American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"Father Yorks?"

Archibald looked behind him with a grateful expression.

[Two magic points have been used]

[Magic value: 132/134]

Yorks nodded, patted his shoulder, and stepped back.

"continue!"

Archibald took a deep breath and continued to press for the devil's true name.

However, although Mullen looked very uncomfortable and howled non-stop, he still did not tell his real name. Instead, he responded to Archibald's questioning with roars and vague words.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"I call it blasphemy!!!"

"My name is Nightmare!!!"

"I am your nemesis!!!!"

"..."

The whole room echoed with the roar of the demon.

Archibald began to feel pressure, and this pressure was reflected on his forehead covered with fine sweat, but he could only press the question in this way.

Then, Archibald looked at Yorks again.

"Father Yorks, do you want to continue?"

Yorks nodded.

"All right."

Archibald had no choice but to take out the cross and the Bible. He raised the cross with his right hand and picked up the Bible with his left hand. He faced Mullen and read the Bible.

"..."

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.

So take up the whole armor of God, which is given to us, so that we can withstand in the day of trouble, and having done all, to stand. "

"..."

Sure enough, Mullen became even more uncomfortable because of the content of the Bible. However, as he tossed and turned, his eyes became more and more blood-red while staring at Archibald.

"Bug, you can't do anything to me! On the contrary, I know everything about you!!"

"Jie Jie!"

"I will definitely kill you!"

"..."

York's eyes darkened and he looked at Archibald, whose forehead was covered with sweat.

"The power the demon can wield has grown stronger."

"..."

After reading Ephesians 6:12-13 in one breath, Archibald began to sweat more on his forehead. He watched Mullen grit his teeth and continue reading.

However, Mullen suddenly raised his upper body, glanced at Yorks with his bloodier eyes, and then stared at Archibald in front of him.

"Your name is Archibald Grant! I finally know your name! Jie Jie!"

Archibald was shocked and subconsciously stopped chanting.

Yorks, who was watching the whole process, sighed inwardly. "Oh, this will break your defense, silly boy."

Sure enough, Mullen blinked his blood-red eyes and stared at Archibald, continuing to tell more information about him.

"Have you forgotten? Archibald, have you forgotten the cat that died in your car?

Do you know whose heart is full of that cat?

"Oh my gosh, there are so many, so many people you've sorry for."

"..."

Mullen kept talking, becoming clearer and more detailed, including what happened to Archibald when he was a child.

The sweat on Archibald's forehead became thicker, and his face became more and more ugly.

Like a bystander, Yorks allowed Mullen to slowly break through Archibald's psychological defense, his eyes resting on him, and he silently measured his score in his mind.

If Archibald could resist the erosion of the devil and the pressure of language and continue to recite the Bible unswervingly, then Archibald would have passed the test in his heart.

A mature exorcist's psychological quality and structural defense are basically relatively strong. Otherwise, the impact of the bloody scenes, the heavy mental pressure, and the crushing confession will not be able to withstand it, let alone facing the devil directly. The mental erosion that comes with it.

But to be honest, he could also empathize with Archibald's feeling. If the devil targeted him because of him, it would be fine. If it also affected innocent family members, he would die without mercy.

"Oh my god!!! There is actually a girl who died because of you? Archibald? Is this girl's name Yvette?" Maren tilted his head and continued speaking, raising the corners of his mouth. Like a clown's smile, twisted and abnormal.

Upon hearing the name Yvette, Archibald, who could still control his sanity, suddenly raised his head and stared at Maren, gritting his teeth.

"you shut up!!!!"

Maren raised his head, his voice seemed to be filled with emotion.

"Oh my God, she died in front of you?"

Archibald stared at Mullen with a trace of pain in his eyes.

Mullen continued in that playful and sarcastic tone.

"I'm curious about how you felt when you held Yvette that day?"

At this time, Archibald directly broke through the defense, stared at Mullen and gritted his teeth.

"What do you know! You damn devil! No! All you devils in hell deserve to die!"

Maren's mouth corners suddenly closed, and his blood-red eyes stared at Archibald, who had a ferocious face.

"Archibald, I am immortal! I know that your nightmare will soon become your nightmare."

The neighing sound fell, and something seemed to appear in the whole room. Archibald stood there and looked at Mullen. His eyes were struggling, but the Bible and cross in his hands all fell off and fell to the ground, with a look of pain on his face.

"Jie Jie!!!"

Mullen tilted his head and stared at the indifferent Yorkist behind him, smiling arrogantly.

"..."

"Have you entered a hallucination..."

Yorks ignored Mullen's terrifying smile and his roar of victory, glanced at Archibald who was in hallucination, began to put down his backpack, and whispered to the trembling old man behind him.

"Mr. Mark, do you raise pigs on your farm? When I came here, I saw the pig farm you built."

"Yes... yes..." the old man's trembling voice sounded when he heard the question.

"Can you sell me one?" Yorkshire turned around, covered the old man's sight with his broad chest, and said with a smile.

"If possible, I hope you can bring one over."

The old man stared at Yorks with wide eyes and asked cautiously.

"Bring it here?"

Maren continued to roar on the bed to show his presence.

"I am your nightmare!!!"

"..."

The sound was too loud and had the effect of dark erosion. Yorks simply used magic power to offset the dark erosion in the old man's ears so that he would not be affected by it.

[A little magic has been used]

[Magic value: 132/134]

"Yes, Mr. Mark." Yorkshire nodded and smiled. "The Lord will be with you."

Suddenly the frightening roar could no longer be heard. The old man looked at Yorks seriously, bit his gums and hurried away without even looking at Mullen.

"My beloved father is afraid?" Malen smiled arrogantly.

"Yes, he is afraid!"

Yorks glanced at Mullen and responded casually. He came to Archibald, whose eyes were blank, raised his right hand and slapped him hard on the forehead.

There was a snap, accompanied by a mechanical sound (four points of magic power had been used). Archibald's body shook as if he was struggling. His eyes instantly became bright and then began to focus.

Under the bombardment of magic power, Archibald walked out of the illusion created by the devil, and in the blink of an eye he saw the priest who enveloped his entire body like a mountain.

Archibald's forehead was covered with sweat, showing an ugly and painful expression.

"Father York, I..."

"It's okay, just have more experience in the future." Yorkshire interrupted Archibald's words and patted him on the shoulder, without asking what the hallucination and Yvette was that broke his last defense.

"Leave it to me next. In fact, the devil is not as scary as you think. On the contrary, you have learned the key and it is weaker than you think."

Archibald looked at the rumored priest in front of him, subconsciously took a deep breath, and his expression gradually calmed down. Perhaps due to hallucination or anger, there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

"I understand, Father Yorks."

Yorks smiled, patted the silly boy on the shoulder again, casually pulled up a stool next to him, turned around and looked at Maren while controlling the distance and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Is it time for you to show up, damn bedbug!" Without holy water and recitation torture, Mullen lay comfortably on the bed and looked at Yorkshire Road.

"You smell worse than this rookie!!"

"Is this so..."

Yorks watched Mullen pinch his nose, as if he smelled something, silently pulled up the stool and moved it back a little, and then sat down again.

The whole action did little harm, but was so insulting that Maren's blood-red eyes froze for a moment.

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