If it weren't for the advent of the main body, the demon that could materialize would at least have the strength comparable to most of the main body.

He didn't think that the little nun and Healy could handle such an embodied demon.

According to his previous estimate of the 100,000 points of the four-winged angel, most of the people in hell who can claim to be demons should also have 40,000 or 50,000 points.

This is not what the little nun and Healy can achieve.

York's eyes were cold as he watched Brother Jesús leave in a hurry.

He only had one word, if his people died at the hands of this demon, he would go to hell again and kill this demon himself.

If he can't beat it, he will also remember to look for any opportunity to improve his strength, and wait until his strength passes.

The demon is standing still, and improving his strength is measured in decades, centuries, during which he does not believe that he will stand still.

"Before that......"

York stared at the virtual window in front of him.

He wants to confirm his strength in all aspects.

[York John]

[Race: Human]

[Occupation: Priest, Bishop, Professor of Pharmacy, Doctor, Knight...... ］

[All-round constitution: 201]

[Health: 202/202]

[Spirit/Spirit: 290/290 (Note that one point is restored every minute)]

[Mana: 201/201 (Note restores a little every minute)]

［…… ］

"The points on the bright side should be 201 mana * 290 spirit/holy power equal to 58290 points."

Yorkes waved off the panel.

These 58,290 points are not only holy power, but also spirit, and also have the effect of magic power casting, he can consume it at will, or keep it at will, and even have the effect of recovering a little bit every minute.

So his strength is equal to 60,000 points, there is no doubt about it.

But his strength on the surface is more than that.

In some ways, rich combat experience and kung fu can also complement each other.

Coupled with the essential changes attached to his attributes, his actual strength should be beyond the points on the surface.

The all-round physique breaks two hundred, and the power of his punch should be described as tons, plus speed, defense, and so on.

The physical evolution that comes with breaking 200 HP will allow him to regenerate and regenerate and be tireless, which is enough to support his long-term battle.

The spiritual/holy power broke two hundred, bringing a three-dimensional map that allowed him to perceive everything, all-round scanning, magic oil telekinesis, and so on.

Even after the magic power breaks two hundred, it also brings a doubling increase, magic element particles and so on.

Yorkes believes that this is a more balanced template, with all the means from near and far, and at the extreme, he can still fly.

Thinking about it, Yorkes was very curious about what new abilities his attributes would bring him after breaking three hundred.

Still, he didn't stop knowing because he still had his hole cards.

In front of him was a large virtual window and map.

It's something from another world, and this virtual window makes York feel like he's really the king of that world.

Because even if he has left the other world, he can still control everything in the other world.

It's a strange feeling.

Let him feel like he is facing a doll seal house still hidden in the basement.

That kind of casual operation can change all feelings.

After thinking about it, he could inexplicably hear the voices of the believers over there, and give relevant reactions through the incarnation of the gods left behind.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to do it to this extent."

Yorks muttered as he stared at the dim and unrelated virtual windows and maps in front of him.

"What is this? Left, but didn't really leave?

Instead, I became the god of that world? Become the master of that world? ”

Thinking of something, Yorks subconsciously tapped his knee, and his eyes flashed with light.

"It's hard to ......"

He wondered if the next world would also be the second world he owned.

"Can't think deeply."

York couldn't help but glance at the image of Jesus in front of him, and waved away the virtual window in front of him.

Then bring up information about that world.

One window after another is superimposed on top of each other to form a thick window, and only along the line can prove that this window is a superposition of countless windows.

That's the sum of all the churches in another world.

"Belster Cathedral is fifteen years old."

Staring at all the data of the church in front of him, Yorks was a little emotional.

At the time of his departure, Belster Cathedral was only eleven levels, with more than 11,000 believers, and more than 1,100 points of holy power could be accumulated.

Now it is at the fifteenth level, with more than 15,000 believers, and can accumulate 1,500 holy points, which can be configured with two bishops.

Of course, there can't be only one cathedral in the whole otherworld.

"There are fourteen cathedrals like this one at the moment......"

Yorks stared at the very detailed data and couldn't help but ask.

"It's really moving fast."

"But if you can't call it, it doesn't really have much to do with me."

As York continued his research, he found something gratifying.

Since he can control everything in the other world through the divine incarnation he left behind, plus the possession of the saint, he can also mobilize these powers after leaving.

The method is ......

York, with a feeling that he seemed to be born knowing, sensed it.

He found that if he wanted to summon these powers, he could only do so through the Divine Incarnation.

It's like now.

York's heart fluttered as he stared at the panel of Pluto Church in front of him.

Another world.

Ten o'clock in the evening.

It has been promoted to a fourth-order church and is known as the Church of Pluto.

Due to its particularity and symbolic significance, it has been sealed and is only available for clergy to come and go, to admire.

So the empty Pluto church was filled with only the venerable Sister Mirta, replacing the candles that had been lit.

She looked religious, as if she was doing something very meaningful.

But I don't know how long it took, Sister Mirta was walking on the main road with a plate full of candles, staring at the statue on it, looking at this familiar figure and face, and couldn't help but sigh and feel sad.

"Lord, where are you, I miss you so much......"

From the message sent by Pope Marcos, the Bishop was indeed gone, disappearing without a trace, as if he had never appeared.

But she knew that the Lord had always been there, all the time watching them, but they couldn't find it.

That's when it happened.

I don't know if it was my own voice that the Lord heard, Mirta noticed that the statue in front of her suddenly lit up.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the plate in her hand couldn't help but fall, and when she was about to hit the ground, she was controlled by some force and stayed in place.

"Mirta ."

With this gentle voice, the plate was restored and placed back in the sluggish Mirta's hands.

"Long time no see."

Hearing this, Mirta looked at the person who came out of the statue, and didn't know why the tip of her nose was sour.

It is the people in front of them who bring them hope and life.

"Lord, I haven't seen you for a long time, Lord Bishop." Mirta pinched the plate and slowly knelt down on one knee.

"You've always been there."

Subconsciously avoiding Mirta's feverish gaze, York turned his head to look behind him, his gaze was actually a little glazed.

Because that's a statue of him.

It was the statue of himself he had seen before he left, with his hands behind his back and his face resolute.

His statue replaced ......

"This ......"

York couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva that didn't exist.

He suddenly understood why God had abandoned the world.

The people of this world are actually ......

"So when she said Lord, she meant me?" Yorks barely managed to hold back the look on his face and continued to turn to look at Mirta.

Before his eyes, Mirta's expression was as vivid as that of a fanatical believer.

York wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, so he could only stare at her and wave his hand.

"Get up."

……

At the same time.

The real world.

"This is really ......"

Sitting in the Cathedral of Myeongdong, Yorker stared at the statue of Jesus in front of him, looking a little embarrassed.

You know, he's in front of God every day, gathering wool, earning that 0.5 points.

"I didn't do it, they ......"

Yorks was a little weak-hearted and said, "You have a lot of them, you won't blame me, will you?" ”

As he spoke, York's bear guts and whispered, "You've abandoned that world anyway." ”

As soon as these words came out, staring at the image of Jesus who did not react, York blinked, began to relax and continue to deal with what had just happened.

He stared at the virtual window in front of him, and said secretly.

As mentioned earlier, he can also summon the power of the other world through the incarnation of the gods.

At this time, his personal panel did have four hundred more points of holy power, which was the four hundred points of holy power that the fourth-level church Pluto Church could accumulate.

[Spirit/Spirit: 290+400/290+400]

At the same time, York could feel that the doubling of mana had an effect on the four hundred points as well.

Of course, it's not without a price, it's just that compared to the benefits, it's not enough to worry about.

This means that he can still be as invincible as the other world.

It's just that these 400 points are gone when they are consumed, unlike what they have that can recover a little bit every minute.

"So the price to pay for using these 400 points of holy power ......" York continued to delve into.

It didn't take him long before he understood all of this instantly.

This price is not a price for him.

It is only necessary to consume the incarnation of the gods that remain there, and once consumed, the holy power that the church has re-accumulated cannot be used anymore.

If you want to continue using it, you have to deduct ten attribute points and leave your own god avatar again.

"There is always a price for everything."

For this price, for York, the heart is still acceptable.

Because as long as ten points are deducted, he can exchange hundreds or thousands of points of holy power.

And these ten points, he only needs to complete twenty days of daily fixed tasks to earn them back.

"So it's a good deal."

York stared at the four hundred points that were still on the panel.

It's just a consuming Divine Incarnation.

Consuming 400 unrecoverable points + 290 points per se equals 690 points.

With 690 points and 201 points of mana doubling, his strength on the surface of the surface instantly increased from 58,000 just now to almost 140,000 points.

Equivalent to 100,000 points of the four-winged angel.

In other words, he is now equivalent to a real four-winged angel.

"I don't know what Seraphim is."

After scoring a few points on his strength, Yorks waved his hand and scattered all the virtual windows in front of him, looked at the image of Jesus, and continued to think in his heart.

"There is a king of hell in hell, and the king with the title of Satan seems to be Seraphim......"

Staring, York closed his eyes and began to pray.

"Is that so, God?"

The murmur fell, and everything was calm again.

It wasn't long before York listened to the sound of a prompt ringing in his ears and a smile appeared on his face.

In any case, no matter how disrespectful he was, God didn't seem to have given up on him.

"Well, I don't understand."

Staring at the eternal image of Jesus, York had no clue, and even though he was now searching through all the things in his mind, he didn't understand why God loved him.

He can only use all this as a plug-in for the traverser.

At this time, the figure of Brother Jesús also appeared in the hundred-meter three-dimensional map in his mind.

"Looks like there's news."

York took the 0.5 and continued to add it to the spirit/spirit.

[Spirit/Holy Power: 290.5 + (Consumables) 400/290.5 + (Consumables) 400]

What is certain is that after the spiritual/holy power breaks the 300 value, this is like a radar scan, and the 100-meter stereo map with the visual function can be increased by at least another 50 meters.

Seeing Brother Jesús hurrying over, York patted his knees and stood up with his hands propped up.

"When I come back, I still have to work hard."

As he spoke, York turned and walked towards the main entrance, and with a click, Brother Jesús had just opened the door and appeared.

"Bishop York!"

He was stunned when he saw Yorks approaching him, but he immediately spoke.

"I ......"

But before he could speak, and when he had found the address, the bishop in front of him, who seemed to be walking slowly, suddenly appeared next to him.

"Well, now I want to see who dares to bully my family."

Jorks patted Brother Jesús on the shoulder and walked out of his way.

Hearing this, the expression on Brother Jesus' face became more respectful, and he bowed his head in agreement, then slowly followed.

I have to say that as long as the Bishop of York in front of him is there, the sense of security is really indescribable.

……

Also in Seoul.

But in the countryside between Incheon and Seoul, a car appeared in the dark.

Several people walked down one after another.

A young, delicate and very cold woman, dressed in a dark monastic robe, looked at the area where the buildings were clustered and spoke.

"Is that where Father Kim Sun-woo is?"

As the bishop left this world, Erin became more and more cold, her temperament was extremely capable, and a very obvious circle of golden pupils appeared in the depths of her eyes.

She could see everything hundreds of meters away.

If York sees the current Erin, he will feel strange, and the weak little nun in his first impression is gone.

"Yes, Sister Irene."

A monk with a knight's sword spoke nearby.

"This is the address given by Father Kim Sun-woo."

"Hmm."

Erin nodded and looked at Healy, who was also wearing a monk's uniform next to her.

Healy looked at Erin, nodded silently, and then walked to the trunk of the car with Zhang Zhouyuan, who came over part-time to earn his daughter's college tuition and new sneakers.

"Brother Healy, are there really demons here?"

Zhang Zhouyuan resisted a huge backpack, his eyes widened slightly, and he still looked at Healy with some disbelief.

Healy nodded: "Well, it may be a little dangerous, you and I will arrange these things later, and leave quickly." ”

Saying that, Healy said seriously: "You are not suitable to participate in this matter. ”

"Yes, Brother Healy."

Zhang Zhouyuan blinked his innocent eyes, and then helped carry a large and heavy black backpack.

In the end, several people were in large bags and small bags, and walked slowly to the area where the buildings gathered.

(End of chapter)