American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

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"Father Ethan, we detected fog spreading inside."

Things inside have ended, but outside there is a very serious atmosphere.

Sensitive people may smell a sign of war.

On the main road at the front, a group of people were gathering.

Soldiers and clergymen were mixed together, numbering at least several hundred, and there were several heavy weapons scattered on the road.

Tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, artillery vehicles equipped with large-caliber howitzers and large-caliber machine guns, etc.

In front of these heavy weapons is a group of commanders. In the center of this group stands a middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe. Next to him are soldiers of the same age and some clergy.

But the few people who were obviously the leaders were staring at the front of the main road, their brows furrowed.

"Mist?" Father Ethan looked at the monk in front of him and frowned.

As an assistant to Bishop Josefini, and possibly even one of the presumptive candidates for the bishop, he naturally occupies a central position here.

It can be said that except for the Bishop of York, he is now responsible for all external affairs.

"Yes." Brother Corentin said calmly.

"This is the report brought by the colleagues in front. It is spreading very quickly. I am afraid it will arrive here in ten minutes."

Father Ethan frowned and looked forward.

At the end of the field of vision, there was indeed some faint mist floating in the dense forests on both sides.

He recalled the previous order of Lord Bishop York.

"Colonel Malik, Father Camez, have all the residents inside been dispersed?" Father Ethan looked at another cleric and a soldier and asked.

Compared to Colonel Malik, who nodded in silence and exuded a capable temperament, Father Camez replied.

"When the residents of Lost Town arrive, there should be few people inside."

Father Ethan nodded. From what the residents of Lost Town said, it was Bishop York who asked them to evacuate.

The important thing is that according to these residents, Bishop York chose to go to Silent Hill alone.

Thinking of this, Father Ethan took a deep breath and looked in front of him.

"Brother Corentin, let them come back and evacuate quickly outside the enchantment circle.

Nothing should be left out elsewhere. "

Brother Corentin nodded in agreement and quickly left the place.

For a moment, there was only silence in the audience.

The only sound of heavy breathing was a sign of how tense the atmosphere here was.

"The fog is beginning to spread." Father Ethan's attention has always been at the end of his field of vision.

Not long after Brother Corentin left, the white mist that was originally as thin as a veil and half-ethereal seemed to begin to thicken.

The white mist, which gradually turned from light to thick, spread very quickly and soon enveloped the mountains and forests over there, making the trees and mountains at the end of the field of vision blurry, as if covered by a mysterious veil.

As time went by, the thick fog became thicker and denser, and began to move in this direction little by little. The thick fog hundreds of meters high blocked everything, crushing everything passing by like a huge wheel.

The scene is very spectacular.

"retreat."

Seeing this scene, Father Ethan immediately led everyone back behind the heavy weapons, staring at the thick fog that was spreading rapidly in front, his face a little gloomy.

These thick fogs may seem like nothing, just normal white fog, but they can put a layer of shadow in people's hearts. This heavy pressure, as if it were the top of Mount Tai, is always lingering inside and outside the body.

"This feels wrong." Father Ethan said solemnly.

Everyone next to him nodded.

The people present were not ordinary people. Under normal circumstances, the thick fog that covered the sky would not make them feel such heavy pressure.

Now I don’t know why, but each of them feels this kind of pressure that is as heavy as a mountain, as if there is some terrifying monster walking in the thick fog.

All the soldiers present clenched their firearms and weapons, and some subconsciously held their breath and licked their dry lips in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

The heavy breathing became heavier.

Suddenly something fell from the sky, one by one on the faces and bodies of the soldiers and some clergymen.

They subconsciously reached out and touched it, catching something that fell from the sky.

It was gray snowflakes like white snowflakes.

"Father Ethan, look." Father Kames next to him stretched out his hand to catch the gray snowflakes that fell in front of him, crushed them, and said in a deep voice.

His face grew heavy.

"This is ashes."

Looking at the ashes crushed in the hands of Father Kames, Father Ethan's brows never relaxed. He actually felt that the surrounding environment had changed a long time ago, and he also felt a strange force that had been there since the fog began to spread. All exist.

"There is a force that is subtly transforming our environment." Father Ethan said solemnly.

"I'm afraid this is just the power that a certain existence naturally exudes."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at the thick fog in front of them and the gray snowflakes falling in the sky. They all took a deep breath and their hearts sank.

"In other words, if this statue exists, it can directly change the environment just by thinking about it."

Father Ethan sighed and glanced at the barrier formation that was slowly lighting up due to the changes in front. The pure white light connected every formation point and began to form a formation that only clergy could see. Huge barrier.

"Everyone, be prepared. This battle may be difficult." Father Ethan looked at Colonel Malik who was silent next to him.

"Colonel Malik, if anything changes, it's up to your battalion to take all the residents away."

Because of the bounden duty of soldiers, Colonel Malik nodded.

"I see."

After saying that, he took several soldiers present and left the place.

Seeing this, Father Ethan looked up at the gray snowflakes in the sky, carefully experienced the strange power lingering around him, and took a deep breath.

"Next, we, the clergy, will be the first line of resistance."

"Understood!" All the priests present nodded and remained silent.

"Father Ethan, how do you think Bishop York is doing now?" Father Kames asked, looking at the thick fog that was only a few kilometers away from reaching here.

Father Ethan shook his head, looked at the spectacular apocalyptic scene in front of him and sighed:

"I don't know. There is no news at the moment. I only know that the Bishop of York has left for his destination."

Father Kames was silent for a while and said calmly: "If even the Bishop of York can't solve this matter, I'm afraid we can't."

Hearing this, Father Ethan pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone from the bag next to him, and dialed a phone number.

The person who answered the phone was Bishop Josefini, who had been waiting for news. He had been sitting in the Archdiocese of Charleston, West Virginia, sitting on the balcony of the side building, staring into the void, not knowing what he was looking at, not knowing. What are you thinking.

He didn't blink until there was movement in his ears.

"Mr. Bishop Josefini, this is Father Ethan's call." A cleric's voice came from behind, and he was holding a mobile phone in his hand.

Bishop Josefini nodded and took the handed phone.

"Hello."

Father Ethan said: "Bishop, things have changed a little. According to the scale, it is probably a level VII incident or above."

He told his bishop all the current situation, as well as the thick fog in front of him and the ash and snowflakes falling from the sky.

Before Bishop Josefini could speak, Father Ethan let out a breath and said calmly.

"Since Lord Bishop York entered, there has been no news."

After saying this, Father Ethan's heart sank a little because he was thinking in a bad direction.

Who would have thought that the chuckle of the bishop from my home could be heard on the phone.

Father Ethan was stunned. Before he could think of anything, the calm voice of Bishop Josefini came from the phone.

"Everyone will die, but this guy York is different from us."

Father Ethan pursed his lips and glanced at the thick fog that was spreading in front of him. Now the thick fog in front of him was so thick that it covered the sky. Except for the areas that were not affected, there was nothing but white fog. Even All the sunlight was swallowed up, and his only feeling was that there seemed to be some terrifying existence in the dense fog, inhabiting the deepest part of the fog.

"bishop!"

"You have never interacted with York, you don't understand." After hearing Father Ethan's words, Bishop Josefini shook his head, his eyes a little dark.

"York's style has always been based on his own life. He cherishes his life more than anyone else. If he is not sure of things, this guy will not move forward alone."

Father Ethan was silent.

Bishop Josefini looked up into the distance, as if he could really see something, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"He is our future Pope. You should at least have some confidence in the Pope you will serve in the future."

Speaking of this, Bishop Josefini heard a heavy breathing coming from the mobile phone, and just smiled and said with some emotion.

"I'm old and it's time to retire. From now on, I'll rely on you young people to take charge."

"Bishop, please don't say these words." Father Ethan gritted his teeth.

Bishop Josefini smiled and cursed into his mobile phone: "I'm so old now, so I can't retire. I don't want to wipe the butts of you guys every day."

Father Ethan wanted to say something, but Bishop Josefini spoke gently.

"Of course, I can still protect you for a few more years, so you have to grow up as soon as possible. At the moment, you are too weak."

Father Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, and Bishop Josefini heard it with regret in his eyes.

In fact, the world is not as calm and peaceful as it is now. In the past years, there were turbulent undercurrents. When he was a trainee priest, the number of people sacrificed in the church was several times more than it is now.

Among them, there are not many people at the bishop level who died in the struggle with demons.

In a major incident, it is common for more than a dozen bishops to die.

And he also experienced countless battles during that period. Serious injuries were normal. As he walked, he unknowingly reached where he is today.

Now, he didn't know how long it had been since he heard about the death of a bishop-level person.

These young people in peacetime are still a little too young for their old people who have experienced turbulent years, like a female bird that has just learned to fly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Yorkshire.

"Now that I think about it, this guy is really special. When he was a trainee priest, he actually found things to do on his own. This guy can be found in the UK, island countries, France and other countries, and I don't know which old acquaintance he has in hell. We had a secret fight."

As he thought about it, Bishop Josefini felt a little happy. He wondered if people began to recall past events as they got older.

He had remembered Pope Gregory laughing one day, and after asking about it, he remembered that he had laughed too.

He still remembers what the Pope said.

"You know, Josefini, this kid actually asked me how to go to hell. I asked him why he wanted to go to hell. Do you know what his answer was?

This kid said with a gritted teeth expression that he wanted to avenge his believers because he failed to exorcise the demon and the demon killed his believers and then ran away. Hahahaha, it was really audacious, but I liked it, so I told him."

Bishop Josefini smiled and felt that he was really old.

"Haha, you continue to wait for news from York, he probably won't let you face an enemy you can't deal with.

Do you know why? Because he went there alone and only asked you to stay in place to prevent any stray fish that he didn't pay attention to from escaping. "

"Yes." Father Ethan looked at the dense fog and gray snowflakes in the sky, which were only more than a hundred meters away in front of him, and hesitated. The scene that appeared at this moment made him a little stressed.

"Believe in your own future pope," Bishop Josefini said calmly.

"Father Ethan, this is just an incident initially classified as Level VII. When it comes to Incident XII, it won't be too late for you to tell us."

Father Ethan took a deep breath and could only nod in agreement. He wanted to say something else, but suddenly there was a beeping sound on his phone.

He felt nervous because this was a reminder that his cell phone had lost signal.

Father Ethan subconsciously looked up and saw that the light of the magic circle brightened up, flowing with the light of holy power.

In front of these bright barriers is a thick fog that stretches straight to the sky. It is gray and white, and the scene inside cannot be seen.

"The thick fog is indeed made of some kind of force." Seeing the barrier blocking the thick fog, Father Ethan no longer cared about his cell phone and squeezed it hard.

"Otherwise, if it was a normal thick fog, it would have penetrated the barrier long ago."

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

Without any unnecessary words, after giving an order that was like an army order, Father Ethan put his cell phone back into his bag, and then took out the Bible he carried with him every day from his bag and stared at the dense sky blocked by a canopy-like barrier. fog.

The clergy around him all took out their Bibles.

The monks beside them silently drew their knight swords and came to their priests without saying a word, preparing to charge into battle for them.

The soldiers of the battalion behind them also raised their guns and pointed them at the thick fog in front of them, under the shouts of their superiors.

Suddenly, the atmosphere fell into a chilly state.

As long as something appears in the thick fog, they will usher in a full saturation attack.

The heavy breathing began to disappear, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, a burst of movement suddenly sounded.

Everyone was tense and ready to go.

Only Father Ethan frowned, remembering what his bishop said.

The next second, the voice coming from the thick fog made him open his eyes suddenly, quickly raised his hands and said loudly.

"Everyone, don't move!"

Because he heard something.

"Alessa, your power has leaked out again." This small voice seemed helpless.

"Such a big movement."

"I'm sorry, Uncle York, I haven't used it for a long time, I'm a little unfamiliar." Followed by a weak, smaller voice.

"Did I cause trouble again?"