"The knights who accompanied us back then?"
Having stepped out of the stone chamber, York looked at the corridor filled with dried corpses, as if recalling that period.
During the dark medieval times, when Duke of Saint Cata opened Hell's Gate, unleashing a horde of demons causing death and despair.
The church took on the mission in a crisis, with a few bishops commanding these loyal and devout knights to bravely face the demons...
Roar! Now, under Valak's influence, they were charging at him with knight's swords.
York sighed internally, allowing all his power to surge out, consuming five hundred temporary mental power.
"The Lord said, 'Let there be light,' and there was light..."
With York's words, the entire dim underground chamber instantly lit up like daylight, filled with light, as if waves of divine power swept out from him, instantly dispersing all dark mists and the knights' corpse-like appearances.
The illuminated underground passage began to reveal true knights.
Each knight was a different individual, but what they shared was a look of unwavering faith.
As York walked through, they automatically parted to the sides, looking at him with determined eyes, their right fists clenched over their hearts, bowing respectfully.
York, expressionless, already had a vision of Hell's Gate's location.
A vast chamber supported by four giant stone pillars, with a ceiling adorned with cross patterns and images.
In the center was the seal pattern, sealing the Hell's Gate below.
Similar to what he saw when Valak dragged him into the psychic space.
Above the seal was a platform connected to a throne, likely created by Duke Saint Cata, given a duke's high status in the medieval period.
And Valak was sitting on the throne.
Unlike the closed eyes seen before, Valak's eyes were now open, its black eyes featuring white pupils.
York glanced at the virtual window in front of him, with only thirty seconds left of the effect.
"Thirty seconds is enough."
Murmuring to himself, York took a step forward, similar to when he summoned Valak by name, instantly transported, he softly uttered.
"Valak!"
The next moment, as his right foot touched the ground, York was already at Hell's Gate's location.
"Roar!"
Valak on the platform suddenly sat up, initially roaring as always.
This time, unlike the encounter in the psychic space, Valak's accessible power became stronger, the dark force behind Him rushing towards York, like a human facing a vast sea, in front of this dark sea, York's figure seemed so small.
"Heh."
York chuckled lightly, consuming five hundred temporary mental power, pressing down with his right hand.
"Be still."
The surging dark waves instantly calmed down, dispersing on the spot.
In Valak's widened white pupils, York raised his right hand again, forming a fist towards Him.
"Die!"
Six hundred temporary mental power instantly consumed, turning into psychic force.
"Impossible!"
As if in a beast's tone, Valak roared just as it was transforming into a demonic form, trying to sense something, staring at York and yelling.
"Why impossible, everything is possible." Sensing Valak's end, York rarely responded.
"I will curse you forever! You shall never find peace, never rest..."
A mysterious force formed around York, Valak revealing an evil smile at that moment, then forcibly exploded by York's grip.
"How does it feel to be vanquished, fool..."
York, looking at the now empty platform, murmured, watching the last ten seconds of the effect, casually crushing the curse on his body.
"Do you know the value of manifesting holiness?"
Unfortunately, Valak could no longer hear him, York then looked towards Hell's Gate under the seal, eventually deciding to use the remaining four hundred temporary mental power for a true blessing for all who died in the Saint Cata Monastery.
The divine light filled the chamber, bright as daylight.
"Even though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death."
"We shall fear no evil." "Let sorrow and sighing flee away."
... With York's recitation, the entire underground chamber, including the hall York was in, began to reveal fully armed knights with swords and nuns in black habits.
... "May the God of peace himself sanctify you completely. And may your spirit and soul and body be kept blameless at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ."
"Everyone, rest in peace."
... As the knights and nuns listened, they quietly watched the young priest in the center of the hall, smiling in their way, saluting him, then turning into holy fragments...
"Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, earth to earth, may God bless your soul to enter heaven."
York, expressionless, stared at the now empty hall, making the sign of the cross in front of his chest.
"Amen!"
When he opened his eyes again, the brightly lit hall once more fell into dimness.
The effect's time had ended.
York couldn't help but sigh, hearing the mechanical voice in his ear without feeling much joy, only finding it somewhat tedious or infinitely fascinating.
"The Blessing of Saint Cata Monastery."
"+10 attribute points obtained." ... York silently added these newly acquired ten points to his magic power.
"Point addition successful." "Magic power from 169 to 179."
Then he took off the backpack carrying the holy bombs.
"179 magic power used."
"100 mental power used." Instantly enchanted with the last double buff, including this time, the backpack's holy C4 timed bomb had a 429-fold enhancement effect, equivalent to 10 tons of TNT explosive power and 700 points of holiness.
York, expressionless, threw the backpack onto the seal above, then carried the still sleeping novice nun Eileen, walking slowly towards the exit.
Entering with roars, leaving in silence.
Navigating the underground passageways by memory, walking on the last path where light was visible, York looked back once more before continuing forward.
This place would no longer exist.
As he approached, York could hear the helicopter's starting noise.
Reaching the exit, the sunlight outside seemed so bright compared to the inside that he instinctively squinted.
"Father York!"
Hearing Silly's call, York walked towards the helicopter.
"Is it over?"
Silly glanced at the novice nun in the priest's arms and asked.
"Almost, just the last step." York spoke calmly, first placing Eileen in the seat inside, then also stepping into his original position.
"Let's go."
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