Beauty Roundup: Scientific Exorcism

Chapter 35 Extremely Insulting

"Father Yorks?"

Archibald looked behind him gratefully.

[Two points of magic power have been used]

[Magic value: 130/134]

Yorks nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and stepped back.

"continue!"

Archibald took a deep breath and continued to ask the devil's real name.

However, although Marlon looked very uncomfortable and was howling all the time, he still didn't say its real name. Instead, he responded to Archibald's pressing questions with roars and vague words.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah"

"I'm called a blasphemer!!!"

"My name is Nightmare!!!"

"I am your nemesis!!!"

"..."

The entire room resounded with the screams of demons.

Archibald began to feel the pressure, and the pressure was reflected on his forehead covered with sweat, but he could only ask so hard back and forth.

So, Archibald looked at Yorks again.

"Father Yorks, do you want to continue?"

Yorks nodded.

"Ok."

In desperation, Archibald could only take out the cross and the Bible, raised the cross with his right hand, and picked up the Bible with his left hand, facing Marlon like this, and read the Bible.

"..."

"For we do not fight against flesh and blood, but against principalities, powers, rulers of this dark world, and spiritual demons in the heavenly places.

Therefore take up the whole armor of God which God has given us, that we may be able to stand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. "

"..."

Sure enough, because of the content of the Bible, Mullen became more uncomfortable, but while he was tossing, his blood-red eyes stared at Archibald.

"Bug, you have nothing to do with me! On the contrary, I know everything about you!!"

"Jie Jie! Ugh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"I will definitely kill you! Ahhh!"

"..."

Yorks' eyes dimmed, and he looked at Archibald, whose forehead was covered with sweat.

"The power that demons can wield has grown stronger."

"..."

After reading Ephesians 6:12-13 in one breath, Archibald's brow became more sweaty. He watched Marlon gritted his teeth and continued reading.

However, Mullen suddenly raised his upper body, glanced at Yorks with blood red eyes, and then stared at Archibald in front of him.

"Your name is Archibald Grant! I finally know your name! Jie Jie!"

Archibald was startled, and subconsciously stopped the rhythm of chanting.

Yorks, who watched the whole process, sighed inwardly. "Oh, this breaks the defense, silly boy."

Sure enough, Mullen stared at Archibald with blood-red eyes blinking, and continued to tell more about him.

"Have you forgotten, Archibald, have you forgotten that cat that died in your car?

Do you know who has all the sustenance in the heart of that cat?

"Oh my god, there are so many, and you have sorry too many people."

"..."

Mullen kept talking, and the more he said, the more clear and detailed he was, including what happened to Archibald when he was a child.

The fine sweat on Archibald's forehead became thicker, and his face became more and more ugly.

And Yorks let Mullen slowly break through Archibald's psychological defense like a bystander, his eyes stopped on him, and he silently measured his score in his heart.

If Archibald can resist the erosion of the devil and the pressure of language, and continue to recite the Bible unswervingly, then Archibald is a pass in his heart.

A mature exorcist's psychological quality and structural defenses are basically relatively strong, otherwise the impact of the bloody picture and the heavy mental pressure, and the crushing confession would not be able to bear it, let alone directly face the spiritual erosion that comes with the demon itself.

But to be honest, he can also empathize with Archibald's feelings. If it's because of him, the devil will stare at him, and if it hurts innocent family members, then he will die.

"My God!!! Another girl died because of you? Archibald? Is this girl's name Yvette?" Maren tilted his head and continued talking, with a twisted smile like a clown at the corner of his mouth.

Upon hearing the name Yvette, Archibald, who could still control his mind, suddenly raised his head and stared at Maren, gritted his teeth.

"you shut up!!!!"

Mullen raised his head, his voice seemed to be filled with emotion.

"Oh my God, she died in front of you?"

Archibald fixed his eyes on Maren, with a trace of pain in his eyes.

Mullen continued in that joking and sarcastic tone.

"I'm curious about how you felt when you held Yvette that day?"

This time, Archibald broke through the defense directly, staring at Mullen and gritted his teeth.

"What do you know! You damned devils! No! You damned devils of hell!"

The corners of Marlon's mouth were drawn abruptly, and his blood-red eyes stared at the ferocious Archibald.

"Archibald, I am immortal! I know your nightmare, and it will soon become your nightmare."

The neighing sound fell, and something seemed to appear in the whole room. Archibald stood still and looked at Maren. His eyes were struggling, but the Bible and the cross in his hand fell off to the ground, with a painful expression on his face.

"Jie Jie!!!"

Mullen tilted his head and stared at the indifferent Yorks behind him, smiling arrogantly.

"Uh ah ah ah!"

"..."

"Have you entered hallucinations..."

Ignoring Marlon's terrifying smile and its roar of victory, Yorks glanced at the hallucinated Archibald, began to put down his backpack, and whispered to the shivering old man behind him.

"Mr. Mark, do you have pigs in your farm? When I came here, I saw the pig farm you built."

"Yes... yes, yes..." Hearing the question, the old man's trembling voice sounded.

"Can you sell me one?" Yorks turned around, covered the old man's sight with his generous chest, and smiled.

"If possible, I hope you can bring one over."

The old man stared at Yorks with wide eyes, and asked cautiously.

"Take it here?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Marlon kept yelling on the bed, expressing his sense of existence.

"I am your nightmare!!!"

"..."

Too loud a voice also has the influence of darkness erosion, Yorks simply used magic power to counteract the darkness erosion in the old man's ears, so that he would not be affected by it.

[A bit of magic has been used]
[Magic value: 129/134]

"Yes, Mr. Mark." Yorks nodded and smiled. "The Lord will be with you."

Suddenly the frightening roar could not be heard, the old man looked at Yorks seriously, gritted his gums and hurried away without looking at Mullen.

"Jie Jie!! Is my beloved father afraid?" Ma Lun laughed arrogantly.

"Yes, he's scared!"

Yorks glanced at Mullen and responded casually. He came to Archibald with absent-minded eyes, raised his right hand and slapped him on the forehead vigorously.

There was a snap, accompanied by a mechanical sound [Four points of magic power have been used] Archibald's body trembled as if he was struggling, his eyes instantly became active, and then began to focus.

Under the bombardment of magic power, Archibald walked out of the illusion created by the devil, and in the blink of an eye, he saw the priest covering his entire figure like a mountain.

Archibald's forehead was covered with sweat, showing an ugly and painful expression.

"Father Yorks, I..."

"It's okay, just practice more in the future." Yorks interrupted Archibald, patted him on the shoulder, and didn't ask what the hallucinations and Yvette who broke his last defense were.

"Leave it to me. In fact, the devil is not as terrible as you imagined. On the contrary, you have learned the essentials. It is weaker than you imagined."

Archibald looked at the rumored priest in front of him, subconsciously took a deep breath, his expression gradually stabilized, maybe because of hallucinations or anger, there was a trace of firmness in his eyes.

"I see, Father Yorks."

Yorks smiled, patted the silly boy on the shoulder again, pulled up a stool next to him, turned around and looked at Mullen while sitting on the edge of the bed at a controlled distance.

"Jie Jie!! Is it time for you to appear on stage, you damn bug!" Ma Lun, without holy water and tortured by reciting, lay comfortably on the bed and looked at York.

"Your smell is worse than this rookie!!"

"Is that so..."

Yorks watched Mullen pinch his nose, as if he smelled something, silently pulled up the stool and moved it back a little, then sat down again.

The whole action did not do much harm, but was so insulting that Mullen's blood-red eyes froze for a moment.

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