"Do you still believe that I couldn't possess some of your little lackeys? It just took me a little more effort than usual. You're so predictable that your attempt to exorcise someone like me is laughably low," said Anton. He looked at Terry, who had been possessed by Valac, and murmured with difficulty, "This is my victory."
Clang!
Looking down, Terry saw blood dripping into the cup on the floor, realizing it was his own blood. His expression turned horrible. "You will pay for this!"
Bam!
Anton's body hit a wall, but at this point, he no longer felt pain. His gaze focused on the demon that had come to exorcise, and he shouted, "Your name gives me dominion over you, demon, and I know your name from the beginning. You are Valac, the defiler, the profane one, the Marquis of Snakes! In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I condemn you to a prison for all eternity."
At the same time, as if by tornado, the spiritual form of the demon Valac was dragged out of Terry's body. Anton, smiling while spitting blood, intentionally didn't exorcise Valac correctly. He wanted to seal him in the human world, not send him back to hell as Valac would have wished.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
In seconds, Valac's entire body entered the cup. Terry, who had been possessed, fell to the ground. His eyes looked down, and after not knowing where he was, he fell asleep.
According to Anton's exorcism method, Valac didn't know where he had been sent, and there was no need to explain it. Those who sin must suffer the consequences, and if demons come to the human world, they must be sealed here. Anton believed this was the right way to do things. He didn't know how a demon like Valac had survived for so long in the world of the living, considering he had been here since ancient times. The demon's abilities were on a completely different level, and Anton's victory was due to his significantly increased experience.
When everything was over, Anton fell to the ground, weak and without energy. His breathing was weak, and the wounds on his body were too numerous to count, but there was still something he needed to do.
"The portal is still open." Anton stood up at that moment. The traces of cursed energy had not disappeared from the surroundings, so he followed the trail in the air.
Passing through the corridors, Anton looked only ahead and soon reached a stone room with a crack in the floor, revealing an incalculable depth.
"This is the portal."
Anton stood in front of the portal, his composed face hiding the tension within. With a firm voice, he recited ancient sacred words, echoing in the dark cavity like thunder. "In the name of eternal light and divine power, I close this link to the abyss. My blood, offering and guarantee, seals this portal of shadows."
Clang!
A guttural murmur echoed through the air as Anton, with a trembling hand, traced ancestral symbols in the air with his own blood.
The connection to the underworld resisted, but his determination burned like an inner fire. "Let the sacrifice of my essence be the shield that closes this access to the realm of the profane."
The flickering light in a circle danced in the dimness, casting unsettling shadows on the walls. Anton continued reciting, his words resonating in the underground chamber like an echo, challenging the forces trying to emerge. "In the twilight and sacred fire, I close the gates of the abyss. Let my blood be the link that fades away; let the barrier be unbreakable."
The portal trembled, responding to the invocations and the blood offering. Reality itself seemed to bend as the exorcist, with determination, spoke the ancient ritual's last words. "May divine light prevail over darkness, and may this link be broken forever. I close these doors with the ancestral power of my blood. So be it."
With a resounding roar, the portal closed, devouring the shadows that threatened to escape. Anton fell to his knees, exhausted, as his vision was blurred.
At that moment, he had spent so many divine points that there were few left in his body, but he knew he had done something that very few possibly could.
"Zz... Team on the ground, what's the status?"
Anton took the radio, brought it close to his mouth, and said, "Multiple casualties, dark entity engaged, awaiting disposal of remains."
"[Congratulations on completing the mission; you have gained 35 general strength points and 100,000 faith points.]"