New Gods of North America.

Chapter 418 Accident
"You seem to have attracted His attention just now... but fortunately, this may just be the influence of His remaining will, which prevented the situation from getting completely out of control."

In the storage room, Wayne and Inissa were leaning against a table with things on it, catching their breath, while Lina was standing guard at the entrance with a steel wool in her hand.

Big Spider Peter was lying on Wayne's legs and poking at him.
It wasn't too hard and the skin wasn't broken, but it still hurt a bit.

Wayne's spiritual power was almost exhausted. Lina pulled the big spider over like pulling a puppy's hind legs, then twisted off one of its long legs and squeezed out some juice.

To be honest, it tastes pretty good, and it feels like the ghost of Fred the Grey Wolf.
But the big spider was obviously not happy about this. After reattaching its long legs, it became like this.

Wayne's condition gradually returned to normal. He patted Peter's head to calm him down.
At the same time, I still felt a little scared. “Are all these ‘Him’ so unreasonable…?”

"This is the norm in the extraordinary world. Sometimes it's just a matter of survival or death. The higher the rank and the more special the state, the more likely it is to attract the attention of higher beings. So you see Lina, she will try to avoid even some unfamiliar small churches."

Inesa answered the question first, then asked, "What did you do just now to cause the incident?"

Well……

I feel like I didn’t do anything…

Wayne shook his head innocently and couldn't help asking, "Is it safe for us to stay here?"

"I am also not certain."

Inissa also shook her head slightly. "Generally speaking, even a formal altar would hardly attract the attention of a higher being, let alone a small altar like this. But since there is no chain reaction now, we should try to remain peaceful and consider evacuating as soon as possible after we have recovered, so as to avoid being unable to resist any unexpected incidents."

Shells usually don't hit the same crater consecutively...

Then Inissa briefly explained the relevant knowledge, "For some altars that may attract higher beings, you should think of them as set-up explosive devices. The reasonable way to deal with it is to try not to trigger it, and what should be done on the scene is to eliminate the 'person' who can detonate it as soon as possible.

"As for 'demolition' itself, that's something the Orthodox Church or exorcist priests are better at. Hunters' methods are more brutal, usually keeping a safe distance and then trying to 'destroy' it. Although the two sometimes look similar."

Wayne thought about the bombed sacrificial site in Blackrock Town and nodded silently.

Wayne felt that he had about 10% of his spiritual power left. He didn't even dare to look into the small room with his naked eyes. He could not help but look at the big spider Peter next to him.

As we all know, spiders have eight legs...

And "eight minus one" is simply equal to seven in mathematics.

Peter seemed to sense Wayne's thoughts, poked Wayne's hand hard, and then slipped away quickly.

Ok……

A spider's life is also a life.

……

I returned more carefully than before.
After confirming that it was safe for the time being, Wayne threw the small card of Cohen Pharmaceuticals out of the window and quickly left the haunted main house.

Lina didn't let out a long sigh until she got back to the carriage:

"According to the practice of the Holy See, simply enshrining a heretic deity in an altar or magic circle with extraordinary power is enough to be convicted. I don't know what the Holy Spirit Church does, but they shouldn't let this happen, right?"

Inissa immediately confirmed, "According to the rules of the Exorcist Association, worshiping the gods of the Church of Light is also a serious crime."

"That's good."

The carriage started moving with Liam driving.
Lina had just changed to a comfortable half-lying position, and soon she "bounced" back up: "By the way, it is best to tell things related to the Church of Light directly to someone you trust and who has a high position of power. There are many similar cases in the Old Continent. Some whistleblowers often disappear inexplicably, or are dealt with because of other things."

Wayne was quite alert in this regard. He nodded when he heard this and planned to go back to the detective agency first and then go to the cathedral in Richmond.

After getting some distance from the manor, Inissa began to talk about the statue.

The god represented by that statue is indeed the supreme god of the Church of Light, the so-called "Light of Dawn".

However, the image of Him that is more familiar to the public today is the two versions from the Holy See.

The "light" version is an angel imprisoned in chains, with a bitten "fruit of wisdom" and a broken scepter placed at his feet, implying that it was He who tempted mankind to commit the original sin, and that He suffered divine punishment for betraying the Holy Spirit.

The image of another version is not very fixed. It may be an angel with black wings or bat wings, or it may be a purely ugly devil. The relatively common feature is that it implies "degeneration" or "corruption".
In the belief in the Holy Spirit, there is also a view that He is actually the original "fallen one".

What Wayne and his friends saw tonight was closer to the "original version" worshipped during the Church of Light period.

But the closer to the "original", the more "pure" the worshiper is, and the more serious the crime.

It is said that in the Middle Ages, even without any extraordinary power,
The mere discovery of the existence of a statue with a similar image was enough to send the corresponding person to the stake.

……

“Puff—cough cough cough cough…”

In a residential building in the city, the veins of the sleeping Reverend Pycelle suddenly popped out all over his body, and a large pool of black blood spurted out of his mouth, and then he started coughing violently.

He felt the sharp pain in his chest, and the flesh-colored mysterious symbol on it had turned dark.

It's as if I can smell the pungent smell of hot iron burning my skin.

"Lord Pycelle, are you okay?" The valet who was on duty outside the door heard the noise, knocked on the door gently and asked.

"Don't come in!"

"Yes!"

The room was silent for a while, with some faint rustling noises.
Then the valet heard Reverend Pycelle speak again outside the door:
"Tell Anton to prepare the carriage. I need to go back to the academy right away. The bedroom does not need to be cleaned for now. I will arrange for it to be cleaned when the maid comes tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll go right away."

Reverend Pycelle cleaned the blood off his body in the bathroom and changed into clean clothes.
He took out a candlestick from the cupboard, lit it and put it down, then poured grease from the bottom of the candlestick onto the bed and wardrobe.

He returned to his old and frail state, and walked out of the bedroom tremblingly.

Then he inserted the metal sheet that had been prepared long ago into the keyhole.

I didn't expect that what came first was an accident.

He took a deep breath. There might be a lot to do tonight.

I'm afraid there won't be enough time...

(End of this chapter)