American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

The day after a night of partying in the city.

"Looks like you had a good time last night."

Yorks took the document from Marcos and smiled gently.

Although the Marcos in front of him looked the same as usual, he could see everything in front of him.

Apparently the guy was up all night last night.

Thinking of the whole night of carnival in the city last night, Yorks thought with evil intentions.

These guys who partied all night must have yawned from time to time today, and their bosses deducted their wages.

Marcos was a little embarrassed and smiled.

He really didn't sleep all night last night and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the carnival.

Not only him, but all the clergy.

They haven't been this happy for a long time. That state of complete relaxation and no longer thinking about other things is really addictive.

Marcos glanced at the bishop in front of him, and he knew that all changes in things came from the bishop.

Therefore, he and his colleagues unanimously decided to discuss with the authorities and regard today as a holiday.

A holiday for everyone to relax and commemorate the moment last night.

As for whether the authority managers would refuse, he had never thought about this at all.

Now in this situation, the church has taken over everything.

"kindness?"

Yorks ignored Marcos's expression change and glanced at the documents in front of him.

Regardless, documented reports never go out of style.

Above, he saw the online riot.

The other two cities had already learned about the situation in Belst City through the Internet. In addition to the large light ball seen at night, they strongly requested him, the bishop, to go to where they were.

However, netizens in Belst City were unwilling to defend themselves.

Eventually the two sides got into a heated argument.

This makes him feel a little awkward.

It's like coming to a past life.

Of course, this situation was not taken lightly by him, and York continued to turn to the next page.

What he cared about was the situation on the front line.

After all, last night's action had this purpose.

"It really works..."

Yorks narrowed his eyes and looked up at Marcos in front of him.

"The devil didn't advance?"

Marcos lowered his head slightly: "Yes, Lord Bishop, the people on the front line have discovered that the evil spirit has stopped."

"It seems that the devil over there finally knows about my existence."

Yorks said calmly: "That's okay. Let them be suspicious first and buy us some time."

Marcos bowed his head deeply and nodded in agreement.

"Yes! Lord Bishop."

Yorks continued to look at the next page. Now that the devil knew his existence, he saw the situation last night and realized his power. He was hesitant to react for a while.

That means his actions last night were effective.

In this case, they must take advantage of this time difference and act as soon as possible.

One ring after another.

He could see where the priests who had just set off last night were now.

There is also an inferred time above.

"Even if there is a plane, can we reach Brigade City the day after tomorrow?" Yorks shook his head inwardly. Although these three cities are adjacent, their territory is unusually large.

"Then just wait two more days."

Yorks put down the document in his hand and did not read the rest of the small things.

Marcos nodded respectfully: "Yes, Lord Bishop."

As he spoke, there were some changes in his expression, but he did not retreat immediately. Yorkshire asked: "What else is there?"

Hearing this, Marcos said cautiously: "Those government managers want to see you."

Hearing this, Yorkshire shook his head and waved his hand directly.

"I won't see you. I only care about the devil. You can take care of the rest."

The authorities were not in authority, so he was just lazy and left the docking matter directly to Marcos. Anyway, after his advice, Marcos should know how to do it.

Marcos bowed his head deeply and made up his mind to never talk about the government managers again:

"Yes! Lord Bishop."

After saying that, he retreated decisively and immediately, leaving Yorkist's sight.

"Oh, it's been fourteen days."

Seeing this, Yorks lay down directly on the back chair and sighed.

To be honest, he still felt a little homesick.

Mainly because of the apocalyptic atmosphere here, he really doesn't like it, and at the same time, he can't get used to the food.

Because rot seeds, evil spirits, and one of the seven principles of demons, ② are not allowed to approach animals (animals are more likely to be possessed).

Therefore, there is always less meat on the food. It can be said that sometimes there is no meat at all.

It is conceivable that when meat becomes a rare food, this taste...

Thinking of this, Yorks closed his eyes.

…………………………………………

The first day passed uneventfully.

The difference is that there are 0.5 more attribute points.

With the news that the demons were continuing to advance, four towns and counties were once again captured on the front line.

With only sixteen towns and counties left, the demon's infected footsteps can go straight to the core area of ​​​​humanity: Brigade City.

In the end, it just brought one day to oneself.

Regarding this piece of news, Yorks was not an almighty god, and he also had no choice but to sit in Belst City and wait until the priests arrived.

The next day followed.

Yorks finally received news of the arrival of the priests.

One day has passed again, and now the devil's footsteps have once again advanced the distance of three towns and counties.

There are only thirteen towns and counties left from Brigade City.

And he can already directly perform divine descent, cross this long distance, and visit Brigade City in person.

…

Brigade City.

The most remote town.

The arriving priests did not do anything. They went directly to the church that had been tidied up, accompanied by the town's authority managers.

"Father Makarov, won't the Bishop come?"

The experienced leader of the priests, Makarov, had a dusty look on his face and glanced at the old man accompanying him.

"What? Are we not enough?"

Compared with Marcos's conciliatory attitude, Makarov has always maintained a very tough and resolute style of behavior externally.

The thick iron-blooded energy made the old man Nicholas tremble all over.

"No, no, I just..." Nicholas explained quickly.

"I understand what you're thinking."

Makarov didn't care about Nikolai, he just interrupted him and looked from a distance, looking at the church reflected in his eyes.

"But whether the Bishop is coming or not is not something you should ask. The only thing you have to do is cooperate."

To put it bluntly, Makarov has become a fanatical believer and crazy fan of York. Anyone who wants to know about the bishop is directly defined by him as suspicious.

"Yes Yes!"

Nicholas felt that the priest was a little embarrassed to speak, so he nodded quickly.

"Church, we've got it sorted."

"Ah That's good."

Makarov nodded, and strode forward with the priests who were also dusty and exuding a different kind of iron-blooded style.

First, at the door of the church, he saw a colleague named Idrissa Mback who had not been baptized.

The only cleaner in Brigade City who didn't go to the front line.

Just because he was accidentally attacked by an infected evil spirit during a previous cleanup of rot seeds, and thus lost both of his legs.

"Your Majesty the Bishop will see your efforts."

Makarov looked at Idrissa sitting in the wheelchair and said only this.

"He will definitely come!"

"Father Makarov."

Idrissa grinned and said, "I can't wait to see the bishop."

Makarov nodded seriously. He remembered the Bishop's instructions and walked directly past Idrissa with an expressionless face. A word rang out from him and reached Idrissa's ears.

"You'll see."

Behind Makarov, one of the priests stepped out in tacit agreement to push Idrissa's wheelchair.

A group of people followed Makarov.

As soon as he entered the church, Makarov glanced at it and felt somewhat satisfied.

The church in my eyes is a brand new church.

The benches, statues, floor-to-ceiling windows, etc. all exude a new look.

As if he knew they were coming, even the candle holders were lit with candles.

Candlelight shines.

Makarov pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

He still remembered the Bishop's words.

Prayer is a call, and the Bishop will hear everything.

So, as soon as his heart fell, Yorks far away in Belst City received Makarov's prayer.

"It's just that these words are really..." Yorks sat indoors in the indoor church he built for himself alone, and twitched the corner of his mouth.

He finally saw what his own fanatic followers looked like.

Yorks subconsciously glanced at the statue of Jesus in front of him and shook his head.

"How disrespectful, how disrespectful."

Without thinking much, Yorkist responded to Makarov out of thin air, directly following Makarov's wishes and realizing the divine surrender.

The overall feeling is that the consciousness is divided, and it passes through a space channel similar to a crack.

Open your eyes again.

Yorkist finally saw Makarov and the group of people behind him.

He crossed the vast distance and arrived in the city of Brigade in an instant.

However, Makarov and others seemed not to notice his presence and continued to stay where they were and pray.

Yorks smiled and did not choose to reveal himself. Instead, he turned around and took a look at this brand new church.

"Makarov, what is the name of this place?"

Makarov suddenly opened his eyes and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty Bishop?"

As soon as he said this, the people behind him also opened their eyes, but they saw nothing, only empty space.

"Well, I'm right in front of you."

Yorkist glanced around, looked back and stared at the statue of Jesus and said calmly.

I wanted to continue explaining without making any noise.

"Welcome to the Lord Bishop!"

But Makarov was one step ahead of him, suddenly knelt down on one knee and said loudly:

"Back to your Lord Bishop, the name of the place here is Traken!"

The sound was loud and deafening, and the action was so fast, it was called decisiveness. .

This made Yorks a little speechless.

"Welcome to the Lord Bishop!"

When Makarov did this, everyone behind him knelt down.

"well."

Yorks sighed, waved his hand and poured out his telekinesis.

"Get up."

This sentence rang in everyone's mind, and they felt an irresistible force lifting them all up.

at the same time. They also opened their eyes wide and looked ahead.

In the originally empty space, at some point, a luminous person appeared. His back was so broad that it seemed like it could hold up a piece of sky.

"Your Majesty Bishop!"

Compared to the government administrators who were incredulous and horrified because of the miracle, many priests were a little excited, especially the leader Makarov, who looked very fanatical.

"Um."

Yorks nodded, paying special attention to the middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair, staring at him.

With gray hair, he seemed to have lost everything and became decadent, disappointed and even despairing. Hope seemed to surge from the moment he saw him.

Through the stereo view, Yorkist can see everything behind him without any movement.

But a ray of holy power rushed directly into the man.

Idrissa, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked stunned. He felt that his body suddenly became warm, which made him feel very comfortable.

"this……"

Idrissa opened his eyes wide and stared at the legendary Bishop with a layer of fluorescence lingering in front of him.

"Relax."

A voice sounded in his mind, letting Idrissa know that this was what the bishop had done.

Idrissa opened her mouth and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Thank you, Lord Bishop."

He thought to himself as he watched the Lord Bishop take a step forward.

Yorks also smiled and took the second step.

A layer of ripples appeared on the ground, like a burning flame, spreading in all directions with his right foot as the center, until it stopped on the statue of Jesus.

A fixed ten points of holy power are consumed instantly.

A reminder sounded in his ears, letting him know that the church had been successfully consecrated.

"This place will be called Traken Church from now on."

York continues to name local churches in the form of place names.

"Yes! Lord Bishop!"

There was a deafening response from behind, making his ears ring slightly.

Yorks felt helpless, but couldn't say anything. He could only look at the virtual window that popped up in front of him.

[Traken Church]

[Second Class Church]

[Holy power accumulated: 62 points]

[Number of believers: 2034]

[…]

Things have reached such a stage that this Traken church, which is as remote as the Pluto church, can leapfrog the first-class church and be directly promoted to the second-class church just after it was founded.

“I’m looking forward to the future development,”

What he can be sure of is that Brigade City can skip the steps accumulated in the past and directly give him maximum power.

Thinking in his mind, Yorks narrowed his eyes and said.

“Keep growing and pick up the pace.”

"Yes! Lord Bishop!"

Again, listen to the answers from Makarov and others.

Yorks waved and disappeared in the church instantly, disappeared from the sight of Makarov and others, and appeared in the air above the church, staring in the direction of the front line against the whistling high wind.

He could sense the dark power that covered everything.

"Come on, let me see your power."

With Traken Church as a base, he has been able to directly face the demons on the front line.

When Makarov and others arrived in Brigade City, it was the day he came face to face with the devil.

At this time, with Belst City as the back-up, Yorks had no fear. He wanted to see the true face of the devil in this other world with his own eyes.

What he saw before were just demon seeds. He was curious about what the actual hatched demon body was.

Cthulhu? Dark monster? Visitors from another world? alien?