Chapter 190: Evil Brand
"Besides that, there are Wandering Spirits; they are all souls lost there."
"Once the consciousness leaves for too long, the connection with the body will gradually weaken, and eventually be completely assimilated by the Unknowable Space."
"And an empty shell has an irresistible attraction to those wandering souls."
Richie turned to look at Roland.
"So pay attention to the time after entering there; leave as soon as you find a Brand."
"Otherwise, if invaded by evil things, the Church will not spare your physical body."
William rubbed his chin.
"A Brand... does that mean I can't obtain multiple..."
He didn't ask this question to avoid exposing his own secret.
While pondering, all the priests in the room suddenly stood up.
William looked at the nun.
The holy aura lingering on her body was gone, replaced by a dense evil.
"Bad news!"
Richie frowned and jumped to the nun's side immediately.
Other clergy members also dispersed around.
"Recite the Gospel first to see if we can wake her up."
Richie commanded.
"Father Moreno, please prepare the exorcism holy artifacts."
An old man with gray hair nodded.
During this period, changes occurred on the nun again.
Her body trembled, sweat soaked her white robe, seeming to experience some huge pain.
The surrounding clergy members quickly recited prayers.
A pure Holy Power lingered around the nun, soothing her face a lot.
But in the next moment.
She suddenly opened her eyes; amber pupils looked eerie and mysterious.
The nun's body began to twist unnaturally, and something wriggled under her skin.
"The foul smell of the Church."
The nun opened her mouth, emitting a voice that was obviously not hers.
"A Brand with an evil soul... this is troublesome." Richie narrowed his eyes.
The crowd waiting on the square all surged forward but were strictly driven away by the clergy members.
"Stop! If anyone disrupts the ceremony, they will be executed on the spot in the name of the Church!"
William was surprised inside; he didn't expect the momentum to be so great.
"What a beautiful and young body."
The nun stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
"I specially carried the Lord's thought and gave the Brand to her."
Then the nun turned around: "Little guys outside the door, do you want it? The power to change the essence of life."
"As long as you call my name in that space, I will bestow the Brand upon you."
"My name is..."
Richie shouted: "Isolation Array!"
As soon as the voice fell.
Four light beams lit up around the nun, and then four barriers surrounded her.
Just enough to isolate the subsequent sounds.
"Hehe, young man, once the seed of greed is planted, no amount of Holy Light can stop it."
The nun grinned to an exaggerated extent, looking at Richie in front of her.
The latter did not answer, still reciting the Gospel scriptures.
"Just now, to enter this body, I squeezed out many Wandering Spirits, and those twisted and crazy guys."
Seeing the power of the Gospel gradually growing, the nun's tone suddenly changed.
"Since you treat guests rudely, I invite them to enjoy this body together."
In the next moment, more power emerged from the nun.
Some symbols appeared on the surface of her skin; they were twisted and deformed, completely unreadable.
Some participants close by even blurred their consciousness just by glancing at them.
"Is... is this the Holy Brand?"
A priest on the square reached out, touching the non-existent thing in front of him.
Aside, several priests quickly took him away.
At the same time, others were also asked to continue retreating, and all the doors of the "Awakening Room" were closed.
William had held the crucifix in his hand long ago, standing at the edge of the side door.
Relying on [Holy Eye], he sensed some energy trying to approach him, but it was isolated by the powerful force on the holy artifact.
But others were not so lucky.
Beside the nun, two priests reciting scriptures inadvertently saw those symbols.
In the next moment, veins popped up on their foreheads, and their faces turned red.
"Reason is the curse of the spirit; madness is the only freedom!" One of the priests suddenly shouted loudly.
Then a hole opened in the skin of his elbow.
The priest reached in and actually pulled out a bone.
Splurt.
Blood splattered on the black and white marble floor.
That priest soon fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Richie shouted immediately: "Expel!"
At the same time, powerful Holy Light power surged in the magic array.
And Richie didn't stop his hand movements; he took out a dagger from his robe, then slit his palm.
Using his palm as a pen, he wrote several scarlet characters beside the nun.
"In the name of the Disciple of Jesus, I sign the Holy Contract with blood; any evil distortion is prohibited within this range."
Richie chanted.
Then, bright red ropes suddenly emerged from the blood characters, piercing straight through the nun's body.
Powerful binding force locked this space.
William clearly perceived that the evil in the girl's body was being driven away.
"Actually a guy who masters the 'Force of Oath'."
The nun sneered.
"Unfortunately, I also master the rules of blood."
As soon as the voice fell, weird runes emerged on the surface of the scarlet rope.
They went down along the rope and actually began to backlash on Richie.
"Bad news, actually such a tricky guy!" Richie was startled inside.
At this moment, the power of the oath he wrote acted on himself.
Richie only felt a more powerful binding force constantly driving away his consciousness.
He could only hold the crucifix and constantly recite the "Gospel Scripture."
"Can only use that holy artifact, but it's on Archbishop Borja; that Excellency only said he would return today..."
Richie looked painful, seeming to have reached his limit.
Seeing this, William waited no longer.
He stared at the nun, then took out a bottle of 30-year vintage Holy Water.
Seeming to sense his gaze, the nun turned her head.
In the next moment, panic flashed in her amber pupils.
"Priest..."
She was interrupted just as she opened her mouth.
A rusty cross dagger flew from a distance and inserted into the ground in front of the nun.
Powerful Holy Power swept out instantly.
Seeming unable to withstand this power, the nun's body suddenly began to expand.
Bulging abdomen, emerging blood vessels, and eyeballs protruding to an exaggerated extent.
Bang! A loud noise.
Richie only felt some warmth on his face.
He reached out and touched it, but it was stained with a patch of black red.
The nun's figure also disappeared.
A large amount of blood was left on the floor of the cubicle, spreading to both sides like a pair of blood-red wings.
Roll...
An eyeball rolled on the ground and stopped not far from William.
The latter lowered his head, seeing the amber pupil seem to be staring at him.
William frowned and stepped aside.
In the next second, a figure suddenly appeared at the door of the cubicle.
Exquisite black robe, neat slicked-back hair; it was exactly Joran Borja.
"Are you okay?" Joran asked.
Richie shook his head: "Backlashed by the oath; cannot use 'Holy Arts' for a short time."
"Before condensing Holy Blood, one cannot touch the power of rules yet; that evil spirit seized exactly this point."
Joran said calmly.
"Go rest; I will personally supervise the Awakening Ceremony next."
"Then I'll trouble Your Excellency Bishop."
Richie made a cross on his chest, then left quickly.
Joran threw out a few Holy Nails casually and ordered people to clean up the venue.
The priest who suffered mental pollution was also taken away.
At this time, Joran turned his head and said to William not far away:
"Why do accidents always happen wherever you appear?"
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