New Gods of North America

As a cowboy who has been a legitimate westerner and only knows how to shoot a gun since childhood, Wayne is certainly not an "exorcist".

So Wayne shook his head calmly.

"You're not an exorcist...?"

The other party seemed even more surprised:

"You're not an exorcist, but you can actually kill a Level 1... no, maybe even a Level 2 'Fallen'. Mr. Sheriff, you're amazing.

"We heard howling and gunshots, and when we chased after them, we thought someone was attacked by a wild beast. But we didn't expect that you, Mr. Sheriff, actually encountered a fallen person, and even survived."

At this time,

The middle-aged man who called himself "Reverend Hake" had already dismounted. Holding a transparent spherical bottle in his hand, he first peeked into the canopy, and then got into the carriage.

Wayne kept his distance from the carriage and looked inside from behind the hood.

The other party was seen pouring the transparent liquid in the spherical bottle onto the body of "Grey Wolf" Freddy, muttering something.

His expression and movements seem very similar to those of a pastor in a church when he is preaching and blessing.

It seems like they were trained by the same system.

It's just that his exaggerated and flamboyant black denim suit is a bit too distracting.

Although the pastors in the Blackrock Town Church usually wear black, what they wear are formal monk robes.

Moreover, even if the pastors in the church usually carry guns, they will not show them intentionally.

He is not as ostentatious as him. Not only does he carry guns, but they are custom-made pure black double guns, very flashy.

But then again,

In the carriage at this moment, not only was there a corpse with a blasted head and obviously mutated hands, which was far more curious than an ordinary murder scene, but ketchup and tofu pudding were also splattered everywhere, which could easily rub a person's clothes into a mess.

Even if this guy was a liar, just based on his professionalism in performing so confidently at this moment, Wayne felt that he was at least not an amateur liar.

After he finished muttering, the other party splashed the remaining transparent liquid in the spherical bottle into the car.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and nodded, and tapped his chest and upper abdomen three times with his fingers, forming a so-called "sacred triangle", which looked quite stylish.

Wayne chose to tentatively believe the other party's identity and moved a little closer to the carriage.

The pistol was put back into its holster, but Wayne's hand was still on the handle.

After seeing that the other party seemed to have finished, Wayne asked, "Pastor Hake, what are you doing?"

"Ah, according to tradition, as the priest of this parish, I need to 'purify' the scene after the exorcism is over."

Reverend Hake got out of the carriage and answered Wayne's question:

"In fact, this is useless most of the time. Usually after the fallen person dies, the 'evil spirit' possessing the fallen person will naturally dissipate at the same time.

"The purpose of doing this is actually mainly to comfort the believers psychologically. But this is the tradition of the church after all. The tradition of the church is something that is usually useless but needs to be followed."

After stepping on the ground again, Pastor Hake turned to face Wayne, waved at his clothes, and motioned Wayne to look at him:

"Don't worry about that for now. Mr. Sheriff, as a true westerner, look at my outfit, don't I look like a cowboy?"

The expression seemed to be filled with the words "Come and praise me".

Wayne was stunned for a moment, then quickly put on a cooperative smile, "It's indeed very 'cowboy', it looks very wild and handsome."

"Ha! I knew it!"

Reverend Hake raised his brows in triumph and smiled even happier than Wayne.

Then Reverend Harker came a little closer and whispered to Wayne, "I tell you, I've actually wanted to try this for a long time. If I hadn't taken the initiative to apply to be transferred to this parish, I wouldn't have had the chance to wear it like this."

(￢_￢)

I take back what I said before, if this guy is a liar, then he must be an amateur liar.

"By the way, this is my appointment document to Blackrock Town. Although according to the procedure, the handover between me and the current parish priest of Blackrock Town can only be officially completed after being witnessed by believers, but since I happened to meet you, Mr. Sheriff, I will let you take a look first."

As Pastor Hake spoke, he handed over a letter.

After Wayne took the envelope with one hand, he was 70% sure of Pastor Hake's identity.

The thick and smooth embossed paper, the exquisite and retro gold stamping patterns and wax seals are not something that can be easily imitated in this era.

——The position of pastor in a church in a small western town does not seem to be worth such effort and cost to impersonate.

When he unfolded the document, he found that the template and style were almost the same as the original one that "that Wayne" had seen when he was a child. The paper of the document was not only thick, but also printed with complex and gorgeous patterns.

At least this letter of appointment should be authentic.

With the official appointment documents in hand, if he can later go to the town to hand over the position to the current church pastor, then even if this person is not genuine, then he must be the real deal.

Wayne decided to remain polite first. It was said that the clergy in the church had a way to confirm each other's identities. If they found out that the pastor was a fake after arriving in the town, it would not be too late to arrest him then.

"Hello, Reverend Hake."

Wayne folded the letter and handed it back, greeting the other party formally: "I am Wayne Constantine, the current sheriff of Blackstone Town. Nice to meet you. I was a little suspicious just now."

"It's okay."

Reverend Hake didn't mind it and gave Wayne a thumbs up:

"Great, very alert, you are worthy of being a sheriff. The sheriff in my imagination is someone as cautious and brave as you. By the way, can I call you Wayne?"

"Of course. I come from a Puritan family. My parents were believers of the Holy Spirit Church. They have always respected pastors."

——Although I myself cannot be considered a so-called "believer" now.

"Nice to meet you, Wayne."

As Reverend Harker spoke, he took out another spherical bottle from his pocket:

"As a gift for our first meeting, I give this to you. If you encounter 'fallen ones' like this next time, you can use this to hit them."

Wayne took the thing in his hand. It was a spherical glass bottle with a unscrewed cap and a colorless transparent liquid inside.

"What is this?" Wayne asked.

Reverend Hake had a very proud expression on his face:

"This is holy water used for exorcism, and it's an enhanced version specially made by St. George's Cathedral in New York City - a very rare and high-end product.

"For the 'fallen' who are possessed by some evil spirit, it is a sacred liquid that can burn flesh and blood."

Holy Grenade...

It sounds quite impressive.

Wayne put away the spherical bottle, thought about it, and felt that Pastor Hake seemed to be an expert in exorcism, so he tried to ask:

"Reverend Hake, what do you mean by 'fallen ones'?"

"Hmm... let me think about it." The smile on Reverend Hake's face froze, and then he fell into thought, "There are too many versions. What is the easiest version to understand..."

Then he thought for a long time, and seemed to be hesitant to speak several times.

Wayne: ...

Brother, can you do this?

A clear and young lady's voice suddenly came from behind Wayne:

"According to the definition of the Holy Spirit Church, people or other creatures who are possessed by evil spirits and whose bodies have mutated are called 'fallen ones.' Typical examples include werewolves, vampires, goat-headed demons, etc. in stories. Their prototypes are actually fallen ones.

"As for the so-called 'evil spirits', according to the records in the Holy Scriptures, they are extraordinary beings that are created when the power of the 'other world' permeates the real world.

"You can compare evil spirits to so-called 'ghosts' or 'demons', but the vast majority of evil spirits actually only have 'emotions' or 'instincts', and do not have so-called 'self-awareness'. Generally speaking, as long as the objects or bodies of the evil spirits are destroyed, most of the evil spirits will directly dissipate in the real world."

Reverend Hake nodded repeatedly.

Then he turned to look at Wayne, "Yes, that's it."

As soon as the other party spoke, Wayne turned around and looked back, only to see that the lady in the blue dress who was originally standing in the distance had already led the horse and walked close behind him at some point.

A bolt-action rifle decorated with ornate patterns was hung on the saddle, and it was also carrying the corpses of two gray wolves.

It seemed to be the same gray wolf that attacked the carriage before, but I couldn't tell if it was the same one.

As the other person got closer, Wayne could see his face clearly.

A beautiful girl with silver hair and fair skin wearing a light blue denim dress and a cowboy hat on her head. Her eyes were beautiful crimson purple and her lips were bright red.

The leather belt accentuated her plump and slender curves, which was the figure that ladies of this era were pursuing.

It’s a pity that the round neckline on her chest is quite conservative, not as open and frank as those of western ladies.

Rich, but not generous.

Pastor Hake was still enthusiastic and introduced Wayne: "Wayne, this is Inessa Winslet, an exorcist from the 'Exorcist Association' under the church. She will also be living in Blackstone Town during this period."

In contrast to Pastor Hack, the beautiful girl named Inessa seemed much more indifferent. She just looked at Wayne and nodded slightly, then walked straight towards the carriage that Wayne was driving.

Wayne didn't mind her attitude. His curiosity at this time was still on the so-called "evil spirits" and "fallen ones".

Seeing that someone who really knows what's going on has arrived, he pointed to the carriage next to him and asked:

"Can the so-called 'fallen' be completely killed with just a gun?"

Although she was not enthusiastic, Inissa, who was looking into the canopy at this time, answered the questions:

“The most effective methods of eliminating different types of Fallen are actually different. But if we generalize, then the vast majority of Fallen can be eliminated by destroying their bodies.

"It's not limited to firearms. Flames, explosives, cold weapons, anything that can cause physical damage can potentially destroy the Fallen. But in most cases, Extraordinary items that are blessed with various powers are the most effective.

"Of course, some fallen ones will show extraordinary vitality or healing abilities, but as long as the speed or degree of destruction exceeds the upper limit of their self-healing ability, they will still be killed."

I see……

Wayne roughly understood that although there were extraordinary powers in this world, they did not seem to be particularly strong.

If there is holy water, use it; if there is a weakness, attack it. If there is no holy water or anything like that and you don't know the weakness, then using American Iai or physical exorcism magic such as machetes and explosives seems to be able to solve the problem.

If one shot doesn’t work, use two shots. If a pistol doesn’t work, use a rifle.

Beat him until he's dead.

When Wayne thought of this, his pupils suddenly shrank——

Possessed by evil spirits... Physical mutation... That is the Fallen...

Some fallen ones will show extraordinary vitality or "healing ability"...

Oh my god.

Then, am I, who traveled through time, considered an "evil spirit"?

Myself, or my "immortal body\

,"Could it be that in this world, he is actually a version of "The Fallen"? !

This article has nothing to do with real history. Everything that looks like it is an illusion...