Capítulo 242: Chapter 242: The Sun
Unfortunately, reality does not always follow one's wishes or York's will.
Marum even directly stopped the sacrifices behind him, calmly stating, "Enough."
The person who had just stepped forward behind him stopped his suicidal sacrifice at these words, obediently putting away his knife, his face cold and indifferent.
Beneath his feet lay several bodies, not in human shape anymore, as if the last screams were still lingering in the void.
"Keep moving."
Marum, expressionless, held the umbilical cord in his hand, constantly using the medium's methods to sense the child's location.
Testing the waters had no effect.
The child was still at the original location.
According to the sacrificers' wishes, those undead should have killed the child's family by now and captured him.
But now, it seemed as if nothing had happened, and they had already lost ten people.
The power obtained from the sacrifice of ten people, the undead they summoned, should have been enough to withstand a hundred-man army squad and even slaughter them thoroughly. Yet now, they vanished so quickly.
"This means the people over there are very strong."
Thinking of this, Marum squeezed his right hand, which was constantly burning and causing him ongoing burns, his cold expression revealing a hint of ferocity.
"So, who exactly is over there!"
Marum suddenly realized he might have made some miscalculations.
At the same time, a sudden unease surged in his heart.
But he suppressed it the next second.
"I'm tired of hiding!" As Marum walked, his expression grew increasingly ferocious, even leaning towards savagery.
He wanted to live in this world, even to control it.
"As long as... as long as I summon the demon recorded in the book, as long as I provide it with a perfect vessel, I will get a wish!"
Marum's dark aura became even more chaotic.
"No matter who stands in the way, no matter what it is, nothing can stop my steps."
Marum sped up, getting closer and closer, and suddenly stopped when he was only five hundred meters away, staring coldly at the house that seemed already within reach, emitting a dim light.
"We must destroy this house, and everything in it! Move on to the next phase."
As his words fell, five people stepped forward, wearing hooded black robes with their faces unseen, but taking step by step towards the house, passing by Marum under his cold gaze, stepping on the dry branches and leaves as they advanced.
"Sure enough, these people wouldn't give up after such a great sacrifice." York watched the five red dots on the screen getting closer, recalling the information from Bangkok.
"Probably this is the medium's sacrifice, to summon the demon."
York then looked at the thirty-two red dots that had stopped.
"So many of them, a full-out effort?"
York returned his gaze to the suddenly stopped red dots, his posture still unchanged, only diverting a bit of his attention to his personal panel.
"Not much mana consumed, spirit/divine power still at 141, should be enough if used together, but still, I should try to save some."
Thinking this, York looked past the virtual window, as if he could see the fierce suicidal sacrifices and even hear the demons' roars, though he didn't know their forms.
Then, the speed of the five red dots at the forefront increased.
"Time to move a bit."
Following the thought, York stood up for the first time, slowly walked to the dining table in the living room, picked up a belt loaded with ten holy grenades, and leisurely walked to the door.
In this little time he spent, besides the increasingly clear noise and howls in his ears, his deep red pupils already saw the five demons two hundred meters away.
The forms of the five demons were different, distinctly different from the consistent appearance of the demon legions.
The only similarity was the characteristics of hell.
Their appearances were not like humans or beasts, twisted and terrifying, their skin red as blazing fire, strong and massive, their muscles revealing dark power, emanating a scorching and destructive aura, their eyes pitch black, devoid of any light, like an abyss, and their long, sharp fangs emitted a fierce aura capable of tearing everything apart. Tall horns extended from their foreheads, shimmering with an evil glow.
"Low-level demons summoned by the lowest class of mediums."
York, enlightened, pulled out a holy grenade, ready to welcome the arrival of these five demons. However, he suddenly remembered the female demon from the Jesse Building.
"Much prettier than these five."
York muttered, watching the five demons rapidly closing in within a hundred meters, their bodies shrouded in dark miasma seeming to bring despair, feeling the ground vibrate, and prepared to throw.
"Eat my holy shell!"
Following the thought, York single-handedly pulled the grenade pin and fiercely threw it forward.
With the physique breaking a hundred, his full strength exploded at this moment.
As the grenade was thrown, the air was blasted open, creating a roaring explosion sound.
Beneath the explosion, the grenade instantly flew over a dozen meters towards the five demons charging in.
"Roar!"
The five demons, sensing something, roared in rage, heedlessly continuing their charge.
In an instant, the two collided at ninety meters.
The closest demon, seeing the small object in front of it, casually swatted it away.
York's lips curled slightly, as if seen by him, and he lightly said, "Explode!"
At that instant, before the demon could hit it, the holy grenade exploded in mid-air.
Holy light burst forth from the cracks first.
This instilled a strong sense of crisis in the five demons.
Unfortunately, it was too late for them to dodge.
The explosion, equivalent to eleven pounds of TNT, followed the holy light. Theoretically, the power was average, but this was a grenade, its lethality unpredictable, plus the enchantment doubled the impact to 121 points, making its lethality to demons even stronger than at the Jesse Building.
With a loud bang.
Ninety meters away from York, four hundred meters away from Marum and his people, a small sun directly exploded in the sky, its light enveloping the five demons with wide-open pupils...
"Does Thailand still have such clergy stationed here?" Marum stared at the blinding small sun, his face suddenly becoming extremely grim, chilling to the bone.
He couldn't see the demons' condition, but just from the scene before him, the blinding holy light that appeared like a fleeting flower told him everything about tonight's situation.
"Still alive?"
York, watching the three dark shadows slowly rising, pulled out a second holy grenade from the belt and threw it again in the same manner as before.
Bang!
The grenade instantly reached the demons just recovering from the holy light.
"Roar!!!"
The demons' angry roars spread for miles, then suddenly stopped, overwhelmed by the booming explosion.
A new small sun appeared out of nowhere, lighting up the entire scene, the massive two-meter-tall bodies of the demons swept away by the shockwave like dust blown by the wind.
York stood quietly, his gaze seemingly already resting on Marum five hundred meters away.
"Retreat, or?"
Marum, feeling something, responded, his words dropping like cold ice: "We can't retreat anymore. The enemy ahead is strong, but after such a great expenditure, how much longer can he hold on?"
Saying this, Marum closed and then reopened his eyes: "And we still have 32 people! Even if we die down to the last man, he can carry on our will, live for us."
As his words fell, thirty-one people stepped forward from behind him, silently passing by Marum and heading towards the front.
The atmosphere, devoid of any unnecessary words, was strangely solemn.
Behind Marum, no one else remained. Watching the people silently stepping forward, his face expressionless, he also took a small knife from the pocket of his robe.
His family began with the Satanic cult, and it must end with the Satanic cult.
The sound of footsteps on dry branches and leaves started to fluctuate.
York narrowed his eyes, sensing something. With a wave of his right hand, all the equipment and everything in the room behind him instantly floated, rushing towards York and hovering in front of him.
With only two points of spirit consumed, York, staring at the floating notebook watching the approaching dense red dots, smirked.
"So, you're not willing to give up after all?"
Having simulated countless battles in his mind, York could fully anticipate the cultists' psychology.
The divine power inherent to clergy can also be likened to a pool filled by continuous droplets of water.
The size of the pool represents one's own strength. Even if the pool overflows, clergy can only use the water within it.
Thus, once divine power is depleted, it's akin to the water in the pool evaporating. And once it has all evaporated, one must wait for more droplets to accumulate before it can be used again.
Importantly, this divine power, to some extent, is a gift from God, a symbol of their piety and sanctity. They can use it but do not have the authority to bless...
"I know everything you're thinking, unfortunately, your predictions are completely wrong."
York squinted, his gaze filled with a mix of doubt and indifference.
"My divine power is my own, so the overflowing water from the pool can also be used for blessings..."
He looked at the thirty-one approaching red dots on the screen and then at the furthest red dot that hadn't moved, reaching for the floating remote in front of him.
York didn't know if his actions could be considered a blatant strategy, as such strategies, apart from their strong concealment, often rely on absolute superiority in strength.
He possessed that absolute superiority, the leisure of sitting back and watching.
As the thirty-one red dots suddenly sped up and soon reached a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, York lifted his gaze to the dim darkness in front of him, a smile full of robust power appearing on his face.
"Let's feed you another holy grenade."
Following his words was a snap!
Instantly, the air scattered outward.
Boom!
With a huge explosion, an even larger sun appeared out of nowhere.
The holy light directly replaced the night's dominion in the human world.
Sparks scattered across the sky like a meteor shower, the bright light illuminating the night sky, casting the sun's flickering shadow.
The entire space seemed to fall into silence.
Followed by the surging shockwave spreading around.
Dust and soil in the air fluttered like millions of butterflies, permeating the atmosphere.
At the moment of the explosion, when the sun emerged, all life seemed incredibly insignificant, as if the entire world was being dissolved.
"How beautiful."
York didn't blink, as if afraid of missing anything. He watched the radiant sun, powered by ten thousand points of divine energy, pressing down with his right hand, a surging force emerging around him.
[50 mana points used]
[90 spirit points used]
In that instant, York abandoned the shield converter, directly converting the fiftyfold increase of ninety spirit points into telekinetic force, quickly spreading from him as a center, forming an invisible telekinetic protective barrier.
As the protective barrier formed, the massive wave carrying debris pressed towards the expressionless York...
"Who is it! Who else has this kind of power!"
Marum, staring at the surging wave, gazing at the sun formed by the holy light hundreds of meters away, his gaze turned crazed.
He knew that under such power, the demons summoned by the cultists were undoubtedly annihilated,
He knew he could not achieve this level of power with his current strength.
He was no match for this power!
"So be it!"
Marum's pupils turned redder, blood vessels sprawling. He drew his knife and, before the wave could crush him, stabbed fiercely towards his chin.
"God, please hear my plea! I offer everything I have in exchange for the destruction of this world, God, please look ahead..."
Simultaneously, reactions occurred everywhere.
Thirty miles away, Thai soldiers waiting for their next orders stared at the great light illuminating the entire sky, unable to fathom the situation inside nor what this sun was,
Their only sensation was being enveloped in a scorching warmth, their eyes filled with light yet not blinded.
Only Father Matt's accompanying monk and some clergy knew what composed it. They all shared the same expression, wide-eyed, dumbstruck, and daring not to breathe.
A word unconsciously emerged from their hearts.
"A miracle..."
Far away in Bangkok, at the Cathedral of the Ascension.
At its highest tower sat an old man, standing beside him a middle-aged man.
"Bishop, you should rest." Daniel Father, standing by, adjusted the thin blanket on the old man's knees.
"You don't have to worry. The Satanic cult has exhausted most of its strength here. Even if some power remains, for Father York, who once solved a Level VII event alone, it should only be a minor inconvenience."
"Who said I'm worried about him?"
Hearing the bishop's hoarse response, Daniel stood up again, looking in the direction the old man was gazing, seeing without saying.
Bishop Richard, whose vision had greatly deteriorated, felt something and wanted to say something, but the next second he sensed something else, his eyes widening for a moment, his pupils constricting.
But he saw nothing.
"Daniel, tell me! What do you see?"
The Father Daniel he spoke of was already staring at the far-off, suddenly bright sphere that seemed to illuminate the world, his face filled with hesitation and disbelief.
"Bishop, I see a glowing sphere..." he said in shock.
"It seems to be in the direction of Father York."
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