Demigod Mage in America

After causing a major disaster, Dean sat at the bar with his hands clasped together, his eyes fixed straight ahead.

As for Sam, he apologized to David with a look of remorse, saying, "We will find a way to make up for this loss."

After saying that, he bowed to Raine again: "Mr. Constantine, please forgive my brother's rudeness."

Ryan waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing. As for David, what could he say when he saw that his boss was acting like this?

After witnessing the power of Rein's props firsthand, both Sam and Dean were extremely fascinated by them.

That signal flare could spew out flames even more powerfully than a flamethrower. What does that mean? It's like carrying a deadly weapon with you!

Moreover, given the portability of flare guns, they can freely take them anywhere they want to go.

"About these things..." Dean pointed to the flare gun and brass knuckles, "How much?"

"We will all barter. You can bring out your valuables and I will judge whether they are worth it."

These two don't look like rich people at all, so Ryan doesn't expect to squeeze anything good out of them.

But there was something about them that attracted Ryan.

The two exchanged a glance, feeling somewhat helpless about the lack of transparency in Rennes' pricing, but they had to admit that what Rennes was offering was very attractive.

They took out everything they had that they could exchange and let Ryan see it for himself.

Finally, Ryan found a yellowed, tattered piece of cloth inside.

"This is St. Francis's shroud." Dean looked longingly at Renn; it was a holy relic, and he couldn't bear to part with it.

Saint Francis? Upon hearing this name, Renn paused for a moment. A saint of Christ?

In Christ, those who can be called saints are all exceptional individuals, such as Joan of Arc.

But the reason he was stunned was that this tattered cloth actually contained a very strong power of faith.

Furthermore, these beliefs are without a master!

In other words, it's the faith he can absorb.

This single fragment contains the power of faith equivalent to that of three priests; if it were a whole piece…

Renn couldn't help but think that it must be at the level of a bishop.

Among priests, bishops are already considered the cream of the crop. In the world that Renne transmigrated to, they are on par with a lord, equivalent to a city-level leader or even the coordinator of several cities.

The power of faith, no matter how much, cannot compensate for its quality.

"This can be traded." He waved the fabric in his hand, indicating that it was a commodity.

The two brothers were very reluctant to part with it, especially Dean, because the piece of cloth had once helped them kill a Wendigo.

Legend has it that when a human consumes the flesh and blood of their own kind due to hunger or some other reason, they become addicted and eventually transform into this inhuman monster, possessing immense strength and invulnerability to weapons.

However, this garment of St. Francis's Bitter Clothes can cause Wendigo to lose its invulnerability, thus allowing Dean to defeat it with a single salt bomb.

Raine saw what they were thinking and took out a bronze longsword from inside.

Most of these were actually antiques left behind by Zhang Tuan; he simply modified them slightly to turn them into magical items.

"In exchange for these three," he said, placing the signal gun, brass knuckles, and bronze sword on the table, indicating that they could try them out themselves.

Sam picked up the sword. As a Stanford student, he knew about that ancient country and knew that this weapon was unique there.

"What's the use of this sword?" He stroked the blade and found that it was not sharpened. What use is a weapon that is not sharpened?

Raine smiled and gestured for him to touch the hilt of the sword.

Although this sword is fake, the craftsmanship is quite good. The hilt has a taotie pattern, which is a beast face, and there is also an inscription.

Those who are not seasoned experts in antique appraisal are unlikely to be able to tell the difference between real and fake.

Sam reached out and touched the sword guard, but to his surprise, the beast's mouth bit him hard.

"Ouch!" He instinctively pulled his hand back, only to find that it was bleeding. He could only look up at Ryan.

Dean instinctively reached for his gun, but Sam stopped him.

"Mr. Constantine, what does this mean?"

"You can try communicating with that sword now," Renn gestured, indicating that he would understand once he tried it himself.

Sam looked at the bronze sword upon hearing this, but found nothing unusual.

But just as he was thinking this, he noticed that the bronze sword seemed to move slightly.

illusion?

It moved again!

This time, Sam was certain that he wasn't imagining things; the sword really had moved.

He quickly focused his attention and tried to make the sword move, and to his surprise, it actually worked.

"Wow, Sammy, look at that sword!" Dean excitedly pointed to the sword floating up from the table and patted Sam on the shoulder.

With that strike, the longsword immediately fell to the ground.

"Dean..." Sam looked at his brother speechlessly, then looked at Raine: "This sword seems to be responding to my thoughts."

"That's right, it can not only be controlled remotely, but its power is also quite impressive."

After exchanging a glance, the two brothers decided that Dean would make the final decision.

"make a deal!"

Raine spent three items to buy the faith power of three priests; it was a worthwhile deal.

He glanced at David, who immediately understood.

"This is where we hunters gather. If you need any information, or want to buy or sell anything, you can come here." He took a business card out of his pocket and handed it to the two of them.

The above was originally Murphy's contact information, but it has now been erased by Ryan and replaced with David's.

"OK."

The two brothers left, now prepared and confident that they could rid themselves of the evil spirit.

Ryan stood with his hands behind his back, watching them leave.

"Boss, why did you let these two people come into contact with us?" David was very puzzled. Weren't they just ordinary people?

Without turning his head, Ryan said calmly, "That younger brother has the aura of a devil about him."

At this point, a smile curved his lips: "I'm very interested."

Upon hearing this, David reached up and wiped his neck, indicating that he would take care of it.

"No need. The time isn't right yet. I want to see what kind of demons exist in this world."

Could it be the same as what he encountered in hell?

Raine couldn't help but think of the demon lords he had imprisoned.

"My demons, they are all compassionate and righteous."

Before, he could get whatever he wanted simply by using the devil's wish-granting ability. Now, he has to do everything himself.

He didn't dare to use the wish spell carelessly. If it exceeded the range of the magic network, and he wished for daytime, and then the wish spell erased the distance between the sun and the earth, that would be quite a mess.

Even ten days of sunshine wouldn't be this awesome.

Bringing his thoughts back, Ryan greeted David.

"I'm leaving now. Contact me if you need anything."

Meanwhile, in the containment facility, Lux watched as the two men who had left returned successfully subdued the ghost.

He couldn't help but think to himself, "Could these two be the main characters?"

How come you got injured, ran away for a while, and came back stronger?

Is Han Tianzun a reincarnation?