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Chương 214: Chapter 214: The Truth

As York approached closer, he could feel the formidable power of the sacred bomb even more.

Debris was scattered everywhere, like waves in the ocean tossing their contents ashore.

Everywhere.

The car could no longer make it through.

York had to park the car on a forest trail and walk towards the direction of the magic formation.

When he was only a few dozen meters away, he noticed many trees in the vicinity were snapped in half.

"The remnants of the power of the Holy Light are so strong, they've begun to materialize and become visible to the naked eye…"

York gazed at the glowing specks on the surfaces of trees, the ground, and even in the air, subconsciously gripping the handle of his knight's sword at his waist.

He suddenly thought of the incident at Saint Cata's Monastery and the towering mushroom cloud.

That mushroom cloud was much more powerful than this fireball, at least doubling in the amplified data, measured in tons.

"If that's the case, isn't that place even more mystical than here?"

York hesitated. He hadn't gone back to the scene, nor had he asked the old man for photos.

But then he thought that maybe it was for the best.

At least it would back up his claim that God had descended.

The more obvious, the more believable his words.

He was curious about what it would look like. Perhaps a holy site?

"One day when I have time, I should ask Bishop Rolf for some photos. Places like this, full of holy remnants, are where even demons dare not tread…"

Lost in thought, York suddenly realized he had arrived at his destination.

Before him was a pit about ten meters in diameter and one to two meters deep.

The ground was overturned, revealing moist, fresh earth, emanating a distinct earthy smell.

Magical summons, seals, and weakening formations were faintly visible.

"Kaldos?"

York's gaze settled on the center of the pit.

In his eyes, the pit was filled with splattered fluids and unrecognizable chunks of flesh, as if the demon had been blown to bits upon its arrival.

At the center of this mess was a lump of flesh, barely recognizable as anything, with maybe half a face, a deep purple arm without a hand, and bone wings reduced to mere skeletons.

Despite its state, the heart in the flesh lump was still faintly pulsing.

"No, this must be your pseudonym." York crouched down, looking at the flesh lump with a mix of awe and revulsion. Demons and humans are incomparable. Not only are demons extraordinarily resilient, but they also possess various powers. Some have immense physical strength, others excel in psychic abilities. To deal with them, one needs to rely on holy powers for efficiency. Otherwise, it's an uphill battle.

"Not bad for a demon associated with Ernst. You're tough, surviving in such intense Holy Light."

As he spoke, York watched the heart and flesh buds in the pit, slowly growing amidst the struggle against the lingering Holy Light, and smiled.

"Don't waste your effort. Before you recover, I can kill you a thousand, ten thousand times. Even if you do recover, I can still kill you just as many times. I've killed my fair share of high-level demons like you."

As he finished speaking, York summoned a deep red, invisible longsword with a spell, Exorcio, and slashed it towards the connecting membrane.

Pff!

A deep slash appeared on the ground, and the membrane connecting the flesh lump and surrounding tissues was effortlessly severed.

"So, you still want to live? Then answer my questions."

York spoke calmly as he crouched there.

"Or just die."

His tone was cold, unmistakable. Only Kaldos could understand the pressure he felt.

In its perception, the pressure from above was real.

The burst of Holy Light upon its arrival had informed it of the extreme danger posed by the person above.

Its body, filled with holy energy, seemed invincible, like a turtle's shell, indicating that it couldn't be invaded.

Yet, the feeling it got from its adversary was special, so unique it didn't seem human.

"You're not Ning Weize," Kaldos weakly spoke from the pit's center.

"Who are you, exactly?"

York shook his head at the familiar question. "It seems you still don't grasp your situation. Right now, I ask, you answer.

I don't understand why you all need a beating to get it."

Without moving, York's presence alone seemed to explode in the pit, as if invisible giant hands were smashing into the flesh lump.

Boom!

The pit sank further, the imprint of the giant hands visible, and Kaldos' true body was further flattened.

York could hear the painful breathing from the flesh lump, see its heart racing. The demon was in even worse shape than before.

But York was unfazed. Being harsh with demons was a matter of survival; otherwise, you're the one who dies.

"Feeling more lucid now?" York asked indifferently.

"If not, I can do it again."

Kaldos' heart raced even faster, filled with rage and resentment. But it understood its situation – completely at the mercy of its captor.

Its only option was to survive and return to hell for revenge, to gather strength and come back to the human world to tear this hateful human to shreds.

"Ask!"

Detecting the underlying rage and spite, York remained calm.

"Do you know Ernst Borga?"

"Ernst? Let me think... Ah, yes, that pitiful wretch whose faith was crumbling?"

The voice was filled with the typical demonic mockery. York, expressionless, just stared at the still-speaking flesh lump.

Kaldos, sensing a chance to turn the tables, spoke: "Seems you're an acquaintance of his. Stranger priest, do you know what he did?"

York remained silent.

A mocking laughter filled the silent space.

"He's not as powerful as you, thinking he could exorcise me, utterly delusional."

The voice grew more excited, with a predatory tone.

"I merely tempted him a bit, just a little, and he was utterly ensnared. He did exactly what I wanted to see.

And he didn't realize the person I controlled was fully conscious. Interesting, very interesting… hehehe…"

"So that's it."

York stood up, remembering Ernst's description, and sighed internally.

"Is this the truth?"

He understood everything. The truth was so simple, he didn't know what to feel.

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Chương 215: Chapter 215: Farewell

York reflected on the reports following the fifth one, realizing their timelines were very close to each other, which had initially surprised him.

It was unusual for so many supernatural events to occur in one area in such a short time, unless one actively sought them out or waited for them.

The demon seduced and harmed the victims during an exorcism, and the exorcist, in an effort to atone, fought desperately to banish it? The more York thought about it, the more uncertain he felt about the whole affair.

At that moment, Kaldos seemed to notice York's silence and continued to mock him.

"Hahaha! The more I think about it, the more amusing it is. Only this pathetic creature has ever piqued my interest in all these eons.

I even came up once just to be near a human, knowing I would encounter him,

And sure enough, I was right. I met this wretched being again, and it was his job to exorcise me. Do you know what happened, strange priest?"

Kaldos, hoping to see a look of disgust on York's face, continued, seeking to regain some ground for the humiliation he had suffered earlier.

However, he found that from his earlier silence, York remained calm, nothing but calm.

"He actually knelt down and begged me to spare that girl! Is this the person you know? I intended to tempt him, but unfortunately, he didn't fall for it.

Yet he was still so weak. He could only transfer himself, using his own body to trap me and then committed suicide." Kaldos's voice was full of mockery:

"So, you set up this trap and summoned me for revenge? Pitiful, hehe, truly pitiful…"

Hearing this, York glanced at the filth and disarrayed organs in the pit and walked away.

He had learned enough.

Seeing this, Kaldos felt a surge of excitement and began trying to gather all his strength to expel the Holy Light that had been corroding his flesh, though most of his power had already been spent in self-preservation.

"Damn it, I don't know what he did, but my power is slowly draining. Once I recover, I'll make sure you taste the agony of hell."

However, before he could gather all his strength, Kaldos noticed a round object appearing in the air and falling onto his body.

"What is this?"

Kaldos, sensing something, felt his heart pound furiously, filled with a lethal sense of crisis.

The next second...

Boom!

A massive fireball erupted from the pit, and the majestic power of Holy Light appeared again…

[50 magic points used]

[46 holy/spiritual points used]

"My spirit is now below twenty points, but I don't feel a headache?

Is this due to my enhanced physical condition after breaking a hundred points?"

Dusting off his clothes, York was slightly surprised and walked back to the deep pit.

He needed to confirm whether the demon, disguised as Kaldos, was truly dead.

If he left without confirmation and the demon was still alive, the consequences would be dire. He knew all too well the vengeful nature of demons.

Now, after a second explosion, the terrain and surrounding environment were unrecognizable – no trace of the once forest, only devastation and countless holes.

York stopped at the edge of the deep pit and looked down.

In these circumstances, the pit had expanded further, and the flesh, fluids, and organs inside were nowhere to be seen, only fresh, overturned earth.

"Really dead?"

York fully opened his senses.

There was nothing, and the real-time 3D map in his mind showed no changes within his range.

Having confirmed, York fell silent, pulled out the fifth report, and threw it into the pit. He then took out a holy grenade from his ammo belt, pulled the pin, and threw it after the report.

After completing this, York turned and left, this time for good.

Truth is often so simple it invites deep reflection.

York had no commentary or judgment on this matter. He just did what he had to do. He had only one thing to say.

"Goodbye, Ernst."

Exactly three seconds later.

Boom!

Behind York, an explosion roared again. A pillar of fire and smoke shot into the sky, and the report in the pit was blown to ashes, its remains falling on the freshly overturned earth…

"I've finished my investigation."

York's calm voice echoed on the phone to Gabriel, who responded just as calmly.

"So, what's the result?"

"Sorry, Gabriel, I couldn't find anything." York replied, lying back in the driver's seat and staring at the dashboard.

"Huh?" Gabriel frowned. "Even you couldn't find anything?"

"Pretty much." York said indifferently. "Maybe you should find someone else?"

But Gabriel's frown relaxed at York's "pretty much." He thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. If even you can't find anything, neither will anyone else. Let's just archive this case."

York pursed his lips, knowing Gabriel could probably find out if he really wanted to, just by changing the approach and direction of the investigation. The truth could be found from the victims, depending on the perspective.

"Okay, you're busy. I'm hanging up." York casually pressed the hang-up button on the dashboard, cutting off the call.

"What's with York today? Seems preoccupied?"

At the same time, Gabriel, staring at the phone, began to have some doubts about Father Ernst's suicide.

"Sigh, forget it. If that guy doesn't want to talk, it's probably for the best."

Thinking of York's character, Gabriel shook his head, put down the phone, and opened a drawer in his desk. He pulled out a file, placed it on the desk, and stamped it with one of his seals.

The stamp read: [Archived]

York clicked on the map on the dashboard, intending to return to the church for his daily tasks, but to his surprise, the navigation couldn't confirm the location, as if the signal was lost.

"What is this place, and why can't I take a shortcut?"

York showed a look of helplessness, aware that every time he ventured into deep forests, he might as well have no signal.

To find the ambush site, he had indeed gone quite deep, having scouted ten new ambush locations, all quite far apart.

"Forget it, I remember the way back. The hard way, back the way I came."

York gave up on taking a shortcut, turned off the map navigation, and clicked on the music app.

He knew exactly what song suited his mood now.

"I've delved into ancient books,"

"Legends and myths,"

"Achilles and his spoils, Hercules and his divine strength,"

"Spider-Man's control and Batman's unbeatable fist,"

"It's clear I'm not among them,"

As the song played, the Ford Raptor's engine roared, carrying its driver forward...

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