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Chapter 205 Satan is no match for you, Father

"Father, have you ever seen an angel?"

Suren didn't bring up the topic of the wealthy; instead, she asked a question that carried a hint of blasphemy.

Father Paul paused, a pious look appearing on his pale face: "Of course."

"If it weren't for the grace of that merciful angel, my broken body would have died in the desert long ago. How could I have returned here to save everyone?"

"Yeah?"

Seeing his expression, Suren walked into the house. "That's quite a coincidence. I've also had the privilege of meeting a few angels."

"But I feel that the angels I've seen are quite different from the one you're talking about."

"That's impossible, angels are messengers of the Lord—"

Father Paul frowned, seemingly displeased with Suren's words.

Suren stopped in front of the curtains, and under Sister Beverly's astonished and angry gaze, grabbed the window.

curtain.

"I believe that true angels should not be afraid of the light."

Father Paul seemed to realize something and let out a terrified scream.

"No!!!"

With a "whoosh," Suren suddenly ripped open the curtains.

The dazzling sunlight instantly dispelled the darkness in the room and shone brightly on Father Paul.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The moment Paul's skin came into contact with the sunlight, it felt as if strong acid had been splashed on it, immediately emitting puffs of pungent white smoke and making a sizzling burning sound.

He screamed pitifully, tumbling awkwardly from the sofa to the floor, wriggling desperately, trying to disappear back into the shadows.

In the sunlight, his eyes turned into vertical yellow pupils, and two sharp fangs grew out.

"You damned heretic! What are you doing?!"

Sister Beverly, who was standing to the side, then realized what was happening.

Ever since witnessing the "miracle" brought back by the priest, and seeing the paralyzed girl stand up, she had long regarded Father Paul as the embodiment of God.

Seeing this stranger dare to offend God so openly in front of her, she immediately raised the Bible in her hand and smashed it hard against Suren's head.

"Go play somewhere else."

Suren didn't even glance at her before kicking her away, sending her crashing into the wall and knocking her unconscious.

By this time, Paul's skin was covered in blisters, and the smell of burning flesh filled the room.

To Suren's surprise, even though he was suffering terribly from the sun, the priest did not make a move against him.

He was like a rat that couldn't stand the light, desperately trying to squeeze into the shadows.

Seeing this, Suren closed the curtains again, and the room returned to darkness.

Father Paul was finally able to catch his breath.

He lay prone on the floor, his hands covering his head, the burns on the back of his hands slowly healing.

"Who—who are you? A priest from the Vatican? Or someone from the Church?"

Father Paul asked, panting heavily.

Suren looked at him and asked, "Who turned you into this?"

"She's an angel!"

Father Paul looked up, and his orange-yellow pupils reflected Suren's figure.

"An angel saved me."

Suren frowned slightly.

They've all turned into this horrible mess, yet they still keep calling themselves angels.

If an angel saw you, they would be eager to praise your achievements.

"Where did you meet the angel?"

He changed his question.

Father Paul hesitated for a moment, seemingly lost in some memory: "It was on my way to Jerusalem for pilgrimage—"

"At that time, while I was crossing the vast desert, I encountered a terrible storm and was trapped in a ruin, on the verge of death."

As he spoke, his eyes became somewhat vacant, as if he had returned to that moment of despair.

"Just when I thought the Lord had completely abandoned me, a being with wings emerged from the darkness."

Father Paul's voice suddenly became agitated, "It sensed my death, so the angel slit its own wrist and forced me to drink its blood!"

He clasped his hands together and said, "That is the holy blood given to me by the Lord! Just as Jesus said at the Last Supper: This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins!"

"It was this blood that gave me a new life. I firmly believe that it was the Lord guiding me back to the island to save the lost believers there."

After hearing this, Suren gave a cold laugh.

It's hopeless. He's brainwashing himself, mistaking the vampire's embrace ritual for the "blood of the covenant" given by Jesus in the Bible.

The angel is nowhere to be found; it seems this trip will be in vain.

But since we're already here, we can't just leave empty-handed.

He sighed and asked, "Where is this angel now?"

Father Paul shook his head and said, "At first, I packed it in a large wooden box and smuggled it back to the island."

"But later, I felt that keeping it locked in the box was a desecration of the angels. So I let it out."

"Now—I don't know where it went."

Suren stroked his chin, recalling the animal carcasses he had seen at the dock. It seemed the other party was hiding somewhere on the North Island.

At first, when he saw the priest, he thought he was the one who did these things.

It seems that this vampire must have been starving in the desert for too long.

To regain its strength and to avoid being discovered, it hid in the North Island area, surviving by feeding on the blood of stray cats, dogs, and wild animals.

However, it's really impressive that it can suppress its instinct to attack people and spend its days hiding in a mouse nest to pet cats.

Having ascertained the monster's whereabouts, Suren asked again, "Now that you have gained power, why did you bring the angel back instead of leaving it in the Holy Land?"

After a moment of silence, Paul said, "Because I can't do it all by myself. If I rely solely on the blood in my body, it will eventually run out. I need its help."

Perhaps some secrets, kept hidden in his heart for too long, gave him the desire to confide in others.

Paul continued, "I also want to make amends to my daughter and my beloved—and to save this dilapidated town. Only with angels will the blood of God never cease."

After hearing this, Suren let out a sneer that had an ambiguous meaning.

This person truly has no taboos.

As far as he knew, Catholic priests, especially those like Paul who belonged to the Latin Rite, were forbidden from marrying or having children after taking an oath before God.

But what about the other party? Not only does he have a lover, but he also has a daughter.

Now, they even worship a vampire as an angel and capture it to use as a blood-producing machine.

"Father."

Suren looked at Paul lying on the ground and said in a low voice, "When it comes to blasphemy, I think even Satan would have to come in second."

"I----"

Seeing that he still wanted to argue, Suren was too lazy to correct his beliefs and instead asked, "Can you summon it?"

Paul nodded and said, "After tonight's Mass, the town won't have enough blood, so I plan to ask it for some more."

Upon hearing this, Suren realized the gravity of the situation: "You didn't... share the angel's blood with everyone in town through the Mass, did you?"

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