Chapter 71: Consecration

Jeff was the name of the deranged serial killer.

York spoke indifferently, "So, what will be his fate?"

Jeffrey's voice followed, "Due to the substantial evidence you provided, we will initiate a sentencing trial for him immediately. A verdict is expected this winter, and he will most likely face life imprisonment."

That is to say, a life sentence. This outcome did not surprise York.

After all, since New York abolished the death penalty, life imprisonment had become the highest level of punishment, confining a criminal for life and restricting their personal freedom until death.

Life imprisonment is generally reserved for extremely vicious and perverted criminals, and Jeff, who tortured and killed many young girls, was certainly within this category.

For some perverts, life imprisonment might be more terrifying than the death penalty. Death ends all troubles, while being imprisoned alive is a continuous suffering.

Remembering New York's penal system, York responded.

"Well, I am quite satisfied with this outcome, thank you, Officer Jeffrey."

"You're welcome, Father," Jeffrey, sitting in his office and looking at a document, replied seriously.

"On the contrary, I should thank you for bringing me this achievement."

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Beep beep beep! Hanging up the phone, York looked at the darkened screen without a ripple in his heart, placed it back on the table, and continued with his unfinished business.

That is, consecrating the phone in front of the statue of Jesus, following the steps of making holy water.

However, for technological products, some changes in the method were required.

Recalling the rhythm of enchanting bullets, York looked at the phone with a determined gaze. From that day, he had already figured out a different approach.

If the power of faith, or rather the values of sacred power and mental strength, are linked, then he could use the method of enchanting bullets, that is, using mental strength to enchant the phone.

No, consecrate...

York coined a new term for this act.

Once again looking around the hall to ensure no one would disturb him, York stared at the phone and started the first step of consecration.

Like using magical power for enchantment, he began to cover the phone with mental strength through the system's conversion.

When he saw a kind of white fluorescent flow, visible only to him, emerge from his body and spread over the phone on the table.

York closed his eyes and started the second step, reciting scriptures, allowing the faith power linked to mental strength to linger on the phone.

The third step was feeling a division in his mental strength.

[Two points of mental strength used] [...] "I can't believe this actually works!"

York opened his eyes, looking at the phone radiating a fluorescent light, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Is this... in some sense, a sacred object? York instinctively picked up the phone on the table, his mind wandering far due to the success of the experiment, his breathing gradually becoming heavier.

Combining the method of enchantment, could he, in the future... arbitrarily create sacred objects through consecration?

Like holy hand grenades? Holy greatswords? Holy pistols? Holy bullets? Perhaps in the future, even holy water wouldn't need to be mixed, just needing clean pure water, then through consecration, he could make water with holy properties?

And no longer be limited to specific places like churches? Thinking deeply about this, York unconsciously licked his dry lips, Because of this idea, with his current constitution, he actually felt thirsty.

Taking a deep breath, York glanced at the believers in the hall, summoned his personal panel, and first looked at the mental strength column.

[...] [Mental strength 81/83]

[...] Looking at the consumed mental strength, York fell silent, waited for a minute, then saw his mental strength jump up by one point. "Looks like it's the same as magic power, recovering one point every minute."

York felt somewhat relieved but also found it absurd. He didn't expect that with this experiment, he had truly become what those bishops called a heretic.

Not needing God's power, but being able to create sacred objects through his own strength, isn't that heretical? York narrowed his eyes, put the now-sacred phone into his pocket, and returned to the resting room.

First, he opened the armory in the wardrobe. York rummaged through the bottom layer and pulled out a box of original, unenchanted .50 caliber bullets.

These were bullets left by Ryan.

Initially, he planned to return to the hall, but thinking of the praying believers, York eventually decided against it.

"Never mind, can't be too ostentatious…"

York shook his head, took the bullet box to his desk, opened it, and revealed the golden bullets inside.

"I wonder if this will work."

York muttered, starting to consecrate the bullets in the same way as enchantment.

Soon, he found the result very effective. When consecration mirrored enchantment, he could control the output value of consecration just like magical enchantment.

[One point of mental strength used]

[One point of mental strength used]

[...] After consecrating ten bullets, York picked up one, feeling the sacred energy within, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Usually, he prepared specifically for what he wanted to combat.

For example, to fight spiritual entities like evil spirits, he would prepare salt bullets, holy water, etc.

To fight demons, he would prepare sacred objects like holy water, crosses, the Bible, etc.

Now with consecration, he would be unrestricted in facing evil spirits or even demons.

That is, any consecrated bullet or object could potentially cause significant damage to things like evil spirits or demons that fear sacred energy.

And this consecration only cost him his internal mental strength.

With the mechanism of enchantment, the higher the value of consecration, the greater the effect.

Thinking of this, the corners of York's mouth twitched slightly. He was indeed sprinting towards heresy, straying farther and farther.

Looking back at the bullet in his hand, York pursed his lips, silent.

The fact of consecration must never be exposed and must always be kept deep in his heart.

If people knew he controlled enhanced enchantment and the ability to bestow sacred energy through consecration.

Then what he would face might not be evil spirits, demons, or Satan trying to take his soul, but the Church.

Even the Pope couldn't cover him.

After all, this has always been what the Church has done throughout history: eliminate all heretics.

"Sigh, let come what may. No big deal."

York shook his head, put away the secret thoughts, set down the .50 caliber bullet that had been consecrated, picked up another from the box, and resumed the rhythm of consecration...

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