The old man was confused, but Yorkist was not confused. He looked at the middle-aged woman on the bed and was already recalling the past days in his mind.
When the system plug-in first arrived, the guy in front of him appeared within the scope of his responsibility. In the end, he was driven away with difficulty and completed the first random mission.
It can be said that the first addition to the system was the contribution of this demon that he had exorcised almost a dozen times.
Importantly, there is a half chance that this guy will trigger a random mission every time he appears.
The most important thing is that this guy is in charge every time he shows up.
As the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. After more than a dozen fights, he has become familiar with the opponent's evil power, and the opponent is also familiar with his smell and appearance.
As if he could feel the other party's grievances, York's face rarely showed a smile.
"I'm sorry then. Thanks to you, I've earned a lot..."
Just when Yorks was about to talk about the points, he suddenly felt something was wrong and braked in time.
"Well, you know, because of this, I am quite grateful to you."
The demon inside seemed to be reminiscing, and the middle-aged woman's face suddenly turned ferocious, staring at Yorks with a look of sadness and anger.
"Damn bugs!"
In this voice of grief and anger, a huge flow of dark air quickly gathered and hit Yorks hard.
The remaining energy blew up York's black hair and the hem of the god's robe, and also blew up the old man's body. He pushed the old man and staggered to the point where he was close to the door. Like an earthquake, things in the room fell everywhere. .
"Man, you should know, this isn't working for me."
York's smile remained unchanged, even brighter. Facing this huge flow of dark air, he whispered.
"Protego (Shield)."
The spell I had just learned was finally revealed for the first time at this moment.
[Two magic points have been used]
[…]
Two huge white shields that only York and the devil could see instantly covered the frightened old man and York, who was still sitting there motionless, blocking this huge airflow head-on.
On one side are two motionless circles, and on the other side are the waves formed by the dark airflow. The two are in place against each other.
The next second, a slight collision sounded, both sides collapsed at the same time, and bits and pieces of fragmented energy were scattered in the void.
When the old man was confused, Yorks waved his hand as if to scatter dust, looked at the middle-aged woman's ferocious face and her extremely angry eyes, and said calmly.
"So... how about you go back on your own initiative? You gave me so much... uh,
What I want to say is, we are all friends, and I really don’t want to hurt you,
You don’t want to be injected by me again, do you? "
The tone is very relaxed, and it may sound really nice to others, but it has another meaning to the devil who has climbed up from hell to possess the middle-aged woman.
From these words, especially the sentence about injection, only one scene after another emerged in my memory.
A dozen times.
This damn priest has gradually evolved from being difficult at the beginning to being able to drive it back to hell easily.
From the beginning with a sweaty face holding a cross and a Bible, it gradually evolved to a strange smile and holding some strange things...
"Roar!!!!"
Thinking of this, the middle-aged woman's face became more ferocious, her waist twisted up, her movements were a little twisted, but she was full of grief and anger.
The power it can use is too little. Even the current fusion has only reached the first stage, and the power it can use is less than one-third of the main body.
Staring at York, the middle-aged woman's gray-white pupils showed a humanized look of reluctance. As a demon, it should only torture humans, but now it's the other way around.
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn humans!"
When this feeling of grief and anger reached its highest point, the dark air in the entire room instantly became intense.
"You will surely fall into hell one day! Then I will..."
It roared, but was interrupted by Yorkist the next second.
"You are wrong. As the Lord's spokesperson, I will only return to the Lord's arms."
These words combined with York's serious expression made him even more irritating in the eyes of the devil.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The middle-aged woman acted even more frantically. She kept rolling while roaring, and the bed moved a little bit while struggling.
at the same time.
Everything in the room was thrown to the floor by this dark air flow invisible to ordinary people, and the furniture trembled and was slightly moved.
The whole place was in chaos.
If you ignore the turbulent dark air, all of this will look like the devil in movies and TV shows.
Yorks, who was still calm, had a look of nostalgia in his eyes.
The old man Wilbur, who had just recovered, had no idea of the reason. He only felt that the whole room seemed to be shaking everywhere.
He could only try his best to hold on to the door handle to maintain his posture, and looked at the priest sitting on the stool with a frightened expression, trying to find that sense of security.
As if he could sense the gaze of the old man behind him, Yorks looked at the crazy middle-aged woman and said helplessly.
"To be honest, I really don't want to hurt you."
With that said, in order to restore tranquility to the whole place and take care of the old man, Yorks simply dispersed the dark air in the entire room.
"Repello."
It is a spell used to push away or keep something away. Following York's will, a circle of water-like ripples appears with him as the center, sweeping across all entities.
[Six points of magic power have been used]
[Magic value: 152/164]
The effect of the use of six points of magic power is that the room that had been trembling suddenly returned to calm as if being caressed by the breeze.
There was silence.
The old man Wilbur subconsciously looked at the priest sitting over there and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew who did it.
Even so, the middle-aged woman seemed unwilling to do so. She stared at Yorkist and kept roaring, while the tight rope pulled her limbs.
"It seems that you are really dissatisfied, man, so I have to give you such an injection. At least it can deepen your memory..."
Yorks said, unzipping the backpack with one hand, and with a flick, the contents inside suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The most obvious were a shotgun and revolver, two boxes of magazines and a bandolier.
Plus an old Bible, five crosses, and two large bottles of holy water.
In the end, all that was left were needles like firearms and some sealed needles.
Next to the needle, bottles and jars with notes are arranged very neatly.
This is all what Yorkshire always carries, a regular set of exorcisms.
"Damn! Damn you!"
As soon as she saw the needle inside, the middle-aged woman's face became more ferocious and her movements became more violent. However, as the fusion was only in the first stage, it could only watch as Yorkist picked up the needle hair device and started to combine it.
"Haha, man, have you remembered everything?"
