Chapter 174

Just as Abam descended.

Far away in the Vatican, the church also had movement.

The Pope, wearing red and gold robes and looking majestic and holy, looked in a certain direction with his weathered eyes, as if sensing something, and whispered in his mouth, "The third one..."

A moment later, he walked to the front desk. Here, the solemn church looked holy under the reflection of the sunlight.

Especially at this moment when the aged Pope sat high on the throne, holding the scepter representing power in his hand, and the archbishops below stood together and chanted Hallelujah, an inexplicable shock and holiness enveloped this place.

Rows of cardinals stood in the front row, and there were many solemn-looking people behind them.

If someone who knew the internal affairs of the Holy See saw this scene, they would definitely be very shocked.

Because since the last dark counterattack ended a hundred years ago, the Vatican hadn't gathered so many great figures of the church in a hundred years.

Not even when the Pope was replaced had it been this complete!

Looking at the dozens of high-level church officials, excellent priests, and excellent nuns who had come from all over the world below, the Pope's aged face suddenly opened its eyes.

Accompanied by the opening of the eyes of this person with supreme divine power in the world, all the sounds stopped, and there were only countless pairs of reverent gazes.

"Darkness has returned."

And as soon as the Pope spoke, he didn't live up to their "expectations," directly causing a major earthquake.

Darkness returned?

You have to know, since the last dark counterattack was resolved a hundred years ago, there hadn't been any traces of darkness in this world for a long time. Even if there were, they were just small troubles and didn't amount to anything. As a result, now this supreme figure was telling them that darkness had come again?

The countless demon-hunting and witch-hunting operations in the Middle Ages, and the modern struggles against vampires, werewolves, giants, evil spirits, and ghosts—these were all recorded contents, and every one of them was extremely tragic. Now, were they coming back?

"Your Holiness, may I ask what kind of darkness this return is?"

Yes, darkness was just a general term, and there were many divisions within it. Were they those monster races that had been beaten down and were unwilling to give up? Or were they demons from hell? The difference between the two was too great.

"They are demons."

Then the Pope gave them another heavy blow.

"Just now, I received an apocalypse and made a prophecy. During this period, hell is gradually invading the world, and those alien races that are lingering on are also stirring with the movement of the demons, from the lowest-level yetis and wendigos to the blood clan and werewolves divided into three branches."

"Even the strange gods and demons that were wiped out long ago will reappear taking advantage of this time."

Everyone at this moment had a solemn face. Apocalypse!

This was enough to show that the situation this time would be extraordinarily vast and difficult.

But these people, having enjoyed a hundred years of peace, didn't have the strength of their predecessors!

To put it bluntly, even their faith didn't seem that pure.

The Pope sitting on the high throne could see everyone's expressions. At this moment, he saw a lot of fear and difficulty, but fortunately, the worst situation he had expected didn't occur.

Especially when he saw the fighting spirit flashing on the face of a strong old man below, he felt comforted in his heart instantly.

Fortunately, the Holy See hadn't fallen yet.

"Your Holiness, I wonder if the great Lord has any other revelations?" Someone asked at this time.

"No."

The Pope replied like this.

He was telling the truth, because God indeed hadn't told him more. There were only the apocalypses and warnings that came in his dreams, and in that warning, countless demon descents were vaguely prophesied.

"What should we do about this?"

"The Lord has no other instructions, so we act on our own?"

"This time it's a demon descent, we don't have enough manpower. How many priests do you have under your command who can exorcise demons? It's good enough if they can exorcise evil spirits."

"Many priests and nuns now have impure faith, and many people are just using the skin of the Holy See to get a free ride, especially those priests in big cities."

"Then what do we do? This matter sounds like it won't be small."

"Oh, you're asking me? How would I know?"

"Alas! I have a plan, maybe we can unite with secular countries, such as the Yaoguan Bureau in the United States. Don't we have cooperation with them? With the help of their network..."

"Fuck! Don't mention that bunch of trash from the Bureau who should go to hell. Do you know what they are doing? A bunch of idiots who blaspheme the Lord and play with evil forces. If we cooperate with them, we'll be killed first!"

"Then what do you say we do?!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion below.

Don't look at them as great figures of the Holy See; in reality, they were about the same as ordinary people.

"Cough, cough."

The sound stopped again.

"Don't be impatient."

The Pope knocked on the throne, "In the prophecy given by the Lord, although these demons will erupt in these few years, they are not continuous. Their descent is more like an outpost for some big guy in hell."

"And the descent of that big guy, according to the prophecy, might be after the millennium. We still have time to prepare."

"The main invasion site for the demons this time is the Americas. In fact, they are already starting to descend now."

The Pope's gaze gradually turned white. He looked in a direction, which happened to be the direction where Louis and Abam were fighting.

The next moment, the Pope's gaze looked toward the direction of the St. Cata Monastery.

A certain city in California, USA... a certain prison in Florida... Ohio...

Ordinary demons... great demons... the strong among great demons—Demon God level...

And various strange races, such as... the blood clan!

Too many, really too many.

So many that he couldn't see the specific descent locations and times of these guys at all.

Swish!

The Pope closed his eyes abruptly.

A moment later.

"The Exorcism Academy will be established immediately, the Holy Knights will be reorganized, the standards for permits for wild mediums and exorcists will be lowered, and the proportion of true priests absorbed from secular priests will be increased..."

"Shepherds of God, be prepared, the war has already arrived!"

All the high-level officials and excellent clergy drew crosses in front of them.

Louis, who was far away in California fighting Abam, had no idea that the appearance of Abam was already the third demon true-body descent.

And it had triggered a violent reaction from the Vatican Holy See.

I believe that in the near future, Louis will be able to feel the changes in it.

But now, he was still trying to find a way to fight Abam.

The golden light dissipated.

Louis was unscathed, the Wan Huan Yi was rustling, and within the barrier, the phantom of the Moth God appeared somewhat damaged.

And in front of him, the ferocious and terrifying Abam was unable to move, its whole body as if someone had poured concentrated sulfuric acid on it, rotting, scorching, melting...

The magma-like blood inside kept dripping, corroding a large trace on the ground.

"Strange god..."

It roared this sentence with difficulty.

Bang!

The claw swinging toward Louis fell directly from the air. Accompanied by the falling claw, it also forcibly broke free from this stiff state and entered the flame state just before Louis's Blood River Bead attack.

Swish!

The Blood River Bead passed through, and the huge flames fluctuated, but it didn't cause fatal damage to it.

The Blood River Bead was ultimately focused on physical attacks. Although it could also cause damage to spiritual bodies under the infusion of magic power, it was obviously not sharp enough.

Looking at Abam, who was close at hand and had turned into a flame spiritual body state, Louis's eyes turned ruthless. This was the opportunity!

Clap clap clap!

In the inner pocket of his jacket, twenty dark green crystal blocks melted collectively at this moment.

Whoosh!!

A burst of dark green flames appeared directly in the red flames. Fire burning within fire, it was truly incredible.

This was the reason why Louis dared to let Abam be summoned, and even let its true body descend: Poisonous Fire Art, the nemesis of demons! Double restraint!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A heaven-shaking roar and howl startled the birds in the entire sky, and even turned into sound waves, blowing the surrounding trees up by the roots.

The people on the ground who kept wanting to rush over to sacrifice themselves also had their eardrums bleed under this roar and died on the spot.

Only Father Cotton, who had rushed into the battlefield and headed straight for the stone platform, escaped a disaster because he fell into a crack while wrestling with Father Manli.

Seeing the aged Father Manli's ferocious face at this moment, and thinking of the demon above, Cotton hardened his heart, picked up a stone, and smashed it down fiercely.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Red and white mixed into a mess.

Puchi!

At the same time, the dagger in Manli's hand also used its last bit of strength to stab into Cotton's abdomen, and bright red blood flowed out instantly, staining his clothes red.

"You lambs... won't succeed... Great Abam... will resurrect us... Long live the demon!"

Manli swallowed his last breath with fanatical eyes.

Cotton stood up shakily, only to find that his ears were already ringing, filled with dizziness. He climbed up from the huge crack with difficulty, only to see that the war between gods and demons seemed to be continuing.

In the sky, the huge demon-shaped red flames were actually burning with dark green flames from the inside out, and these dark green flames seemed to be burning more and more vigorously, already seven or eight meters high. There seemed to be images emerging around it.

All of them were evil deeds that Abam had committed from ancient times to the present.

Rape and plunder, countless killings, bewitching girls to fall and kill their close relatives, tempting girls to seduce their stepfathers and kill their stepchildren, collecting the heads of fallen girls to build its nest in hell...

Every image turned into fuel at this moment, thrown into the dark green flames.

Making it burn more and more vigorously.

In this state, there seemed to be invisible telekinesis forcibly controlling its flame body, making it unable to move, only able to stand and be burned by these flames, completely unable to leave!

"Damn human, my... power... my power is incomplete... otherwise I... ah ah!"

Abam looked at Louis ferociously, seemingly wanting to remember Louis's face.

The kind of flames the other party used was too painful; it could actually judge sin. This was clearly the ability of those flame-type or justice-type gods who had already fallen or turned into demons.

I didn't expect that after so long, I could still encounter this disgusting thing again.

But it didn't matter, it had experience. Its channel was still left. After returning to hell, crossing space, these flames would naturally extinguish, and they couldn't burn it to death.

It was just unwilling.

It had fallen this time. Who knew when it would be summoned by its true body next time? Most importantly, the Demon King's order... I'm afraid I won't be able to make it to the Demon King's feast.

This was what made it most unwilling.

But there was no other way now. A witch who could restrict it, a strange god priest who could cause it damage—it really couldn't beat them with incomplete power.

Forget it, come back next time.

Thinking this way, Abam looked back inadvertently.

!!!

It saw a man covered in blood holding a dagger and stabbing toward the offering on the stone platform.

(End of chapter)