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

Seror was tilting his head slightly, with an expression that suggested he was thoroughly enjoying watching a show.

"Paimon! It's you! You're helping this human?!" Bunne's voice came from the orb of light, like the growl of a wild beast.

"I wouldn't say I was helping him, I just found the priest quite interesting."

"Interesting? Do you even know what he's done?!" Bunne's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

"I know, but he's different~" Paimon blinked his purple eyes and chuckled.

After a moment of silence, Buñé stopped arguing with Paimon and suddenly turned around, diving towards the spot where Jacob had fallen!

Li Ang reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of his left hand, the Stars and Stripes banner slipped from his sleeve and fell into his palm. With a flick of his wrist, the banner unfurled in the rain, fluttering loudly!

"Hmph! Trying to escape?!"

Li Ang now finally understood why Fernéus said Paimon was crazy, but he couldn't care less at the moment. If Bunei were to return to Jacob's body, the advantage they had painstakingly built up would truly become Chiang Kai-shek's gold yuan.

As magic power was poured into the Soul Banner, the red and white patterns on the banner instantly lit up, and each star was activated one by one. A powerful suction force surged from the center of the banner, like an invisible giant hand, grabbing fiercely at the dark red orb!

Bu Nie's figure paused in mid-air. Although the suction force did not directly pull him into the Soul Banner, it clearly slowed him down.

"What is this?!" Bunne's voice carried a hint of surprise.

"It's just a blessing from the Lord!" Li Ang increased the output of his magic power, while Bune resisted with all his might.

"Shirley, come out and do some work!"

Li Ang roared, and a pale blue figure emerged from the flag.

This time, Shirley didn't argue with Li Ang. Instead, after quickly scanning the room, she immediately understood what Li Ang meant.

"Okay!"

Without saying a word, Shirley immediately floated quickly toward Buñe in mid-air, as if trying to grab him.

Bune was held captive in mid-air by the suction of the Soul Banner, unable to break free for a moment. The surface of the dark red sphere of light began to churn violently, like a pot of boiling blood, and then emitted a low roar:

"Buneas!"

Bunias struggled to lift his head, his face deathly pale, dark purple blood still seeping from the wound on his severed arm.

When he saw Bougne calling him, his heart skipped a beat.

"Owner..."

"How long have you been following me?"

"For over a hundred years, Master... I have always been loyal..." Bunyas's voice trembled; he had a vague idea of ​​what Bunyas was about to say.

"Very well, then serve me with your final act of loyalty."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark red chain shot out from the sphere of light and struck Bunyas squarely in the chest!

Bunias's body suddenly arched, and a grayish-white soul was forcibly pulled out of his body!

His soul twisted and struggled in mid-air, letting out a piercing scream: "Master! I shed blood for you! I shed blood for—"

Before he could finish speaking, the grayish-white soul had already been flung by Bune towards the direction of the soul banner.

Shirley was still in mid-air, completely unaware that something else was flying towards her.

By the time she realized what was happening, Bunias's soul was already plastered on her face.

Sherry reached out almost instinctively, and the moment her fingers touched Bunyas's soul, a powerful suction force surged from the soul banner, directly drawing the grayish-white soul inside.

A faint light flashed across the flag before returning to stillness.

The Soul Banner has absorbed a new cultivator's soul. Choose to keep it or refine it.

"Refine it immediately!"

Li Ang glanced at the system notification, then looked up at the sky.

Bunne gained his freedom in the brief moment of calm brought by the Soul Banner, and the dark red orb of light plummeted down, precisely plunging into Jacob's body.

Jacob's body, which had been in a coma, twitched suddenly, and then he slowly stood up.

"Paimon, you can't stop me." Bunne stretched his body, a hint of smugness in his voice.

Paimon remained standing at the edge of the crowd, her expression calm. She didn't try to stop them, but simply watched quietly, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Hehe~ I wasn't planning on stopping you anyway."

But just then, Shirley suddenly spoke up.

She shouted in Jacob's direction, "Jacob Byr!"

The shout was very loud, like someone trying to wake someone who was trapped in a nightmare.

Buñe's body suddenly paused, and Leon instantly realized that this was Jacob's soul rebelling.

Without hesitation, he flipped his right hand, and the Soul-Snatching Bell slid from his storage ring into his palm. With a flick of his wrist, the clear sound of the bell rang out in the rain.

"jingle--"

The sound pierced through the rain, the wind, and even some kind of barrier within the body possessed by the demon.

Jacob's expression instantly twisted, as if two intense forces were colliding within him!

"Aaaaaahh ...

With a strange cry, his eyes suddenly cleared for a moment.

He looked down at his hands, still stained with sheep's blood, and then looked around at the Amish people lying on the ground, his daughter tied to a stake, and the sacrificial knife lying on the ground.

His body began to tremble.

"What...what have I done..."

The old man sobbed in the cold wind and rain.

"She's my daughter... I did it myself... I almost..."

He bent down and, with trembling hands, picked up the knife that had fallen into the mud.

Bunne's voice came from deep within his throat: "Jacob, what are you doing? Put down that knife!"

"I...I don't deserve to live..." Jacob's voice trembled as he gripped the hilt of his knife, the tip pointing at his abdomen.

"I summoned a demon... I almost sacrificed my own child... I..."

"Jacob!" Bunne's voice became urgent.

"Weren't you doing this for the community? Didn't you think this way before? Sacrificing one person to save everyone, wasn't that your belief?!"

Jacob paused for a moment, his eyes beginning to struggle again. Bunne's words seemed to carry an irresistible force, slowly eroding his brief moment of lucidity.

Li Ang watched this scene, took a deep breath, and looked at Ellie.

Ellie's shoulders trembled, and she instantly understood what Li Ang meant. Tears streamed down her face, but she nodded vigorously.

"Whoosh—Pfft!"

Li Ang flashed, and the Venerable Sword drew a straight, bloody trail in the rain, piercing Jacob's chest from the front!

The sword tip protruded from behind, and blood flowed down the blade, quickly diluted in the rain.

Jacob's eyes widened suddenly. He looked at the blood-red longsword in front of his chest, then at Li Ang in front of him. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, and his right hand rose slightly.

But Leon will not give him any more chances, whether this person is now Jacob or Bunne.

"Pfft!!"

Jesus' right hand pierced through Jacob's back and out through his chest, creating two penetrating wounds, one in front and one behind, with Leon's Venerable Sword.

Jacob's body was simultaneously pierced and immobilized by these two forces, leaving him frozen in place.

Bunne's voice, emanating from deep within his throat, mingled with Jacob's own faint gasps, creating an eerie double sound effect: "You..."

"Jacob Bayle," Leon's voice was calm.

"You did make a mistake, but you were tempted by the devil. You shouldn't be the one to end it all. Suicide is a grave sin, and I will end your mistake!"

After he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist.

The Venerable One's sword swirled around Jacob's chest before being pulled out sharply, and the incarnation of Jesus also pulled his arm out.

The moment the blade left his body, Jacob leaned forward, muttering:

"Thank you..."

A red light flew out from his body, twisted a few times in the air, let out a low growl of unwillingness, and then quickly disappeared into the magic circle on the ground.

Jacob's body twitched twice on the ground, then remained completely still.

The heavy rain began to subside.

The rain, which had been pouring down like a waterfall, gradually thinned out. Although the sky was still dark, it no longer had that oppressive feeling of dark clouds looming over the city.

Li Ang stood in the rain, the Venerable Sword in his hand turning into a bloody mist and dissipating.

Paimon stood at the edge of the crowd, a subtle light gleaming in his purple eyes.

"Interesting," she said softly.

Then Serlier's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, actually emitting a soft snore.