"Do not fear, our negative emotions are like a perfect meal for it. That's also why it left us alive."
Listening to the occasional roars behind him, Jeffrey felt a sense of despair, but he still didn't give up on giving a glimmer of hope to the people around him, like Beck, Adolf, Ronald, and others.
"We must hold on until Father York arrives. Just wait for Father York to come…"
However, before he could finish his sentence, Beck, looking pale and distraught, interrupted him.
"Father York is just a man. What can he do when he arrives? Run away with us?"
This statement brought a sense of hopelessness.
Emotions are a strange thing. Within a certain range, they can be contagious.
Just like hearing laughter makes you laugh along.
When Beck spoke, despair instantly spread among the twenty-three people fleeing together.
Some employees, already broken, couldn't suppress their emotions upon hearing the growing roars behind them and started to sob uncontrollably.
Jeffrey didn't know how to respond. He knew some secrets about the church through his mother and knew that the church was not as harmless as it appeared, but he didn't know if Father York was the exorcist his mother mentioned.
At that moment, intense footsteps came from behind.
Jeffrey's eyes turned cold as he looked back.
In his view, three beast-like creatures appeared at the end of the corridor, resembling zombie wolves from movies, with bodies larger than tigers and stitched together.
"Roar!!!"
The three beasts, with their disgusting drool and sharp fangs, charged towards them at full speed.
"Oh my god…"
"…"
Someone in the crowd fell in panic, and within a few blinks, the three beasts pounced on the fallen employee.
"Roar!"
It was not hard to imagine the gruesome scene that would follow once the beasts caught their prey.
At this critical moment, a loud shout suddenly erupted.
"Repello!!!"
As the word was uttered, the three beasts were thrown backward as if hit by something, flying away with a thud.
The fallen person looked dumbfounded at Jeffrey, who had suddenly appeared beside them.
"Go!"
Jeffrey, holding a bone necklace and aiming at the three beasts trying to get up, said solemnly.
"Go!" He emphasized again, his face stern.
The fallen person, as if awakening from a dream, hurriedly got up, but their legs went soft from the fear of impending death.
"I…"
Before she could finish crying out, Beck suddenly appeared, supporting her and starting to run, with another colleague helping on the other side.
"Buddy! Don't die on me! Wait for my return!"
Hearing Beck's words from behind, Jeffrey looked at the beasts that had gotten up, their faces ferocious, and kissed the bone necklace.
"Mother, please give me strength."
"Repello!"
"…"
With Jeffrey suddenly standing his ground, the group regained their rhythm of fleeing, quickly reaching the sixth floor.
At this point, the atmosphere among the crowd turned even more somber than before. Apart from Beck, who was gritting his teeth, the others ran in a daze.
"Lord, I am your faithful follower, Lord, lead me out of this predicament! Give me strength and courage to face difficulties…"
Ronald, a devout believer, kept mumbling, holding his cross, seeking some kind of psychological support.
But his prayers seemed to go unheard, making the situation even more hopeless, especially when he saw another beast blocking the way ahead.
Like everyone else, Ronald stopped, staring blankly at the beast blocking their exit, losing all hope.
"Lord, can't you hear my plea…"
"F**k!"
Beck cursed, pulling out his gun, though he knew his Glock 19 was useless against such beasts. The bullets seemed like mere tickles to them.
"Who's with me to distract this one?"
As Beck reloaded his gun, he looked around at the crowd, only to see resigned expressions.
"F**k! Looks like it's up to me!"
Beck shook his head, charging towards the beast at the exit, ready to meet his death. It was his duty as a police officer, a role that made his wife proud.
"Roar!!!"
However, Beck noticed that the beast didn't even glance at him, instead growling nervously at the corner of the corridor.
"Roar!"
Realizing this, Beck slowed down, puzzled and cautious.
"Nervous? What's going on?"
Before he could understand why such a creature was showing signs of nervousness, a cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes. He saw a long sword appear out of nowhere, piercing through the beast's head with a fierce gust, the force of the strike sending the beast's head crashing to the ground.
"Roar!"
The painful howl of the beast drew the hopeless crowd's attention.
Like Beck, they saw a priest in a robe, with a large backpack, appear beside the beast. He casually pulled out the long sword and effortlessly beheaded the creature, with blood splattering everywhere but not touching him.
This simple yet absurd scene had a tremendous impact on them.
"Father York?"
Only Beck, staring at the priest, seemed a bit stunned and surprised, as if hope had come from an unexpected source.
Swoosh!
Father York flicked the blood off his knight's sword and turned to look at the stunned crowd and Beck. He knew there were still survivors.
"Officer Beck?"
Beck was still somewhat dazed, not quite processing the situation.
"Father York, you…"
Before he could finish, Beck suddenly realized something and urgently said,
"Father York! Jeffrey too…"
"I know."
Father York glanced at his unfinished first task and walked towards Beck, drawing his sword.
"Mrs. Hardy is very worried about you."
As he spoke, Father York walked past Beck, nodding to the stunned crowd who followed his every move.
"I've cleared a safe exit for you. Leave this place quickly."
After speaking, Father York moved a few meters away at a seemingly unhurried pace.
He already sensed a strong scent of lava and felt a trace of magical fluctuation.
"Lord, you have indeed heard my plea…"
Among the crowd, Ronald, holding his cross, watched the disappearing priest with full devotion.
At this moment, in another dim corridor, a person voluntarily stood as the last line of defense against the beasts.
"Repello!"
Jeffrey recited another repelling spell, once again pushing back the three beasts. Seeing Abigail at the end of the corridor, his face turned even paler.
He could feel the energy in the bone necklace weakening, probably only enough for two more spells.
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"Roar!"
The three ferocious beasts, unscathed, quickly rose again.
Seeing this, Jeffrey clenched his teeth and pointed the bone necklace at Abigail, transformed into a demon, and loudly recited a new spell.
"Exorcio!"
This was an exorcism spell taught by his mother, designed to expel demons or evil forces. Instantly, as the spell was uttered, a beam of light appeared and rushed towards Abigail.
However, Abigail simply swatted the light beam away, extinguishing it, and the only damage it caused was a quickly disappearing mark on her palm.
Seeing no effect, Jeffrey's heart sank.
"A witch's descendant, interesting," said Abigail with a beast-like tone, leaning forward and exhaling sharply.
A gust of wind erupted, and Jeffrey quickly recited the last repelling spell.
"Repello!"
The power of the spell was instantly shattered by the demon's force, and its residual power slammed Jeffrey against the wall, immobilizing him.
"Cough! Cough!"
Jeffrey coughed several times, looking up at Abigail with a bitter smile.
The power disparity was immense; he felt like a small stream foolishly challenging the sea.
As Abigail casually waved her hand, the three beasts charged at him fiercely.
Pinned against the wall, unable to move, Jeffrey could only see the beasts' ferocious mouths approaching.
"I didn't expect to die here, Mother, I..."
He slowly closed his eyes, awaiting death, already smelling the foul stench.
"..."
"The Lord says, do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."
"..."
Jeffrey suddenly opened his eyes, looking towards the source of the voice. He first saw a water bottle the size of a mineral water bottle appear above the three beasts, followed by a priest in a robe holding a revolver.
"Father York?"
Before Jeffrey could express his surprise, a gunshot rang out.
Bang!
The water bottle burst instantly.
The water inside splashed all over the three beasts.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
The beasts, as if made of plastic set ablaze, melted instantaneously, their bulletproof flesh dissolving in seconds, revealing their bones.
"Holy water?" Jeffrey thought, seeing the beasts' agony.
Roar! Roar!
Despite their pain, the beasts continued to lunge towards the wall-bound Jeffrey.
"The Lord says, the beast is evil and must be punished!"
The voice from the right sounded, and Jeffrey, refusing to close his eyes, looked over and saw the once ordinary-looking priest now holding a shotgun.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In an instant, the shotgun roared, and the beasts, previously bulletproof, were hit mid-air, exploding in blood and diverted from their path.
Boom!
Jeffrey watched as the beasts crashed into the wall beside him, motionless, and licked his dry lips.
For the first time, he realized the formidable power of modern weaponry.
"Are you alright, Officer Jeffrey?"
Hearing the voice, before Jeffrey could react, he found himself free to move.
Jeffrey looked ahead at a broad figure that had appeared in front of him, and, like Baker, he said in astonishment.
"Father York?"
Father York used a bit of magic to free Jeffrey, not responding but looking at the dark-eyed woman ahead, feeling the danger the demon posed. He was surprised by the demon's seemingly limited power.
"A dog of God?" Abigail tilted her head, sounding surprised.
"And you have the scent of Satan?"
Hearing this seemingly equal remark, Father York pursed his lips.
"Can you walk, Officer Jeffrey?"
"Yes, I can," Jeffrey immediately responded.
"Then let's go."
Father York said, reaching into his backpack, pulling out a bottle of holy water, and covering it with magic before hurling it towards Abigail at the end of the hallway.
"Go right."
As Jeffrey obediently ran to the right, Father York drew his Ryan Bolter and fired a shot.
Bang!
The holy water bottle exploded right in front of the indifferent Abigail, splashing her face and body.
"Holy water? Always unpleasant." Abigail, unaffected, ignored the smoking parts of her body and the melting face, staring at the priest, her black gaze becoming deeper and more enchanting.
"What a hassle, how to expel this? Lucky I didn't accept the second task."
Hearing the [Task Successful] notification, Father York thought to himself and pulled out a grenade.
[...]
[Random Task: Rescue the innocent from the demon (Completed)]
[Reward: +20 points (Issued)]
[...]
Ignoring the rest and the pull of several kilograms, Father York forcibly twisted the pin of the grenade and threw it at Abigail.
The grenade was not enchanted; he wanted to see if a regular grenade had any effect on the demon.
Such opportunities for experimentation were rare.
Boom!
A huge explosion echoed through the building.
Father York saw the grenade explode in front of the still indifferent Abigail, followed by a cloud of smoke.
Unfortunately, the smoke, combined with the dim corridor, obscured his view, and he could only see the unshaken figure.
"The no-damage-in-smoke rule?"
To prevent this, Father York put away his revolver and drew his Winchester M1897, firing three shots at the figure.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets, barely enchanted with magic, hit the figure.
To his surprise, the figure seemed to move slightly.
"Human, you hurt me!"
As the beast-like voice rang out, Father York felt a surge of energy rushing towards him.
A normal person might have been immobilized like Jeffrey earlier.
But the battle-hardened Father York was different. He raised his left hand and instinctively mobilized the magic within him.
[3 magic points used]
[Magic Value: 134.5/137.5 (Note: 1 point of magic regenerated per minute)]
The three magic points collided with the oncoming energy, creating a wave, with the residual force brushing against Father York like a gentle breeze.
"Looks like I need to focus on enchantments, but maybe the grenade's payload wasn't enough..."
"Time to try something harder..."
Father York's mind was racing as he watched the woman emerge from the dissipating smoke, pulling out another grenade and letting magic flow into it.
[10 magic points used]
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