"How so?"
At these words, everyone, including Jeffrey and Beck, looked in the direction Erin pointed.
What they saw was beyond their imagination.
A burly priest, holding a little girl with one hand and carrying another person on his back, was stopping their fall by forcibly breaking through walls, swiftly sliding down.
"This…"
Beck's mouth hung open, wanting to say something, but remembering the incident at the Jesse Building, he ultimately remained silent.
Jeffrey, however, was somewhat prepared and looked towards Brother Kenny.
"Damn! You guys stay here."
Leaving these words behind, Brother Kenny, holding the hilt of his knight's sword, rushed towards the priest.
By the time he arrived, York had already safely landed on the ground and looked towards the approaching Brother Kenny.
In his mind, a real-time 3D map had already appeared, including the monster that was nearly fully merged.
"Come down, child."
York said with a gentle smile, putting down Casey from his left hand.
Bridget, while releasing her hands, was trying to process what had just happened, somewhat dazed and unsure of what to do.
It must be said that this method of descending by grabbing walls was quite shocking for ordinary people.
"Father York!"
Seeing Brother Kenny hurrying over, York looked up at the apartment building, his gaze seemingly fixed on the monster whose body was growing larger.
"Give me your knight's sword, Brother Kenny."
Hearing this, Brother Kenny did not hesitate and immediately handed over his sword.
"Thank you."
York took the knight's sword and kicked the wall, creating an opening under everyone's gaze and went inside.
"Take them away, keep them away from the battlefield."
"Yes, Father!"
Brother Kenny nodded in response, admiring the figure that had re-entered the darkness, and quickly left the spot with a confused Casey and Bridget in his arms.
"Damn priest! Where are you?!"
Hearing this angry roar and seeing the giant 3D map in his mind of something rampaging through, breaking walls and rooms, York headed downstairs, drawing his sword from its sheath.
The history of the church's knight's sword is also quite long, belonging to the widely popular hand-and-a-half sword, also known as the bastard sword, from the Middle Ages, meaning it combines the advantages of all types.
It has the lightness of a broadsword, the thrusting ability of a knight's sword, the slashing and chopping ability of a two-handed sword, and even the advantages of a longsword.
Thus, the church's knight's sword can be effective both with two hands and with a shield.
The sword is generally 1 to 1.2 meters long.
Of course, this length is not a standard but varies with the individual.
Brother Kenny's knight's sword is on the longer side, at 1.4 meters. To enhance its durability, this sword naturally also had to be heavier, meaning it might become a heavy sword in someone else's hands.
York swung the sword effortlessly.
A sharp sound echoed, and in the dim space, a chilling light shone.
"It's a bit lighter than my sword, but it'll do…"
York, familiarizing himself with the sword, stopped in his tracks. With magical power spreading in his eyes, he looked up at the ceiling and softly said.
"I'm here!"
Boom! A loud noise.
A giant form, with the impact of falling debris, crashed down from the seventh floor, smashing into the ground of the first floor, creating a deep pit.
York smirked, staring at the object in front of him, unfazed.
After sending Bridget away, he no longer had any concerns.
In the midst of the dust, a flesh mass made of hundreds of corpses was thrashing about.
"Die!"
With a roar, massive, deformed flesh spikes burst out of the dust, quickly stabbing towards York.
"Is this your true form?"
York smiled lightly, stepping forward, and with a swing of his right hand, he easily sliced through the approaching giant flesh spikes. The cut-off part of the spikes fell to the ground, twitching incessantly.
"To be honest, it's really ugly!"
York's smile was bright as he took out a bottle of holy water from his bag and poured it over the tentacles attempting to recombine.
Sizzle!
The large piece of tentacle immediately stopped moving, wilting rapidly on the spot like a withered flower.
The still twitching flesh mass seemed extremely angry, and from the dust that hadn't yet settled, dozens more tentacle-like spikes shot towards York, who was continuously advancing.
With the 3D map generated in his mind, York, smiling unchanged, pulled out a holy hand grenade from his belt. At the same time, he threw it forward, he shot the grenade's primer with his Laine Bauer gun from the holster.
Boom! A massive explosion erupted.
The blast, combined with the holy light, instantly destroyed all the flesh spikes, spreading rapidly in all directions.
The surrounding debris and everything else were pushed away by an invisible force, and the nearby walls collapsed, raising a cloud of dust.
The flesh spikes that had just reached York stopped in their tracks, cracks appearing and being dispersed by the following shockwave.
[Protego (Shield)] [5 magic points used]
The remaining force continued towards York but seemed to hit an invisible wall, stopping in front of him and then dispersing.
Exposed to the holy light, the flesh mass screamed in pain, full of vitality.
After defending against the attack, York put his gun back into the holster and continued to approach without any further actions, not shooting or throwing holy hand grenades.
Because the enemy also had corresponding long-range methods, pushing away with flesh spikes or other means.
Unless he had more powerful heavy weapons, such as a grenade launcher or a rocket launcher, unfortunately, he wasn't prepared for this supernatural event, so with his current equipment, he really couldn't do much.
As for applying a double buff like at the Jesse Building, but from the previous explosion and conversation, York felt that he couldn't kill this creature with layers of protective shells, which would instead affect his combat strategy.
Because the creature could absorb and merge all memories from the corpses, it was presumably prepared for his type of attack.
Of course, this was all irrelevant. Every supernatural event's monster is different, and he naturally needed corresponding exorcism methods.
To deal with such a monster with layers of protection, it was necessary to remove its protective shell first, just like preparing to cook a fish, one must first remove its scales.
As York continued to approach, with the dust blown away by the shockwave, he could now see the form of the flesh mass, just as he had seen in the book, resembling a queen ant's body, covered in dense limbs, with the core Danny body well wrapped in the center.
"Your ability might work on others, but how will you play against me?" York's smile remained unchanged as he continued.
"What exactly are you?"
Wrapped by the flesh mass, Danny's eyes were fixed on the approaching York, his face ferocious, his gaze emitting a violent aura, choosing the most primitive form of attack.
"Die!"
In a beast-like roar, the corpses wrapped around it instantly formed a massive flesh hand, like swatting a fly, raised quickly and slammed down towards the priest in front...
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