American Variety: Scientific Exorcism

Subconsciously looking at the live broadcast in front of him, Yorks put away his phone, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

While watching the live broadcast, I was on the phone with Bishop Romulo. He already knew all of this. He also knew the address of the live broadcast through the priests who had already gone to Los Angeles.

This means that the matter has been taken over by him from now on.

Looking at the live broadcast that was still going on and Drew slowly walking into the camera, trembling with fear, Yorkes couldn't help but shook his head in the end.

There is a saying that goes well, if you keep playing with fire, one day the fire will burn you.

Now it seems that this suspect named Max has been occupied by other evil things.

He knelt down on one knee, indicating that the demon possessing Leanne was his master or a higher level.

After all, once possessed, one can transcend the previous one or two stages and reach the point where one can exert power with just one word.

The level in hell is probably quite high.

If coupled with the fact that he is also suspected of controlling the Hell Legion, then the demon possessing the woman must be at least the level of a Marquis of Hell.

In other words, it is not much different from the seventy-two-pillar demon god like Varak. As for its level, you have to get in touch with it personally.

Demons of this level cannot be dealt with by a priest alone. Generally speaking, it is the bishop who takes action, unless he is not an ordinary priest.

Just as when Valak's true form appeared, the church had to pay the death of several bishops before it and its legions were beaten back.

"I just don't know which demon it is." Yorks narrowed his eyes out of habit.

From the live broadcast alone, he really couldn't tell.

"Bishop, do you want to go over?" Eileen asked from the side.

From the conversation just now, she probably knew something.

As soon as these words came out, Healy and John Wick in the front seat also cast their eyes over.

"Of course I'm going." Yorks said nonchalantly, and then asked John Wick who was driving in front of him.

"John, do you have a gun?"

"Yes." John Wick's style was as usual, without any nonsense.

After he responded, he controlled the car with one hand, and with one hand free, he took out two pistols from his arms and handed them over.

"HK.P30L, an extended version of the P30, equipped with a customized muzzle compensator, the gun body is 200mm long, the barrel is 113mm long, Brother Healy's special 9mm caliber holy water bullets, the detachable double-row magazine has a capacity of 15 rounds... "

Listening to John Wick's introduction, Yorkshire Kaka quickly mastered everything about this gun. Although he has never used this gun or a firearm for a long time, with the relevant data, he Can find out the previous feel.

"Want to return? Bishop York." John Wick glanced at the rearview mirror.

"No, John." Yorkshire smiled gently.

"Just park on the side of the road."

John Wick raised his eyebrows, somewhat confused as to how Bishop York was going to get there, but he still parked the car on the side of the road.

"Bishop, how are you going to get there?" John Wick was the only one who didn't understand. Healy looked at the empty driveway with a confused look on his face.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"No." Yorks casually stuffed the two pistols into his pockets and turned to look at Irene.

"Eileen, clean up the house when you get back."

Erin blinked and heard that her bishop wanted to go alone. When she wanted to ask her if she could go too, she saw her bishop smiling and saying.

"It's too far and time is tight. I'll take you next time."

Seeing Irene's expression, and remembering how hard she worked so hard before, Yorkist couldn't understand Irene's thoughts, so he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the little nun's forehead.

"The house is left to you."

After saying that, when she subconsciously covered her forehead, York opened the door and got out of the car. Looking at the black sky, it suddenly shot up into the sky and flew towards Los Angeles like an arrow.

This shocked the three people who were still in the car, and they looked at each other. For the first time, they felt from Bishop York a sense of déjà vu as a mortal meeting God and seeing a miracle.

"You can only say that he is worthy of our Lord Bishop." Looking at the black spots that disappeared instantly from the car window, Healy showed a wry smile.

Fortunately, he was in the direction of scientific research, so he didn't end up becoming a deacon monk of the Bishop of York, which would still be of no use at all.

Healy subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror of the car and looked at Irene sitting in the back seat. Although Irene was the same as usual at this time, Healy knew that this deacon nun who had been following the bishop since the beginning had always wanted to do something for her. Bishop's mind to do something.

"I'm afraid both hands have already started to make fists."

Healy glanced at the nun's hands. Unfortunately, the nun's hands were hidden in her robe.

…………………………………………

"Is this what Superman feels like when he's flying?"

Although the whistling sound rang in his ears, York's only feeling was that he was very calm, as if his hearing automatically took corresponding countermeasures.

"good."

Looking at the neon lights of the city below and the darkness outside, Yorks felt a little emotional.

This feeling of flying freely in the air, not restricted by the ground, and being able to enjoy flying to the fullest, really made him feel a very magical experience.

So, York continued to fly upward, he wanted to experience the feeling of Superman.

The altitude slowly increased and the temperature began to decrease, but this had no effect on his physique.

Instead, he felt something he had never experienced in his life, and began to understand why humans want to challenge the sky.

Yorks lowered his head, like a god overlooking the city below and everything.

The change in the atmosphere caused a change in the surrounding scenery and light, and he felt a tranquility and calmness that was completely different from that on the ground.

"Haha." Yorks raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

As his spirit exceeded four hundred, coupled with various changes in himself, he could sense subtle changes in the surrounding environment, the direction and intensity of the wind, various changes in the air, etc.

At the same time, the three-dimensional image similar to the scan finally changed qualitatively after reaching the range of two hundred meters.

He can choose whether to perform human body fluoroscopy or not. Yes, he has another skill, human body fluoroscopy, and seeing their internal structure through the essence of objects, just like using X-rays, and it is within a range of two hundred meters. x-ray.

This brings him a very magical change. Each of his blows may hit the enemy's weak point, achieving the spectacular effect of a critical hit.

In addition to this, while the quality of the holy power has become stronger and stronger, the power of thought has also reached the third level, making it easier to lift a weight with ease.

In a word, his strength is really getting stronger and stronger.

I don’t even know how strong I can be.

Just like now, he feels that his flying speed is not much lower than that of a plane. With the current consumption, he estimates that he only needs to consume six points of mental power to reach Los Angeles.

It can be said that the upper limit of his current flying speed depends on how much his body can bear.

You know, the straight-line flight from New York to Los Angeles is 2,450 miles.

For such a distance, even if you take a direct flight, it will still take about 4 hours, and if you drive by yourself, it will take more than three days.

Thinking of this, Yorkshire let out a breath.

"In that case, then"

The sound of his heart fell, and more and more thoughts lingered around Yorks. His speed skyrocketed again, and a whistling sound formed around his body.

"That should be enough. We'll be there in about forty minutes, probably faster than Father Augsger and the others."

This skyrocketing speed made Yorkes feel that his body was under tremendous pressure and resistance.

But fortunately, everything was still within his tolerance, although there was a vague feeling of scratching on his body.

After confirming that the upper limit had been reached, Yorks used his mind power to wrap the phone in his arms and control it to keep it floating in front of his eyes.

“I don’t know what stage the live broadcast has reached.”

The screen lights up, and the live broadcast inside has entered the next stage.

The demon possessing Leanne is asking Drew to take over Max's duties.

In other words, he assumed Max's position, stood in front of the stage, and performed for the audience watching the live broadcast.

Yorkshire frowned.

He probably knew what the devil was thinking.

In order to avoid the proliferation of supernatural or demonic events, the church has always drawn a line of isolation between humans and the supernatural.

Because once the boundaries are relaxed, the evil camp will have more choices.

There is a saying that hell is against God, and their selection targets usually give priority to humans who believe in demons.

As the saying goes, you must first believe in the concept of the devil, and then the devil will sense you.

Therefore, although there are many believers or many people around the world who believe in demons, most people are in a very vague state.

This is due to the official and church closure and isolation.

Well now, the devil in the live broadcast undoubtedly wanted to lift the cover that shrouded the public.

"I guess the audience is promoting each other, and the number of people is getting bigger and bigger."

Yorks glanced at the number of people displayed in the live broadcast room, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

He believed that the clergy in Los Angeles would definitely do something, but now it seems that everything has failed.

In fact, it was exactly what Yorks thought.

In Los Angeles, the relevant departments have long been in a hurry.

"Sir, I don't know what the reason is, but we have taken all measures and this live broadcast room is still going on."

In an office space similar to a lobby, there are densely packed computer monitors with relevant staff sitting on them.

Someone spoke.

Standing in front of the largest screen, watching the ongoing live broadcast, the biggest person in charge had a gloomy face, and finally said helplessly.

"I'm afraid that supernatural forces that we don't understand have affected all of this. Telling the people in the church about this situation is beyond our ability to intervene."

"Understood." Someone responded.

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The news reached Father Enrico, an old priest who was forty or fifty years old. He looked at his colleagues who came here specially and sighed.

"It seems that this demon came with a purpose. I don't know how long it took to prepare. From now on, this thread will probably exist in name only."

Next to him stood some priests who had just gathered, as well as related deacons and monks.

Each family has a somewhat different configuration depending on the character of its priest, but there is also a group of people who gather together.

Although Los Angeles does not have a high-level cathedral like the New York Cathedral, nor does it have a high-level patriarch like Bishop Romulo, it can still be classified into a diocese, so it naturally has related diocesan bishops.

But no matter what, moving will take a certain amount of time.

I don’t know if the devil did it on purpose, but the address of the live broadcast happened to be the area with the weakest power, and it was also the farthest distance from the bishop of the diocese in Los Angeles.

So it will take some time for Bishop Randall Maciel, who is in charge of the Diocese of Los Angeles, to get here.

Although technology has developed and information is relayed in seconds, they know that in addition to Bishop Randall and his colleagues in Los Angeles, New York has also sent support people, and even the most legendary Bishop York, but In the final analysis, it is beyond our reach.

"So everyone, the next step is up to us." Father Enrico took a deep breath and said.

The colleagues gathered around him were already all the strength of the church in this area.

At the same time, this group of people is also closest to the live broadcast address.

"Of course." Someone responded.

"This is what we should be doing."

There were about dozens of people, and there was an aura of no hesitation in them. For these silently dedicated clergymen, the only way to do justice was to step forward and never look back, even if they were facing a dog that could escape from the concept of reality. The devil who controls everything.

So, led by Father Enrico, an old priest, everyone rushed towards the address of the live broadcast.

But at this moment, only halfway through, Father Enrico received a call from the official department that contacted the church under his jurisdiction.

"Father Enrico, some monster suddenly appeared on the street and is attacking..."

Listening to the anxious voice on the phone, Father Enrico's face became a little ugly.

He looked at his colleagues beside him, and almost all the priests' cell phones rang.

After they answered the phone, their faces were equally ugly.

Apparently, monsters suddenly appear on the streets in the areas that each priest is responsible for, destroying everything, attacking and hunting humans.

Just thinking about it, I knew that it was done by the devil. I don't know how long it had been planning, and the timing was so accurate.

At the same time, Father Enrico's cell phone rang again. He looked subconsciously and saw Bishop Randall's name displayed on the screen.

Father Enrico quickly answered the call: "Bishop Randall!"

Before he could say anything, the sound of Bishop Randall sighing came first.

"Father Enrico, it seems that you should have received relevant notifications, not only you, but also other people."

"Yes!" Father Enrico knew what this meant and took a deep breath.

"Bishop, we are heading to the source."

"give up."

The voice coming from the phone made Father Enrico subconsciously clench his teeth.

"Deal with the immediate matter first."

"Bishop!" cried Father Enrico.

"We cannot let the devil lead us by the nose."

"I'll say it a second time, deal with the matter at hand first." Bishop Randall's voice was a little low.

"It's no use if you go, you can't deal with this level of demons, and you'll just die if you go!

Since the devil wants to lift the cover, let it be lifted. We cannot sacrifice the lives of innocent people in order to prevent this.

As for it, someone will naturally solve it. What you should do now is to eliminate all the evil that appears in the area you are responsible for! "

After hearing these words, Father Enrico's face was gloomy, but he finally obeyed the order.

"yes!"