Hearing Father York's words, Erin looked towards her own priest, seeing nothing but encouragement on his face. She then turned her gaze back to the evil bull's head totem, reaching out to touch its top.
"Perceive the information within…"
A distant voice echoed in her ears, and Erin felt her surroundings begin to change. She was pulled along by a thread to a certain place.
It appeared to be an underground tunnel.
Dark and cold, the tunnel's walls were built of gray stones, looking very sturdy. The walls bore many uneven marks, possibly from the passage of time or the marks left during excavation.
The floor was paved with thick stone slabs, covered in many water stains and moisture.
It looked very ancient, with a thick layer of dust and cobwebs covering the surface.
The entire tunnel was very dim, lit only by a few dim lights, making it feel very oppressive. Walking in such an environment felt eerie, as if danger lurked at every turn.
Yet, in the center, there was a gaunt woman, resembling a skeleton, performing some ritual at an altar, holding something in her hand and chanting.
Erin felt like an observer, watching all of this unfold.
The overall sensation was like floating in the air, feet not touching the ground.
"She's casting a curse…"
The distant voice suddenly startled Erin, who quickly turned around.
In the vague emptiness, she saw the figure of Father York.
"Father?"
Erin's eyes widened in disbelief but also felt a sense of safety envelop her.
Father York smiled faintly. Erin could enter through the bull's head totem, and he could enter the world she perceived through her.
He couldn't quite say it was to be expected; only that his strength was sufficient.
"Look at the hair on the altar; it probably belongs to the victim."
Erin paused, instinctively looking over and indeed saw a clump of short hair.
"Do you know why she hasn't seen us yet?"
Erin shook her head.
"That's because we haven't made any moves yet."
Watching the gaunt woman chanting, Father York noted the time and said,
"If we do nothing but watch, we might not be discovered,
but since we've encountered her attempting to harm someone, we have to act."
Father York looked at the bewildered Erin and continued, "Use the spiritual energy within you…"
Erin hesitated.
"Stretch out your hand!" Seeing her rookie-like confusion, Father York smirked.
The monastery taught the use of divine power but not the combination of mediumship and divine power.
It's very likely this was Erin's first time using mediumship, although she had experienced it at the Saint Cata Monastery, that was with the help of a séance circle he had set up, not her personal ability.
Watching Erin obediently extend her hand, Father York touched it under her surprised gaze.
"Try to channel divine power along the direction I guide…"
Hearing this, Erin immediately felt a pathway forming within her.
She looked at her priest.
Father York nodded.
Then, Erin took a deep breath, connecting to the divine power stored within her, and sent it surging forward.
Her perspective changed; she could see more.
The previously ethereal priest now seemed solid, as lifelike as a real person.
And the scene before her felt real, as if she had landed on solid ground.
"How does it feel? Making a move might expose us,
and she has noticed you."
Erin instinctively looked over and found the woman in front of her had stopped her actions.
Father York smiled, watching Erin, whose eyes shone with a holy light, and said,
"Try something, with the divine power channeled, you are now akin to being personally present, everything here is real…"
Father York, like a true teacher, softly spoke. The woman in front of him was really not worth much attention, too weak for him to consider a serious threat.
Because the dark aura swirling around her and the altar revealed to him, a man of vast knowledge, everything about her.
She had exchanged her soul with a demon for the power to curse and control others.
And he understood the effect of the altar before her.
It caused those cursed to murder, then commit suicide.
Clearly, the boy mentioned by the Warrens was controlled by this curse.
The middle-aged woman's current actions likely aimed to control the cursed and attempt to make them commit suicide.
Erin, as if understanding Father York's meaning, faced the woman, as if separated by a world.
She naturally extended her hand towards the woman and the altar, decisively channeling her divine power and directing it to the space before her.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, a violent wind swept through the basement.
The item in the gaunt middle-aged woman's hand ignited spontaneously; she threw it away, expressionless.
Crack! Crack!
Simultaneously, the hair on the altar, under the impact of this force, stopped its process and caught fire, the glass shattering.
"You!"
The middle-aged woman, clad in a long, tight robe, stared at Erin, as if sensing her presence.
But she was unaware of another observer quietly watching.
Erin ceased channeling divine power, her gaze fixed on the middle-aged woman, filled with determination.
As a clergy member, she wouldn't fear evil, even prepared to sacrifice her life since leaving the monastery.
Crack! Crack!
As Erin stopped channeling divine power, the séance space between them began to fracture, showing cracks.
The next second, amidst Father York's smile, it shattered.
Only Erin's figure vanished; he remained.
After all, he was just another observer. Father York looked at the changing environment, the damp underground tunnel.
He followed the direction of the wind.
At the very least, he needed to know the middle-aged woman's location. To resolve this kind of sacrificial curse, destroying the cursing altar before her would end everything.
And if the curse failed, the middle-aged woman would be devoured by the demon, the outcome of a deal with a demon.
Demons never lose in such trades unless one has a special method, but such methods are rare, like his unique soul.
Of course, if the curse succeeded, she would also gain the power of the cursed without any cost.
So, this minor character could be left to the Warrens to handle; he trusted Lorraine's capabilities.
Actually, his main goal was merely to let Erin experience and feel her power.
Now, it seemed the young nun probably had an idea.
Remembering Erin's righteous appearance, Father York couldn't help but smile.
He walked along the underground passage, making a splashing sound.
Eventually, he reached the bright exit, his view suddenly clearing.
"Here is..."
Father York emerged from the underground tunnel, passing through a secret door, arriving at a house. On the first floor, he saw an old man, judging from the divine power remnants on him.
He deduced this was a retired clergy member, remembering this detail.
Before dissipating, he memorized the surroundings, the key information that would allow the Warrens to find this place.
"Train sounds, a river, a secret door in the house, an underground tunnel, likely a retired clergy member..."
Then, Father York waved his hand, the space shattered, returning to the appearance of Pluto Church.
"Father?"
Hearing Erin's voice, Father York looked down at the bull's head totem.
As
expected, after this séance, the totem couldn't withstand it any longer. Under his gaze, it slowly crumbled, no longer capable of facilitating séance.
"It's okay."
Father York casually tossed the broken totem into the recently opened package box, smiling.
"How does it feel? Your first séance experience."
Erin pursed her lips, surprising him with her response: "It seemed quite simple, just that half of the divine power stored within me was consumed."
"Heh."
Father York couldn't help but laugh, waving her off: "Go on with your tasks."
Erin blinked, glancing at the fragments thrown into the box, bowed slightly, and left.
Seeing this, Father York took out his phone and called Ed Warren.
If it had triggered a random task, it would be fine, but having personally encountered the curser without triggering a task meant this event, as he suspected, didn't qualify for a random task.
The call was answered within two seconds.
Ed's voice, eager and anxious, came through the phone.
"Father York, did you receive the totem I sent?"
Listening to the voice from the phone, Father York calmly asked, "What happened, Ed? You sound anxious."
"The victim just attempted suicide in jail, fortunately saved in time." Ed's narration was quick.
"Lorraine sensed something wrong because there were remnants of dark power at the site of the suicide attempt. She thinks the curser is controlling the victim…"
After hearing the explanation, Father York internally confirmed his suspicions, casually stating, "Indeed, the victim was controlled by the curser."
Ed's voice paused: "Father York, did you discover something?"
"Mm." Father York calmly replied, "Sister Erin and I sensed the curser's location."
A deep breath came through the phone, clearly Ed hadn't expected this outcome.
Before he could speak, Father York continued, "Regarding the curser's location, I only have a few pieces of information. Her cursing altar is in the basement of a house, there are sounds of trains outside, and a river, also a retired clergy member..."
"What!"
As he finished, Ed exclaimed, then murmured to himself,
"Could it be Father Carlos?"
Father York slightly raised his eyebrows: "It seems you have some clues, Ed."
The voice traveled through the phone to the other side, where Ed, holding his phone, faced the window. Behind him stood a frowning Lorraine and his assistant, the long-missing Drew.
"Yes."
Ed sounded somewhat emotional: "I just visited the house you mentioned today."
He looked at Lorraine, who nodded.
"Father York, would you permit us to handle this matter?"
They had been investigating this curse for quite some time. Now that they knew the destination, it was crucial to destroy the altar and find related evidence promptly.
"Of course."
Father York smiled from the other end: "I trust your capabilities."
Ed took a deep breath, his expression turning resolute: "Thank you, Father."
"It's nothing, go ahead." Father York casually replied: "Even if something happens, I'm here."
The phone call ended with a disconnect tone. Ed's face showed an unseen gratitude; he turned back to his wife.
"We won't let Father down, just as he trusts you, I trust you too."
Lorraine, fully aware of her husband's emotions, touched his hand and smiled.
"After all, we've made many preparations."
Ed nodded, looking up at his assistant.
"Drew! Prepare to leave!"
Drew nodded seriously and hurried off to gather their things.
This, Father York did not know, but even if he did, it wouldn't matter.
Because, in the end, it all came down to one thing: he trusted Lorraine's capabilities and believed Ed would surely have divine protection.
After all, along the way, he found that Ed, a truly ordinary person, had incredibly good luck. Many supernatural events that even priests couldn't resolve were strangely solved by him.
If you said Ed was a child of the plane, he would believe it.
A jumble of thoughts flickered through his mind, but Father York was already looking at the virtual window in front of him, eyeing the available 65.5 attribute points, dividing them into two.
Twelve points were added to the magic power, preparing to break the 200 value mark.
With the system prompt, the points were successfully added.
[Magical Power 191 to 203]
Hearing the prompt for the increase in magic power, Father York hadn't yet fully felt the change after breaking 200 when he added the remaining 53.5 points entirely to his life value.
Because life value was closer to reaching 200 points.
[Life 135.5 to 189]
Instantly, Father York felt a surge of overwhelming energy within him.
This energy spread to his limbs, every part of his body.
He could instantly sense the bursting and regeneration of countless cells within him, as if cutting off a finger, it would slowly regenerate on its own.
"Regenerative ability?"
Feeling the flow of cells and this rapid regenerative speed, Father York contemplated this thought.
But before he could do anything, another anomaly directly suppressed the sensation of life value surging.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but he felt as though he could see things in the void.
Red, blue, green, purple orbs floated in the air, drifting and so on.
Colorful, emitting different energy vibrations.
"Could these be the magical elements mentioned in books?"
Looking at these colorful orbs in the void, Father York was taken aback.
He thought of the knowledge he had seen in the secret chamber, and the knowledge from his past life.
Magical elements are energies existing in space; using magic is essentially resonating one's mental power with the magical elements in the environment, thereby producing corresponding magical effects within a certain spatial range.
Initially, he couldn't see the magical elements in the void, so he gave up. But now, as his magical power value broke 200, he could see them...
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