Boom! A massive explosion resonated across the Saint Cata Monastery, which had been silent for who knows how long.
Another satisfying scene unfolded.
The rooftops attached to the main building were all blown away, and smoke rose, lingering above the castle group.
To avoid being affected, Xili quietly controlled the helicopter to ascend a bit higher.
He thought it should be enough by now, but then he saw Father York taking out another missile head and inserting it into the rocket launcher.
"Father York, are we continuing?"
"Mhm."
Father York was unfazed, continuing at his own pace. He wanted the darkness that had enveloped this place to be lifted once and for all; he wanted everyone inside, or any being, to see the light.
Compared to the armor-piercing missile heads that penetrate defenses, thermobaric heads are even more effective in destroying buildings.
After all, the killing power of thermobaric heads mainly relies on powerful shockwaves, especially in enclosed spaces where the shockwave can repeatedly impact the building, making it an excellent weapon in urban warfare.
This is why he brought both armor-piercing and thermobaric rounds.
His original plan was to blast open the roof of Saint Cata Monastery and then drop the final holy bomb into the hole to detonate and be done with it.
Of course, now things have changed a bit.
He's not some selfless saint, but neither is he heartless. Where possible, he still wants to make an attempt, like saving these poor nuns, allowing them to find release and return to the embrace of God in their hearts.
Remembering the scene Eileen, the novice nun, had seen, Father York's eyes flashed with a cold light.
Since the opponent has responded, he must also respond.
This demon disguised as a nun dares to be so arrogant, then he dares to save!
The trigger was pulled.
The tail gas was released, spraying into the rear cabin with a puff sound, and the thermobaric missile head, tracing a perfect parabola, burst into the huge hole already made, heading towards the building's interior.
The next second, an even more deafening roar erupted.
The entire space seemed to shake.
The thermobaric head exploded with a light even brighter than the sun, accompanied by flames that overshadowed all else, blasting every gap in the main building and the nearby lower buildings with a mist of debris and bricks.
A more intense shockwave formed a circle, rapidly spreading outwards.
The shockwave was so strong that it caused the HH60W helicopter to suddenly sway, startling Xili, who was already mentally prepared, causing him to quickly stabilize the HH60W's swaying.
He watched the main building complex, now a chaotic mess from the impact of a standard infantry thermobaric missile head, and subconsciously swallowed an imaginary spit. Then, turning to Father York without having time to ponder why the missile head was so powerful, he asked.
"Father York, does the church allow you to do this?"
Listening to the still roaring second explosion, Father York didn't care at all.
"This place is no longer sacred, it doesn't need to be preserved."
After saying that, Father York looked at the now cleared building complex, put away the RPG-7, glanced back at the silent but sensible novice nun who hadn't tried to stop him, and said to Xili.
"Xili, can we go down?"
Xili glanced at the main building, now without a roof, and licked his lips.
"We can!"
"Then let's go down. It wouldn't do to have gone through the trouble of blasting such a big hole for nothing."
"Okay, Father."
With Father York's command, Xili, in sync, began controlling the HH60W towards the huge, still-smoldering hole in the main building.
Buzz...
Under his skilled operation, the HH60W smoothly passed through the hole and landed.
The main building, with a layout similar to a church, was now nothing but ruins after being bombed by three double-buffed rocket heads.
Buzz! The helicopter steadily landed on a patch of ground not yet covered by debris or rubble.
Father York stared at everything before him, silently stepping out of the helicopter onto land never visited by strangers.
In his perception, this seemingly ordinary space hid a darkness capable of affecting human minds.
Of course, with the baptism of holy light and clearing, the dark fog capable of affecting human minds had dissipated, leaving very little.
"No wonder it's a 40-point job. Just this thick dark fog could instantly erode human minds. The Frenchman must have been infected because of this..."
Thinking of the Frenchman's bizarre video, Father York felt a sense of realization and turned his head towards a dark, deep path on the right not blocked by any obstacles.
Even without a roof, and sunlight pouring down, the darkness in this path seemed to swallow the light, making it even darker and instilling a sense of fear and a feeling of being untethered.
It's like the feeling a normal person gets standing on solid ground, looking down at a bottomless pit at their feet.
He felt a slight oppression inside.
"This must be the place." Father York's expression was calm as he turned towards the helicopter.
At this moment.
Xili had already gotten down on his own, while the novice nun Eileen was still slowly unbuckling her safety belt, moving towards where he had just been sitting.
Seeing this, Father York simply extended his hand and, to her surprised gaze, picked her up in one go while also saying.
"If you see any more visions, remember to tell me right away."
Eileen steadied herself, recalling the scenes she saw in the helicopter and Father York's bombardment, and nodded seriously.
"I will, Father York."
"Mhm."
Father York smiled encouragingly, reached into the helicopter, and dragged all the backpacks out onto the ground, starting to gear up.
"Xili, come here!"
Hearing this, Xili, who had been observing, immediately came over.
Father York picked up one of the backpacks and tossed it his way.
"Gear up yourself."
Xili quickly caught it, knowing full well he squatted down and unzipped the backpack.
As he unzipped it entirely, despite the environment and atmosphere being somewhat off, Xili was still surprised to mention the data related to the firearms inside, then picked up the SHAK-12 and checked it familiarly.
No matter the situation, sufficient firepower is always a good thing that can calm the mind.
Next to him, Father York also unzipped another backpack. When the contents were revealed, Xili couldn't help but exclaim.
"MK14 EBR grenade launcher?"
Father York didn't respond, letting Xili talk while he silently geared up, taking out the grenade launcher and also picking up the thirty 40×51mm grenades from the belt over his shoulder.
Then he opened the last backpack, revealing forty holy grenades, two belts in total.
A grenade weighs about 280 grams, meaning a belt of grenades weighs about eleven pounds.
Father York then looked at Eileen, who was clueless and unsure what to do, and handed one belt over to her.
"This is yours."
Eileen paused, looking at the grenade belt before her, her expression becoming even more puzzled, but she didn't refuse, just whispered,
"Father York, I don't know how to use it."
"It's okay, I know how to!"
Father York didn't care about her reaction or thoughts, simply hung it over her shoulder, and took the other grenade belt for himself while also carrying the backpack with the holy bomb.
After moving around a bit to ensure there wasn't too much hindrance, Father York looked towards the deep path on the right, picked up the MK14 EBR grenade launcher, and calmly said.
"Follow me! Let's vanquish evil!"
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