People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

"You actually brought a witch to..."

Chrisbella's scream stopped abruptly as the cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her forehead.

"Say one more word and I'll send you to meet your God."

Suren looked impatient. "Now, I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words."

Chrisbella felt the chill between her brows, her head, which had been held high, froze in mid-air.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of several still-warm corpses on the ground, and the fanaticism in her eyes was finally replaced by death.

"Tick-tock...tick-tock..."

Suren smelled a foul odor and frowned.

He looked down at the woman's lower body and saw a water stain in a certain place on her robe, with water droplets dripping down her dangling ankles to the ground.

This woman looks so imposing in the movie, how come she becomes so pathetic in real life?

"Mr. Suren, we can actually have a proper talk. She's already injured..."

Ross's soft voice came from behind. Without turning her head, Suren said calmly:

"Ms. Ross, shut up if you want to find your daughter."

This woman hasn't seen Alessa's memories and experiences like in the original story. She's overflowing with a saintly heart. Why don't we tie her up too?

Suren thought to herself.

"You...you put me down first."

Chrisbella spoke weakly.

The arrogance that had once graced her harsh face was gone; her head hung low, and her disheveled long hair concealed her resentful and fearful eyes.

Suren casually snapped the rope.

Chrisbella collapsed to the ground like a rag doll, clutching her right hand, her body trembling.

Ross quickly stepped forward to help her up, using his clothes to wrap around her twisted and purple arm.

Suren watched this scene and grinned, "Why do I feel like I'm the villain?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Chrisbella said weakly."

"It's very simple."

Suren threw two photos in her face. "Tell your followers to find these two people, one big and one small."

He bent down slightly, leaned close to Chrisbella's ear, and whispered, "Don't even think about playing tricks, madam. You wouldn't want to know the consequences."

Chrisbella struggled to her feet. She glanced at Suren, then at the terrified and bewildered believers below the stage.

She was a smart woman and knew that if she didn't give this matter a reasonable explanation, her authority would be completely destroyed, and it might even incite a riot.

She took a deep breath, subtly adjusted her robe to conceal the water stains on her legs, and coughed once, facing the bewildered believers with their heads bowed:

"Lost sheep."

Chrisbella's voice was weak, but it carried its usual allure: "Just now... I received a revelation."

"This is a trial, and this gentleman is a messenger who has come with the will of God."

"God answered our prayers of many years. In order to save us, He rescued us from this cursed land. God instructed us that we must find these two people."

Suren stood aside, watching the old woman's changing expression, even going so far as to portray herself as a divine messenger, and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

With such professional skills, it's a waste of talent for him to be a bishop instead of a politician.

The audience was deathly silent. The believers looked at the damp stains on the bishop's crotch and then at her obviously useless arm, and whispered among themselves.

"If he is a messenger of God, why did he harm the bishop?"

"Is that really God's will? I think he's more like the devil..."

"..."

"How dare you! Are you questioning me? Or are you questioning the gods?!"

Chrisbella was furious. She could be humiliated by Suren, which was beyond her control, but she would never allow herself to be looked down upon by these fools. Power was her only fig leaf.

"Don't forget who protected you when darkness fell! Who saved you from the witches' hunt time and time again!"

Chrisbella's gaze swept over the crowd, carrying the oppressive aura accumulated over many years. "Now, kneel! Accept the will of God!"

Under prolonged brainwashing and fear of the darkness of the outside world, the believers trembled and knelt down one after another, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground.

"Honorable divine messenger, who have you been instructed to find?"

Suren stood on the high platform, watching as the woman transformed from a prisoner to a noble and confident figure in just a few minutes, and curled her lip in disapproval.

This person's acting skills and the ignorance of these believers are a perfect match.

"A girl, a woman."

Suren gestured to Chrisbella to pass the photo down. Several believers looked at it and their expressions changed. They then passed it on to each other.

After a while.

"My lord... my divine messenger, we've never seen this woman before, but this little girl..."

An elderly believer was carefully pushed forward by several others. "This is... the witch who was burned at the stake back then..."

"That's none of your business."

Suren interrupted him, "She is the one God wants to take away. If you find these two, you can escape the curse here."

Upon hearing the words "escape the curse," the fear and confusion in the eyes of the believers below the stage were instantly replaced by fervor.

They didn't doubt the truth of the matter; they only felt that their decades of prayers had finally been heard by the gods.

Suren looked down at the cheering cannon fodder with pity in his eyes.

When Alessa's wrath descends, everyone will flee.

He didn't guarantee he'd get out alive.

"Great, let's get moving."

Suren waved his hand indifferently, "I'm only giving you three days."

……

a few days later.

Apart from a few injured people, a large number of believers were dispatched in batches to search various parts of the town.

Suren stroked her chin, looking at the empty hall.

The town has been thoroughly searched over the past few days, but Sharon has not been found.

"So Alessa really hid him?"

Suren was not surprised by this.

Sharon was summoned by Alessa with the purpose of regaining her power, destroying the church's faith, and completing her revenge.

Suren glanced at Chrisbella in the corner.

Why don't we just take her to Brookhaven Hospital to wish Alessa a Happy New Year in advance?

Alessa's true form has been in Brookhaven Hospital for many years, gathering power to seek revenge.

This is also why he spared Chrisbella's life.

Meanwhile, Chris Bella was receiving basic first aid from Ross.

The one-armed bishop's eyes flickered. She didn't know Suren's plans, only that if she stayed here, she would be tortured to death by this demon sooner or later.

She needed to find a way to get rid of Su Lun. A direct confrontation was impossible; the only way was to use someone else to do the dirty work.

Thinking of this, she looked with venomous eyes at Ross, who was wrapping bandages around himself.

From her observations over the past few days, she could tell that although the woman in front of her was foolish, she would do anything for her daughter.

Moreover, the man seemed exceptionally tolerant of the woman, granting her almost every request.

If they lure her to that place, that forbidden land where the darkest power is most concentrated...

If this woman goes, then this man will definitely follow.

Even if he is strong, he will only face death when facing that terrifying witch!

Thinking of this, Chrisbella secretly glanced at Suren, who seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, and whispered:

"Rose..."