American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Luxurious room.

Marcos, who had been baptized and became more elegant, secretly glanced at the bishop in front of him who was checking the information.

Even though he already had divine power, even though he could feel the intensity of his colleagues, every time he looked at the bishop, he felt like he was looking at a real god.

I didn’t know what a god looked like before, nor had I seen one, but if Marcos were to tell him now, he would only say that a god should look like a bishop.

This is a feeling that I never felt before I became a priest.

As the saying goes, people change, levels change, and perspectives change.

The dust fell, but it couldn't contaminate the bishop in front of him, and it fell off as soon as it touched it.

The most important thing is that whenever he stays with the bishop, he always feels a strong sense of peace in his heart.

There are many, many more...

Marcos secretly looked at the bishop in front of him and was fascinated.

"good."

At this moment, the voice of praise woke him up, and Marcos lowered his head slightly.

Yorkes was only wearing simple and comfortable casual clothes. He praised him, put the information on the table in front of him, and picked up a cup of coffee.

After baptizing so many priests, it is impossible for these people to just do nothing.

It was a good time to take advantage of this lively atmosphere to let them clean up every corner of the city and get familiar with the fighting methods of the clergy.

Obviously, he was very satisfied with the results.

In just half a day, the new priest, as fierce as a tiger and a wolf, eliminated five hidden rot seeds.

These new priests are eager to test their powers on the rot spawn.

This had two effects he wanted.

Let the people see the true power of the church.

I have flexed my muscles and gained experience.

Therefore, Belst Cathedral was already an eighth-level church at this time and was heading straight towards a ninth-level church, showing the quality of a bishop's cathedral.

In his opinion, there should be three cathedral-level churches in the only three cities in the Free State.

In the church, bishops are not clergy comparable to priests.

The bishop has at least 300 points of holy power.

Yorks took a sip of coffee and looked at Marcos, who was standing obediently in front of him and was not as powerful as outside.

This person is the bishop he chooses, and the person he chooses for the pope.

Living to this age is enough to prove your ability.

Coupled with the fact that he has raised the status of the cleaner group to the current high position, coupled with everything in the current church, it is enough to illustrate his toughness.

The important thing is that the family background is deep and the general history of the past is known.

Only such a person, no, such a pope, can prevent the Church he founded from repeating the mistakes of history.

"I'm satisfied, Marcos."

Yorks looked at him, smiled lightly, and held the coffee stick in his hand.

“Next, let’s start distributing our people to churches everywhere.”

Marcos nodded in agreement: "Yes, Bishop, I will go down and make arrangements later."

Yorks tapped the side of his coffee cup and thought about it seriously.

"You can wait until I take action tonight before leaving."

Hearing this, Marcos' eyes widened.

Take action? What does it mean? He was a little confused about the bishop's thoughts.

"Bishop, do you want to..." Marcos asked tentatively.

"Nothing." Yorkshire smiled gently: "Since the people of Belst City welcome me so much, I want to give them a gift."

Marcos was startled, and then a word came out in the next second, which made his heart soften. He stared at the bishop and smiled with pride.

"Tonight, I want to see what the city that never sleeps looked like before.

And you probably miss it too, it’s not too late to take a look before leaving. "

…………………………………………

That night.

The sun passes.

The bustle of the day began to subside as the darkness came down.

Except for the believers who were unwilling to retreat, some believers had already dispersed.

Of course, they are still addicted to the atmosphere of the day. For them, today is undoubtedly the day to release all the accumulated stress.

Malik Obama is one of them.

"Today is such a good day..." Malik Obama said with emotion as he recalled the days during the day.

He touched the darkness, opened the table in front of the dining table, and sat down, as if reminiscing.

His wife, Laurie Berank, was standing in front of the dining table, holding a match and lighting the oil lamp on the dining table.

The gentle firelight that had illuminated this home for almost ten years lit up from the oil lamp, illuminating the living room instantly.

In the dim firelight.

This is a luxurious and elegant living room with exquisite flowers and aromatherapy candle holders placed on the central marble coffee table, exuding a light fragrance.

Although it is small, it can show the careful preparations made in the past. All of this can make people see how much effort this couple put into their little home.

But now, with the arrival of the devil, this carefully prepared living room has been sealed up.

The chandelier hanging from the ceiling was never turned on again.

Only the dim firelight still shines brightly on the original feeling.

"Mother!"

A childish voice sounded.

Laurie Blank, who had just lit the oil lamp, quickly grabbed her four-year-old daughter who was running around and bumped into her.

It was so dark that she couldn't hit anything.

"Who is that Lord Bishop? Why doesn't he come out to see us?"

Hearing this, the child's innocence and childish words made Laurie Blank smile bitterly, and she picked up her daughter.

"That Lord Bishop is our only hope."

Laurie Blank also pulled out a stool, sat down with her daughter Nina in her arms, and explained seriously.

"With him here, we can live a good life."

However, as soon as the child asks, he cannot stop at all.

Nina looked up at her mother. Under the light of the fire, her expression was serious.

"Then why doesn't he come out to see us!"

After saying that, Nina blinked and felt a little aggrieved: "We have been waiting for a long time, and I am tired of standing."

As she spoke, she said again without stopping: "Mom! Nina wants to meet the Bishop!"

To be honest, Nina was just curious, very curious.

She saw the adults next to her crying, and even her mother was secretly wiping away tears. She saw it, but she didn't say anything.

"The Bishop is very busy."

Laurie Blank smiled bitterly, she couldn't help but touch the top of her daughter's head.

In today's world, this is the reason why they can persist.

Nina, their baby.

"Oh." Nina's voice dropped.

"That's it."

Laurie Blank couldn't help but look at Malik Obama who was still thinking about it.

"Maybe your dad saw it."

Nina's eyes lit up and she suddenly looked at her father.

Malik Obama was startled and came out of the aftertaste.

Seeing her husband like this, Laurie Blank said angrily: "Didn't you say that you happened to meet the Bishop while you were at work?"

That was just a glimpse.

Malik Obama replied in his mind, but not in his mouth.

He looked at the family he cherished his whole life and spoke seriously about his feelings.

"The Bishop is a handsome guy, more handsome than anyone else! And he is much stronger than anyone else..."

Laurie Blank was stunned, that’s it?

But from the next sentence, she knew that this sentence was just to deal with her daughter Nina.

"Of course, just this one side can make everyone stop what they are doing, including me." Malik Obama's voice did not stop speaking, and he became more and more emotional as he spoke.

“At the beginning, our group of workers were still uneasy because of the previous serial murder case.

But as soon as we saw the Bishop, we all fell silent. We knew that this matter would definitely be resolved easily, no, the whole world would return to the way it was before. "

Malik Obama took a deep breath, looked at his wife, and said seriously.

"This is not a scam, and the Bishop is not a liar."

Laurie Blank also looked at her husband, the expression on her face became gentler, and she heard her husband's heart.

"I know."

Laurie Blank said gently, hugging her confused daughter Nina tightly in her arms.

"I can see those videos and the power the cleaners exerted today. The bishop is certainly not the liar he was before."

The couple looked at each other, and there were thousands of words in the eye contact. Only Nina looked blank, looking up at her mother, and then turned her little head to look at her father.

What's going on, she wondered.

At this moment, Nina heard something. She blinked and looked uncertainly at the dark window.

Ever since she was a child, she has always been afraid of the dark and dared not step out of the range of firelight.

"I am the resurrection and the life; whoever believes in me will live, even if he dies. Whoever lives and believes in me will never die."

"..."

Nina heard this and confirmed that she heard it very clearly.

"Mother!"

Nina raised her head and was about to explain the situation, but found that her mother and father were already looking at the dark window, with disbelief on their faces.

"Ah, so I'm not the only one who heard it," Nina thought.

Then, she was hugged by her mother...

"This is?"

Laurie Blank carried Nina toward the door and looked at her husband.

Only my husband had heard the Bishop's voice and seen the Bishop himself because he had been sorting things out at the New Belst Cathedral.

"This is the Bishop's voice!"

Malik Obama was so excited that his mouth trembled visibly.

"It must be the Bishop."

He rushed out of the house with his family.

However, he found that a lot of people had gathered in front of the door at some time.

Including your own neighbors and others.

And they all looked up at the sky, eyes wide open, and there was something incredible on their pious faces.

"this……"

Malik Obama followed their gaze and looked up.

It turned out that a person was staying in the air.

With the white light emitting from his body, Malik Obama swore that he had never been able to see so clearly from such a long distance.

It was as if he appeared directly in my eyes, and in my heart, distance was no longer an obstacle.

The divine robe is decorated with purple lines along the edges. The silhouette is solemn and reaches the feet. The wide cuffs with tassels highlight the divine temperament.

The cross on the chest is inlaid with gems, emitting a charming light, and there is a cane in the hand.

"Your Majesty Bishop..."

Like the people in front of him, Malik Obama's eyes began to blur.

…

A few minutes ago.

"bishop."

On the top floor of the Belst Cathedral, Marcos and a dozen priests who had already put on divine robes looked worried at the bishop who stepped on the railing and faced the sky.

"So high, you..."

"fine."

York stepped on the railing and pinched the bishop's cane he brought from the real world. He was still not used to the gorgeousness of the bishop's robe.

In front of him was more than a hundred meters high in the sky. In terms of floors, it was at least thirty stories high.

The strong wind brought by the high altitude made York's robes rustle, and also made the priests behind him have their hearts in their throats, fearing that the bishop would accidentally fall and die on the spot.

They had tried to persuade him several times, but the bishop still went his own way and stepped directly onto the railing, which was only about ten centimeters wide. They wanted to stop him, but they did not dare to take action against him.

Therefore, Marcos and others were extremely uncomfortable.

However, Yorks seemed not to notice, and shook the bishop's cane in his hand, thinking to himself.

"Open all the drawers..."

For a moment, Yorks only felt that the voices of countless believers were all disillusioned in his mind.

In one second, thousands of voices of believers flashed through, each one so clear.

Yorks closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Savor this feeling of being in control.

"It feels really good. Fortunately, my brain can bear it. Does God do the same..."

At this moment, Yorkshire thought of God and his old man.

Believers in every world are praying whether God is like this.

"It's like if I think about it, I can give answers and power, and it can also appear in the hearts of believers..."

Yorks opened his eyes, countless streams of information flashed through his eyes, and he stepped forward with his right foot, stepping into the void.

"bishop!"

Marcos and the others, who had been staring closely, were horrified and rushed over.

But they suddenly found that they couldn't move at all. The air around them was like solidified super glue, keeping them frozen in place.

Marcos and others were a little confused, staring at the bishop in front of them.

"It's okay, Marcos."

Yorks stared at the sky, seemingly able to see the entire city of Belst, including the believers outside, and smiled calmly.

Under the gaze of Marcos and others behind him, he stepped forward with his left foot.

Stopped abruptly in the air.

Just kidding, the biggest joke is that telekinesis, a universal ability, cannot fly.

As long as he wants it, there is nothing he can't do.

For example, controlling the microscopic world, particles, atoms, etc., but unfortunately he can't see it, so there's no way he can do it.

If he could see the particles in the microscopic world, then he would be a terrifying existence, not to say invincible, but omnipotent.

After all, in the simplest terms, all objects are made of atoms, and everything is made of indivisible particles.

Of course, if you can't do this, you can still fly.

At the moment, not a bit of the mental power transformed from mental power has been used up, there is still so much left.

Yorks stopped in the air, as if walking on flat ground, and moved forward step by step.

At the same time, loosen the control of Marcos and others.

Marcos and the others looked at each other with expressions that they had never seen the world before. They stared blankly at the bishop stepping on the void, walking further and further away...