Chapitre 117: Chapter 117: Absorption (Edited)
He disliked being seen through and detested the so-called destiny.
His thinking from a past life gave him the simple belief that one's fate should be controlled by oneself.
That all actions must be driven by one's own will.
York stared at the key, somehow thinking of the nuns of Saint Cata Monastery over the centuries, his momentum instantly fading.
"Let it be, if it's arranged, then it's arranged. After all, it's not a loss."
York took the key and approached.
If this time they could resolve the Seal of the Land, he was sure the benefits would be 40 attribute points.
What concept was 40 points? If added to magic power, that's a 40-fold increase.
40 plus the original 169 equals 209 times the enhancement. With this rate of increase, given time, he wouldn't need to do anything special. Just holding a Holy Hand Grenade and enchanting it casually would be like throwing a real holy nuclear bomb, creating a mushroom cloud with a toss.
Under Eileen's watchful eyes, York stopped in front of the wall, inserting the key into the identical lock hole.
The shapes matched, and the insertion was smooth, even though the lock hole was made of stone, York felt no resistance.
Click. The once integral wall suddenly cracked open in a cross shape, automatically revealing the contents inside.
Covered with luxurious silk.
A finely crafted glass bottle lay quietly in the center, filled with blood-red liquid, crystal clear.
"Is this the Holy Relic, the Blood of Jesus?"
Looking at the seemingly ordinary glass bottle, York instinctively reached out to pick it up.
The moment he touched it.
A familiar mechanical voice suddenly rang in his ear.
"False Holy Relic: Diluted Blood of Jesus, an extremely diluted man-made product. Even so, it possesses incomparable power." "One-time use item, cannot be restored."
"Effect: +Permanent 30 attribute points and one-time 2000 attribute points (lasting one minute)." York, looking at the virtual window that appeared before his eyes, squinted. This was the first time the system changed its prompt about random tasks and usage tips.
"Deserving of the Holy Relic, the Blood of Jesus, indeed possessing the dignity it should have."
Hearing the mechanical voice in his ear, York looked at the Blood of Jesus flowing inside the glass bottle, smiled at the "Absorb" option on the virtual window.
"Father York?"
Eileen, seeing the priest suddenly stop, called out worriedly.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," York shook his head, picking up the glass bottle while silently intending to absorb.
There was nothing to hesitate about.
The only difficulty in this mission was resolving the Seal of the Land.
With Valak able to continuously send power, it already indicated that the Hell's Gate seal was loosening.
So, for this mission with a 40-point reward, any interpretation was acceptable, whether it was destroying Hell's Gate or strengthening the seal to prevent demonic power from leaking.
He had already decided on the destruction plan and hadn't changed it.
Therefore, absorbing the power of the Blood of Jesus to enhance his own strength was the most correct action and choice.
After all, only what belongs to oneself is the real essence.
"Absorbed."
Hearing the system prompt, York looked at the glass bottle in his hand, the Blood of Jesus no longer crystal clear, curious about what it would be like if one of his attributes reached five hundred points.
He had this feeling before; as long as the value reached a certain requirement, he would undergo a transformation.
"Since this mission is about Hell and demons, then all should be added to mental power, linked to the power of holiness or faith."
With that thought, York looked at the reward on the virtual window, directly adding the permanent 30 attribute points and the one-time 2000 temporary attribute points to mental power.
He wanted to see if he could also become a saint, where evil retreats wherever he goes.
"Point addition successful." "Mental power from 90.5 to 120.5+2000 (one minute)." ... As the points were added successfully, York blinked, instantly feeling different.
As for the sensation, York instinctively lifted his left hand, which seemed to be glowing in his vision. Simply put, his hand was emitting a holy light, crystal clear, and even his priest's robe looked different.
York didn't feel the abrupt increase in strength, everything felt so natural.
All he knew was he was indeed different, different to the point of feeling unfamiliar, giving him a sense that anything could be accomplished.
At that moment, Eileen suddenly cried out, her tone mixed with confusion and a hint of fear.
"Father!"
York instinctively looked over.
Eileen was staring with wide eyes, looking in his direction, her face full of horror.
"Where did you go?"
He was right in front of her, but Eileen seemed to see nothing.
Seeing Eileen reach out towards him, York thought for a moment and grabbed her hand.
"I'm right in front of you, what do you feel now?"
Feeling the touch, Eileen was stunned, staring ahead as if she truly saw nothing.
"Are you in front of me? I can't see you, but I can feel your presence..."
Invisible to the divine?
York squinted, observing the puzzled Eileen, carefully experiencing the feeling of reaching 2000 points, and spoke.
"Sleep, Eileen."
As if a holy word or spell, under his gaze, Eileen's eyes slowly closed, and her body seemed to soften and fell down, immediately falling into a deep sleep.
"So, this is the feeling, words become laws, thoughts become reality, everything can be controlled, and the most important thing is not just having two thousand points, but the essential change these two thousand points bring to the body."
York mumbled to himself, looking at Eileen, who was now sleeping on the floor, and lifted his right hand.
Eileen floated up, moving beside York as he willed.
"Quite fascinating, this power is truly captivating."
York smiled slightly, experiencing his current false state, feeling like he could both reveal and conceal this divine form.
"But why conceal it..."
York stepped forward, leaving behind white, holy light-emitting footprints with each step.
By this point, York could already sense what was happening outside, even generating in his mind the location of Hell's Gate.
Manifesting holiness before others, omnipotent.
In his perception, the entire environment outside was permeated with dark forces, with one after another of the Order of the Holy Knights' dried corpses crawling out from the dark ground.
Each knight was fully armed, wearing a white robe with a red cross, chainmail armor, a helmet, and wielding a knight's sword...
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