Chapter 110: Recitation

Of course, Father York, staring at the deep path, didn't forget about that last thermobaric missile.

Under the watchful eyes of Xili and the others, Father York once again took the RPG-7, now integrated into one piece, from the helicopter and hoisted it on his shoulder.

Seeing this, the novice nun Eileen appeared somewhat dazed. Dressed in a white novice nun's robe, holding the grenade belt in front of her chest, she looked at Father York next to her, feeling a bit shocked.

She had never seen any priest like this.

Right hand holding a grenade launcher.

Body adorned with ammunition belts.

Left hand holding and resting the RPG-7 on his shoulder.

Coupled with the father's physique, he looked exactly like...

Even though it was a weird feeling of overwhelming safety, Eileen just felt it was awkward.

In contrast, Xili, holding the SHAK-12, had his eyes shining.

"Father York, you're so cool! Explosively cool!"

He exclaimed.

"This is my idol!"

Father York ignored him, the RPG-7 on his shoulder already aimed at the entrance of the path only twelve or thirteen meters away.

"Let's clear the field!"

In a low whisper, the firing trigger was pulled.

Puff! The thermobaric missile head, riding a jet of tail gas, sprayed towards the bottomless entrance of the path.

A perfect parabola dove into the path.

The next second.

Boom!!!!!

The explosion roared.

The ground and the entrance were shaken, dusting off.

Also shaking the debris piled nearby, causing the rocks to slide down.

The entrance exploded with dazzling light and pure brightness.

A strong, visible shockwave surged from the entrance, rapidly attacking Father York and his companions.

Compared to Eileen, who was shocked into stiffness, Xili, holding the SHAK-12, twitched his face.

Being knowledgeable, he knew this shockwave could at least blow them ten meters away.

"What the fk! What kind of power is this?"

Holding the SHAK-12, Xili looked towards Father York in the lead, internally screaming in his mind.

From the first shot, each RPG missile head's power exceeded his understanding, it wasn't an RPG, but a missile.

"Father York!"

"Don't panic." Father York said calmly, staring at the incoming shockwave, his left hand swinging the RPG like a drumstick towards the void in front of him.

[5 magic points used]

The mechanical sound rang in Father York's ears, with energy of the same caliber bursting out at the touchpoint of the RPG, fiercely colliding with the incoming shockwave.

Father York didn't feel anything unusual, but the two behind him heard a thud, the blast of wind blowing their hair and wrinkling their faces.

The helicopter swayed.

The next second, all was calm.

Before the two could react, Father York casually tossed the now twisted RPG-7 aside and took the lead towards the entrance of the path.

"Let's go."

"Ah, okay..."

The closest Eileen snapped out of it and could only instinctively follow.

"Damn, that's cool!"

Xili licked his dry lips, although he didn't understand how Father York neutralized the shock force, he subconsciously followed behind the nun.

"It's much cleaner now," said Father York, leading the way to the entrance of the path, sensing the dwindling dark fog and the visibly turned corner in the depths. He continued to pull out a holy grenade from the belt, unscrewing the pin with one hand.

"But it's not enough."

Under the watchful eyes of the two behind him, Father York threw a holy grenade into the corner inside the path.

Watching the grenade bounce off the wall and hop towards the corner, Father York casually pulled the bewildered Eileen to hide by the wall at the entrance of the path.

Xili, with a twitch at the corner of his mouth, had no choice but to also hide on the other side of the wall, asking.

"Father York, when do we go in?"

"After this grenade." Father York leaned against Eileen, calmly responding.

"There's something inside, let's test the waters first."

Xili paused, and the next second, as the roaring explosion sounded, he finally understood what Father York meant by "something."

A white and red shockwave, carrying some debris and unknown substances, sprayed out from inside.

"This..."

Xili stared at the sticky, unclear chunks of flesh and black fabric on the ground, falling into a brief silence. With his knowledge, these were pieces of a body.

"Most likely parts of the bodies of nuns already possessed by evil."

Father York withdrew his gaze, responding with a sentence, leading the way into the path now clear of dark fog with the MK14 EBR grenade launcher in hand.

"Keep going!"

Eileen, very conscious, clutched the grenade belt and hurriedly followed. She knew what her most important task was at the moment.

Hearing the frantic but stable footsteps behind him, Father York's face showed satisfaction. This novice nun was good because she was very obedient, calm, and did what needed to be done conscientiously.

If she were at the Pluto Church, he might be able to spend more time outside.

Thinking this, Father York looked back at Eileen obediently following behind, looking at her hands clutching the belt, her knuckles already pale.

"You don't need to be so nervous. In the monastery, you must have learned the relevant prayers for sending off, right?"

"Eh?"

Eileen looked up, puzzled.

"Pay close attention."

Father York deliberately made way, staring at the deformed bodies at the corner ahead. He believed Eileen, with her medium physique, could see what he could see.

In this gap, Eileen instinctively looked forward, initially seeing nothing but a vague thing on the ground.

The next second, her eyes gradually widened.

A strange nun, glowing with a pure light, stood beside the vague thing, smiling at them.

"You see."

Father York stared at the nun floating in the void, smiling, then gently said.

"If you've learned, we can actually send them off."

Looking at the strange nun always floating in front of her, Eileen remembered the scene she saw in the helicopter. She slowly loosened her grip on the grenade belt, earnestly saying.

"I have learned, but Father... I'm not really a clergy member yet."

"It's okay."

Father York smiled, his control over a total of five points of spiritual power spreading beneath his feet, the thick power of faith spreading out like a warm breeze in all directions.

"Come on."

Eileen, feeling something, took a deep breath and began reciting the sending-off prayer.

[Dear Lord, dear Heavenly Father]

[May the souls of those who have died here be led by you, in the kingdom of the Father God, to eternal life, peace, and joy]

[Everything we ask for today, is…] […] The moving prayer words fell in the dim path.

The last one, Xili, although he couldn't see anything, also fell silent.

The three silently passed by the gradually blurring figure of the nun.

Floating above her own body, the figure of the nun, becoming more and more blurred, her white face now shed tears, her hand pointing to the right.

Father York nodded slightly in acknowledgment, leading the way to the right path...

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