People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 206 Goddess of Cultivation, Father, and Devil

The most important part of the Catholic Mass is the liturgy of the Holy Sacrifice.

The priest will bless the holy bread and wine, which the believers will line up to receive.

The bread represents Jesus' body, and the wine represents his blood. This was a decree Jesus personally gave before his death, hoping that future generations would remember him forever.

This was originally a sacred ceremony.

But what if someone poisoned this food that represents a blessing?

Or perhaps it contained something that wasn't human?

Faced with Suren's questioning, Father Paul gripped the cross on his chest and nodded.

"I simply want everyone to receive the blessings of angels!"

The silver cross sizzled and burned his palms, but he didn't let go.

Perhaps, in Paul's subconscious, he already realized that he might have made some kind of big mistake.

But he had already dragged the entire town down with him, leaving him with no way out but to go down a dark path.

Suren rubbed her temples as she looked at his stubborn expression.

Father Paul's intentions may have been good.

But as the saying goes, it's not the evil deeds of bad people that are scary, but the sudden inspiration of fools.

This priest's self-righteous salvation was nothing more than planting a time bomb in the entire town.

Those islanders infected by vampire blood did not have Paul's unwavering faith, nor were they bound by any moral bottom line.

Once the blood-sucking instinct gets out of control, the entire town will instantly turn into a living hell.

Fortunately, it seems that Paul diluted the vampire's essence significantly before feeding it to the islanders.

The blood, after being diluted, transforms very slowly, and this small amount of blood also needs to repair various lesions in their bodies.

I don't know if these people can be saved.

Thinking of this, Suren found Constantine's number and dialed it.

Exorcism is a professional matter, and it's best to leave the mess to specialists.

After all, there are so many people on the island, he can't really kill them all, can he?

The phone rang several times before it was answered.

"—That's roughly the situation."

Suren quickly gave the other party a brief overview of the situation on the island.

"What's wrong? Got into trouble? You, who always likes to solve problems with your fists?"

On the other end of the phone, Constantine, after a period of recuperation, seemed to be in much better health and sounded very energetic.

"I never thought you'd actually be begging me for something?"

"It seems you can't do this."

Suren said indifferently, "I originally planned to hand this over to you so you could boost your performance, but now I think I'd better kill them all to prevent future troubles."

Constantine, on the other end of the phone, was momentarily speechless.

He knew Suren's way of doing things all too well.

Once this guy starts making a move, even the dogs in town will get stabbed.

"FUCK!"

Constantine roared, "Leave him alive! I'm on my way!"

After hanging up the phone, Suren shook his head and chuckled.

In the corner, Sister Beverly, who had just woken up, noticed that Suren's attention was not on her. She immediately clutched her stomach, which had been kicked, and scurried out like a mouse.

In Beverly's eyes, this despicable outsider was the embodiment of the devil, a heretic sent to destroy the gospel of God!

She was going to seek help, to gather the believers in the town who had already received grace and tasted its sweetness, and to crucify this devil.

Suren glanced at Sister Beverly's hasty departure and knew with a grain of salt that she would not let the matter rest so easily.

But what can the other party do?

It's nothing more than inciting and gathering those islanders outside who have been brainwashed by religion.

That's good, it's a good way to gather all these people together for him, and it saves him the trouble.

Dusk falls.

After a long day of work, the islanders gradually returned to the town.

Sister Beverly, who had been lurking in the shadows, saw that the time was ripe and immediately ran into the church, ringing the bronze bell with all her might.

"Ding ding, the dull sound of bells echoed through the town."

Soon, a large number of islanders gathered at the church entrance from all directions.

Seeing the growing number of islanders gathering at the church entrance, Sister Beverly knelt down with a thud, covered her face with her hands, and wept bitterly.

"Brothers and sisters! I have committed an unforgivable sin!"

Tears streaming down her face, she trembled as she said, "I let the wolf into the house—I brought a devil disguised as a human into Father Paul's room!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Seeing this, Beverly continued to weep, "That stranger didn't come seeking refuge at all! He's cruelly tormenting our beloved priest! He wants to steal the holy blood the priest gave us! He wants our loved ones to be taken away by disease again!"

These words were like a spark falling into a powder keg, and a burst of angry curses erupted from the crowd.

The fear of losing the holy blood instantly transformed into a raging inferno.

"Bring that demon to justice!"

"We must not let him steal our miracle! If the Holy Blood is stopped, my daughter will die!"

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Listening to the angry curses and roars of these people, Beverly, with his head down, curled up a cold smile.

She wiped her face, stood up again, and all traces of regret had vanished from her face.

She held the Bible high, as if wielding a sword of judgment, and loudly accused, "Do you want to experience the aches and pains of a rainy day again?"

"Gibbs! Do you want your daughter to be back in a wheelchair?!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Kill him! Protect the priest!"

Among the crowd, the islanders who had already tasted the benefits were instantly enraged.

Their eyes were bloodshot, they waved their fists and the tools in their hands, and roared angrily.

As dusk fades and night falls.

Inside the room, Father Paul paced back and forth, praying incessantly.

Suren quietly watched the sky outside the window until the sun had completely set before he slowly stood up.

"The sun has set, Father."

Suren said, "Let me see you—"

Before he could finish speaking, a large patch of firelight appeared outside the window.

Suren looked outside and saw a large group of islanders carrying torches, pitchforks and shotguns, who had surrounded the priest’s residence. The firelight illuminated their faces.

And leading the way was Sister Beverly, who had returned.

She shouted loudly, "Drive out the devil, protect the priest!" and the believers behind her echoed her words in unison, their faces full of fanaticism.

"Father, is this your way of salvation?"

Suren looked at the chaotic scene, then turned to Paul with a smile.

Father Paul, looking at the agitated islanders, instinctively retorted, "No! They've been deceived! They're all innocent lambs!"

After saying that, he hurriedly opened the door and went out.

"Please be quiet, everyone! Listen to me!"

Paul stood in the doorway, raising his hands to reassure the crowd, "This gentleman is not a devil. Don't be misled by those with ulterior motives!"

Father Paul looked at Sister Beverly, who was leading the group, his brow furrowed, and demanded, "Sister, what exactly are you doing?!"

Make them scatter!

To his utter surprise, Sister Beverly, who had always been obedient and submissive to him, was unusually tough tonight.

Instead of urging the islanders to back down, she pointed at Paul and cried out in anguish, "Look everyone! The priest has been possessed by the devil!"