"York's direction, huh..."
Having confirmed the situation, Bishop Richard stared straight at the direction of the light sphere with his deteriorating eyes, silent, lost in thought.
Until the light sphere slowly extinguished, like a life that had burned out its brilliance, it came to an end.
Father Daniel, serving as the bishop's eyes, timely said, "Bishop, it's gone now."
From the moment the light sphere appeared, the expression on the bishop's face seemed to grow more complex.
"Hmm."
Bishop Richard, unable to see Father Daniel's expression or know his thoughts, just sighed lightly and said, "Take me down, please."
His voice was even more weary, "I'm tired."
"Yes."
Father Daniel silently pushed the wheelchair, leading the old man towards the exit.
At the same time.
Bang!
Scattered with divine power, debris flew outward, revealing York amidst it.
"Good, I didn't estimate wrongly."
Recalling the moment of the tidal wave's impact, York looked at the space in front of him, which had lost its original appearance, filled with sighs.
Although the explosion's power was only equivalent to tons of TNT, the impact was not weak, more tangible than theoretical.
The tidal wave that came rolling was directly collided with by the protective circle formed by his telekinesis, eventually flowing around like water hitting a stone.
The commotion it caused was not small.
York instinctively looked back at the house.
Sure enough, the house behind him had already turned into ruins, only the place where the child was located remained intact, with the protective circle still faintly present.
Seeing this, York couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and looked straight ahead.
By now, the landscape in front had been altered by the holy grenade, with vegetation and forests now completely barren.
A huge crater appeared not far ahead.
With everything in clear view and no obstructions, York frowned slightly and gestured with his hand.
The knight's sword that had been floating in the air landed firmly in his hand.
"The Archdemon?"
In front, slowly rising and forming into a cylinder darker than the night, intending to devour everything, the dark aura was right before his eyes.
Such a spectacular scene was evidently the Archdemon, speculated to be summoned by Marum, descending upon the mortal world.
"Deserving of a cult leader, huh? Such a grand sacrifice."
York narrowed his eyes, attached the knight's sword to his waist, and gestured again, controlling the holy grenade to fly in front of him, landing in his right hand.
"Just unsure what level of demon it is, and the task has already been completed after all the cultists committed suicide in sacrifice."
As York's inner voice fell, a mission completion notification sounded in his ear.
[Task Requirement: Destroy the cult and exterminate the cultists (Completed)]
[Task Reward: +65 attribute points (Granted)]
[…]
In that moment, York gained more strength, immediately allocating the newly granted 65 points to his most effective attribute [Spirit/Divine Power].
Now, in the midst of battle, he wouldn't hold back points, nor would he save them even outside of combat.
Although the task rewards are based on his strength, the stronger he becomes, the fewer reward points he would receive, meaning future tasks won't grant as high points as before.
But it's a double-edged sword; with the increase of supernatural events, and their growing strangeness, not improving his strength would only heighten the danger.
He didn't want to hastily prepare for battle when danger approached; he wanted to steadily overpower, ensuring safety.
That's taking responsibility for his own life.
"Pity, if the task rewards didn't change after accepting the task and then strengthening, that would be great."
Listening to the point allocation notification, York felt the system was quite cunning.
Regardless, tasks are always based on his own strength.
If his strength doesn't change, then the reward points don't change. Once there's a change, the reward points start to adjust.
A point-adding system that doesn't allow for any bugs, York experienced deeply.
[Point Allocation Successful]
[Spirit/Divine Power 155 increased to 220]
"Breaking two hundred."
Feeling the change in himself, York stared at his personal panel, contemplating.
Once an attribute value breaks a hundred, it brings some changes, a pattern he had figured out long ago.
This instant change expanded the range of his 3D map directly to a hundred meters.
His mind became extraordinarily clear, so clear that he felt he could control and sense the unseen, minute dust particles around him.
The effects were numerous, but all had changed, even telekinesis became more intuitive, its essence purer.
If previously he could exert a hundred percent, now he could achieve a hundred and ten percent.
"What a nice feeling, but now's not the time to savor it."
With successful point allocation, York was already in a throwing posture; he had never lost sight of the slowly rising dark aura in front of him.
Stepping forward with his left foot, his right hand followed his body's momentum, throwing out, creating an air blast that rapidly spread.
Boom! Like a sonic boom.
The holy grenade, carried by the blast, shot out from York's right hand.
For York, whose physique had broken a hundred, a few hundred meters was nothing.
He could even judge how much force was needed to ensure the holy grenade landed precisely on the dark aura's location.
Thus, as the grenade shot out, York, brushing against the air, reached in front of the huge cylindrical dark aura before, carrying all the floating equipment, quickly retreating.
At the same time, the child who had been lying on the floor asleep suddenly floated up and bumped into his arms.
"Although not much, not too little, just enough to use, but savings where possible should still be made."
Checking his personal panel again, York held the child, his face still calm.
He had already dashed out over two hundred meters in the same moment the grenade was launched.
"It should be there by now."
Not even looking back to see if the holy grenade had reached its destination, York activated his telekinesis.
At this moment, making what he believed was the right choice.
Pressing the red button on the remote that floated beside him, wondering if a second bombing could destroy and interrupt the summoning still in progress.
Click! The red button on the remote was automatically pressed.
"Fools would wait for your arrival." York thought.
Boom!!!!!!
The familiar roar once again echoed in the mortal realm.
After the first sun formed by divine power vanished, not even half a minute passed before a second sun rose in the sky.
As York reached a certain distance in a flash, he immediately braked and turned to face behind.
In his eyes, the second holy sun reemerged, illuminating everything.
Where the holy light shone, the originally thick dark cylinder, darker and more substantial than the night, instantly collapsed, its existence erased as if the previous spectacular scene was casually wiped away like a clown.
At this moment, the entire space was filled only with holy light, nothing else.
"One thousand points of divine power."
York's eyes glowed with fervor, allowing the surging wave to press down.
But compared to the previous tidal wave, the current wave became smaller as it lost momentum with distance. York didn't move, only holding the sleeping child and choosing another method to block, the one that consumed the least — a spell of protection.
"Protego," he uttered, using only twenty points of mana to form a shield that enveloped him and the child in his arms, as well as all the floating equipment.
Bang!
The tidal wave clashed with the shield but couldn't shake it, not even a fraction. The twenty points of mana transformed into a shield through the converter acted like a massive stone blocking the wave, diverting it to flow around York and continue behind him.
Noise filled the air, but York stood still, focusing on the slowly diminishing light orb, squinting slightly.
"Is it over?"
Until everything calmed down and the second light orb vanished from sight.
"Something's not quite right, it feels like..."
York sensed a deathly silence but also perceived something else, his expression growing even more serene. He casually tossed the child behind him, where a burst of telekinesis ensured a soft landing on a cleaner area of ground, and with all the floating equipment, he began to walk forward.
"It's not over yet."
York walked slowly, his right hand casually resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
As if reflecting York's thoughts, the dark aura that had vanished, reemerging as a scattering of black dust in the air the moment the light orb dissipated, suddenly reappeared. However, compared to the commotion it caused before, it was much less significant.
The slowly emerging dark aura was more dispersed, failing to form the solid and dark cylinder as before, resembling a last flicker of light.
This outcome was unexpected to York; he had thought that after the bombardment with ten thousand points of divine power, the summoning would be interrupted, regardless of the stage.
This outcome was probably also unexpected to Marum, had he still been alive, he would have become even angrier and more terrified, for he had never considered the appearance of a second sun.
"The cause of resentment?"
As York approached, a sudden enlightenment struck him. He sensed a towering resentment from the spreading dark aura.
It was this resentment that forcibly carried the remnant dark aura, creating this neither here nor there situation.
"Dead should stay dead, and not cause more trouble."
York waved his hand, grabbing a wisp of dark aura and crushing it then and there, watching a black star-shaped pattern slowly emerge in the air, and then he grabbed the holy grenade in his hand.
The star-shaped pattern, made up of various fine lines, slowly rotated, emitting an indescribable, deep red glow from hell.
"I wonder if this will still work."
York pulled the pin of the holy grenade and tossed it casually.
A huge cloud of black smoke began to rise from the star-shaped pattern, twisting and spreading, forming a massive vortex.
The demon's presence gradually became apparent, its figure immense, its skin as black as coal and full of cracks, as if made of solid rock.
Its eyes blazed like red flames, sharp horns extended from its forehead, and massive wings unfolded behind it, casting a dense shadow.
"Divine power…"
It reached out to grab the holy grenade flying towards it, staring at the human in front of it.
"Full of annoying scents."
Boom! The grenade exploded in its hand, accompanied by piercing holy light, turning its hand into a cloud of black mist.
Yet the demon remained unfazed, its deep red pupils fixating on the human below as if memorizing him deeply, even allowing the divine sparks to fall on its body, causing smoky burns.
Aside from that, the demon made no further move.
Only York knew what was happening.
"Your state isn't right; you seem to be struggling quite a bit."
York smiled, locking eyes with the demon, his glance darting to its hand that couldn't recover.
This immense demon resembled a character from a game York had played in a previous life, similar to the stone golems.
"It seems after the recent expenditure, the remaining summoning power allowing you to maintain this state is quite impressive."
York stared at the demon, pausing before adding:
"And you've exhausted all your power, a mere projection?"
"Human, tell me your name."
The demon's voice exploded, sending airwaves blasting from its massive body, scattering the falling sparks.
Indeed, the human was correct; it had exhausted all its power to maintain this form during the sudden bombardment.
"Merely a projection…"
York, observing the unchanging emotional state of the demon, had a good idea of the demon's rank.
Such intelligent demons, commanding demon legions and even lower-ranked demons, are typically of Marquis rank or higher.
That is, they occupy a middle position in the hierarchy of hell's demons, usually as lords, generals, or nobles, with significant strength and influence, capable of summoning numerous lower demons to serve them.
The cult leader treating this demon as a god was understandable, but it was no match for the God behind York.
York's thoughts flashed by as the demon made its move, its left hand, like flowing red lava, striking towards him.
Maintaining its form without exerting other powers, the demon made the optimal choice: using its physical advantage and strength to attempt to crush the human before it.
The massive airflow from its swing dissipated, creating a downward impact.
In the howling wind, York watched the gigantic hand, large as a room, swinging towards him. His right hand remained on the sword hilt at his waist, but he simply uttered.
"Stop!"
Instantly, the demon felt the air in the area around its left hand solidify, consuming all its swinging force and freezing its hand in mid-air.
Bang! The massive, lava-like hand stopped five meters above York's head.
"This world is not where you belong."
York, looking at the demon with its pupils tightening and emitting red light, held the hand above his head in place with the amplified four hundred points of telekinesis, smiling as he spoke.
"If you can't defeat the God behind us, can't break through the barrier between the worlds, then roll back to your hell."
As his words fell, York directly crushed the giant hand into streams of dark aura, then waved his right hand.
In the demon's frowning gaze, a hand even larger than its own appeared out of nowhere and slapped down fiercely.
"I will remember you, human. We will meet again, and when that time comes…"
The demon's coarse voice was cut short as its body was dispersed by the slap, turning into nothingness.
"Then you might have to queue up."
York, observing the dissipating dark aura that caused ripples, spoke indifferently.
"Too many demons want to remember me; one more doesn't make a difference, one less doesn't lessen the number. And by the time we meet again, you'll be even less able to defeat me."
Unfortunately, the demon could no longer hear his words.
"It's over."
York released the telekinesis holding the equipment, only picking up the belt of holy grenades, letting the remaining submachine guns fall, and then walked slowly back towards the child.
His muttering voice was carried away by the wind.
"Being remembered by another golem-like creature, am I Tripitaka, with everyone wanting a piece of me…"
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