Gently feeling the cover of the book, the first thing York felt was a texture filled with fine bumps.
This sensation seemed trivial. Trying to open the cover of the book, the sealed fangs didn't move at all.
"Heh?" A hint of mockery appeared in York's eyes. He wasn't surprised by this situation; instead, it was quite usual for him.
After all, this book was indeed somewhat sinister, indicating it had a spirit.
York pulled out a drawer from the table, rummaging through a bunch of miscellaneous items to find a small hammer.
"Since you won't open, don't blame me!" York whispered, eyeing the tightly sealed fangs and smashing down with the small hammer.
He didn't believe the material of this book could withstand his destruction. Anything physical had its limits, and he was indifferent to the possibility of damaging the book.
With a fist-sized hammer hitting hard on the sealed fangs.
Bang! With such force, the thick book bounced, and the table shook.
Yet, the sealed fangs remained intact, without even a mark.
"Alright, you're capable. I want to see if your material can withstand my smashing."
York couldn't help but smile, his research instincts kicking in. Controlling his strength, he lifted the seemingly small hammer in his hand and smashed it again, twice, three times.
Boom! Until the table was smashed apart, debris and miscellaneous items scattering in all directions, did York stop his actions.
The book fell to the ground looking unharmed, but the sealed fangs under his smashing began to deform.
Individually, it might not seem much, but a few of the fangs became especially obvious among the whole, like a few bent steel bars among a bunch of straight ones, the contrast very clear.
"As expected, I knew you couldn't handle it."
York smiled, casually discarding the small hammer, walking away, eventually stopping at a corner where Annabelle and other supernatural carriers were placed, pulling out an old, large hammer.
His basement wasn't just filled with firearms; some tools were also present.
This octagonal hammer was a remnant from when he expanded the basement, a genuine construction site hammer weighing 45 pounds.
As soon as he took it out, whether it was an illusion or not, York felt the presence of Annabelle and other supernatural carriers beside him suddenly become lower.
"Good! I won't smash you."
York chuckled, patting the glass case sealing Annabelle, single-handedly carrying the large hammer back to his original spot, casually pouring holy water over the hammerhead.
The transparent holy water flowed down from the hammerhead, splashing onto the floor, causing a bit of smoke to rise when it touched the book cover.
"I want to see how hard you are. Anyway, you're an evil object, and if it's gone, it's no big deal."
York grinned, discarding the holy water bottle, looking at the seemingly unmoved book and fangs, lifted the hammer, and smashed down with all his strength.
This time, it was with full force. A constitution of 72 fully unleashed, creating a massive sound of air being split, heating up the air where it passed.
Crack!
Just as the hammer was about to hit, York clearly saw the fangs, which had been sealed all this time, suddenly open on their own.
Click! His eyes showing a hint of mockery, his arm muscles and tendons bulging under his clothes, didn't stop the hammer.
Bang! The floor easily cracked open, creating a two-meter wide deep pit, and the sealed fangs instantly shattered, along with the book becoming even more withered.
York seemed to hear a painful howl, shaking his head and placing the hammer back in its place.
"If only you had opened earlier, it would've saved all the trouble."
York's expression was indifferent, sitting back down, moving a fallen table corner to another spot, and also picking up the now half-withered book to place on top, pinching the page corner to reveal the book's secrets.
This time, he faced no obstacles. The book had spirit, and it didn't want to be destroyed.
Indeed, the book was extremely evil, just the first page radiating malice that could drive one to madness instantly.
But at that moment, a pure white light flashed, instantly eradicating the malicious aura, leaving only falling ashes.
"In my presence, tigers must lie down, and dragons must crouch."
York spoke calmly, looking at the now calm Book of Death, continuing to turn pages without fear of what might happen. Such books usually required a trigger to manifest their effects, and without doing anything, nothing would trigger.
The first page opened.
The illustration that came into view was like what he had seen in the apartment building, but with a different protagonist, of course, exaggeratedly depicted.
A body covered in scales, a head similar to a fish but with human facial features, a terrifying combination, and a pair of huge wings behind. Long, sharp teeth and tentacles protruding from the mouth.
Overall, it resembled the monster from the Bridget incident, full of tentacles, with a clear symbolism.
It didn't seem like the demons from hell. Although demons have various bizarre shapes besides human forms, they don't resemble the illustrations as clearly as depicted.
York stared at the illustration, a realization dawning on him.
"Monsters from the abyss?"
With a slight raise of his eyebrows, York looked next to the illustration.
The text was also in ancient Hebrew, detailing the introduction to this monster, the summoning ritual, and the spells, as well as the spells to communicate with this monster.
"Uh? Winged Merfolk."
Going through, York formed an unformed idea in his mind but decided to abandon it after a thought.
"It's too dangerous. It's better to try when I'm stronger."
Muttering to himself, York stared at the monster's image in the illustration, seeing it as a treasure.
"All these are attribute points..."
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