Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 278 The world is in tatters, but there are always people who can mend it.

In the indoor-sized church, York, who had already put on the bishop's robe, was sitting on a bench, facing the statue of Jesus with his eyes closed in meditation.

He was the only one in the whole chapel, and time kept passing.

When there was movement outside, York opened his eyes, completed today's fixed task, and said.

"Amen."

The process of the inauguration ceremony is tedious and troublesome, but once it reaches the end, it ends quickly.

After the previous coronation and promotion, he has now become a bishop, the true top of the church, so his mood at this time is somewhat different.

The difference is that the difference between the two is too big. Different from the priest period, Yorks feels that he is really freer now.

Because this shows that from now on, he will no longer be subject to any restrictions. Even compared to the old man, the priesthood is considered to be at the same level, with different levels of authority.

"It's a pity that there seems to be something wrong with the old man, and he can't come out for a meeting even now..."

Yorks stared at Bishop Cecil who was walking within the scope of the stereogram and sighed inwardly.

He thought of the old man's very reluctant look during the whole process.

"No wonder it's so urgent."

Yorks now combined with the old man's situation, he finally figured out some flavor.

According to the previous speculation, you must have your own strength to carry out repair work.

Then the old man should be like him. He will not be bound to the church of this world, but will have his own power.

"So, the old man indeed disappeared for a while and then suddenly became the Pope..."

York's mind began to wander, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Isn't this the journey to become the Pope?"

Thinking, thinking, Yorks always felt that it was really possible.

He wanted to continue thinking deeply, but Cecil outside had already appeared at the front door with a scratching sound.

York's thoughts were interrupted. He looked back at Bishop Cecil who was walking along the way. Looking at the calm expression on his face, he only said one sentence.

"Old man, what's wrong with him?"

Bishop Cecil wore a bishop's robe with purple lines along the edge. He behaved solemnly and walked steadily. He also held a copy in his hand that he thought might allow him to understand everything or allow him to make the next step. Action document bag.

"My Majesty, he can't hold on any longer."

Bishop Cecil sat silently next to the chosen man and replied warmly.

"He said it's best for you to keep his best look..."

Suddenly hearing these two sentences, Yorkshire still didn't understand what was going on. There was a trace of complicated and unexplainable emotions in his eyes, but he also frowned.

"Why is it so sudden?"

However, Cecil shook his head and never answered, as if he was instructed by the old man.

"He doesn't want to see me?" Yorks sighed.

Bishop Cecil still didn't answer, he just handed over the document bag in his hand and said.

"Yorks, everything you need to know is right here."

Yorks looked at Bishop Cecil who was avoiding answering, and felt a little helpless. He took the document bag in his hand and started to open it.

He could only watch, what else could he do?
As the document bag was opened, Yorkes took out the documents inside one by one with an expressionless expression.

With this look, he finally knew something he didn't know.

His guesses were all correct.

The whole thing was so simple that he felt nothing at all, as if it was ordinary.

All answers can be found in these documents.

The reason why the church in this parallel world has spread so widely and why it has received respect from organizations in various countries is very simple.

The church also has a mission, which is to suppress the space cracks in various countries and prevent the invasion of people or monsters who do not know whether they are friends or enemies.

Seeing this, Yorks shook his head inwardly. He only had one sentence: the unknown is indeed scary, and so is the crack in space like the fog. It's all based on the same principle.

If the mist incident was not a coincidence and happened to be hit by him, he couldn't imagine how far things would go.

After all, those walking mountain-like behemoths, behemoth-level monsters, such as Behemoth, are not myth-level monsters that can be easily solved by technology alone.

If we insist on using nuclear bombs... Yorkshire only has one sentence, this is reality and not a movie. The best result is that both sides will suffer. Once those parasites are parasitic on the human body, tens of thousands of them can be reproduced in a few dozen seconds. The Gray Widow spreading spiders everywhere can exchange for many lives and resources.

Since the fog that covers the sky can easily block the sun, it means that the priority of that monster world is higher than the world he is in.

The most dangerous place is here.

"Now that cracks in the fog appear, it is said that the world is in tatters."

Yorks sighed inwardly and continued to look down. He saw the church's response.

The world is broken, but there is always a way to fix it.

This method is not too complicated.

It's very simple. As long as one walks in, finds the exact space node in the world connected by the cracks, and then destroys it, the eggshells connecting the two worlds can be consolidated, and the eggshells can even be restored and transformed. Got to be harder.

"So the old man should have been responsible for this role before. No wonder he always disappears..."

Yorks thought of the past. There were not as many supernatural incidents as now, but there were very few. It was a very peaceful time.

This is why, although there are supernatural beings in this parallel world, there are also dead souls, evil spirits, etc., but there are always some people who never encounter supernatural events in their lives until they die.

So some people don't believe in ghosts because they have never seen them.

This was the same situation as in his previous life on that earth.

Until now, the old man has grown old and has no remaining strength. Over time, no one can deal with the remaining cracks, which has led to some changes in this parallel world, so that now supernatural events have begun to appear one after another.

"It's like a fishing net. The cracks in the eggshell are equal to the holes in the fishing net. The fishermen continue to use this fishing net without repairing it, and eventually starve to death. Only repairing can stop this development trend..."

As Yorks read, corresponding thoughts would appear in his mind, and he stopped at the next document.

As for why no one can undertake this repair work.

Because except for the old man and him, everyone will become a real ordinary person as long as they pass through the crack, just because they are bound to this world.

Without the extraordinary, how can an ordinary person withstand the pressure of the space channel?How to break the eggshell membrane inside an egg?How to pierce the protective film of another world?
"No wonder you chose me. It turned out to be a helpless move."

Yorks stared at the church's experimental report above and couldn't help but let out a breath.

He suddenly thought, had the legendary saints in this parallel world also done these sewing jobs?

In this case, are there other saints who are looking for the so-called space nodes in other worlds?

Or died in another world?Or do you say you don’t want to come back...

York's thoughts became more and more scattered, but he did not stop browsing.

Here, he learned again why every country has a bishop and one of the important responsibilities of a bishop.Guarding, the bishop is not just talking about guarding, he is really guarding, but this guarding must also include these cracks that are comparable to the cracks in an egg.

At the same time, the bishop must always pay attention to when the crack breaks out, meeting the requirements of being able to travel between the two worlds.

"Is it like a fog event? The cracks in the fog event also developed over time and underwent some changes before the monsters inside could penetrate and invade the earth. If it weren't for the magic power that has a doubling effect, I'm afraid..."

Seeing this, Yorks already understood everything.

He pursed his lips and continued to read.

Compared to the previous document, this is a map.

The locations of the cracks in each country are marked on it. There are a total of 230 countries and regions, which are densely packed. Some countries even have several space cracks.

This shows that the church in this parallel world is so powerful that it is unimaginable.

There are also some notes attached to these locations.

For example, it has been resolved, it is still in a stable state, it is on the verge of an outbreak and needs to be resolved, etc.

"As for the cracks that have been resolved..." Yorks saw the old man's name, he counted them silently, and twitched the corners of his mouth silently.

"One for the United States, one for Australia, one for Sweden...have you only solved four? It seems very difficult."

Yorks squinted his eyes and stared at the dense cracks on the map that had not yet been resolved. Seeing that there were many notes ready to explode, he silently put the map away.

He probably already knew what he was going to do and the reason for the compromise with the bishops.

Thinking about it, Yorks began to put away the documents, and there was no need to look at the rest.

He knew that the diocese he was about to govern must be placed in the country where the cracks were about to burst.

"It seems that you have been paying attention to me." After buttoning the document bag, Yorks sighed.

"We have always collected what you have done, and the collected results will basically be shown to the bishops." Bishop Cecil replied calmly, but his tone became increasingly serious.

"So they can know how special you are, Yorkist. With your Majesty getting older, our world is in danger now."

York was silent for a moment. He was not hesitant as Bishop Cecil thought, but there was a hint of unexplainable excitement in his heart.

Because in the mist incident, he had already predicted everything.

"...Yorks, actually you are not Gabriel's successor."

Bishop Cecil's voice continued to fall: "He is the successor to the Crown of Gregory. This is God's will..."

This sentence instantly interrupted York's train of thought. He looked at Bishop Cecil and interrupted him first, saying helplessly.

"Bishop Cecil, you should know my character."

As soon as these words were spoken, Bishop Cecil stopped speaking and finally said.

"I understand."

He looked at York, his eyes full of regret.

"of course."

Yorks pretended not to see Bishop Cecil's eyes. After all, being aloof also meant losing a lot of freedom and fun.

"That doesn't mean I don't care about these things."

As he spoke, Yorks recalled everything about that map.

"It seems that the diocese I want to go to should only choose those countries that are about to explode..."

Upon hearing these words, Bishop Cecil looked at Yorks and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You can think about it carefully and we will make concessions to you."

York's eyebrows raised slightly. He understood the meaning of this sentence. No matter where he went, the bishop who was originally responsible for guarding would be transferred.

"Okay, let me think about it."

Yorks held the document bag but did not return it to Bishop Cecil. He stood up and stared at Bishop Cecil.

"Tomorrow, I will give you the answer, but before that, can you let me go see the old man?"

Bishop Cecil just stared at him and frowned.

"I'll just stand outside and take a look. I just need a glance." Yorks said calmly.

"This could be my last look."

Upon hearing this, Bishop Cecil understood the meaning. He stared at the man with a determined look and sighed.

"can."

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In a huge luxurious room.

Yorks sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the old man who was sleeping on the bed. He seemed to be unconscious and couldn't sense the movement outside at all.

"How long has he been in this state?"

In the eyes, the old man's body is like a withered flower, crumbling.

"After returning from Monaco."

Bishop Cecil behind him replied: "Because of His Majesty, the crack that exploded in Monaco was able to resolve the seal, but the consequence was that His Majesty's body was deteriorated."

"He is really..." Yorks stared at the old man and couldn't help but shook his head.

He actually didn't know what to do with the situation in front of him.

Unless he has those legendary things that can increase life span or have the power of healing.

It's a pity that he currently has neither of these two.

Until now, he still doesn't understand that the things recorded in the book may be held by the outside world, otherwise the huge power of the church would have found them long ago.

The world was simpler and poorer than he imagined.

Compared with the previous life, there are only some more demons, evil spirits, vampires like chickens, plus the church.

"Can you give us some time alone? Bishop Cecil, I want to say something to the old man."

After hearing these calm words, Bishop Cecil looked at the man sitting by the bed and the old man lying on the bed like a vegetative state, with a trace of sadness deep in his eyes.

He looked at the guarding clergy, waved his hand, and then walked away slowly with them.

Hearing the clicking sound, Yorks stared at the old man silently, and after a long time he said his first words.

"Old man, you don't seem to know my choice yet...

I tell you now, my choice is to accept your arrangement, seal those cracks, and repair the world...

I will leave tomorrow..."

(End of this chapter)