Either way, as long as the prompt rings in your ears that the mission is complete.

The Yorkers would stop the prayer punctually and conclude with it.

"Amen!"

The time it takes to pray is a matter of luck, and can be very short or very long.

York only thought that the omniscient and all-powerful God had heard enough, and then casually rewarded him with 0.5 attribute points, which meant something.

Darkly, Yorkes really felt this and thought of the related picture.

It made him feel a kind of humanity of God, not the kind of cold, emotionless robot.

"It's your response."

Yorkes stared at the glowing image of Jesus and said indifferently.

Then add the freshly baked attribute points to the all-round constitution.

[All-round constitution 116.5 liters to 117]

"It's too slow."

York shook his head and stood up to greet the believers who had come to greet him.

Today, he is known throughout the town of Yamara.

Many believers will come to say hello and recognize their faces.

After some time, Antonio's big patron appeared in the church with his pregnant wife.

Even the Pedro brothers came.

Chief Lack also came with the officers of the entire police department.

People who have known each other for a long time, many people have come.

If you come late, you can't sit down, so you just stand outside and stretch it all the way through.

What was the funeral ceremony yesterday, what the Mass still looks like today.

Be booked up.

In the midst of everyone's excited expressions, Yorks emerged from the side aisle with a Bible in his hand, and he slowly walked to the high platform with everyone's eyes on him, and began to celebrate the first Mass in another world.

First of all, I would like to greet all the faithful and welcome them to this holy sacrifice.

Opening prayer.

Praise God.

Read the Bible.

Sermon.

……

Just like yesterday's funeral ceremony, this Mass, with the assistance of Mirta, was led by Yorkers as smoothly as yesterday.

As a priest, although he is lazy, this kind of ritual has long been ingrained in his bones, and even if he closes his eyes, he can perform it smoothly.

It just surprised and amazed York.

I don't know if it's the reason why he can master this church, but during the Mass, he can actually hear the voices of many believers.

That's right, the voice of their hearts.

Sentence after sentence echoed in my head.

Yorkes could even directly identify which believer it was from these voices.

The whole process does not require a three-dimensional diagram at all.

The appearance of this believer and the surrounding environment can be directly reflected in the eyes.

"It's just positioning plus clairvoyance......"

While leading the Mass, Yorkes was mindful of these circumstances.

He has long been tempered, and no matter what happens, he won't panic much.

It's just that this situation made Yorks feel a little surprised, and he had a new experience.

He suddenly remembered something.

Is it the same when he prays to God, something like this?

“……”

“…… Please protect us in these last days and give us safety and peace. ”

"Lord, have mercy on our sins and let us have salvation before the end comes."

“…… Save those who do not yet believe in you and seek your face before the end of the day. ”

"Lord, thank you for sending an emissary to give me hope of survival."

“……”

Sentence after sentence, the prayers of the believers fell into their minds.

Yorkes only thought it was very novel, and these thoughts that fell in his head did not affect him.

On the contrary, it made him feel like seeing a few drawers in front of him, which contained countless heartfelt voices, and he could open whichever one he wanted to hear.

That's it, nothing at all.

The most important thing is that when he selectively pulls out the drawer and listens to the prayers of the believers, he seems to be able to give the believers a corresponding response and send his own strength.

It's like talking in the air, remote control.

It was because he felt that he could do this that Yorks was amazed.

"It seems that in addition to being able to control the whole church, I can do this,

Is this a theft of God's authority?

Or is this world or the universe completely a little Karami to you, who is omniscient and omnipotent......"

A smile appeared on York's face and he nodded to Mirta and told her to begin the communion service, distributing communion to the faithful.

This has been prepared for a long time.

Mirta nodded, and led the people to distribute the holy bread and wine.

The bread and wine represent the body and blood of Jesus Christ, which the believers will partake of and share.

And he, the priest, was no exception, and was given communion.

York chose to sit in a corner, silently enjoying his breakfast for the day, and then listening to the voice in his head.

Without exception, it's all thanks and gratitude.

But there were also some special prayers that he collected.

Because these prayers have the factor of the appearance of rot.

"Not necessarily, in case you're sick."

Yorks took a sip of wine and listened to an old woman's prayer.

……

"Lord, save my child."

“…… He had a strange illness, and his feet began to slowly swell, and he couldn't walk......"

"Today, his hand started to swell, which made me helpless, my strength was too small......"

……

In York's eyes, an old woman with wrinkles on her face like an abyss appeared directly.

Where she was, just outside, on the outermost periphery.

Even after the sacrament had already been distributed, they rushed over.

In her, York could see wisps of white faith rising from her and merging into the church of Pluto, waiting to be transformed.

"This must be an old believer who has never given up,

Conscious, her child could be a newly possessed rotten seed? ”

With a sigh of heart, York wrote down the old woman, ate the sacrament in one gulp, and then took a bucket of water beside him and went to the small pool behind the high platform in full view of everyone.

The sacrament is followed by blessings and an end.

Facing the small pool, Yorks turned his back to the believers and began to make holy water through prayer.

He believed that the holy water distributed would surely dispel the underlying darkness throughout the town of Yamara.

No! Today, he's ready to banish the entire town from its potential darkness.

Without the help of his own strength, the hundred points of holy power that the Pluto Church had already accumulated were enough to deal with it.

For a moment, in the virtual window in front of him, the Holy Force data in the Pluto Church began to fall.

The one hundred points of holy power that had been accumulated ended up being only fifty points left.

And the small pool inside has been transformed into holy water, which has divine attributes.

Yorks stopped praying and spoke to Mirta, who had already walked over to him.

"Mirta start distributing holy water."

As soon as these words fell, everyone behind them became excited.

"Did I hear me right?"

"Father York is talking about holy water?"

"Holy water? Will it work? ”

"Oh my God!"

“……”

Ten to ten, ten to hundred, the believers standing outside the church, standing in the front yard, also began to know the news.

The audience was in an uproar, and the same began to look forward to it, and couldn't wait for the distribution of holy water.

And the believers standing inside the church all cast their eyes on the deepest part of the expectation.

There, the legendary priest was filling the pool with one small bottle after another of the legendary holy water.

In today's situation, even if York has no previous foundation and is just a fake, these believers will still form a herd effect, believing that this clean water is holy water, holy water with effects.

Naturally, Yorkes did not deceive these believers.

He was only responsible for filling the holy water in the pool into small bottles one by one, and asked Mirta to distribute them one by one.

As for whether it is enough or not, it is not in York's mind.

Even if the holy power accumulated by the church is exhausted, it can still transform the rich faith into holy power and accumulate it again.

This is similar to a perpetual motion machine, as long as the believers are endless, then the church must not lack holy power.

"If only there was no upper limit to savings, a hundred points every time, it's not cool at all."

With some regret in his heart, York saw that the holy water in the pool had been emptied, and then asked someone to help carry the clean water, continue to pour it into the pool, and then convert it into holy water through the holy power accumulated in the church.

It was distributed by Mirta and the believers who came to help.

One comes and goes.

Each believer was given a small bottle of holy water in his hand.

Of course, there are also believers who have doubts and ask him.

"Father York, does this holy water work?"

This is not just a question for one person, but for all present.

Looking at the restless believer, Yorks walked past him, looked at the group behind him, and smiled gently.

"Of course it works, as long as you sprinkle all these holy waters at home, trust me......"

York looked at the believers gathered behind him, looking at them.

"You'll be able to use electric lighting tonight, so don't worry about it anymore!

As long as you pray to God on the spot while sprinkling holy water, then God will hear ......"

………………………………………………

"Just pray, and God will hear."

The priest's words were recalled in every car.

in one of the cars.

"Do you believe Father York's words?"

The man in charge of driving was a man with a stubble on his face, and Joakim took a deep breath and looked at his wife, who was sitting next to him.

"Believe."

Marie bit her lip as she clutched the holy water bottle that had been handed out in her hand.

"Don't we just believe that the priest will come here today?"

"Yes."

Joakim smiled heartily:

"Then let's try it tonight, I really can't stand this kind of day when I can't sleep well every day."

“……”

Without exception, these conversations are all echoing in the car back to the town.

Everyone is different, and so are their ideas.

Some people don't dare, while others want to give their lives a try tonight.

But what they don't know is that the priest in their mouth is like a god, watching them all the time.

Although it is only to use prayer and thus locate the advent.

"It's up to tonight."

Standing on the high platform, Yorks watched the Pluto Church be upgraded to a second-class church due to the increase in the number of believers to two thousand, and looked at the two hundred points of holy power that began to accumulate on it, and exhaled lightly.

Tonight, he's going to use the Pluto Church to strike at the location, drive out the dark forces of the town, and return the power of faith to the faithful.

The church of Pruto, there are still a few believers behind, but York is already immersed in the analysis of the church of Pruto.

"Yesterday and in the morning, I collected another wave of faith power, which is probably enough for ......"

York clenched his fists and continued to observe everything from afar.

Sandra, an old woman who had come from the town on foot, had asked Mirta to send her back personally.

After all, her son seemed to have signs of rotting seeds.

York also asked Mirta to pray from time to time throughout the whole process.

Therefore, he was able to locate Mirta through the prayers that fell in his mind, so as to achieve a certain sense of coming.

He could feel everything around Mirta as if he had come down in person.

"It's about the same as psychic sympathy."

Yorks sat down in his usual position, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

……

"Ms. Sandra, when did this first happen to your son?"

As they returned to town, Mirta asked in a battered pickup truck.

Sitting next to her, in the passenger seat was Sandra, an old woman who Yorks had specially observed, and she pursed her lips and thought.

"Like...... It's been more than ten days. ”

The old woman grabbed the holy water bottle in her hand.

Mirta was silent for a moment: "Then Wesley has not changed his mood, or has he become a different person?" ”

As she spoke, Mirta, fearing that the old woman would not understand, explained in detail again.

"There was a moment when you felt like Wesley was a very strange person."

Wesley is the son of an old woman.

In fact, Mirta was surprised that the priest did not seem to have spoken to the old woman, but he knew everything about the old woman.

But Mirta was not surprised, for in her mind York was already a manifestation of God in the world, so she would not find it strange that anything beyond the ordinary would happen to the priest.

Mirta was just immersed in the matter, waiting for the old woman's answer.

The old woman was confirmed by the priest that she was not an infected evil spirit.

The space was silent for a few seconds before Sandra spoke.

"Yes."

Hearing this, Mirta sighed in her heart, this is already a sign of possession, and there is an eighty percent probability that it is rotten.

Fortunately, it's just the beginning.

Thinking of this, Mirta began to speed past the vehicle in front of her and hurried towards the old woman's house.

In a moment, Mirta was the first to enter the town, and rushed to the old woman's house as soon as possible.

It was an ordinary, unremarkable building, and it looked like it had been around for some time.

"Lady Sandra, take me to see your son Wesley."

Mirta took the holy water bottle from her satchel, ready to prevent all accidents, but the next second, she was stunned and stopped the old woman's steps.

"Wait, Ms. Sandra."

Mirta withdrew the holy water, put it back into her ordinary satchel, and smiled at the old woman with a blank face.

"We don't think we have to go in."

Sandra looked at Mirta a little confused.

"Why?"

"Because ......," Mirta laughed, "Father York has arrived." ”

As she spoke, Mirta remembered the voice that had resounded in her head just now, the voice of Father York.

"I'll take care of it, Mirta

(End of chapter)