People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chrisbella took several steps back, her body trembling.

She pointed at Suren, her voice shrill: "A demon! You're a demon!!"

"You have the blood of a demon flowing through your veins, yet you dare to come here?! This is blasphemy against the gods!!"

The entire hall erupted in uproar. The believers all turned to look at the archbishop. They had never seen the archbishop lose his composure like this, nor had they ever seen an outsider dare to kick the church door open.

"Where are the guards?! Quick! Seize this heretic! We can't let him defile the holy site!"

Chris Bella roared hysterically, her well-maintained face contorted with rage and fear, "Send him to the stake for purification! Now! Immediately!!"

A dozen guards armed with shovels and pitchforks rushed out of the church and approached Suren in a fan shape.

"Kill this devil! He's insulting the bishop!"

"Die, you infidel!"

A guard dressed in miner's clothes raised his steel fork, roared, and charged at the front, aiming straight for Suren's neck.

Suren's expression remained unchanged as he reached for the pistol at his waist with his right hand.

"Sulen! Watch out!"

Ross, standing behind her, screamed in terror and instinctively tried to rush forward to help Suren.

"Don't get in my way, step back."

Suren frowned slightly, then withdrew his strength and kicked Ross in the stomach.

"Well!"

Ross let out a muffled groan and rolled backward.

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshots echoed throughout the church.

The guard at the very front had his head explode like a watermelon, spraying red and white matter onto the faces of his comrades behind him.

The corpse lurched forward a few steps, then knelt down a short distance from Suren and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The entire room fell silent.

All the believers stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

Here, they are used to using the stake to judge others and threaten outsiders, but they have never seen an outsider dare to lay a hand on them!

Ross was so frightened that he covered his mouth and trembled all over.

"He charged at me with a weapon, intending to murder me."

Suren lowered his gun, looking at the corpse at his feet. "As a private investigator, my self-defense was perfectly reasonable and legal."

Chrisbella stood on the altar, her face ashen, her hands raised high: "Do not be afraid!"

"That's the devil's weapon! He's just bluffing! Anyone who dares to back down is disobeying God's will!"

"Kill him! Otherwise, God will punish us, just like he did decades ago!"

Upon hearing the bishop's command, fervor overcame the fear of death. The remaining guards exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and raised their weapons once more.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

The second guard had just raised his weapon when a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest; the bullet had shattered his heart.

The immense kinetic energy propelled his body backward.

The body crashed into the crowd behind him like a bowling ball, the impact knocking several guards who were trying to rush forward to the ground.

"Hmm... He listened to the slander of a cult, not only attempting to gather a group to commit violence, but also harming his teammates."

Suren blew on the white smoke coming from the gun barrel, shook his head helplessly, and said, "I'll take care of this black sheep for you. You're welcome."

He glanced at the remaining guards, frozen in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat, and raised his gun: "Why don't we all come at me together? I'm in a bit of a hurry."

"Clang!"

Someone let go first, and an iron rod fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Immediately afterwards, the sounds of weapons hitting the ground rang out one after another.

Even the most fervent faith appears utterly fragile in the face of absolute violence and the utter disregard for human life.

The guards dropped their weapons in terror and retreated back into the crowd, no longer daring to utter a sound.

"Know your place."

Suren nodded in satisfaction, kicked aside the corpse in front of him, and walked toward the altar in the center of the church.

The believers, as if they had seen the devil, lowered their heads and stepped back, making way for a wide path.

"Cowards! You bunch of cowards! God is watching you!"

Seeing Suren closing in, Chrisbella finally panicked. She looked at the retreating believers, trembling with anger, and pointed at them while cursing loudly.

As Suren stood on the altar, shadows enveloped her.

The bishop, who had been so arrogant just moments before, now slumped to the ground, his trembling hands clutching the crucifix, his eyes closed as he murmured to himself:

"You demon! How dare you kill someone under God's watchful eye! God will punish you!"

"God is so busy all day long, he probably doesn't have time to deal with such trivial matters."

Suren bent down, his handsome face slowly approaching Chrisbella's, a smile spreading across his face:

"But the devil has plenty of free time."

……

Chris Bella.

As the Archbishop of Silent Hill Church, she also served as the principal of Midwich Elementary School. She completely transformed these two sacred positions into tools to satisfy her personal lust for power, constantly eliminating dissidents.

Even after Alessa dragged everyone into Silent Hill, she continued to tyrannize herself through the faith of the church, using fire to judge everything she saw as unclean.

Now, this archbishop, who was usually so domineering that even a cough from him could make believers tremble, is like a fish on a chopping board, bound to the cross.

"Let me go! You demon from hell! Heretic!"

Chrisbella struggled and writhed wildly, her robes twisting and contorting, her usually mean face now filled with malice and terror.

"Madam, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself in front of so many believers, would you?"

Suren stood up and considerately straightened Chrisbella's collar. "Now, I have two missing person notices that I need your church's cooperation on."

"Demon! You will never have the people of the gods serve you! Guards! Where are the guards?!"

Although Chrisbella was terrified, her years of holding a high position made it impossible for her to accept being ordered around by an outsider.

The believers below the stage looked at each other, staring at the two corpses on the ground, and no one dared to move.

"It seems only pain can clear your head."

Suren sighed as he looked at her stubborn expression. "I'm not asking you for anything."

The hand that had been adjusting the other person's collar moved down and grabbed the other person's still flailing right wrist.

"Click—"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

"ah!!"

The heart-wrenching screams drowned out the scattered prayers and echoed throughout the church.

Chrisbella looked at her right hand in horror, her whole body trembling. Her right hand was twisted 180 degrees, twisted into a pretzel shape, and thin streams of blood dripped from the gaps.

The believers below the stage, smelling the pervasive stench of blood and watching the once-lofty bishop now howling like a dead dog, lowered their heads even further.

People who were whispering prayers earlier are now breathing much more lightly.

"Can you speak properly now?"

Suren patted her face, and when she didn't react, he pulled a photograph out of his lining. "Have you seen this woman before?"

In the photo, a blonde woman wearing a white floral dress looks at the camera with a gentle expression.

Chrisbella trembled with pain, but in the midst of this agony, her reason returned. If she didn't cooperate, this man would truly kill her, without any remorse.

"I...I've never seen this person before."

Suren was not surprised by this answer.

He took the gold pocket watch from Ross and pointed the photo inside at Chrisbella.

"What about this? Don't tell me you don't know either; my patience is limited."

Chrisbella's pupils, which were somewhat unfocused due to the intense pain, contracted sharply the moment she saw the little girl's photo.

"A witch?! So this bastard is still alive!"