People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 209 The Death of an Angel

A few days later, an early morning ferry slowly docked.

The island's dock was even more deserted than when Suren last visited, with only a few workers moving about numbly.

As the deck was lowered, Constantine, dressed in a black overcoat and carrying several bags, walked off the ship looking somewhat tired.

Angela was following behind him.

Constantine put his luggage on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it. After taking a deep drag, he saw Suren waiting on the shore, and his expression became somewhat unnatural.

Suren stepped forward, picked up some heavy luggage from the ground, and lingered on the two of them for a few seconds: "What's going on here?"

"She's my assistant now."

Constantine flicked his cigarette ash, his tone curt.

"Assistant? Or secretary?"

"Surren teased."

Constantine ignored his teasing, irritably flicking his half-smoked cigarette butt into the water: "Where are the islanders? Where are they all? I need to go check on their condition and start setting up the purification system."

Mode."

Suren led the two onto a bus bound for the town.

The carriage was almost empty, with hardly any other passengers in sight.

The town was already sparsely populated, and after a large number of islanders disappeared that night, the whole town is now even more lifeless, and it is difficult to see even a single person.

After getting off the bus, Suren walked ahead.

Not far away, the sheriff patrolled by with a walkie-talkie in hand.

He also spotted Suren and the others, his body stiffened, a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes, and he quickened his pace, wanting to leave.

He never wants to experience what happened that night again in his life.

He knew very well that the white-haired man before him was not someone that could be restrained by human laws.

"Sheriff! Sheriff!"

Just as the sheriff was about to make his escape, several haggard-looking islanders saw him and immediately ran up to him anxiously.

"What's going on lately? I haven't seen my neighbor for days! The church hasn't been open for days either."

"Yes, my husband also went to church and never came back—"

Several residents with worried expressions gathered around and urged him to handle the case.

The sheriff frowned. He looked at Suren approaching from a distance and could only grit his teeth and say vaguely, "Many animals have died recently, and the town is conducting a comprehensive epidemic prevention and control check. Everyone, please don't panic and just stay at home."

Seeing that the islanders were reluctant to leave, the sheriff anxiously waved them away: "Go home now, and try to stay alone as much as possible in the near future. Absolutely do not gather in groups! This is for your safety!"

He just hoped that the group would disperse quickly, otherwise, if that killing god took a liking to them, they might be captured, have their legs broken, and be locked up.

After the sheriff finally managed to calm the islanders away, he looked at Suren and the others and found that they were already far away. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.

granary.

Suren pushed the door open, and a foul odor immediately wafted out.

The blinding sunlight illuminated the dim space inside the warehouse.

Several islanders near the gate were startled by the bright light and immediately closed their eyes, making terrified "uh-uh" sounds.

They were ragged, covered in mud and excrement, and days of hunger and fear had brought them to the brink of mental collapse.

Constantine saw the group's miserable state, a pang of pity flashing in his eyes. He frowned and said, "You really know how to torture people."

"However, it seems that it hasn't reacted to sunlight yet, so there should be hope."

Suren shrugged, neither confirming nor denying.

The concentration of vampire blood in these people's bodies has been gradually increasing, and their regenerative abilities have become astonishing.

My leg was broken almost in the morning, and it had recovered by the afternoon.

If it weren't for his tireless efforts these past few days, breaking their limbs every day to deplete their vampire blood, there would probably be a lot of people in this granary now reacting to sunlight like Father Paul, instead of just being terrified of themselves.

After checking and finding no problems, he took out bottles and jars from his bag, turned around and called to Angela, and began preparing for the purification ritual.

After watching for a while, Suren felt that there was nothing more for her to do, so she decided to leave.

"Where are you going?"

Constantine squatted on the ground, drawing runes, and asked without looking up.

"Go home and rest. I've had a tough time these past few days."

"That's what Suren said."

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After confirming that he hadn't misheard, Constantine stopped what he was doing, stood up, and said, "Don't leave yet. I'll need your help in a few days."

Suren raised an eyebrow.

Constantine lit a cigarette and sighed, "Even after vampire blood is purified, all their diseases, big and small, will relapse."

"Otherwise, do you think there's such a good thing in this world?"

Although he didn't explicitly state his concerns, Suren guessed them.

In the eyes of these islanders, Suren and Constantine were not benefactors who saved their souls, but devils who robbed them of the gospel and health.

Suren nodded, somewhat amused. "Okay, I got it. I'll be there to keep things under control."

For the next few days, Constantine and Angela stayed near the granary, working day and night on their purification ritual.

With nothing to do outside, Suren immersed his consciousness in Silent Hill.

Inside the church, the strange plant seemed to have changed slightly; the halo of light flowing over its flower buds had become a little deeper.

After leaving the church, Suren found Madison hiding in the woods.

The last time I saw her, she was trying to control a monster using mind control techniques.

But this time when they met, she seemed to have given up on that unrealistic idea and was idly practicing a new spell on a withered tree with golden patterns, muttering things like "a black tree with gold trim is so tacky."

Suren shook his head and then summoned Pyramid Head to take a look.

Since it was last observed to transform into a physical form, so much time has passed and Pyramid Head seems to have remained unchanged.

The little antlers on its head and the wings on its back still look comical.

It's possible that the quality of the absorbed energy is insufficient to support its continued purification.

After reading this, a thought struck Suren.

He released the angel Augustus, who was imprisoned in Silent Hill.

Having had his divine power drained for a long time, this once high and mighty angel is now somewhat listless, and his wings have lost their luster.

As soon as it returned to the real world, it immediately wanted to fly away.

Suren was prepared; he reached out and grabbed its wing, pinning it to the ground.

"Let me go!"

Augustus struggled, his golden eyes filled with humiliation and anger.

It glared at Suren and roared, "Demon! Kill me! Heaven will not let you get away with this!"

Suren nodded: "I released you this time so I could kill you."

Before Augustus could even show a look of delight, he took out the metal disc Rodin had given him from his pocket.

The other party could coldly watch Miles slaughter humans without doing anything, and then jump out to try and reap the benefits after they had dealt with the situation.

He felt no guilt in killing such an inactive angel.

Suren pressed the metal disc against the other person's chest.

As soon as the disc touched its body, it automatically embedded itself and began to absorb energy continuously.

Upon hearing this, Augustus's face showed a hint of relief.

But it soon realized something was wrong.

The other party did not make a move, but the source of angels within his body was being devoured by the device on his chest!

"You—you dare to blaspheme?!"

Only then did Augustus feel real fear, his body thrashing wildly as he screamed in terror.

A moment later, its body turned into specks of golden light and dissipated.

Suren picked up the device from the ground that had absorbed the source of angels.

With a "click," the disc opened and closed, releasing a ring with a faint golden glow around its edge.

In the center of the circle, you can see Augustus's terrified face, so lifelike.

The ring felt warm to the touch, and a warm current seemed to want to flow into Suren's body.

Suren's internal magic automatically blocked it.

He carefully sensed this energy. If ordinary people wore this for a long time, it might be able to resist diseases and prolong life.

However, it seems to carry a kind of spiritual suggestion, which can subtly improve people's perceptions and make ordinary people feel a sense of belonging to so-called angels and gods.

Suren curled his lip and threw him into Silent Hill.