in his mind.

"It seems there is news."

Yorks conveniently added this 0.5 to the spirit/sacred power.

[Spirit/Holy Power: 290.5+(consumables) 400/290.5+(consumables) 400]

What is certain is that after the spiritual/holy power exceeds 300, it is like a radar scan, and the 100-meter three-dimensional map with visual function can increase by at least another 50 meters.

Seeing Brother Jesus walking over in a hurry, Yorkist patted his knees and stood up with his hands on his hands.

"When I come back, I will still be working hard."

With that said, Yorkist turned and walked towards the main door. There was a click, and Brother Jesus had just opened the door and appeared.

"Bishop of Yorks!"

When he saw Yorkes coming towards him, he was stunned for a moment, but he immediately spoke.

"I……"

But before he could say anything, when he had found the address, the bishop in front of him seemed to be walking slowly, but suddenly appeared next to him.

"Well, let's go now. I want to see who dares to bully my family."

Yorkist patted Brother Jesus on the shoulder and walked out from beside him.

Hearing this, the expression on Brother Jesus' face became more respectful. He lowered his head and said yes, and then slowly followed.

I have to say that as long as Bishop York is in front of me, I feel a sense of security that cannot be described in words.

…

Also in Seoul.

But in the countryside between Incheon and Seoul, a dark car appeared.

Several people walked off one after another.

A young, delicate and very cold woman, wearing a dark monastic uniform, looked at the area where the buildings were clustered, and said.

"Is that where Father Kim Sun-woo is?"

As the bishop left this world, Irene became colder and colder, with an extremely capable temperament, and a very obvious golden pupil circle appeared deep in her eyes.

She could see clearly everything hundreds of meters away.

If Yorkist saw the current Irene, he would feel strange. The weak little nun in his first impression would never come back.

"Yes, Sister Irene."

A monk wearing a knight's sword spoke next to him.

"The address given by Father Jin Shanyu is here."

"Um."

Erin nodded and looked at Healy, who was also wearing a monk's uniform.

Healy looked at Irene, nodded silently, and then walked to the trunk of the car with Zhang Zhouyuan, who had come to work part-time and had the superpower of rapid self-healing in order to earn his daughter's college tuition and new sneakers.

"Brother Healy, is there really a demon here?"

Zhang Zhouyuan picked up a huge backpack, his eyes widened slightly, and he still looked at Healy in disbelief.

Healy nodded: "Well, it might be a little dangerous. You and I will arrange these things later, and then leave quickly."

After saying that, Healy said seriously: "You are not suitable to participate in this matter."

"Yes, Brother Healy."

Zhang Zhouyuan blinked his innocent eyes, and then helped to carry a large and heavy black backpack.

The last few people, all carrying large bags and small bags, walked slowly towards the area where the building was gathered.