People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 207 Priests, Sisters, and Angels

"Nonsense!"

Paul frowned and immediately retorted angrily, "Sister Beverly, are you out of your mind? There's no devil here!"

Then, looking at the crowd, he cried out in anguish, "And you! Look at yourselves! Did the Lord give you His holy blood just to turn you into a bunch of thugs?!"

Upon hearing the priest's angry rebuke, the islanders, who had been initially fervent, immediately quieted down.

They looked at each other, their gazes shifting back and forth between the priest and the nun.

One was a nun who usually obeyed the priest's orders and distributed holy blood.

The other was the priest they had always admired.

Even though the priest in front of them looked pale and weak, it was due to their hard work, but he didn't seem to be possessed by the legendary devil and had lost his mind.

Sister Beverly, seeing this, remained calm. She stepped forward and said loudly, "The Bible says that even the devil fears the holy! Father, if you are truly not controlled by the devil, then please..."

Hold the cross to your chest and swear an oath to the Lord!

These words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly waking the islanders.

They quickly came to their senses, and some even pulled out their own small crucifixes, loudly echoing, "Yes! Father, hold the crucifix and swear to the Lord!"

"Prove it to us!"

Faced with the islanders' questioning, Paul's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

Just recently, that thing on his chest had burned his palm so badly that the skin was torn open.

He doesn't dare touch that sacred object at all now.

Paul's hesitation, cold sweat, and retreat undoubtedly confirmed the nun's words.

The crowd stirred again, torches were waved, and rifles were cocked.

"He's really possessed by a demon!"

"Kill that devil! Rescue the priest!"

Under the islanders' murderous gazes, Paul was forced to retreat, his face turning ashen as he went back inside.

Only at this moment did he realize that he had long been manipulated by the nun!

During this time, he hid in a dimly lit room all day because he was afraid of sunlight.

Everything outside, even the Mass ceremony and the dispensing of the Holy Blood, was given orders by Beverly on his behalf.

In the eyes of the islanders, he was no longer the irreplaceable priest who possessed the blood of the saint.

"It seems your lambs aren't very obedient."

Suren flexed her wrists.

Since the priest's preaching was useless, we could only greet him in the way he was best at.

When Father Paul saw Suren about to leave, he immediately grabbed his arm and said, "No! Don't go out! They have guns, and there are too many of them. You'll be killed if you go out now!"

"Don't worry, Father."

Suren slapped his hand away, her tone indifferent: "Just a few pieces of scrap metal."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went out.

Seeing the white-haired youth who walked out, the islanders who had just been clamoring to tear the devil apart with their bare hands all instinctively backed away when they actually faced the devil.

Sister Beverly, standing at the front, glanced at the group, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. What a bunch of good-for-nothings.

We still need to use them for now; we must start the war ourselves.

Thinking of this, she looked at Suren with a hint of resentment, her lower abdomen still aching slightly.

She pointed at Suren and cried out, "Lord, punish this one—"

Suren, looking impatient, instantly appeared in front of the nun.

Beverly's face lit up with joy. If Suren attacked her in public, it would only confirm her devilish identity and incite the islanders to attack her.

Suren grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up.

The feeling of suffocation caused Beverly's face to flush red, and her legs kicked wildly in the air.

But a defiant sneer still lingered on her face, as if she were certain that Suren wouldn't dare to make a move: "Go ahead—you demon! Sacrifice me—and the Lord will punish you—"

"Bang!"

Suren suddenly released her grip and threw her back to the ground.

Seeing Suren's actions, Beverly, who had fallen to the ground, clutched his neck and let out an even more rampant laugh.

"Ahem, are you scared? Devil! Before the Lord's followers, you can only—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Suren's hand was already on her head.

"Pfft"

Watermelon juice explosion!

The bright red juice exploded instantly, splattering all over the ground.

The headless nun's body swayed and then collapsed limply to the ground.

"That way, I shouldn't be resurrected as a vampire, right?"

Suren squatted down, wiped her hands with her clothes, and fumbled to retrieve the money she had handed out during the day.

Since this woman is a follower of the priest, she must also have vampire blood in her body.

Simply snapping someone's neck might only hasten their awakening.

Compared to that troublesome thing, it's much easier to just squeeze the watermelon once and for all.

After a brief moment of deathly silence, the crowd erupted in uproar.

The nun's tragic death did not deter them; instead, the smell of blood instantly ignited the islanders' bloodlust, causing them to lose their reason.

"He killed the nun!! Kill him!"

A dozen burly men, their eyes bloodshot, lunged at Suren, brandishing steel forks and clubs.

In the chaos, some people were even knocked down by their companions, fell to the ground, and before they could get up, they were trampled over by the people behind them.

Steel forks, wooden sticks, and shovels rained down on Suren in a chaotic and disorderly manner.

Suren dodged a steel fork to the side, but his shoulder was grazed by a stick, making a dull thud.

He struck the other man's neck with a backhand slap.

The man's vision went black, and he collapsed.

The situation was completely out of control.

The priest inside the house watched this scene through the window and collapsed helplessly to the ground.

He looked at the believers who had once knelt devoutly in the church, and at their ferocious expressions now.

For a moment, he didn't even dare to think whether these people were gathered here because of their faith or because of the Holy Blood.

Suddenly, "Bang!"

A deafening gunshot instantly silenced the scene.

The islanders all looked at Suren, wondering if he had killed him.

However, the bullet missed Suren and instead pierced the arm of another islander.

The man clutched his bleeding wound and collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Suren's eyes turned cold as he darted into the crowd. With a flurry of punches and kicks, people were sent flying, crashing to the ground and groaning in pain.

The stench of blood permeated the air, growing stronger and stronger, but fewer and fewer people dared to rush forward.

They watched as the islanders groaned at Suren's feet, and they gripped their weapons and retreated.

For every step Suren took forward, they would take two or three steps back.

Just then, a whistling sound suddenly came from the sky.

Some people subconsciously looked up.

A huge black shadow ripped through the night sky, its wings faintly visible in the firelight.

"Angel?"

"An angel?! The Lord has come to save us!"

Many more people looked up at the sky. These desperate islanders thought they had seen real angels, so they threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground.

They clasped their hands together in prayer and cried out for a miracle.

A huge black shadow landed in front of the crowd.