A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

Bunias stared intently at Leon, raising his right hand, his pale fingers clenching in the rain.

"I originally wanted to get rid of that eyesore of a counterfeit before thinking about anything else." Bunias's voice was calm, raindrops streaming down his cheeks.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the incarnation of Jesus and locking onto Li Ang, who was standing at the edge of the magic circle.

"Kill you, and that fake will naturally disappear."

[Ding! The minions of the extraterrestrial demons have been detected threatening the base area. Please handle this immediately.]

[Successfully killing or driving away the enemy will reward you with +30 contribution points.]

[Target Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 2]

Li Ang laughed in exasperation after reading it: "Beyond, you think you can capture the leader first when you're only at the second level of Qi Refining? Come to think of it, why do I feel like I'm the villain?"

Bunias didn't reply; his figure blurred and disappeared into the rain.

Li Ang's divine sense almost instinctively captured the movement trajectory of that killing intent, which was now integrated with the rain curtain, like a blade carried by the water flow, slicing in from the side!

Li Ang did not dodge. With his divine sense fully activated, this guy's movements were no different from a sniper duel at the middle gate, except he had a frame on his head.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing forward.

The blood and qi within his body exploded like a powder keg that had been ignited! Blood mist gushed out from the pores of his palms, condensing into a dark red stream of air in the downpour.

"Blood Demon Lord's Sword! Come forth!"

The crimson aura suddenly contracted, condensing into a long sword about three feet long. The sword blade was a translucent dark red, with fine golden patterns flowing on its surface. These patterns flickered on and off, as if the sword itself were alive.

The Venerable Sword swept sharply to the side, and Bunyas's figure suddenly appeared less than three meters away from Leon, with a gash already cut into his body.

Five slender black fingernails emerged from the tips of his right fingers, wreathed in dark purple mist. He looked at the wounds on his body, his brows furrowed.

"You! A priest, how did you manage to pull out something like that?!"

"It was issued by the parish, so priests should be armed too, shouldn't they?" Li Ang flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword drew a dark red arc in the air, sizzling as it cut through the rain.

Without another word, Bunias flashed forward, this time even faster, his five black fingernails piercing straight into Li Ang's throat!

Instead of retreating, Li Ang advanced, raising his Venerable Sword from bottom to top. The moment the blade collided with his fingernail, a sharp metallic scraping sound rang out, particularly jarring in the downpour.

Black fragments fell from his fingernails. Bunias's expression changed, and he slid back several meters. He looked down at his right hand and saw that two of his five fingernails had been cut off, with dark purple liquid oozing from the broken ends.

"Father...you're very interesting."

"The most interesting part is yet to come!" Li Ang stretched his shoulders and twirled the Venerable Sword in his hand.

Bunias remained silent, staring at the sword in Li Ang's hand, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He suddenly opened his mouth and let out a sharp whistling sound.

As the howling sound spread, the dark red patterns on the edge of the magic circle began to twist violently. Several dark red chains formed from blood shot out from the ground of the magic circle, writhing in the air like living snakes, and coiling towards Li Ang from all directions.

"Tentacle-based attacks again? That stuff is so outdated!"

Li Ang sighed helplessly, moved his feet, and slid back several meters. He swung the Venerable Sword in front of him quickly, severing the two chains that had first wrapped around him.

But more chains have been flanking us from the sides and rear, their numbers increasing as if they could never be cut off.

Li Ang simply stopped moving. He stood still, letting the chains surge in from all directions, binding him tightly.

The chains tightened, enveloping him in a dark red cocoon.

Upon seeing this, Bunias breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized something was wrong!

"This is...!!"

Fine, bright red lines appeared on the surface of the dark red chain, as if something was seeping out from the inside. The bright red light grew brighter and brighter, shining through the gaps in the lines and illuminating the entire open space.

Bunias instinctively took a step back, and then the cocoon burst open.

A crimson light mixed with dark red blood mist shot out in all directions! The chains were blasted into countless fragments, which dissipated into mist in the rain.

Li Ang stood still, holding the Venerable Sword in his right hand, while a ball of blood-red light had somehow condensed between the five fingers of his left hand.

Bunyas's pupils contracted sharply.

"What is this?!"

Li Ang did not answer; instead, he tossed the ball of light in his hand into the air.

When the ball of light rose to about two meters above his head, it exploded like fireworks! Instantly, the intense light blinded Bunias!

Bunyas felt a burning pain all over his body, but he couldn't see anything!

He instinctively stepped back, waving his hands wildly in front of him, trying to block any possible attack.

"Mine is very big, it will hurt a lot later, so please bear with it." Li Ang's calm voice suddenly rang in my ears.

"Father!" Bunias growled, grabbing wildly with both hands in front of him, trying to grasp something in the direction of the sound.

But his hand grasped at empty air, and then he felt a cool sensation on his right shoulder, as if something had gently touched his shoulder.

Then the cold sensation turned into a warm current, and then the pain caught up!

"puff!"

Bunias' arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder, with a smooth and even cut.

Dark purple mist gushed out of the wound and spread outwards in large quantities.

A sharp pain erupted from his shoulder, rushing up his spine to his brain. Bunias let out a piercing scream and fell backward to the ground, clutching the wound on his right shoulder with his left hand.

His silver hair was disheveled, wet from the rain and stuck to his face; his complexion was so pale it was almost transparent.

Li Ang shook the Venerable Sword to remove the remaining liquid, then looked down at Bunyas, who was slumped on the ground.

"Now, it's time to answer a few questions for me." Having finally caught a demon messenger who had retained his complete memories, Li Ang planned to use soul-searching to interrogate him thoroughly.

Bunias did not answer; he simply raised his head and looked up at the gray sky with an almost desperate expression.

"Master...save me..."

His voice was hoarse and weak, but the red patterns in the center of the magic circle that had faded suddenly lit up again!

Red light burst forth from the patterns, condensing into a thick pillar of light in the air, shooting towards Jacob!

Jacob was still slumped on the ground when he saw the red light shooting towards him. He instinctively tried to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him, and the red light pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy.

Jacob's body jolted, he lowered his head, and fell silent.

Then he suddenly raised his head.

Those eyes, which were originally cloudy and aged, had now turned completely blood red.

He slowly stood up, and the aura he exuded was completely different.

The surrounding air began to distort and heat up, and the rain evaporated before it even hit his head.

"I am the wielder of the power of abundance and decay, the Duke of the Abyss—Bunne."

Jacob, or rather, the guy who should be called Bune now, slowly turned his head and looked at Leon.