Chapter 172

"Demon! Get out of my daughter's body! I'm going to kill you!"

Switz shouted, his eyes filled with rage. He had done so much for his daughter, but now, the demon was still going to take her away from him. Damn it, he had to kill the demon.

As for killing his daughter in the process...

That was something that couldn't be helped. At the very least, if the demon were killed, his daughter's soul could go to heaven instead of being controlled by the demon and dragged down to hell.

This was the only thing he could do for his daughter, and for this, he would risk his life!

"Caleb! Get the gun and find your sister!"

He shouted, wanting his eldest son to join him.

Inside the house, his eldest son, whose mouth had been slashed, walked out with a gun, but intentionally or unintentionally, his muzzle seemed to be aimed at his own father.

At this moment.

"Switz?"

A voice rang out; it was Louis, who was standing at the farm gate looking at him, with Jiali by his side.

Switz was stunned. After taking two looks, he quickly recognized Louis and Jiali; after all, it had only been a few days ago, and he hadn't forgotten them.

"It's you two. Sorry, I have something to do right now and can't entertain you."

After Switz said this hurriedly, he looked at his son Caleb, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and find her!"

At this time, Caleb's muzzle was already pointed at the ground. Facing his father's roar, he nodded repeatedly and started moving his feet.

Louis, standing at the gate, had a calm expression.

Just a moment ago, he had sensed an inexplicable fluctuation in the stables, and Jiali had felt it too.

Just as they sensed it, the owner seemed to sense them too. Immediately after, Louis and Jiali saw a girl crawling out along the wall like a spider, disappearing into the woods in the blink of an eye.

And it was at this moment that Switz ran out, shouting about catching his daughter or something.

Louis was not surprised by Switz's presence here; from the moment he arrived and started asking those guys around, he already knew this was Switz's farm.

Combining what Switz had said in the car earlier with what he had just said, and connecting the information together.

It was easy to deduce the result.

The girl just now was his sick daughter, and probably the offering for the Minieer Sect this time. However, it was unknown what had gone wrong, but she had actually escaped in this state.

At this time, Father Cotton walked out of the stables, looking dejected.

His mood was very complex now: the collapse of his faith, the fear of the reality of God and the Devil, the shame of his own honesty having allowed the demon to continue possessing the girl...

All kinds of emotions were mixed together, leaving him suffering.

"No, I must do something. Now, first, find the girl."

Cotton pulled himself together.

At this moment, "Hello, may I ask what happened here just now?"

Looking up, a very handsome youth and a blonde girl were standing in front of him.

Cotton pursed his lips and shook his head, "Sorry, I can't talk about what happened here. You should leave quickly."

Shaking his head, the color of Louis's clothes shifted slightly, and an illusion appeared in the minds of Father Cotton and the two cameramen behind him.

Unable to help himself, Father Cotton told them everything that had happened earlier.

Just after finishing, Father Cotton forcibly broke free from the illusion, clutching his head, his brows furrowed, "Hiss..."

"What's going on? Why does it feel like I said something?"

Louis raised his eyebrows in surprise; Father Cotton's willpower was quite good to have broken free so quickly.

Quietly dispelling the illusion on the two cameramen, Louis looked at Father Cotton, "Since that's the case, we'll take our leave."

"Mm-hmm."

Father Cotton was still rubbing his brow, but his footsteps had already started to move, his eyes searching everywhere for the girl.

Watching Father Cotton leave.

Louis touched his chin, "Heh, Abam's prophetic ability is quite mediocre."

Abam possessed prophetic ability; Louis had known this from the beginning, otherwise, the whereabouts of him, Jiali, and Hai Li wouldn't have been told to the heretics by him.

However, the other party hadn't reacted until they reached the farm gate just now, and hadn't used their prophetic ability, which showed that this ability was quite mediocre.

"This is troublesome. I wanted you to gather all the heretics so I could wipe them out in one go. It seems you might not have that ability."

Louis had been exposing information all along, letting the ladies pass the word, just to get them to concentrate as much as possible so he could wipe them out. Approaching this sacrificial site was also to see what choice the demon Abam would make after foreseeing his approach.

Would it gather all its manpower to resist, or would it simply run away?

But now it seemed the other party's prophetic ability was limited. The wish to wipe them out in one go might not be realized. No, although the prophetic ability was limited, the fact that the other party could see him and Jiali coming and still directly control the host to escape showed that it could sense the strength of him and Jiali.

So, the question remained: would it gather its men next? Or would it run away?

"Let's go, Jiali, find her!"

Jiali nodded and directly released all her telekinesis. The invisible force, like a circle, rapidly expanded in all directions.

And at this time.

At the local church, an old man wearing a priest's robe, looking kind and benevolent, answered a phone call. His expression didn't change, but his eyes turned gloomy.

"Father Manli, what should I do?" A woman dressed in finery, who had just conspired with her lover to kill her son and was worried about her husband's return, was confessing to Father Manli and seeking an answer.

Father Manli still wore a kind smile, "The Lord will forgive you, but you should confess to your husband, because lies are unclean."

"Is, is that so? But, my husband will beat me to death, won't he?"

"No, if he beats you to death, he will be forsaken by the Lord, so you don't need to be afraid."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, Father Manli, I understand. I cannot lie, as that would lead to being forsaken by the Lord. I will go find my husband now."

Watching the woman leave, a flash of disgust crossed Father Manli's eyes. Stupid woman!

You've already killed someone, what does lying matter? And you still want to receive God's forgiveness? What a joke!

These people are truly too stupid; no wonder they are brainwashed by these flawed doctrines. Shepherding... shepherding... Heh, a bunch of stupid sheep!

But I am different. I want to jump out of this sheepfold and no longer be a sheep!

Therefore, I will not allow anyone to ruin this result.

Recalling the phone call just now, Father Manli's eyes were gloomy. At this moment, a tattoo on his body suddenly became scorching hot.

He hurriedly went to the church backyard, the place where he lived.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, kneeling piously, he cut his palm and let the fresh blood drip onto the ground, "Great Abam! Please give your instructions!"

A voice seemed to ring in Manli's ears. He closed his eyes tightly and nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood, I will hold the ritual right away."

"All of them?"

"Yes, I understand."

After speaking, he turned his hand over; by this time, the wound on his palm had already disappeared.

Manli took a deep breath and quickly returned to his usual calm appearance.

He took out his phone and started making calls.

Subsequently, Manli closed the church, walked out the back door, and headed in one direction. On the road he was traveling, one person after another came over, converging into a stream of people. They were all townspeople, and the fat woman who had pointed the way for Louis was among them.

From all walks of life, doing all sorts of things, there were shop assistants, lawyers from law firms, from the middle class to the proletariat, from the rich to the homeless...

Everyone was indistinguishable, regardless of status, they wouldn't despise you because your clothes were dirty, and they wouldn't discriminate against you because of your skin color, because they all shared the same faith.

"Great Abam!"

They stood in front of a wooden house in the suburbs; this was the second sacrificial site besides the Switz farm forest.

A huge summoning array had already been drawn here.

Five meters in diameter, round on the outside and square on the inside, with a pentagram and grids outlined inside, resembling a geometric figure. The lines were all blood-red, faintly emitting a fishy stench.

Everyone performed their duties: collecting wood, repairing the array with blood, checking the outlines of the array, polishing the stone platform, chanting incantations...

A portion of the core members put on black robes, started lighting bonfires, and stood around the summoning array, seemingly waiting for something. Father Manli had also changed out of his priest's outfit, pulled off the cross from his chest, put on a black robe, and stood at the very front.

Chanting the incantations together, the dense incantations formed a resonance under the chanting of a large number of people.

The sound gradually became massive and pervasive.

It felt like there was an inexplicable power influencing people's hearts.

The entire sacrificial scene, paired with this kind of sound, actually added a touch of solemnity to the eerie horror.

Time passed bit by bit.

The sound did not diminish, and everyone was still waiting.

At this moment, a gust of wind sounded.

An afterimage flashed by in front of their eyes. When they looked closely, they saw that on the stone platform in the center of the array, a blonde girl covered in filth was already lying there, and chains were automatically binding the girl's hands and feet.

This girl was Nuel.

At this time, Nuel seemed to have returned to herself, looking in horror at the chains binding her and the black-robed people chanting incantations around her.

"No! You, who are you?"

"Why am I here?"

"What are you going to do?"

Manli took a look, didn't reply, just walked up calmly and raised his hand.

Boom!

The chanting sound of the people around suddenly increased, and that massive sound seemed to be filled with fanaticism and desire.

Nuel screamed continuously. She looked around at the pairs of eyes, pairs of eyes staring fixedly at her, seemingly in reverence, faith, fanaticism, longing, greed...

Eyes that placed everything on her!

In this fanatical atmosphere, Father Manli took out a dagger from his black robe. He stretched out his aged palm and stroked Nuel's belly.

The girl's tender, smooth skin didn't cause him the slightest hesitation; there was only the search for a position, just like stroking livestock.

Finally.

The hand stopped.

(End of chapter)