Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 119 Absorption
He doesn't like the feeling of being seen through, nor does he like this so-called fate.

The thinking of the previous life gave him the simple idea that my fate is up to me.

That is, all actions must be acted by one's own will.

Yorks stared at the key, somehow thinking of the nuns of the Santa Cata Monastery for hundreds of years, his momentum disappeared instantly.

"Forget it, if you are arranged, you will be arranged. It's not a loss anyway."

Yorks walked over with the key.

If he can solve the sealed land this time, the benefit he is sure to get is 40 attribute points.

What is the concept of these 40 points? If you add points to the mana value, it will increase the effect by 40 times.

40 plus the original 169, that is, 209 times, with this multiplier, in time, he doesn't need to do anything at all, holding a holy grenade and enchanting it, it will be a real holy nuclear bomb, and throwing it casually will become a mushroom cloud.

Under Irene's gaze, Yorks stopped in front of the wall, and inserted the key into the same keyhole.

The shape is the same, and the process of inserting it is very smooth. Even though the keyhole is made of stone, Yorks didn't feel any hindrance.

With a click, a cross crack split open on the originally intact wall, and it automatically opened outwards, revealing the contents inside.

Surrounded by ornate silk.

An exquisite glass bottle lay quietly in the center, and a blood-red liquid flowed inside, crystal clear.

"Is this the holy blood of Jesus?"

Looking at the seemingly ordinary glass bottle, Yorks subconsciously reached out to pick it up.

The moment he touched it.

The familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded in my ears.

[Pseudo-holy object: the diluted blood of Jesus, an extremely diluted man-made product, even so, it still possesses incomparable power]
[Single-use item, cannot be recovered]

[Effect: + Permanent 30 points of attribute and one-time 2000 points of attribute (maintain for 1 minute)]
Yorks looked at the virtual window that appeared in front of his eyes at the same time, and squinted his eyes. This is the first time that the system has changed in terms of triggering random tasks and prompting usage consumption.

"As expected of the Holy Blood of Jesus, it is indeed as compelling as you should be."

Listening to the mechanical sound in his ears, Yorks looked at the blood of Jesus flowing in the glass bottle, looked at the [absorbable] virtual window above, and smiled.

"Father Yorks?"

Irene on the side saw the priest stop suddenly, and cried out worriedly.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay," Yorks shook his head, while picking up the glass bottle, he silently absorbed it.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

The only difficulty in this mission at present is to solve the sealed land.

Now that Valak is able to continuously deliver power, this already shows that the seal of the gate of hell has been loosened.

So this 40-point reward task can be understood in any way, destroying the gate of hell or strengthening the seal of the gate of hell to prevent the power of the demon from leaking.

And he has already determined the plan to destroy it, and it has not changed.

Therefore, absorbing the power of the blood of Jesus to enhance one's own strength is the most correct approach and choice.

No matter what, only your own things are the real essence.

[Absorbed]

Hearing the system prompt, Yorks looked at the glass bottle in his hand, the blood of Jesus, which was no longer crystal clear, and wondered what he would look like when a certain attribute reached [-] points.

I had this feeling before, as long as the value meets a certain requirement, it will change accordingly.

"Since the mission this time is about hell and demons, then add it all to the spiritual power linked to the holy power or the power of faith."

As he pointed in his mind, Yorks stared at the reward that emerged from the virtual window, directly adding permanent 30 attribute points and one-time 2000 temporary attribute points to his mental power.

He wants to see if he also has the opportunity to become that kind of existence that avoids evil wherever a saint goes.

[Add points successfully]
[Spiritual power rises from 89.5 to 119.5+2000 (1 minute)]
[...]
With the success of adding points, Yorks blinked, and instantly realized that he was a little different.

As for what it feels like, Yorks subconsciously raised his left hand, which seemed to be shining in his field of vision. To put it simply, his hand was exuding holy light, crystal clear, and even wearing a divine robe. All a little different.

Yorks didn't have the abrupt feeling after his strength soared at all, and everything happened so naturally.

The only thing he knows is that he is really different, so different that it makes him feel strange, and makes him feel that everything can be achieved.

At this moment, Irene suddenly called out, her tone was full of doubts and a hint of panic in worry.

"Father!"

Yorks looked over subconsciously.

Irene was opening her eyes, looking at him, her face full of horror.

"Where have you been?"

He was right there, but Irene didn't seem to see anything.

Seeing Irene reaching out to touch him, Yorks thought for a while, and grabbed her hand directly.

"I'm right in front of you, how do you feel now?"

Feeling the touch, Irene froze for a moment, staring at the front with her eyes wide open, as if she really didn't see anything.

"Is you in front? I can't see you, but I can feel your presence..."

God is invisible?

Yorks squinted his eyes, looked at the confused Irene, carefully felt the feeling of reaching 2000 points, and said.

"Sleep, Erin."

Like holy words, under his gaze, Irene's eyes slowly closed, and she fell down as if her body went limp, and instantly fell into a deep sleep.

"It turned out to be this kind of feeling. Words follow the law, thoughts come true, and everything can be controlled."

Yorks muttered to himself, looked at Irene who was sleeping on the floor in front, and raised his right hand.

Irene then floated up into the air, and floated next to Yorks with his will.

"That's great, the power is really fascinating."

The corners of Yorks' mouth curled up, realizing his current false state. He felt that this holy form like a saint could be released and retracted.

"But why charge..."

Yorks stepped forward, leaving behind him every step that was white and radiating divine light.

At this point, Yorks has sensed what is happening outside, and even the location of the gate of hell has been generated in his mind.

Manifest before others, omnipotent.

In his perception, the entire outside environment was already permeated with the power of darkness, and the mummified corpses of the apostolic paladins climbed out of the dark ground one after another.

Every paladin is fully armed, with a white robe with a red cross printed on it, chain armor, a helmet, and a knight sword...

(End of this chapter)