American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"In the direction of York..."

After confirming the situation, Bishop Richard stared directly in the direction of the light ball with his deteriorated eyes, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until the ball of light slowly extinguished, as if it had consumed its entire glorious life, it came to an end.

Father Daniel seemed to have transformed into the eyes of an old man, and he spoke at the right time: "Bishop, you have disappeared."

The moment the bishop emerged from the light ball, the expression on his face seemed to become more and more complicated.

"Um."

Bishop Richard couldn't see Father Daniel's expression and didn't know what he was thinking. He just sighed softly and said: "Take me down,"

As he spoke, his voice became more tired: "I'm tired."

"yes."

Father Daniel silently pushed the wheelchair and led the old man towards the exit.

at the same time.

boom!

The terrain is dotted with dots of remains of holy power. Among the piles of debris, they fly outwards, revealing the yorks inside.

"Fortunately, there was no prediction error."

Recalling the moment when the huge wave hit, Yorks looked at the open space in front of him that had lost its original appearance, with sighs in his eyes.

Although the power of the explosion is only the equivalent of tons of TNT, the impact is not weak, and it is more intuitive than theory.

The huge rolling waves directly collided with the protective circle formed by his mind power on the spot, and finally flowed to both sides like water hitting a stone.

The commotion caused later was not small.

Yorks subconsciously looked back at the house.

Sure enough, the house behind him had long been reduced to a pile of ruins. Only the position where the child was was still intact, and the protective circle above still existed weakly.

Seeing this, Yorks couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and looked straight ahead.

At this time, the terrain in front has been changed by this sacred bomb. There were still some vegetation and woods in front, but now it is completely empty.

A huge circular crater appeared not far ahead.

Now that his field of vision was clear and there was no obstruction, Yorks frowned and made a casual move.

The knight's sword that had been floating in the air fell steadily into his hand.

"The rightful owner?"

The dark air flow that slowly rose into the sky in front of him and gradually condensed into a column, darker than the night, and trying to swallow everything, was reflected in front of him.

Such a spectacular scene is obviously that the evil master in the book was summoned by someone suspected to be Malum and is about to come to the world.

"As expected of the leader of a cult, there is so much noise about the sacrifices."

Yorks narrowed his eyes, put the knight's sword on his waist, and with another casual move, he controlled the sacred bomb to fly in front of him and landed in his right hand.

"I just don't know what level of demon it is, and the mission has been completed after all the cult members committed suicide."

As York's heart dropped, the reminder that the mission was completed rang in his ears.

[Task requirement: Destroy the cult and eliminate the cult members (completed)]

[Task reward: +65 attribute points (already issued)]

[…]

At this moment, Yorks gained a little more strength. He directly added the 65 points he had just distributed to the [Spirit/Holy Power] that had the greatest effect at his will.

Now when fighting, he will not save points, and even when there is no battle, he will not save points.

Although the task rewards are based on his strength, the stronger the strength means that the previous reward points will become smaller, which means that new tasks will appear again, and the point rewards will never be as high as before.

But this is an even-numbered choice. As the number of supernatural events increases, it becomes even weirder. If you don't add some strength and stand still, the dangerous nature will also increase.

He didn't want to rush into battle and sharpen his gun after sensing the approaching danger. He just wanted to crush it all the way, steadily.

This is the responsibility for your own life.

"It's a pity. If only after accepting the mission, I added some more strength, the mission rewards would still remain the same."

Listening to the tips for adding points ringing in his ears, Yorks always felt that this system was really a thief.

No matter what, the mission is directly based on his own strength.

If his strength does not change, then the reward points will not change. Once there is a change, the reward points will start to change accordingly.

This is a point-adding system that doesn't tolerate any bugs, and Yorks understands this very well.

[Add points successfully]

[Spirit/Holy Power 155 increased to 220]

"It's over two hundred."

Feeling the change in himself instantly, Yorks stared at the personal panel in front of him and had some thoughts in his mind.

Once the attribute value exceeds 100, it will bring about some changes. This is a rule that he has figured out a long time ago.

This instant change was that the range of the three-dimensional map in his mind expanded directly to one hundred meters.

At the same time, his mind was unusually clear, so clear that he felt that he could control and sense the invisible tiny dust around him.

The rest of the effects vary, but they have all changed. Even the power of thought has become more and more handy, and the essence has become purer.

If you could produce a hundred before, you can produce a hundred and ten now.

"It's a nice feeling, but now is not the time to dwell on it."

The extra points were successful, and York was already in a throwing posture. He never missed the dark airflow slowly rising in front of him.

As soon as his left foot stepped on the ground, his right hand was thrown out with his body, and the bursting air spread rapidly like a flow of air.

boom! Like a sonic boom.

The holy bomb had already been shot out from York's right hand with the sound of explosion.

The distance of several hundred meters was nothing to York's already over 100-year-old physique.

He can even judge how hard he should use to make the sacred bomb land steadily where the dark air flow is.

So, when the bomb shot out, Yorks swept the air and soared to the huge column formed by the dark air flow, and quickly retreated with all the equipment floating in the air.

At the same time, the child who had been sleeping on the floor suddenly floated up and bumped into his arms.

"Although the value is neither too much nor too little, it is just enough, but we should try to save what we can."

After staring at the personal panel in front of him and confirming the values ​​again, Yorks held the child in his arms with a calm expression on his face.

He just rushed out more than two hundred meters away at the same time as the bomb shot out.

"It should be here."

He didn't even look to see if the sacred bomb behind him had reached its destination, and his mind surged directly.

At this time, make what he thinks is the right choice.

Press the remote control that has been floating next to you to see if the second bombing can blow up and interrupt the summoning stage.

Snapped! The red button of the remote control is pressed automatically.

"Only a fool would wait for you to come," Yorkist thought.

boom! ! ! ! !

The familiar loud noise reappeared in the world again.

After the first sun formed by the holy power disappeared, the second sun rose in the sky again in less than half a minute.

The moment Yorkist reached the distance, he suddenly stopped and turned to face the direction behind him.

In his eyes, the second sacred sun reappeared and shone brightly on the entire scene.

Where the holy light shines, the dark column that originally seemed thicker and darker than the night collapsed in an instant, and even its existence was eliminated, as if the previous spectacular scene was casually erased like a clown.

At this moment, there is only holy light in the entire space and nothing else.

"Ten thousand points of holy power."

There was a certain heat in Yorks' eyes, and he allowed himself to be suppressed by the huge waves coming in front of him.

But compared with the previous huge waves, the huge waves in front of him became smaller and smaller as the distance was consumed. Yorkshire did not move, but chose another kind of obstruction while holding the sleeping child, which consumed the least amount of energy. Way.

"Protego (Shield)"

[Twenty points of magic power have been consumed]

Following the prompt, a shield automatically opened with York as the center, covering him and the child in his arms, as well as all the equipment that had been floating in the air.

boom!

The huge waves collided with the shield, but they couldn't shake Qijin at all.

The shield transformed by twenty points of magic power through the shield converter is like a hard big stone blocking the huge wave, dividing it into left and right sides and continuing to move behind Yorks.

There was a lot of noise, and Yorkist stood still and stared at the slowly shrinking ball of light in front of him, squinting his eyes.

"finished?"

Until the audience calmed down, the second ball of light disappeared from the eyes.

"There's something wrong, it seems..."

Yorks felt a deathly silence, but when he sensed something, his expression became calmer. He threw the child behind him, blessed it with his mind power, and sent him to a relatively clean open space. He carried the floating equipment towards Walked slowly forward.

"it's not finished yet."

Yorkist began to walk slowly, his right hand slowly resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

As if reflecting York's thoughts, the disappearing dark air suddenly reappeared at the moment when the ball of light disappeared and turned into stars floating in the sky.

It's just that compared to the previous noise, it has become a little smaller.

The slowly emerging dark air became more and more scattered, unable to condense into the majestic column that was darker than the night before.

It's like it's finally emitting its last remaining light.

This result was unexpected by Yorks. He had always believed that under the bombardment of 10,000 points of holy power, the summons would be interrupted, no matter what stage it was at.

This result was probably something Malum did not expect. If he were still here, he would have become even more angry and frightened, because he never thought about the appearance of a second sun before he died.

"The reason for the resentment?"

As the distance got closer, Yorkes suddenly had a realization.

From the spreading dark air, he sensed a surge of resentment.

It is this resentment that is forced to hold back the slightest bit of dark air, creating this situation of neither going up nor down.

“If you die, die, and stop committing evil.”

Yorks waved his hand and pinched a wisp of dark air and crushed it on the spot. He stopped in place and looked at the black star pattern slowly emerging in the sky, and slowly pinched the grenade that fell in his hand.

The star-shaped pattern is composed of various small lines, slowly rotating and emitting the deep red, indescribable light belonging to hell.

"I don't know if it's okay."

Yorks pulled the grenade ring and threw it casually.

As a result, a huge black smoke began to rise from the star pattern, twisting and spreading, forming a huge vortex.

The existence of the devil gradually emerged. It was huge, with skin as black as coal, full of cracks, and as solid as rock.

The eyes are like red flames, the sharp horns extend from the forehead, and the huge wings spread out from behind, casting thick shadows.

"Holy power..."

It directly stretched out its claws to grasp the sacred grenade that was fired in front of it, and stared at the human in front of it.

"It all smells disgusting."

boom! The grenade exploded in its hand, and as the holy light penetrated, its hand was blown into a black mist.

However, the demon's expression remained unchanged, its crimson pupils just stared at the human below, as if to remember him deeply in his mind, and even allowed the stars formed by the holy power to fall on his body, causing burning smoke.

Apart from this, the devil made no next move.

Only Yorks knew what was going on.

"You're not in the right state, you seem to be very reluctant."

Yorks smiled, looked at the demon, and stared at its right hand that could not recover at all.

This huge demon looked like a game he played in his previous life, and it looked somewhat similar to the stone man in it.

"It seems that after the consumption just now, the remaining summoning power can now keep you in this state, which is a very good result."

As he spoke, Yorks stared at the demon in front of him and paused:

"And all your power has been exhausted, projection?"

"Tell me your name, human."

The devil's voice exploded, and the airflow formed instantly exploded around its huge body, blowing away the falling stars.

The human in front of him was indeed right. In the sudden bombing, it had exhausted all available power in order to maintain this form.

"Just a projection..."

Yorks stared at the demon in the air that never changed his mood, and already roughly knew what level this demon was.

Most of the great demons who are intelligent, accompanied by a legion of demons, and even have low-level demons under their command belong to the class of marquis or above.

That is, they are in the middle of the hell demon hierarchy. They are usually some lords, generals or dignitaries. They have high strength and influence and can mobilize a large number of low-level demons to serve them.

The cult leader regards this demon as a god, which is indeed okay, but not as good as the God behind him.

York's thoughts flashed through, and the devil gave its answer, like lava cracking out one after another red flowing lava's left hand and swiping at him.

While maintaining its form and unable to exert its remaining power, the demon made the optimal choice and used its own body's advantages and strength to crush the human in front of him to death.

The huge air flow collapsed under its swing, forming a downward impact.

Amidst the whistling sound, Yorkist stared at the huge hand as big as a room that was swiping at him. His right hand kept the hilt of the sword at his waist, but he let out a soft sigh.

"stop!"

In an instant, the devil felt that the air in the area where his left hand was was suddenly solidified, directly consuming all the power of his swing and freezing his hand in the air.

There was a loud bang!

The huge, lava-like palm stopped five meters above York's head.

"This world is not the place you should be."

Yorks looked at the demon, whose crimson pupils condensed and glowed red because of this scene, and allowed the 400 points of telekinesis that had been increased to twenty times to stop it from closing its hands, and smiled.

"If you can't defeat the God behind us and break the barrier between the two worlds, then go back to your hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yorks crushed the giant hand above his head on the spot and turned it into wisps of dark air, and then waved his right hand.

As the demon frowned, a hand even bigger than its hand appeared out of thin air and slapped it fiercely.

"I remember you, human being. There will always be a day when we meet again. When the time comes..."

Before the rough voice could finish speaking, the demon's body was blown away on the spot and turned into nothingness.

"Then you might have to wait in line."

Yorks stared at the dark air that collapsed and caused ripples, and said calmly.

"There are too many demons who want to remember me. One more of you is not more, and one less of you is not less. And when the time comes, you will be even less able to defeat me the next time we meet."

It's a pity that the devil can no longer hear his words.

"Finish."

Yorks dissipated the telepathy that had been in the equipment in one breath, only picked up the cartridge belt of the sacred grenade, let the remaining submachine gun fall, and then walked slowly back towards the child's location.

The mutterings left behind him drifted away in the wind.

"I am missed again by a guy who looks like a stone man. I am Tang Monk. Everyone wants to remember me..."

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