The day after a night of partying in the city.

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

Yorkes took the papers from Marcos's hand and smiled mildly.

Although Marcos in front of him looked no different from usual, he had a clear view in front of him.

Apparently this guy didn't sleep all night last night.

Thinking of last night's all-night revelry in the city, York had bad intentions.

These all-night partying guys must have yawned from time to time today and were deducted from their wages by their bosses.

Marcos was a little embarrassed and smiled.

He really didn't sleep all night last night, and he threw himself into the carnival.

Not only him, but all the clergy.

It's been a long time since they've been so happy, and that state of being completely relaxed and not thinking about anything else is really addictive.

Marcos glanced at the bishop in front of him, and he knew that everything was due to the bishop.

Therefore, he and his colleagues unanimously decided to consult with the authorities and officials to make today a holiday.

A festival of relaxation for all to commemorate last night's moment.

As for whether the authorities will refuse or not, he did not think about this at all.

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

"Huh?"

Yorkes ignored Marcos' expression and his gaze swept over the papers in front of him.

In any case, reports in document form are never outdated.

On it, he saw a riot on the network.

The other two cities already knew about the situation in Belster City through the Internet, and with the large ball of light they saw at night, they strongly asked him, the Bishop, to go to where they were.

However, the netizens in Belster were unwilling, as if to defend themselves.

Eventually, the two sides quarreled violently.

What does this make him say, it always feels a little awkward.

It's like you've come to a past life.

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

What he cares about is the situation on the front line.

After all, the purpose of last night's operation is also this.

"It worked......"

York's eyes narrowed and he looked up at Marcos in front of him.

"The demon isn't pushing forward?"

Marcos bowed his head slightly: "Yes, Lord Bishop, the people on the front line have found that the footsteps of the evil spirits have stopped. ”

"It seems that the demons over there finally know about my existence."

Yorkes said indifferently: "That's okay, let them be suspicious first, and buy us a little time." ”

Marcos bowed his head deeply and nodded yes.

"Yes! Your Excellency the Bishop. ”

York continued to look at the next page, now that the demon knew of his existence and saw the situation of last night, he felt his power from it, and he hesitated for a moment.

That means his actions last night were working.

In this case, then their side has to take advantage of this time difference and seize the time to act.

One ring after another.

He could see where the priests, who had just left last night, had arrived.

There is also the time of inference above.

"Even if there is a plane, will I be able to get to Briged the day after tomorrow?" Yorks shook his head in his heart, although these three cities are next to each other, their territory is unusually large.

"Then wait two more days."

York put down the Chinese piece in his hand, and did not look at the rest of the little things.

Marcos nodded respectfully, "Yes, Lord Bishop." ”

As he spoke, his expression changed slightly, and he did not immediately retreat, and Yorkes asked, "What else is the matter?" ”

Hearing this, Marcos cautiously said, "Those authorities want to meet you." ”

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

"I don't see, I'm only in charge of the demons, and you take care of the rest."

What authorities are not authorities, he is directly lazy, and throws this docking matter directly to Marcos, anyway, after his suggestion, Marcos should know how to do it.

Marcos bowed his head deeply, made up his mind in his heart, and decided not to say anything about the authorities in the future:

"Yes! Your Excellency the Bishop. ”

With that, he immediately retreated and left York's sight.

"Alas, fourteen days."

Seeing this, Yorks lay down straight to the back chair and sighed.

To be honest, he's still a little homesick.

The main thing is the apocalyptic atmosphere here, which he really doesn't like, and at the same time, the food is a little uncomfortable.

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

Therefore, the food has always been less meat, and it can be said that sometimes there is no meat at all.

As you can imagine, when meat becomes a scarce food, this tastes ......

Thinking of this, York closed his eyes.

…………………………………………

The first day was uneventful.

The difference is 0.5 more stat points.

With more news that the demon continued to advance, four towns and counties fell again on the front line.

With only sixteen towns and counties left, the demon's infected-footsteps can reach the heart of humanity: Brigdal City.

In the end, it only brought you a day.

Yorks was not an all-powerful god on this news, and he had no choice but to sit in Belster and wait for the priests to arrive.

The next day followed.

Yorks finally waited for the news of the arrival of the priests.

The day passed again, and now the demon's footsteps had once again advanced the distance of three towns and counties.

There are only thirteen towns and counties left from the city of Brigdal.

And he could already go directly to the gods, cross this long distance, and visit the city of Briged in person.

……

City of Brigde.

One of the most remote towns.

The priests who arrived, without doing anything, went directly to the church, which had been put in order, accompanied by the authorities of the town.

"Father Makarov, isn't the Bishop coming?"

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

"What? Not enough with us? ”

Compared with Marcos's amiable attitude, Makarov has always maintained a very tough and resolute style to the outside world.

The thick iron-blooded aura made the old man Nikolai tremble.

"No, no, I'm just ......," Nikolai quickly explained.

"I know what you're thinking."

Makarov didn't care about Nikolai, just interrupted him, looked at the distant and looked at the church reflected in his eyes.

"But whether the Bishop is here or not is not for you to ask, the only thing you have to do is to cooperate."

To put it bluntly, Makarov has become a fan of York, and anyone who wants to know about the Bishop is directly defined by him as suspicious.

"Yes! Be! ”

Nikolai felt that the priest was a little difficult to speak, and he nodded quickly.

"Church, we've got it in order."

"Well, that's good."

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

First, at the door of the church, he met a colleague who had not been baptized, named Idrisa Mbak.

The only cleaner in the city of Briged who did not go to the front.

It's just that he was accidentally attacked by an infected evil spirit during a previous cleansing of the rot, and he lost his feet.

"Your Excellency, Bishop, will see your efforts."

Makarov looked at Idrissa in a wheelchair and had only one sentence.

"He's coming!"

"Father Makarov."

Idrissa grinned, "I can't wait to meet the Bishop. ”

Makarov nodded earnestly, he remembered the bishop's command, and stepped directly to Idrissa's side with a blank face, and the words sounded in him, and also reached Idrissa's ears.

"You'll see."

Behind Makarov, the priests tacitly stepped out of one of them and pushed Idrissa's wheelchair.

The group followed behind Makarov.

As soon as he entered the church, Makarov swept his eyes, still feeling a little satisfied.

The church in my eyes is a brand new church.

Row stools, statues, floor-to-ceiling windows, etc., all smell of new products.

As if knowing that they were coming, even the candle stands were lit with candles.

Candlelight shines.

Makarov pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

He still remembered the words of the Bishop.

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

So, as soon as his heart fell, Yorks, who was far away in the city of Belster, received Makarov's prayer.

"It's just that these words are really ......," York's mouth twitched, as he sat indoors, and he was the only one in the indoor church.

He had seen what his own fanatics were like.

York subconsciously glanced at the image of Jesus in front of him and shook his head.

"Great disrespect, great disrespect."

Without thinking much about it, Yorkes responded to Makarov as if out of thin air, and directly followed Makarov's heart to achieve divine descent.

The overall feeling is as if consciousness has been divided, and it has penetrated a spatial passage that resembles a crack.

Open your eyes again.

York finally met Makarov and a group of people behind him.

He traveled a long distance and arrived in the city of Brigde in an instant.

However, Makarov and the others continued to stay where they were and pray, as if they were not aware of his presence.

Yorkes smiled, and instead of choosing to appear, he turned to look at the brand-new church.

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

Makarov suddenly opened his eyes and asked tentatively: "Lord Bishop?" ”

As soon as these words fell, the people behind him also opened their eyes, but they didn't see anything, only empty space.

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

York swept around, withdrew his gaze and stared at the statue of Jesus, and said indifferently.

I wanted to continue to explain, don't make a noise.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

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

"Back to the Bishop, the name of this place is Trakken!"

The sound is loud, deafening, and the action is swift, that is called a decisive.

This left York's heart a little speechless.

"Greetings, Your Excellency!"

In doing so, Makarov brought everyone behind him to their knees.

"Ugh."

York sighed and waved his hand.

"Get up."

This sentence sounded in everyone's minds, and they only felt that an irresistible force had lifted them all up.

Meantime. They also opened their eyes wide and looked ahead.

The space was originally empty, but at some point, a glowing person appeared, and the width of his back seemed to hold up a piece of sky.

"Your Excellency, Bishop!"

Compared with the authorities who were inconceivable and horrified because of the miracles, many priests were a little excited, especially Makarov, who was very fanatical.

"Hmm."

York nodded, paying particular attention to the middle-aged man in his wheelchair, staring at him.

The gray hair, the appearance of decadence, disappointment and even despair as if he had lost everything, seemed to be surging with hope from the moment he saw him.

Through the stereogram, York can see everything behind without any movement.

But a holy power rushed directly into the man.

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

"This ......"

Idrissa's eyes widened, staring at the legendary Lord Bishop with a layer of fluorescent light in front of her.

"Relax."

A voice rang out in his head, letting Idrissa know that it was the Bishop's doing.

Idrissa opened, the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

"Thank you, Your Excellency."

He thought to himself as the Lord Bishop took a step forward.

Yorkes smiled as well, and took the second step.

A layer of flame-like ripples sprung up on the ground, spreading in all directions, centered on his right foot, until it stopped at the image of Jesus.

The fixed ten points of holy power are instantly consumed.

The reminder ringing in his ears let him know that this church has been successfully consecrated.

"From now on, this will be called Tralaken Church."

Yorks still continue to name local churches in the form of place names.

"Yes! Your Excellency! ”

There was a deafening response behind him, and his ears rattled slightly.

Yorkes was helpless, but he couldn't say anything, he could only look at the virtual window that popped up in front of him.

[Trakken Church]

[Secondary Church]

[Accumulated Holy Power: 62]

[Number of believers: 2,034]

[……]

Things have fermented to this point, and this Trakken church, which is as remote as Pluto Church, has just been created and can go straight to the first level of the church.

"I'm looking forward to the next development,"

What he can be sure of is that Briged City can skip the pace accumulated in front of him and directly give him maximum strength.

Thinking to himself, York's eyes narrowed and he spoke.

"Continue to develop and speed up."

"Yes! Your Excellency! ”

Again, listen to the answer of Makarov and others.

Yorkes waved his hand and disappeared into the church in an instant, disappeared from the sight of Makarov and others, and appeared in the air above the church, staring in the direction of the front line in the face of the whistling high wind.

He could feel the dark power that enveloped everything.

"Come, show me your power."

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

When Makarov and the others arrived in the city of Brigde, it was the day when he came face to face with the demon.

At this time, with the city of Belster as the logistics, Yorks has no fear, he wants to see the true face of the demons of this other world.

What he saw earlier was only a demon seed, and he was curious about what this really hatched demon body was.

Cthulhu? Dark monsters? A visitor from another world? Alien?

(End of chapter)