Exorcist of the American Nightmares

Of course, mere words and this display are definitely not enough to frighten a demon of this caliber.

However, York expressed his strong will.

"Go back."

Surprisingly, facing the seventh of the seventy-two demon gods in hell, a marquis who even controls forty legions of hell, the system finally issued him a mission.

[...]

[Condition met: Trigger random mission, demon manifestation]

[Mission requirement: Eliminate or expel]

[Mission reward: +55 attribute points]

[...]

This was certainly an unexpected joy, and it let York know exactly what level this seventy-two pillar demon god's strength was pegged at.

If his previous estimates for such missions were correct, where each point of reward was worth ten thousand, then this reward of 55 attribute points indicated that the demon named Amon in front of him had reached a strength of 550,000.

That was far stronger than the previous melee demon who manifested in reality, which only had 330,000 points.

So, with just 550,000 strength, York, who possessed several million, naturally had to seriously undertake this mission.

[Mission successfully accepted]

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Hearing the response beside his ear, York looked towards the building in front of him where Ryanne slowly walked across the air as if on flat ground.

"Annoying presence," Ryanne said calmly, seated in a chair.

Her words startled Drew, who was still sitting on the floor, prompting him to instinctively follow Ryanne's gaze.

Unfortunately, he only saw a plain wall and the specially prepared prop window meant to explode at a specific moment.

The view outside was the same one he had been looking at during his live broadcasts.

It was dark with lights shooting into the sky.

The scenery was plain, after all, his building was located in the suburbs, which technically was part of an industrial area including residential dormitories.

He chose this location because of its cheap price and its not-so-distant proximity from the city center, hence setting up his broadcast here.

It is worth mentioning that this was a great spot found by the now-vanished Mark.

At the time, he even complimented it, though it seems there was an ulterior motive.

Drew, prepared to accept judgment, greedily watched the outside scenery as if it were the most beautiful he had ever seen.

But why, he saw a figure slowly walking towards him in the air.

Behind the figure was the darkness of the night, and importantly, the figure in the air seemed to glow.

Drew's face showed stupefaction; his brain couldn't quite catch up.

"Is this a hallucination before death? Or is this a person my subconscious made up?

Or is it that I long for and seek God's salvation?"

Drew's brain buzzed as he watched the glowing figure and managed a bitter smile.

Unknowingly, he felt that his end was near.

But suddenly, he could clearly see the appearance and attire of the figure approaching.

Tall and sturdy, from the very distinct lines, he knew this body must be very robust.

Thick and neatly arched eyebrows showed a trace of confidence and determination, a resolute and handsome face revealing endless wisdom and thoughtful consideration, eyes twinkling with a firm light, as if able to peer into the secrets and truths of people's hearts.

Also, the attire the person wore was familiar to him.

The solemn and artistically rich black robe, sleeves loose and hanging to the wrists, with lines of purple and gold.

This was the sacred robe typically worn by church bishops, the genuine robes he bought and this fabric were simply not on the same level, just the artistic flair and the smooth restrained material showed that his fake robe couldn't compare.

"Of course, it's a bishop from the church."

Due to various reasons, Drew immediately concluded that everything appearing before his eyes was a hallucination produced by his mind.

But suddenly, before Drew could sigh and bow his head, everything that abruptly happened in front of him once again left him in a stupefied state of disbelief.

In front of him, a large window along with the wall it was part of exploded into fragments.

This spectacular scene made Drew involuntarily open his mouth.

He didn't understand what was happening.

But York, who had already arrived in the broadcast hall, knew what was going on.

After his arrival, he had been subtly contending with the demon named Amon, even going so far as to retrieve the accumulated holy power from a divine incarnation left in the world of decay at a church.

The wall that suddenly exploded was the result of their covert struggle.

He looked at Ryanne, who was sitting in the chair, her face morphing into a grotesque expression, and smiled.

"I told you, you can go back."

With that, York parted the dense static fragments in the air, stepped on the ground, and in the next second, appeared before Drew, directly facing Ryanne in the chair.

This

 scene also appeared on camera.

York's sudden appearance caused a surge in viewership, with at least two million more tuning into the livestream, causing an uproar.

"Who is this?"

"Who is this guy?"

"Is this another person behind the scenes? He's very handsome and truly has presence, facing the demon directly."

"Something's off, I recognize the clothes this man is wearing."

"This is a bishop's robe from the church, meaning this man who suddenly appeared is a bishop."

"The guy before, are you serious or joking?"

"Wasn't this about judging Drew, the sinner? What's with the demon pulling this plot?"

"."

The comments exploded, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically, saying it all.

At the same time.

This scene was also seen by clergy in Los Angeles.

"Phew, Bishop York has appeared."

A monk squeezed among the priests, relieved in his heart.

At this moment, they were each holding a smartphone, watching.

From God's perspective, every recently calmed neighborhood had a group of clergy huddled together, gazing admiringly at the figure that seemed to stand tall against the heavens.

—

And on a chartered plane rushing over, Father Augustus and others were also intently watching the large screen in front of them.

"Bishop York," Archibald said as soon as he saw the figure filling the screen.

Since Bishop Romulo informed them, these clergy members supporting Los Angeles already knew that Bishop York, who had just returned, had taken over the case.

Surprisingly, as soon as they knew Bishop York had taken over, the tense and heavy atmosphere lingering on the plane changed instantly.

It felt like having someone to rely on, feeling very reassured, and this sense of security soared to its peak when this figure suddenly appeared in the livestream.

—

"Mom, look, Bishop York has appeared, you should know what I'm saying is true, right?"

In a luxurious room, Saxton, like a child, was extremely excited, his face flushed.

This voice fell in a room where a lady named Camille, who was preparing to sleep and now watching the livestream, said helplessly:

"Alright, alright, I know you're telling the truth, it seems Bishop York really has returned."

Just then, a young, crisp voice exclaimed.

"Mom!!! Bishop York!!!"

Bella, who had been frightened and hiding in Mrs. Camille's arms, suddenly screamed.

Her voice was very powerful, completely belying her earlier trembling question about what would happen to this man.

Mrs. Camille instinctively stared at the figure imprinted in her mind, which kept her tossing and turning every night, a light appearing in her eyes.

—

At the same time.

A tall and elegant girl sat in a chair, looking at the science textbooks in front of her, stretched a lazy waist, and spoke in a complaining tone.

"Grandpa Bill, did you also study these back in your day?"

As if chatting with someone, the sound made the space seem a bit eerie.

Because there was only the girl in the room, so who was she talking to?

If someone were present, they would find it quite creepy.

But the girl then spoke again as if indeed someone was chatting with her.

"Oh, is that so, since it's important, I'll try harder."

Just then, the girl seemed to see something, put her finger to her lips, and looked at the side where an ethereal old man seemed to stand and hushed a sound.

"My sister is coming up with a tablet, but by her expression, she seems to have something to tell me."

"Janet! Janet!" The next second, a voice calling out and the sound of footsteps on the stairs rose as Margaret, the eldest sister of the Paige family, ran up and appeared before Janet, handing her the tablet.

"Look what I found?"

Janet's eyes glanced at the old man and with a puzzled look, she turned to the tablet screen.

"Don't tell me, it's another one of your so-called exorcism livestreams, I've told you before, those livestreams are fake."

However, her words abruptly stopped, Janet widened her eyes and stared at the figure in the livestream, uttering a phrase that made Margaret see the invisible old man shiver.

"Bishop York?"

—

In the living room of a villa.

The Warren couple was sitting in front of a small, frail-looking elderly woman with a very kindly face, chatting about something.

"Mrs. Ellis, I believe the church will recognize your mediumship abilities, which will make things a bit easier for you," Lorraine said with a gentle smile.

The elderly woman in front of her was a respected predecessor, whose mediumship abilities were not far off from her own. In the industry, the old woman was very powerful.

This time, the old woman had come to seek the church's recognition and to be officially recorded, so she sought out this

 couple familiar with the church.

"Thank you for your help," Mrs. Ellis said warmly.

"If there's anything, you can also call me to help, but as it happens, I've recently encountered some problems."

The Warren couple exchanged smiles, they were indeed ready for a break.

Just then, their assistant Drew came hurriedly with a tablet, interrupting the conversation, saying,

"Mr. Ed, the livestream you asked me to keep an eye on has some issues. I was too lazy to watch the previous fake antics, so I waited until now to look, but do you know, Bishop York has actually appeared in this livestream!"

As he rambled on, everyone was shocked, Ed immediately disregarded the conversation, snatched Drew's tablet, and as Mrs. Ellis and Lorraine leaned over, he looked at the familiar figure and murmured.

"It's really Bishop York, what exactly happened?"

—

As the livestream coincidentally came to the attention of many people connected to York, including the well-rested Warren couple.

Far in New York, an elderly man who should have been resting was watching the big screen, seeing York appear in the livestream, and said to the hundreds of little screens in front of him with a relaxed smile.

"Look, the young man is really capable, to be honest, with such a presence, he's fully qualified to become a new symbol of our church."

As he finished speaking, a voice came through on the screen, seemingly moved by the livestream.

"Times have really changed, this livestream including these comments has shown us some things, to be honest, we old-timers should step aside."

"A new era, a new epoch, right? Technology is advancing, and we've seen the spread of information, this Drew, although an ordinary person, his exorcism process was all correct, and these comments show that what used to be very mysterious about exorcisms is no longer a secret."

"Hehe, anyway, I've found a successor and am ready to retire to enjoy the rest of my life with a relaxed mind."

"Bishop Peter, you're really quick, you must have been prepared for a long time, I am too."

"Hehe, we've done so much for the church and humanity, it's time to enjoy."

One after another, gentle voices sounded, and Bishop Romulo looked at York, unable to help but show a tender smile.

"How about, we take this opportunity to unveil the church's mysterious veil, reveal the real cases to humanity, let them know the true face of demons, stand in the forefront?"

As he spoke, the discussion briefly fell silent.

In this brief calm, a frail voice sounded.

"Now that people have come to know the truth of this world, there's no need to keep our actions secret,

humanity should know everything we've done, know what this world faces, know the role the church has played, know who we've sacrificed at the front lines, and know who has been sacrificed."

The room fell silent, with only voices of agreement.

If York had been there, he would have recognized the voice.

The Vatican.

An old man finished speaking, looked at the livestream in front of him, then turned to Bishop Cecil standing beside the bed and said.

"What do you think, can York win?"

Pope Gregory, who had been lying in a coma, surprisingly woke up, his demeanor seemingly spirited, as if he had just had a good rest.

"Your Holiness, from the cases involving York, I can only come to one conclusion,"

Bishop Cecil looked at the screen and smiled.

"York won't lose to a subordinate of Belial, even if it is one of the seventy-two demon gods."

Hearing this, Pope Gregory showed a mysterious smile.

—

In a moment, this ordinary exorcism livestream had unexpectedly become the center of attention across the globe.

"Who are you!"

At this point, in front of all the viewers, Ryanne no longer had the appearance of having everything under control, but stared intently at the man in front of her and said in a deep voice.

In her view, this man was entirely a bundle of painfully bright light.

York smiled without responding to her question, simply pulling out the cross hanging around his neck, using telekinesis to lift the heavy Bible from the ground to his hands, and said.

"I am York John, a plain and simple bishop of the church, appointed on December 25th last year, and from now on, the real exorcism livestream begins."

His calm voice traveled through the livestream to all the viewers, causing the comments section to climax, rotating faster than ever before.

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