Chapter 271: Chapter 271: Departure
The duty of a champion of justice, regardless of anything else, must involve protection and the punishment of evil.
York felt that since he had already cosplayed Superman with his underwear over his trousers, he should also act according to the character.
Driving the car and following the real-time 3D map in his mind, York, with Batman by his side, wandered around, his eyes shining brightly.
Meanwhile, the car sped very fast, and in no time, they had wandered to the position to the left of the church, about to move to the back.
Buzz! The sound of the engine was not masked at all.
Sitting in the passenger seat, John Wick couldn't help but glance at the priest driving the car.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the priest became very excited tonight after changing out of his usual robes into this strange outfit.
"Father, are you very happy tonight?" he asked bluntly.
Seeing the courtyard, now sparse with people due to everyone participating in the church's Halloween event, lit only by pumpkin lights and colorful lanterns, York chuckled.
"A bit. It's exciting to be a champion of justice, John."
After saying that, York, with a smile, sped up again.
The church itself was protected by a large holy guardian magic circle.
With the church at the center, the radius was a full hundred meters.
Since he had cast it himself, if any dark forces approached within this hundred-meter range, he would be almost immediately alerted.
This meant that as soon as Michael, who was corrupted by demonic forces and affected in essence, stepped into the range of the magic circle, York could sense him instantly.
Ensuring a safe Halloween night for the believers was not just lip service for York.
More importantly, what the God of Death beside him didn't know was what happened under the car after it left the range of the magic circle.
If there were supernatural beings or people present.
The first thing they would see was a series of magic circles instantly forming on the ground where the car had just left, connecting into a whole.
York expanded the range of the magic circle by several hundred meters.
This caused stars of holy power to start appearing in the sky.
This action immediately made the dirty creatures choose to flee this damned place.
In John Wick's eyes, the distance from the church was getting further and further, even beyond his anticipated search range.
Thinking it over, John Wick still couldn't figure it out.
"Father, it seems we're getting farther away?" He couldn't help but continue to ask.
In his view, the further distance meant more loopholes.
Not to mention whether they could find the murderer, just this distance and so many loopholes, he didn't know how to determine where the murderer might appear.
"It's okay, John." York smiled: "Actually, everything is in my mind. As long as the murderer really appears, I can immediately know his location."
Hearing this, John Wick shut his mouth, his words surpassing his understanding.
York didn't mind and his eyes flashed with endless confidence.
He wasn't lying; indeed, everything within a two-kilometer radius was in his mind.
Through the information transmitted by the series of connected holy guardian magic circles, he easily generated a radar map.
Each point on the map was triggered by dark forces touching the magic circle's power.
But these bursting points, if not destroyed, quickly moved away.
"Although there are many hidden filthy things, none are demonic forces, meaning it's not Michael."
York shook his head in his mind, continuing to circle around the church as the center.
As he circled, once he exceeded the defined range of the magic circle, York would set up new holy guardian magic circles and connect them to the old ones.
What was meant to be a defense against dark invasions, with exorcism and protective effects, was now used by York as radar.
Of course, besides being a radar, he also wanted to do something for the believers who have always trusted and recognized him, who have always been silently dedicating and accompanying those around them.
Because he might, with a certain probability, have to leave.
After Halloween night, he was to attend the inauguration ceremony to become a bishop.
So, York was very motivated, and this outing was not just about Michael.
The murderer was not important at all, or else he wouldn't have left it to John Wick.
A series of guardian magic circles connected one area after another.
Where the holy power spread, all were speckled, adorning the Halloween night.
One community after another.
Under the unwavering consumption, all evil retreated.
Stronger dark creatures could still withstand the magic circle, enduring the pain and hiding in houses, while the dark car swiftly sped past outside.
Fiery elemental magic appeared, leaving behind only smoking black smoke and a pile of ashes waiting for their master to discover.
The silent John Wick, sensing something, looked towards the driving priest.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but he always seemed to hear screams followed by explosions, linking together like fireworks exploding in the sky.
John Wick, silent, clenched the gun handle in his hand.
At this moment, although the priest was wearing a suit that made him feel very awkward, he really felt that tonight's priest was indeed very happy.
Not just because of cosplaying in this outfit.
Because the priest was smiling from beginning to end.
Not sure if he noticed him looking, the priest's smile suddenly became even brighter.
"John, I found him."
...
At this time, three kilometers away from Pluto Church and one hundred meters away from York and him.
On a driveway filled with the Halloween atmosphere, a very ordinary car that could be seen anywhere on the roadside suddenly stopped.
In the driver's seat, Michael, wearing a white rubber mask and dressed in a jumpsuit that almost filled the space of the driver's seat, looked down at his arm, including his shoulder.
In an extremely silent atmosphere, Michael saw strands of dark energy rising from all over his body.
He took a heavy breath.
Just like that, Michael remained silent, ignoring the invasion of the magic circle, ignoring the pain like being burned by fire, continued to step on the gas, and kept moving forward.
He could sense the person he wanted inside.
It was getting closer and closer.
Driving in about ten meters, a 'puff' sound rang in his ear.
Behind the white mask, the eyeballs began to fluctuate, and a flame-like shape seemed to appear on Michael's body.
The burning became more intense, but Michael still remained silent, continuing towards his destination.
The inconspicuous sedan entered an intersection.
Suddenly, a buzzing sound.
The roaring engine filled all hearing.
At the same time, a direct beam of headlights penetrated the car window onto him, extremely dazzling.
Michael looked to the right.
In the end, his vision was filled with light, and he could see nothing.
But through the roaring engine and the glimpse of the steel beast, Michael still knew what was happening.
Someone was driving fast, intentionally crashing into him.
Indeed, as this thought passed, Michael felt a fierce impact on the car door beside him suddenly explode.
The sudden impact made him lose his balance instantly, not to mention the intense vibration, just the severe pain made him lose consciousness and recognition of everything.
But in the last moment, Michael faintly heard a conversation.
"John, it's your turn."
"Okay, Father."
Besides,
there was nothing else, only the continuous gunfire.
But with the silencer, it was quite soft.
York had already gotten out of the car, dressed in a Superman outfit with his underwear over his trousers, standing on the other side.
When the gunfire ceased, he looked back.
The God of Death expressionlessly reloaded again, continuing to sweep towards the unrecognizable corpse inside.
"Such strong vitality, it's a pity it just barged into the magic circle. With such continuous consumption, who can withstand it, even if the demon itself came, it would have to lie down..."
York shook his head, continuing to admire the empty courtyard in front of him, then took out his phone.
Cleaning up the scene, who could do it better than the officials.
Finding Jeffrey's number, he casually dialed it.
Soon, Jeffrey's voice came from the phone.
York looked up at the stars rising in his eyes and smiled:
"Happy Halloween, Jeffrey, I have something."
...
"Thank you."
The very efficient Laurie, holding her youngest daughter in one arm and leading her yawning eldest daughter with the other, sincerely thanked the serene nun in front of her.
"You spent the day with my unruly daughters, Sister Eileen."
By this time, the outside had begun to quiet down, and some adults chose to stay to clean up.
The colorful lights still shone brightly, and the joy and laughter of the whole night seemed to echo in the air.
In her eyes, she didn't know if it was the priest's doing, but the whole sky was filled with holy power, and it was because of this force that she was able to participate in the event with peace of mind.
The event was very successful.
Eileen revealed a tired but sufficient smile.
"Mrs. Laurie, I should thank them. Without Olga and them, I wouldn't have experienced so many new things."
Hearing this, Mrs. Laurie looked down at her two daughters with a gentle face, but a hint of worry appeared in the depths of her eyes.
This fleeting expression was caught by Eileen.
"Mrs. Laurie, you seem a bit distracted tonight, did something happen?"
Laurie looked up at the nun.
"If there's anything I can help with, you can tell me," Eileen smiled.
Laurie hesitated for a moment but shook her head firmly.
"It's nothing, I'm just a bit tired from work recently."
Laurie seemed to deliberately avoid the topic.
"Sorry, I still have to take Olga and them back to bathe, goodbye, Sister Eileen."
Eileen silently noted this, but seeing Mrs. Laurie, she could only nod.
"Goodbye, Mrs. Laurie."
Mrs. Laurie nodded apologetically and prepared to leave.
Eileen stood quietly in place.
But at this moment, both of them heard a greeting from outside.
"Father."
Eileen immediately looked towards the source of the sound.
She found that the priest, who had been absent from the event all night, casually walked in from the outside.
However, his Superman cosplay outfit still made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
Besides this, Eileen also noticed that tonight's priest seemed very happy.
He was holding a rope in his hand, and she couldn't see what was at the end of the rope clearly, only that it was white.
"Father York."
Only when he approached did Eileen clearly see what was under the rope.
"The white mask Father wore tonight?" she thought.
However, what Eileen didn't notice was that Mrs. Laurie, who turned to face the priest, had already widened her eyes in disbelief.
"Hmm."
Hearing Eileen's greeting, York responded with a hum, then looked at Laurie, who was staring at him with wide eyes, smiled, and handed the rope to her.
"Mrs. Laurie, happy Halloween."
Laurie took a deep breath, silently accepting the rope handed over by the priest, sincerely thanking him.
"Thank you for your blessing, Father York."
But as if this sentence couldn't fully express her gratitude, Laurie said again.
"Thank you, thank you, Father, I..."
But before she could finish, the priest in front of her smiled and shook his head.
At this moment, regardless of anything else, Laurie understood the priest's meaning, she took a long breath as if her whole body instantly relaxed.
York's smile was brilliant, under Laurie's relaxed gaze, he bent down to pinch the cheeks of Olga, who was fanning her big eyes and dressed as a little princess with two braids.
Then he nodded to Mrs. Laurie and walked into the church with a puzzled Eileen.
Leaving the cute Olga looking up at her mother.
"Mom, was that Uncle York just now?"
"Yes,"
Laurie's eyes were free of worry, she touched her eldest daughter's head, looking at the priest and nun who had entered the church and said gently.
"Let's go back and take a bath."
...
The church's decorative lights hadn't been taken down yet.
Compared to before, there seemed to be a bit more of a festive atmosphere.
The priest dressed as Superman led, followed by the nun.
"Father, where is Mr. John?"
The voice sounded from behind.
"John?"
York unconsciously recalled John Wick's mission, to be honest, he couldn't say that John went to burn a monster to prevent it from resurrecting, burning until no trace would be left before coming back.
Thinking for a moment, York quickly found a reason to cope:
"He went home to handle some things."
Hearing this, Eileen fell silent, not asking any further.
But when the priest suddenly stopped in front, she had to stop as well.
"What's wrong, Father?"
"Nothing..." York raised his head, staring at the statue of Jesus illuminated by the light, seemingly fully prepared to say.
"Eileen, get ready to leave this place."
"Huh?"
Eileen was stunned for a moment but instantly thought of the priest's promotion to bishop.
"Tonight, after this, we'll probably have to set off."
York looked around the church that hadn't changed for many years with some emotion.
"I don't know if I'll be transferred, but to be honest, I'm quite reluctant to leave."
Eileen pursed her lips, looking at the priest's back.
"But it's okay, I've done everything I should, now there are no regrets."
York said with a smile and walked towards the depths.
Behind him, the nun in a black robe silently followed.
The night of Halloween officially ended at this moment.
Centered on Pluto Church, residents within a few kilometers began to enter sleep with the beautiful tiredness of the night.
...
Early the next day.
York was already sitting at the dining table enjoying the simple breakfast made by Eileen, as usual, looking at his phone, his idle fingers sliding on it.
The chat records were mostly about last night's event.
How perfect it was, how happy, looking forward to the next Halloween event.
Many believers also sent some corresponding group photos.
These group photos included Eileen.
Staring at a group photo with a little nun smiling brighter than ever, York couldn't help but smile.
He almost forgot about Eileen's age stage, the twenties is the prime of youth and vigor, and young people should indeed live freely.
"I should pay more attention in the future." York stared at the little nun, his eyes soft.
And there were some other things
.
That is, the always silent Katy Sloth appeared, saying last night was the most comfortable night she had slept in recently, with no more disturbances, and she no longer had nightmares that would suddenly wake her up.
"So the previous situation wasn't resolved yet? Really stubborn, if it weren't for me last night..."
York silently browsed through, he could only think this girl, who seemed not a believer, didn't really trust him, but fortunately, the outcome was good, continuing to flip to the next page.
Then... there was no more then, breakfast always comes to an end.
After breakfast, York went to Pluto Church, just arriving at the main building to find some clergy in monk robes waiting for him.
Eileen silently accompanied him, looking a bit small among these knights with swords.
The believers sitting on the benches also looked this way, including the freshly cleaned Robert and the calm John Wick.
His appearance was like a huge magnet, instantly attracting everyone's gaze.
"Father York, I am Monk Asel Horn, we came over this time..." A notable monk among the five walked out, introducing himself first.
But when it came to stating their purpose, Asel monk saw the soon-to-be bishop priest raise his hand, he instinctively stopped talking.
"Not here."
York looked at Asel monk, who was vastly different in stature from John Wick, and said with a gentle smile, "Can you give me some time?"
Asel monk instinctively looked around and realized that everyone was looking this way.
"Of course, Father York." Asel monk seemed to understand the priest's intention and respectfully said.
"We'll wait for you outside."
York nodded, slowly walked over, ready to change clothes.
He spent all this time in prayer and delegation, such as telling the old believers present that he and Eileen would take a long trip.
And to let John Wick and Robert watch over Pluto Church while he was away.
In short, try to keep the doors open every day, allowing the believers to maintain their daily prayers.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone in the church, York, accompanied by Eileen, went outside to the waiting Asel and other monks responsible for escorting them all the way.
"Monk Kenny, good morning."
The one responsible for transporting them to the airport was still the same monk.
Monk Kenny, sitting in the driver's seat, looked at the rearview mirror, saw the priest and nun settle down, and replied seriously.
"Good morning, Father York, Sister Eileen."
After returning the greeting, Kenny monk continued respectfully.
"I am tasked with taking you to Kennedy International Airport."
Seeing Kenny monk's rigid demeanor, York smiled.
"Then let's set off."
"Yes, Father York."
As Kenny monk replied, the comfortable shuttle car slowly left the original location, leaving Pluto Church.
On a whim, York unconsciously looked out the window, everyone from the church, not knowing when, had come out, silently standing at the door sending them off.
"Eileen, when is the winter charity event?" York, looking at the slowly disappearing scene, asked.
"December 1st, Father." Eileen replied.
"To prevent us from not being able to come back, I've already handed these matters to Robert, it shouldn't affect the progress of the winter charity."
Hearing this, York thought of something and laughed: "No wonder Robert's face looked a bit off."
York leaned back in the seat, sinking into the soft embrace of the backrest, and said with a laugh.
"Let's see then."
Saying this, York stopped talking, his thoughts already drifting to the old man who stood above everyone else.
Whether they could come back depended entirely on the old man, he had too many questions needing the old man's answers.
Meanwhile.
As York was thinking this, in a luxurious room, a voice weak to the extreme sounded.
"Has York left now?"
Standing by the bed, watching over, Bishop Cecil pressed his lips together, staring at the old man on the bed, said somberly.
"He has left, Your Holiness."
The old man showed a smile and said, "I haven't seen this kid for a long time, I'm looking forward to it."
Bishop Cecil remained silent.
"Cecil, go with that treatment plan."
These words made Bishop Cecil take a deep breath, staring at the old man but still not speaking.
The old man didn't mind, smiling: "That kid has sharp eyes, I want to be in the best condition for his priesthood promotion."
Hearing this, Bishop Cecil finally spoke:
"Your Holiness, your body."
"My body?" The old man directly interrupted, staring at Bishop Cecil: "I know my own body."
The old man's gaze was calm, with an undeniable look:
"Cecil, this is my command."
His voice softened again: "And my request, I'd rather stand than lie down to return to the Lord's embrace."
With these words, Bishop Cecil no longer had the right to refuse, he sighed inwardly, bowed deeply, and said:
"Yes, Your Holiness Gregory."
...
The conversation fell, dissipating into nothingness.
Far in America, Kennedy Airport, a plane with the church's emblem had already taken off.
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