Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 114 Valak

Although he doesn't have a psychic physique, his magical eyes are not bad.

The star dots exuding white light gradually formed a human figure in Yorks' eyes.

Not long after, a nun and nun of some age with a wrinkled face in a black nun dress appeared next to her corpse.

She glanced at her body that had been blasted into slag, with regret in her eyes, then looked at Irene, who could see her and possessed aura, with a gentle look in her eyes, and then looked at the bewildered, but seemingly Healy, who could feel her presence, finally stopped at Yorks who was standing quietly.

She clasped her hands together and lowered her head slightly.

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

Hearing this, there was a trace of pity in Yorks' eyes. He didn't know what it meant to be imprisoned for hundreds of years, but just by feeling, not to mention hundreds of years, just a few years was already very difficult for him.

Even so, the old nun was still unable to escape, and there was still one last link left: after he personally exorcised the demon, he would perform requiem prayers.

It is true that Irene has a psychic physique and is also a nun, but she is only a trainee nun after all, and her prayers are only used as a source of attraction to notify the nuns and the demon, telling them that they are coming...

"Young priest, you don't have to be too sad." The old nun exuded a holy light, staring at the young priest and smiling.

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

Hearing this, Yorks frowned slightly.

"What did you say?"

The old nun, who was wearing a black nun's hood and a nun's hood, didn't answer, but turned the conversation in another direction on her own.

"Santa Kata Monastery was established from the dark ages. Countless nuns came here voluntarily, praying day and night to suppress the gates of hell..."

This was the information he knew, Yorks didn't make any waves, let the old nun talk there, it was already very rare for a disabled soul body to maintain such behavior habits and sanity.

On the contrary, Irene was listening, her expression became extremely serious.

"It's a pity that life has a limit. Even if we are willing, we will still have negative emotions. The devil lurking in the dark has been secretly absorbing our negative emotions. Over time, his power has become stronger and stronger... ..."

As the old nun said, memories appeared on her face, and she subconsciously walked towards a small candle hole in the wall next to her, only to find that she was just an ordinary spirit body, unable to touch anything.

Irene observed her words and greeted her immediately, recalling the old nun's actions just now, and picked up the tinder box underneath.

However, this tinder box is a product of more than ten centuries, and after a long time, the inside has long been damp and unusable.

"Son, thank you for your understanding, this is no longer available." The old nun said with some regret.

Irene pursed her lips and looked at the priest who had been standing quietly. She wanted to achieve what the old nun wanted to do.

Yorks smiled and nodded, looking at the quiet Healy.

"Healy."

He knew Healy was a heavy smoker like his father, Father Mike.

"Yes, Father."

Without the help of other things, although Healy couldn't see it, he knew what was going on. He directly took out a beautiful and gorgeous lighter from his pocket and pointed it at the small hole with beeswax inside, and then Go to another small hole on the opposite side...

Candles lit on both sides leisurely, illuminating the entire stone room.

"thank you very much."

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

"In the end, His power has become stronger. Our dean noticed this and wanted to use the remaining blood of Jesus to strengthen the seal, but it was a pity that she was only one step away. She was still attacked by the demon's growing power. It has eroded the mind..."

As the old nun spoke, her calm voice began to fluctuate.

"We tried our best to control the dean, but we failed to resist the attack of that demon, leaving only that poor child..."

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

Only Yorks squinted his eyes. He knew that the last child might be the suicide, but he noticed a loophole.

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

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

"Before the dean was corrupted, he hid in another place, but it's a pity we didn't know about it, otherwise..."

Speaking of which, the old nun, who was about to fade to disappear, looked up at the young priest who had been calm all along.

"Sorry, Father, I can't help you with the blood of Jesus."

Hearing this, Yorks just wanted to shake his head to express that he was fine, but the old nun continued.

"But I also found some information about the companion language of this demon. I hope it can help you."

After finishing speaking, she gestured to a book covered with dust on the desk, clasped her hands together, lowered her head and closed her eyes before disappearing, and then exploded into dots.

The stone room returned to calm, only the dim candlelight was shining.

Compared to Healy, who was watching the words and expressions, digesting the conversation about the blood of Jesus just now, Irene kept her hands clasped in front of her chest and looked at the bursting stars, feeling a sense of sadness in her heart.

Yorks glanced at her and comforted, "They will all be liberated and return to the embrace of the Lord."

"Ah."

Irene took a deep breath, put away her complicated emotions, and nodded seriously.

Seeing this, Yorks looked at the star point that had disappeared without a trace, and walked towards the desk.

The things on the desk are messy, but there is an open book and a folded paper that are placed very neatly.

Skipping the paper, Yorks casually picked up the dusty book and looked at it while shaking off the dust.

Judging by the not-so-bright candlelight, the just-opened book has a very abstract image of a demon connected with related patterns.

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

Next to the image is a large old saying...

"Father Yorks, did you find anything?" Healy asked subconsciously while holding the SHAK-12 in vigilance.

"The Defiler..."

Yorks squinted his eyes and read out the words recorded inside.

"The Blasphemer, the Marquis of the Snake, the servant of the King of Fear, who gives people true knowledge and knowledge, and is good at discovering the fear in people's hearts..."

Speaking of this, Yorks paused for a moment. Through this passage, he instantly thought of a demon recorded in the secret room, and chose to recite it silently in his heart.

"valak-valak!"

Swish!
Yorks, who had already been prepared, calmly put down the books in his hands.

Looking at the space that changes instantly except for the desk.

To look into the abyss is to be watched by the abyss.

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

The surroundings also look like stone chambers.

Four ancient load-bearing columns made of boulders support the platform above.

In the middle is an altar, extending upwards, Yorks finally saw the nun.

He lowered his head and sat on a chair made of stone. Behind him were all the official nuns in black monk uniforms who had been howling silently.

Can't see everyone's face clearly, but Yorks can feel the pain of these nuns.

This is the negative emotions and pain that the nuns have accumulated for hundreds of years belonging to the Santa Cata Monastery...

(End of this chapter)