American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

"..."

"Old man, are you from outside?"

"Why is everyone's power tied to this world, but not yours?"

"Or maybe the saints in the rumors do exist, but they are not native to this world?"

"Just wait and see if I can find anything good in other worlds..."

"If you can't find it, then just leave. Anyway, you are going back to God..."

"I believe that with your achievements, you will definitely become a general under God!"

"You may not be as good as God's dear angels and sons, but you are certainly not that weak..."

"When the time comes, don't forget to take care of me..."

In the silent room, one sentence after another rang out.

It's a pity that there is only one-sided dialogue.

York's rambling words received no response after all.

He just looked at the old man lying on the bed with only a weak heartbeat, as if he was in a vegetative state and had no consciousness. He said some common words, as if to make up for it...

But once everything has a beginning. Then there is a process, and once there is a process, there will definitely be an ending.

It went by in the blink of an eye and the next day arrived as promised.

The sun had just risen, and the early rays poured into the room through the window, illuminating everything with its warm orange light.

The room was filled with the faint scent of morning, peaceful and soothing.

The sunlight shines on the bed, reflecting the pattern on the quilt on the wall, forming mottled shadows. In this faint light, the entire bed, including the sleeping old man, seemed to be held in a gentle handcage.

After sitting and chatting all night, Yorkshire stood up from the chair, took off the cross hanging from his neck and put it into the old man's hand.

"Old man, you go to sleep first, and I will come over to see you someday."

Yorks smiled calmly: "Of course, when I am free."

After saying that, Yorks immediately turned around and left the place.

In the three-dimensional picture in his mind, Bishop Cecil had already been standing outside, and there were even some bishops he knew who had just arrived.

"So where to go?"

Yorks thought of everything shown on the map.

On the map, when an outbreak is about to occur, the first country to deal with seems to be South Korea.

"Korea?"

Yorks narrowed his eyes, feeling a little hesitant.

However, this crack still needs to be resolved in the end. After all, it is the type that affects the whole body. As long as it breaks out, it will inevitably have an impact.

"..."

Yorks took a breath and stopped in front of the main entrance.

"Then let's go to South Korea and have a look."

With a click, the front door was opened by him.

Everyone looked over.

With everyone watching, Yorkshire smiled calmly: "I have decided where to go..."

……………………………………………………

A document was dropped everywhere. After confirmation, it was sent to South Korea.

No matter where it is, the team and organization, the allocation of personnel will take a certain amount of time, not to mention the deployment of the entire archdiocese, so this will take time.

Before that, Yorks had arranged everything easily.

The different state of mind and the special things he had to do had made his horizons increase countless times compared to before.

If we talk about the priest period, he just stayed in a corner, only hanging around Pluto Church, and occasionally traveled to the United States because of attribute points.

Now it's all over the world.

Of course, in comparison, the whole world is equal to Pluto's Church, and all countries are equal to all parts of the United States...

Yorks appeared in every group chat with his mobile phone, saying a sincere farewell to the old believers.

Although I was a little reluctant to give up, there was no other way.

The believers feel the same way, reluctant to give up, but there is no other way.

So in one sentence, I understand and wish you a safe journey.

The farewell was passed so lightly that Yorks felt like he had changed.

However, in addition to saying goodbye to the believers of Pluto Church, Yorkshire will naturally not forget the arrangements of Pluto Church. After all, it is also his base camp.

He used his rights to transfer Father Archipald, who had been tested before, to Pluto Church.

After all, this guy is considered a member of his side, and he has the fate of taking part in the assessment. I'm afraid this is something that the old man Gabriel did deliberately.

Seeing that he was about to retire and enter the secret room, he wanted to find a supporter for his godson...

This time, York accepted the relationship for the sake of the believers in Pluto Church.

I heard that although this kid hasn't found his enemy yet, he is very serious about his work. He never misses daily worship, mass, etc., rain or shine. He is so serious, he is also a nice person, and he is compassionate. .

Much more diligent than him, the former Yorkist salt-fish priest.

"I'm afraid I need to strengthen my strength. The more pious and dedicated I am, the more favored I will be from God." York smiled knowingly.

"It happens to be serving the believers of Pluto Church. It's my selfish intention."

In addition to sending a priest to sit in Pluto Church to serve the old believers, there is also the arrangement and processing of staff.

Robert's family is all here, so it's natural to continue as is. This guy is quite diligent and hard-working.

However, John Wick had to think about it, and finally handed over the choice and the address in South Korea to this god of death.

"It doesn't matter whether you come or not."

There was no change in the expression on York's face. After all, the God of Death was not his monk. He was just looking for a job to support himself in old age.

Therefore, Yorks didn't care much and just continued to arrange the following things.

However, this time there is a little change.

Yorks sat on the sofa, stopped scrolling on his phone, and looked to the other side.

On that side, in addition to Irene who prayed silently every day, there was another guy with an excited face.

He was wearing a brand new monk's uniform, touching here and there, very excited.

This guy is none other than Old Mike's son Healy.

A genius who likes to study weird but useful things.

And this genius had just become his personal monk.

There was no way, this guy Qianli Zhaozhao rushed over, suddenly appeared in front of him with messy hair, and took out Old Mike's consent form, agreeing to let him become a monk.

York was stunned, and then he remembered what he had promised before.

While in Romania, he agreed to Healy's desire to become his monk, but he needed Old Mac's consent.

Now that the consent form is here, he can't find a good reason to refuse.

He doesn't take back what he says easily, and this guy is indeed very serious.

At the same time, he really has some talent for research.

Because he actually developed holy water bullets, including holy light bullets, through those technologies in the Underworld that were very crude to him.

Holy water bombs may be within common sense, since there are real objects after all, but holy light bombs surprised him a little.

Although, according to Healy, it is difficult to make holy light bullets. The materials required are very rare in the world, and they cannot be made in large quantities because they require a combination of spiritual powder and some things.

But what is holy light? In other words, it is similar to sunlight, but it is not sunlight and it also has divine power.

In other words, this guy permanently sealed the sunlight with divine power in the bullet, including the divine power within it.

He might be able to struggle and try to understand the sealing, but the difficulty of sealing it permanently can be imagined, and he simply cannot understand how it is made.

In short, after listening to this guy's long and obscure lectures about light refraction, slowing down the speed of light, and what kind of medium, he was already feeling a little numb.

So without mentioning the consent form, he would agree simply based on his brainpower, talent and merit.

After all, it would be great if this guy can make some useful gadgets for the little nun who already knows how to use a gun.

"hey-hey."

Aware of the gaze, Healy, who had changed his appearance, subconsciously followed the feeling and looked over. When he saw that it was the priest, or no, the bishop, looking at him, he subconsciously started to laugh.

"Who could have imagined that a guy like this could be a genius..."

Yorks shook his head inwardly, continued to look at his phone, and continued to arrange things for Pluto Church, including things at home and the collections in the basement.

But when it finally came to an end, Yorks edited the words "seal" into a text message and sent it out, then stood up.

Together with him, Healy, who was still immersed in the joy of the new clothes, and Irene, who was praying silently, immediately cast their eyes over.

Yorks smiled and picked up the backpack on the sandbag: "It takes time to get used to a new place and a new life. Oh, by the way, we also need to learn Hanyu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yorks stepped towards the door and threw his backpack towards Healy who looked excited.

Erin glanced at the deacon and clergyman who was at the same level as herself, and silently followed behind the priest who had been promoted to bishop.

"Wait for me……"

Healy grabbed his backpack and followed.

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Half a month later.

South Korea, Gangdong-gu, Seoul.

At noon, a man driving an electric car stopped when he drove to a connected building complex. He parked the car on the street in front of the building complex.

The man looked middle-aged, but his temples were a little gray and he was strong. He took out a fried chicken takeout from the thermos box on the back seat of the electric car.

Even though it's winter now and it's bitingly cold, the man is only wearing a simple coat. Even though he was driving an electric car in the middle of winter against the cold wind, he still looks calm now.

"It should still be warm."

The man touched the fried chicken box to feel the temperature inside, and he felt relieved. He didn't linger and walked directly towards the building complex.

Finally, we stopped in front of the main entrance, which was guarded by a guard.

He raised the fried chicken takeout in his hand and gestured to the doorman guarding the door.

"Hello, I'm here to deliver food again."

Obviously the doorman already knew the man's identity. He just nodded and motioned for the man to go in.

The man grinned and walked directly from the aisle next to the gate pole with the fried chicken takeout in his arms.

Then, what appeared in front of him were buildings that could be connected together and a large open space in front of him for parking.

"No matter how many times I come here, I still think this church is really big, bigger than some communities."

The man sighed, and after a quick visit, he walked quickly toward the largest main building, the cathedral in the center, with a familiar look on his face.

On the way, he could see some people, men, women and children coming out of it.

"The clothes look very expensive, so it's obvious that you are not an ordinary person." The man complained in his heart, and tried to keep a low profile while peeking, and slipped in.

The two intersect and pass by.

"who is he?"

When the group of people were walking in the hall in front of the main building, an old woman with white hair inside asked.

"Back to the chairman, it seems to be the takeout that Bishop York often orders. He should be the owner of the fried chicken restaurant. I remember his name is Zhang Zhouyuan." Someone answered seriously.

"Bishop York will also order fried chicken takeout?" A look of surprise appeared on the old man's face, as if he was surprised by this incident, and subconsciously looked back.

It's a pity that the man has already slipped in and disappeared long ago.

At this time, the man she was curious about was standing in front of her with a half-hunched body, wearing a dark monk's uniform. Although he looked immature, he was very capable and could not be looked down upon. The nun whispered.

"Sister Eileen, the fried chicken should still be hot. Eat it while it's still hot when it's cold."

"Um."

Erin, who had become more mature, glanced at the man in front of her, took the fried chicken takeout in his hand, and then handed over the banknotes that had been prepared in her hand.

"Mr. Zhang Zhouyuan, aren't you cold?"

Zhang Zhouyuan looked away from the scattered figures on the benches, took the banknotes from the nun's hand and smiled innocently.

"Not cold, not cold, I'm in good health."

He said, peeking inside again: "Um, Sister Irene, isn't the priest here?"

After hearing the name of priest again after a long time, Irene did not refute or even ask the man to change his words. She just said gently: "Father has something to deal with."

"Ah, that's it."

Zhang Zhouyuan felt a little regretful and subconsciously took another look inside.

"You want to see the priest for something?" Irene said gently, seeing that the man in front of her who could make the priest look at him differently seemed to have something to do.

"No, no."

Zhang Zhouyuan shook his head quickly. In fact, he just wanted to ask the priest, who seemed to be a good person at first glance, some ordinary things.

Since he could only ask later, Zhang Zhouyuan saw what the nun wanted to say and looked very flustered before speaking.

"Well, Sister Irene won't disturb your meal. I'll leave first. I wish you a happy meal."

So, under the watch of the nun, Zhang Zhouyuan walked out directly, turned around and disappeared through the door.

Seeing this, Erin subconsciously glanced at the fried chicken takeout in her hand, and could only shake her head and leave the place.

She followed the path under the church wall until she reached the altar, and then disappeared into the side passage.

At this moment.

Wearing a pitch-black bishop's robe, the inconspicuous Yorkist put his hands behind his back and stared expressionlessly at a space crack in the void that stretched from the ground to the ceiling.

The crack is wide and huge, like a giant dragon shining with red light.

The bright red color exudes strong energy fluctuations, burning like a burning flame.

The space on both sides seemed to be twisted and stretched, forming a red vortex, constantly rotating and squirming, like broken snow.

Red light flashed across the edge of the crack, like burning flames, dyeing everything around it with a red halo.

Yorkist narrowed his eyes as he felt the terrifying power and some kind of substance escaping from the crack.

"It's estimated that there will still be a month or so. By then..."