Burst!!!!

The pig exploded in front of this fist like a fragile tofu brain hitting a stone.

Blood splattered in all directions, splashing on his body, the old man's body.

Under that fist, the pig was missing half of its head and fell crookedly in a pool of blood.

"Father York?" Archibald looked at York, who was also splashed on his body and face, and subconsciously said in a daze.

He still hasn't figured out what the hell is going on.

Instead of responding, York took out another pair of crosses from somewhere and put them on the forehead of Mullen, who was slumped on the bed, and the magic was automatically entered into it.

"No hints, no smoke, no fever......," Yorks exhaled lightly and looked at Mullen, who was opening his confused eyes, which seemed to be back to normal.

"Kid, the devil is gone, let's get some sleep."

Demon possession is not a feeling that ordinary people can experience, and the other party's bloodshot eyes alone know that he hasn't slept for a long time.

Mullen seemed to be sober for a moment, his bloodshot eyes staring at York, and his face showed a look of grievance and gratitude.

"It's okay, go to sleep." York's expression remained unchanged as he put the mantra on his lips.

"The Lord is with you."

………………………………………………

In front of a fire, Archibald, who had been rejuvenated, took a sip of the old man's home-brewed wine, glanced at the scene of the slaughter of pigs in the back, and then looked at Father York, who had been pulling the fire beside him.

"Father York, may I ask you a question?"

In the end, he couldn't bear the doubts in his heart.

York raised an eyebrow and looked at Archibald.

"What's the problem?"

"Why do you think the devil would listen to you and possess that pig?"

Recalling the way the midshipman had been frowning and thinking, York laughed.

"I didn't feel that way, I just wanted to give it a try."

Archibald frowned, still a little incomprehensible.

Seeing this, York looked at the burning fire in front of him, and said as he pulled the stick in his hand.

"How much do you know about demons?"

Archibald thought for a moment and said seriously.

"They are fallen angels, they have hierarchies, one serves the other, ferocious, cunning, evil, ......"

Archibald puts all the negative words on the demon, as if the demon itself is darkness.

York smiled disapprovingly.

"Your basic knowledge is solid, but each demon has its own personality, just like us humans in the light,

That demon just now kept muttering that it was our nemesis, that it was our nightmare, and that it had admitted the title of the king of hell that I had given it, and you think it was inferior or proud. ”

Yorks asked, looking at Archibald as he spoke.

"From a human point of view, do you think if I don't believe what it says, if I don't believe it as the king of hell, will it want to prove its abilities?"

Archibald fell silent, recalling all of Father York's exorcisms.

He suddenly discovered that Father York had laid a trap from the beginning, and he had been agitating from beginning to end, inducing the whole process......

Seeing Archibald thinking, Yorks threw the already burning stick into the fire, got up and patted him on the shoulder.

"In addition to some special abilities and special bodies, demons are actually no different from us humans, the higher the level of demons can invade more channels, and their wisdom is more comprehensive, while the lower level demons are as stupid as the one just now......"

With that, Yorks left Archibald's side, greeted the old man and his family, and then went into the house, took out his mobile phone and dialed Gabriel's number.

As the one who decides whether Archibald is a trainee priest or not, he should also give Gabriel a reply after the exorcism.

Within a few seconds, the phone was connected, and sure enough, the old man had been waiting for news.

"Yorks, what is the result?"

Reclining down on the couch, York looked back through the floor-to-ceiling window at Archibald Road, who was still sitting in front of the fire.

"What's going on with Yvette? The demon used this name to break his defenses and erode his sanity, and if it weren't for me, he would have ......."

"Yvette......" There was silence on the phone for a moment before Gabriel's words rang.

"Yvette is Archibald's wife, and because of a certain demon, she died in front of Archibald, so Archibald joined the church......"

As soon as he heard this, York looked at Archibald's back and could only give permission to turn positive.

"Well, I don't want to be a villain, Gabriel, I agree with his conversion."

"Huh." Gabriel on his phone laughed.

"When are you coming back?"

"No return." Yorks said as he withdrew his gaze and lifted his backpack.

"Nothing, don't call me, I'm busy......"

In the next second, far away in the Vatican, the old man with gray temples listened to the hang-up prompt of the mobile phone and sighed in his heart.

After this last phone call, York did not stay long, he politely refused the old man Mullen's family's reservation, and directly asked Archibald to send him back to the church.

The two didn't say anything along the way, and when he was about to get out of the car, Archibald, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"Father York."

"Huh?"

York's action as he opened the door stopped, and he looked back at Archibald.

Archibald smiled. "Thank you for your teaching and protection along the way, I will remember it."

Yorks glanced at Archibald and felt that the kid was real.

"Congratulations on your turn, but remember, don't tell anyone about me if you don't have to, it's not good for you."

With that, Yorks left the pensive Archibald, got out of the car with his backpack, and walked slowly in the direction of the church.

Archibald, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked up and watched Father York enter the old church and disappear before he pursed his lips and took out his mobile phone from his arms.

The call came by coincidence, just when he was alone.

"The Godfather."

At the same time, the old man, who seemed to be calling at an estimated time, closed the Bible on the table and spoke.

"Archibald, are you alright? I heard York say, you have been attacked by demons? ”

"Thank you godfather for your concern, I'm fine." Archibald showed a trace of exhaustion on his face, and being broken by the demon was tantamount to running dozens of kilometers, and he thought of something.

"Godfather, I want to ask you a question, can you tell me the answer?"

Gabriel's calm voice rang out.

"What's the problem?"

"Why do you think Father York is heretical? Just because of his knowledge of exorcism, which is different from the traditional one? ”

Hearing this question from his phone, Gabriel was silent for a few seconds before speaking.

"Son, forgive me for not being able to give you an answer, it's not something you should know, the church has the church's considerations......"