American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Of course, Yorks stared at the deep path and did not forget the last cloud bomb.

Under the gazes of Healy and Healy, Yorks went back and picked up the connected RPG-7 from the helicopter and put it on his shoulders.

Seeing this, trainee nun Irene looked a little dazed. She was wearing a white trainee uniform, holding the grenade belt on her chest with both hands. She looked at the priest next to her, her eyes already feeling like she was being shocked.

She had never seen any priest like this.

Holding a grenade gun in his right hand.

He had a bandolier full of ammunition.

The RPG-7 is held in his left hand and placed on his shoulder.

Coupled with the figure of the priest, he looks like a...

Although it was weird to feel extremely safe, Erin only felt awkward.

On the other hand, when Healy was holding SHAK-12, his eyes were already shining.

"Father York, you are so cool! So cool!"

He called out.

"This is my idol!"

Yorks ignored it. The RPG-7 on his shoulder was already aiming at the trailhead that was only 12 or 13 meters away from each other.

"Clear the field first!"

In a whisper, the firing trigger was pulled.

Poof!

The cloudburst warhead had already ridden an eruption of exhaust gas and sprayed out toward the bottomless trail entrance.

A perfect parabola penetrated the path.

The next second.

boom! ! ! !

The explosion roared.

The ground and wall entrances were shaken by the explosion, and dust was blown out.

The shock also caused the rubble on top of the piled-up ruins to slide down one after another.

A dazzling fire and white light exploded from the trailhead.

A strong shock wave visible to the naked eye surged out from the mouth of the passage and quickly hit the three Yorkists.

Compared to Erin, whose eyes were wide open and her whole body was stiff in shock, Healy held SHAK-12 with his face twitching.

He was knowledgeable and knew that the shock wave coming from the explosion could blow the three of them at least ten meters away.

"This fk! What kind of power is this?"

Healy held up SHAK-12 and looked at the priest at the front, complaining loudly in his heart.

Starting from the first shot, the power of each RPG warhead was beyond his understanding. It was not an RPG, but a missile.

"Father Yorks!"

"Don't panic." Yorks said calmly, staring at the shock wave that had swept in front of him, and swung the RPG with his left hand like a hammer drum to hammer into the void ahead.

[Five points of magic power have been used]

The mechanical sound in York's ears sounded, and the same level of energy burst out at the contact point of the RPG, slamming into the shock wave in front of it.

Before Yorks felt anything, the two people behind him heard a crash, and the strong wind blew their hair and wrinkled their faces.

The helicopter shook.

The next second, everything was calm.

Before the two of them could react.

Yorks threw away the twisted RPG-7 and walked towards the trailhead first.

"Let's go."

"Ah, okay..."

Eileen, who was the closest, reacted and could only follow her out of habit.

"So handsome!"

Healy licked his dry lips. Although he didn't understand how the priest could counteract the impact, he subconsciously followed the nun.

"Sure enough, it's a lot cleaner." Yorks took the lead and walked to the edge of the trail. He sensed the very dark haze inside and the turning point that was already visible to the naked eye, and continued to pull out a sacred grenade from the ammunition belt. , unscrew the pull ring with one hand.

"But it's not enough."

Under the renewed glances of the two people behind him, Yorks threw a sacred grenade towards the turning point in the path.

Seeing the grenade hitting the wall in front of him and jumping towards the corner, Yorks pulled the confused Irene next to him and hid on the wall next to the trailhead.

Healy twitched the corner of his mouth, and had no choice but to hide on the other wall and said.

"Father Yorks, when are we going in?"

"After this grenade." Yorks pressed his majestic body against Irene and responded calmly.

"There is something inside, let's test it first."

Healy was stunned. The next second, as a roaring explosion sounded, he finally knew what the priest was talking about.

A shock wave of white and red light spurted out from inside along with some gravel and unknown things.

"this……"

Healy stared at the sticky, fuzzy pieces of flesh and the black cloth on the floor, and fell into a brief silence. From his perspective, these were fragments of the corpse.

"It's most likely a part of the nun's body that has been possessed by evil."

Yorks retracted his gaze and responded, holding the MK14 revolving grenade gun and taking the lead into the path that was no longer dark and hazy.

"Continue to go!"

Erin was very self-conscious, grabbed the grenade belt and hurriedly followed. She knew what she should do most at the moment.

Hearing the flustered but steady footsteps, York's face showed a look of satisfaction. Fortunately, this trainee nun was very obedient, calm and sensible, and would do whatever she had to do consciously.

If she had been at Pluto's church, he might have been able to stay away longer.

Thinking of this, Yorks looked back at Eileen who was following obediently behind her, and looked at her hands holding the ammunition belt, the joints of which were obviously pale.

"Don't be so nervous. You should have learned the relevant farewell prayers in the monastery, right?"

"kindness?"

Erin raised her head, confused.

"Feel it carefully."

Yorks deliberately stepped aside and stared at the non-human body that fell at the corner of the depths. He believed that Irene, who had a psychic physique, could see what he could see.

In this gap, Erin looked forward subconsciously. She didn't see anything at first, only a vague thing on the ground.

The next second, she gradually opened her eyes.

A strange nun with a white light all over her body was standing next to the blurry things, looking at them with a smile.

"You see it."

Yorks stared at the nun floating in the void, smiled, and then said gently.

"If they are studying, we can actually give them a ride."

Looking at the strange nun who had been floating in front of her, Irene recalled the scene she had seen in the helicopter before. She slowly released her hands from the ammunition belt and said seriously.

"I have studied, but Father...I am not a real priest yet."

"It doesn't matter."

Yorks smiled, and under his control, a total of five points of spiritual power spread to his feet, and the strong power of faith spread everywhere like a warm breeze.

"bring it on."

Erin seemed to feel something, took a deep breath and began to recite a farewell prayer.

[Dear Lord, dear God and Father]

[May the souls of the people who died here be able to obtain eternal life, peace, and joy in the kingdom of God the Father under your leadership]

[All we ask for today is...]

[…]

The moving prayers fell in this dim lane.

Healy at the back, although he couldn't see anything, was inexplicably silent.

The three of them passed by the nun in silence, whose figure was gradually blurring.

The nun was floating above her body, her figure becoming increasingly blurry. Tears were already streaming down her white face. She stretched out her hand to guide her to the right.

Yorks nodded slightly and took the lead to turn to the path on the right...