Although he doesn't have a psychic physique, his eyes that spread magic power are not bad.

The stars that radiated white light gradually formed a human form in York's eyes.

Not long after, a nun, dressed in a black monastic robe, some age, with a wrinkled face, appeared next to her corpse.

She glanced at her corpse, which had been bombarded into pieces, with regret in her eyes, then looked at Irene, who could see her and had aura, with a gentle look, and then at Healy, who looked confused but seemed to feel her presence, and finally stopped at York, who was standing quietly.

She folded her hands and bowed her head slightly.

"Father, after hundreds of years, you are finally here."

Hearing this, York's eyes showed a trace of pity, what is the concept of being imprisoned for hundreds of years, he doesn't know, but just by feeling, needless to say hundreds of years, he is already very uncomfortable in just a few years.

Even so, the old nun could not be freed, and there was one last link left: after he had personally exorcised the demon, he would pray for peace.

Erin is indeed a psychic and a nun, but she is only a trainee nun after all, and her prayers are only a source of attraction to inform the nuns, and also to inform the demon, that they are coming......

"Young priest, you don't have to be too sad." The old nun, who radiated a holy glow, stared at the young priest and smiled.

"This is the destiny of our Santa Cata Monastery, and my destiny is to wait for you here."

Hearing this, York's eyebrows raised slightly.

"What are you talking about?"

The old nun, dressed in a black monastic robe and wearing a nun's hood, did not answer, but turned her words in another direction.

"The Monastery of Santa Kata was founded in the dark times, and countless nuns came here voluntarily to pray day and night to suppress the gates of hell......"

This was the information he knew, and York's did not make any waves, and it was rare for a crippled soul to be able to maintain such habits and sanity while the old nun was there.

Erin listened, and her expression became extremely serious.

"It's a pity that life has a limit, even if we are willing, there will still be negative emotions, the demon hidden in the darkness has been secretly absorbing our negative emotions, and over time, his power has become stronger and stronger......"

As she spoke, the old nun looked at her face with a look of remembrance, and subconsciously walked towards a small candle hole in the wall next to her, only to find that she was just an ordinary spirit and could not touch anything.

Erin observed the words and looked at the expression, greeted her as soon as possible, recalled the old nun's actions just now, and picked up the velvet box underneath.

However, this velvet box is a product of the 10th century, and after a long time, the inside is already damp and unusable.

"Thank you, kid, for your understanding, this is no longer working." The old nun said with some regret.

Erin pursed her lips and looked at the priest who had been standing quietly, she wanted to do what the old nun was going to do.

York smiled and nodded, looking at Healy, who was quiet.

"Healy."

He knew that Healy was an old smoker like his father, Father Mack.

"Yes, Father."

Without the help of anything else, Healy couldn't see it, but he knew what was going on, so he took out a beautiful and ornate lighter from his pocket and pointed it at the small hole with beeswax inside, and then pointed at another small hole opposite......

The candlelight on both sides lit up and illuminated the entire stone room.

"Thank you very much."

The old nun thanked her, and naturally walked to the desk inside, and continued to talk about the unfinished business.

"Finally, now, his power has become stronger, and our dean is aware of this, and wants to strengthen the seal with the remnants of Jesus' blood, but unfortunately she is still eroded by the growing power of the demons at the last step......"

The old nun spoke, and her still-calm voice began to fluctuate.

"We tried our best to keep the dean under control, but we couldn't resist the demon's attack, and only the poor child was left......"

The simple words revealed a cruel reality, and Erin silently clutched the cross on her chest.

Only York's eyes narrowed, he knew that the last child was probably a suicide, but he sensed a leak.

"So the vial of Jesus' blood is gone?"

As soon as these words came out, before Healy raised her eyebrows, the old nun had already nodded.

"Before the dean was eroded, he hid in another place, but unfortunately we don't know, otherwise it ......"

Speaking of this, the old nun, who had almost faded into disappearance, looked up at the young priest, who had always been calm.

"I'm sorry, Father, but I can't help you with the blood of Jesus."

Hearing this, Yorks just wanted to shake his head to say that it was okay, but the old nun continued.

"But I've also found some information, found this demon's companion, and I hope it can help you."

With that, she gestured to a dusty book on her desk, folded her hands before disappearing, lowered her head and closed her eyes, and then exploded into stars.

The stone chamber was calm again, lit only by the dim light of candles.

Compared to Healy, who was observing and watching from the sidelines, digesting the conversation of the blood of Jesus just now, Erin kept her hands in front of her chest and looked at the scattered stars, and a sense of sadness welled up in her heart.

Yorkes glanced at her and soothed, "They will all be liberated and return to the arms of the Lord." ”

"Hmm."

Erin took a deep breath, put away her complicated emotions, and nodded earnestly.

Seeing this, Yorks looked at the stars that had dissipated without a trace, and walked towards the desk.

The top of the desk was disorganized, but there was a book that had been opened and a folded piece of paper placed very neatly.

Skimming over the paper, Yorks casually picked up the dusty book and shook it off while looking.

Judging by the not-so-bright candlelight, the book that happened to be opened was a very abstract image of a demon with related patterns.

A winged child rides a two-headed dragon with two wings.

Next to the image is a large passage of old sayings......

"Father York, did you find anything?" Healy asked subconsciously while carrying SHAK-12, vigilant.

"The Defiler..."

York's eyes narrowed as he read the words written inside.

"The blasphemer, the Marquis of the Serpent, the servant of the Lord of Fear, who gives knowledge and knowledge, and is good at discovering the fear of man's heart......"

Speaking of this, York paused, and through this passage, he instantly thought of a demon recorded in the secret room, and chose to meditate in his heart.

"Valak!"

Swish!

York, who had already prepared, indifferently put down the book in his hand.

Looking at the space that changes in an instant, except for the desk.

Gazing into the abyss, and being watched by the abyss.

Yorks already knew what would happen when the name was pronounced.

The surroundings are also in the shape of stone chambers.

Four ancient load-bearing pillars made of boulders held up the platform above.

In the middle is the shape of an altar, extending upwards, and York finally sees the nun.

He sat on a stone chair with his head bowed, and behind him were all the official nuns in black monastic robes, who had been howling silently.

He couldn't see everyone's faces, but York could feel the pain of the nuns.

This is the negative emotions and pain accumulated by the nuns over the centuries that belong to the convent of Santa Kata......

(End of chapter)