The mature and deep voice no longer sounded, and Buck, with his handsome face, combed hair and dressed in a neat tuxedo, closed his thin lips and stopped talking. Both sides were in a state of deep contemplation regarding the current situation. After a long while, Buck raised his chin slightly, and broke the silence with a steady but cold tone: "Deacon Rice, your public identity is more convenient, so you will be in charge of this matter." In the dim light, Les said with a smile: "I have no objection. Besides, I was originally responsible for this task. If there is any problem, of course I will be the main person to deal with it." Buck nodded slightly and said in a magnetic and slightly hoarse voice: "What is your plan?" "The opponent is so powerful that even the 'Afterbirth of Darkness' created by the Bishop himself was easily destroyed by him." Rice's tone became a little more serious, and he explained carefully: "There is definitely more than one person. It is very likely a team of more than ten 'Righteous Warriors' or 'Righteous Magicians'. They cooperate closely with each other and are likely to be able to perform complex ritual magic. They may also have multiple high-level spiritual equipment... They are very difficult enemies."
"Well said," Buck affirmed without any tone. "When facing an enemy with such strong hard power, you must avoid a head-on confrontation with them." Rice carefully considered his words, and each word rolled over in his stomach many times before he spoke it out: "What we need to do is... use various minor but difficult troubles to distract them, and do it continuously, without giving them any chance to breathe, so that they stay in a state of fatigue for a long time." Buck's narrow eyes flashed with approval, and he nodded again: “A very sophisticated idea.” "Once their energy is exhausted... No, there is no need to exhaust it, because our target is not these powerful watchdogs, but those weak and incompetent mortals!" Rice snorted coldly: "As long as they are tired and irritable and make a mistake, we can take advantage of it and capture our target! If the conditions and timing are right, we can even kill a few of them and make these guys who are ruining our business lose some meat!" At this point, his sneer could not help but carry a bit of disdain and cruelty: “No matter how powerful a transcendent is, if he doesn’t use his spiritual power, he can be defeated with a simple knife… "What I like to see most is the expression on the faces of those who think they are very powerful before they die because of some small mistakes...ah, that's so beautiful." "Then I'll leave this matter to you," Buck said with a satisfied smile, "Deacon Rice, your methods have never let me down." "Never doubt my ability to solve problems, Deacon Buck." The hazy darkness suddenly rippled, as if something was moving in it, and Les's mature and deep voice gradually faded away. After a dozen seconds, there was no movement at all. Buck stood there, the smile on his lips gradually disappeared, and his face was covered by an inexplicable heaviness. "The Bishop's promotion ceremony has been in preparation for quite a long time. If it is delayed any further, his physical condition will exceed its peak... In that case, the risk of losing control due to promotion failure will increase significantly." He lowered his head slightly and whispered to himself: "Time is running out. We must hurry. This is not only for the promotion of the Bishop, but also for the purpose of serving our Lord better." Chapter 124: Sunset Church
Dozens of minutes later, the door of the Super Management Bureau was opened from the inside, and a family of four walked out accompanied by the crisp sound of a warning bell on the upper edge of the door frame. It can be seen that the anxiety on the couple's faces has been reduced a little, perhaps because the professional staff gave them enough comfort. "Honey, shall we go to the hospital first, or to the church?" Mrs. Gary put her arm around Daisy's shoulders and spoke to her husband beside her. "Church?" Gary was stunned for a moment when he heard the word, but he soon understood and nodded affirmatively: "Let's go to the church first. I remember that the Sunset Church is nearby." Mrs. Gary forced a smile on her face, lowered her head and whispered to her daughter: "Be good, let's go meet the Reverend." "Mom, I'm really fine..." Daisy said with a bitter face and a helpless tone. Mrs. Gary still had a warm smile on her face: "I think you're fine, too, but... just think of it as going to pray, okay?" His daughter almost died not long ago, but she miraculously recovered because of Miss Yao Liuliu's help. This is indeed a great event worth cheering for. But after all, she had encountered such a terrible thing, and Mrs. Gary was still worried that her daughter would suffer from some sequelae that had not yet manifested. In addition, her daughter seemed to be able to see things that other people could not see, which added another layer of worry to her. She was afraid that her daughter would be contaminated by unclean things because she was close to the underworld. Evil spirits possessing people are not uncommon in novels and plays... Just now at the Super Management Bureau, Mrs. Gary also explained it briefly to the staff. Of course, she deliberately concealed the fact that her daughter was resurrected and the existence of Miss Yaoliuliu, and only stated that Daisy seemed to be able to sense some strange existences and hoped that they could help check it out. After hearing this, the staff took it very seriously and quickly invited a wizard over. This wizard is a transcendent who resides in the Super Management Bureau. He claims to be at the level of a mid-level righteous wizard, is proficient in spells in the "fire" field, and is very skilled in dealing with issues involving evil spirits, evil creatures, and other ominous beings. Mrs. Gary didn't understand these concepts either. She only saw him cast several spells but didn't find anything unusual. Finally, he said that Daisy was in very good health, even to an enviable level of health, and there was no sign of any evil spirits haunting her, so there was no need to worry at all. The staff thought that the reason why Daisy always noticed things that didn't exist was because she was too frightened and too nervous, so they asked the couple to take her back to have a good rest and relax. This conclusion relieved Mrs. Gary, but not completely reassured. She wanted to add another layer of insurance and go to the church to ask the clergy to check again. In this regard, the clergy should be better than the wizards and may be able to detect some problems that were missed by the Super Management Bureau. Her husband heard her thoughts and agreed immediately - he had similar concerns and it was always a good idea to have an extra layer of insurance. "Mom, you and Dad are not believers of the setting sun." Daisy looked into her mother's eyes and suddenly said, tilting her head. "Uh..." Mrs. Gary's face froze, and an extremely embarrassed look appeared in her eyes: "Yes, that's right, but, but..." She and her husband are certainly not members of the Setting Sun Spiritual Society, and they are not members of any church.
In other words, they all believe in the nine major churches to some extent, but they have not converted to any specific main god. They are typical pan-believers. However, believers who are not devoted in their faith and are not pious have no reason or qualifications to enter the church to "pray" in any way. Daisy saw her mother's reaction, sighed slightly, and whispered like a little adult: "Okay, I'll go with you, but I'm really fine..." Seeing this, Mrs. Gary felt relieved and took her hand and walked towards the nearby Sunset Church with her husband and son. Less than ten minutes later, the church established by the Sunset Spiritual Society in Loen City stood before them. It still has tall pointed towers and intricate and luxurious stone sculptures, but unlike the Church of Holy Grace... the color tone of the Church of Setting Sun tends to be warm yellow, and the lines and styles of the various decorations and reliefs are also softer. The double doors are fully opened and have tin-gilt symbols on the surface. On the lintel of the gate, the holy emblem of "Servant of the Dusk" in relief form hangs high. The vague and hazy figure in the twilight silently watches all the visitors in front of the door. Mrs. Gary remembered Daisy's previous doubts, and walked in with her husband with a guilty conscience. At a glance, she saw the church pastor standing on the altar opposite and flipping through the "Twilight Bible" in his hand. The priest is wearing a complete set of monk's robes and a priest's hat. The background color is a dim warm yellow, matched with bright gold embroidery patterns with soft lines, giving people a warm impression. Gary walked cautiously to the altar, came to the priest, and asked in a gentle and low voice: "Reverend Pastor, we are travelers from Sunset Harbor...We would like to seek your help." The priest had a warm smile on his face. He closed the yellowed and wrinkled Twilight Scripture in his hand, put it back into his monk's robe, and looked slowly at Gary and the three people behind him: "The setting sun shines on every living being on earth. Even for the unbelievers, our Lord will not be stingy with his light. Please speak." As a high-level clergyman at the level of "Elucidator", the priest can of course easily judge whether a person is a believer of his church. Gary smiled awkwardly and told the whole story... Of course, he also omitted some content that was not suitable to be explained to "outsiders". Regarding people like them who are not devoted to their faith, the general attitude of major churches is "not to promote, not to encourage, not to oppose, and not to suppress." If devout believers of the religion come to seek help, the church will usually provide them with corresponding help to a certain extent free of charge. But if it is a pan-believer or a non-believer, the church will not be so generous. Of course, no one will refuse business that comes to them, and church clergy will occasionally provide paid help. This is a private personal commission from the clergy, and church officials generally do not prohibit it. Therefore, if Pastor Canyang is willing to lend a helping hand, the couple will most likely express some sincerity in material form. After the explanation, the pastor nodded with understanding, walked down the altar steps leisurely, and said to the couple: "I understand. Please follow me." He took the family of four to a small room in the corner of the church. There were no windows, and the only light was a few candles in the corner, which provided dim lighting. Daisy, looking reluctant, was asked to stand in the middle of the room, while the others stood in the corners. As the couple watched with bated breath, the priest took out a small glass bottle from his monk's robe, which was filled with turbid dark liquid. =========================
There is another chapter around ten o'clock in the evening. Chapter 125 The Light in Hand Last update today. ========================= The pastor held the glass bottle in one hand, turned his head to look at the Gary couple in the corner, and explained with a smile: "This is 'Twilight Essential Oil', an aromatic substance extracted using a special method. It can improve the extraordinary environment of the ceremony and increase the probability of success of the ceremony." Mr. and Mrs. Gary nodded as if they understood, and said in unison, "Please continue." "The afterglow of the setting sun is not the best power at removing evil. The Church of Grace is the real expert in this regard... However, it is enough to make ordinary evil spirits retreat in fear." After saying this, the priest pulled out the cork from the glass bottle, and a refreshing aroma wafted out. Then, he walked around Daisy in the center, step by step, tilting the bottle as he walked, dripping the turbid liquid inside drop by drop onto the floor beneath his feet. A strange and rich fragrance spread, making Daisy a little dazed. The priest slowly, solemnly, and devoutly recited the name of Amon, the God of Dusk and Decay: "The lingering fog of corruption, the door to eternal life that leads to the realm of death; “The messenger of decline and fall, the spokesman of depravity; "——The negative nature of all phenomena!" The priest stopped and poured out the half of the "Twilight Essential Oil" that was left in his hand. It fell to the ground with a splash, and then evaporated and dissipated at an abnormal speed. After the traces of the twilight essential oil completely disappeared, he closed his eyes, held the glass bottle in one hand, and let it hang down to the side of his body. With the other hand, he spread out his five fingers, with his palm concave, and pointed it at Daisy in front of him: “I use my spirit as the medium, I use my faith as the driver; "I beg the great setting sun to cast his gaze from the temple of the twilight eternally bathed in the twilight- "Push away all the blasphemy before me!" As the pious and high-pitched words fell, Daisy felt a warmth emanating from deep within her body. This warmth spread rapidly, soon reaching the surface of her body, and then burst out. At the same time, a dim yellow glow emanated from the surface of her body and her surroundings, which was almost the same color as the candle. With the two complementing each other, she seemed to be surrounded by a mist, and the outline and details of her body became blurred and unreal. Mrs. Gary clutched the hem of her skirt tightly with her hands, her eyes fixed on her daughter, all her energy focused on paying attention to the changes that were happening to her, fearing that something unexpected might happen. The warm yellow light lasted for a few seconds, and Pastor Canyang suddenly put down his raised hand, and the faintly flickering light on Daisy's body dimmed at the same time. Finally, all the strange phenomena disappeared. Mrs. Gary sniffed and found that the obvious scent of essential oils in the air had disappeared. She didn't know whether their sense of smell had adapted to the smell or it really disappeared with the end of the ceremony. "finished."
The priest took a deep breath, opened his eyes, straightened the collar of his monk's robe, turned to the couple and smiled: "Although I didn't find any traces of evil on your daughter, I still performed a basic exorcism ritual...If she really had some evil spirit that I didn't find, it should have been exorcised by now." Mrs. Gary hurriedly asked her daughter who was not far away: "Daisy, how do you feel?" "Um……" Daisy glanced at her slightly anxious mother, then glanced at her clenched right fist, frowned slightly, paused for half a second as if thinking, and said in a calm tone: