Chapter 235: The Situation Escalates

Speaking calmly, York thought about the mission and added, "I can handle the follow-up matters myself. Although I don't know why you are assessing me, I will complete this task well."

He wasn't worried about failing the mission; he was just afraid it would be a wasted effort.

"Uh-huh."

Hearing the bishop's emotionless response, York put down the already disconnected phone handset and put it back in place.

"Everything that needed to be done has been done. Now, the task is to gather strength and resolve the incident on the ground."

York listened to the static on the phone, confirmed the situations of Amelia and Saxon, and began to pull the large backpack he had placed aside to the vast countertop in front of him.

"Five hours should be enough for me to use it twice."

Thinking this, York casually touched the pile of magazines and bombs in the backpack, grenades, and closed his eyes.

And what he heard was the sound of consumption.

[One point of magic used]

[One point of holy power used]

[…]

And while he was enchanting and sanctifying simultaneously.

The situation in Thailand became even more severe.

The entire Siam Paragon Mall had entered a sort of apocalyptic world.

Just as York had guessed, the local police were the first to confront the demon legion compared to the church.

However, the police did come, but they had to abandon their cars and walk to the destination because the road was blocked with vehicles of all sizes.

One Thai police officer after another hurried towards the mall, crossing paths with the panicked, fleeing crowd.

They didn't know what had happened to cause such panic among the people as if they had encountered some major disaster.

"Quickly!!"

Under the call, the police finally reached the mall scene.

Disarray everywhere.

Shops, windows, bodies—all in ruins.

And what greeted them were demons, already adapted to human bodies, standing still, staring directly at them.

"My God, what has happened?"

The police officers, seemingly not yet recovered from the hellish scene before their eyes, didn't hesitate as the low-level demons, acting like zombies, quickly advanced towards them.

This incoming force quickly snapped the bewildered Thai officers to reality.

"Fire, fire!"

A shrill voice shouted from somewhere, and every Thai officer drew their guns.

Smith & Wesson Model 10, .38 caliber revolvers.

Bang bang bang!

Standing between the gaps of the cars, each panicked Thai officer fired rounds from their revolvers, the bullets mercilessly hitting the rapidly approaching, disheveled undead, bursting blood and even dislodging organs.

After firing several shots, fear appeared in the eyes of these Thai officers.

Because these bullet-ridden undead hadn't fallen, merely slowed down by the impact of the bullets.

This beyond normal situation terrified them into retreating instinctively.

"Don't run!!!"

"Fire! Keep firing!!"

Bang bang bang! The gunfire was sporadic.

After a while, the gunfire abruptly stopped, followed by screams.

And the undead cleaning the entire mall spread out from the Siam Paragon Mall as the center.

The situation became increasingly severe.

Attracting the attention of Thai officials.

At the same time, churches stationed around Bangkok began to receive news.

Clergy qualified for exorcism, under Bishop Richard's orders, armed themselves for exorcism with holy water, the Bible, crosses, including knight swords, and waited for further instructions.

Meanwhile, Thai officials also ordered the deployment of a fully armed squad to assist and provide firepower support, including transportation means like helicopters.

And other units like armed police and the police were ordered to clear the area around the incident site and set up checkpoints.

But before these arrangements were in place, within a kilometer of the Siam Paragon Mall had already descended into chaos, and the disorder continued to spread outward.

...

"Bishop, you don't need to go in person!"

Father Daniel looked at Bishop Richard, who had changed into his bishop's robe with purple edges, and advised.

"It's clear now."

Bishop Richard's face showed a peculiar flush, his pupils swirling with the halo of years.

"Those cultists' next target are the two children York mentioned, so they will surely appear."

Saying this, Bishop Richard picked up the scepter hanging next to him and also picked up the bag holding the Bible.

"They dare to cause such a commotion in my jurisdiction; they must be punished accordingly. Only blood can teach them that the dignity of the church is inviolable."

The bishop's tone was calm, yet it made Father Daniel beside him stop his attempts to persuade. He looked at the white-haired bishop, and it seemed as though he saw a fiery past and even glimpsed scenes of emerging from fire.

"Stunned?"

Seeing Father Daniel's stunned look, Bishop Richard chuckled lightly, hanging the properly prepared bag at his waist and continued to pick up a small bottle of holy water with a string tied around its mouth, hanging it around his neck.

Then, he also picked up a cross that had lost its luster hanging on the rack and hung it around his neck.

After completing all these steps, Bishop Richard, with his calm and wrinkled face slightly fitting together, showed a nostalgic look.

"Although it's you young people who are at the forefront now, before you were born, it was us old folks who were at the very front."

Saying this, Bishop Richard looked at Father Daniel, who had a devout look on his face, and smiled.

"I am old, but not so old that I can't move."

Father Daniel quietly lowered his head, "Bishop, I wish to follow you."

"You silly boy, of course, you should follow." Bishop Richard's smile remained unchanged as he walked slowly towards the open door, where fully armed monks or knights were standing.

"What if I get tired and can't walk anymore?"

Father Daniel smiled and nodded.

"Yes, Bishop."

After saying that, he followed Bishop Richard's steps step by step, supporting the bishop's arm.

...…

"How much farther?"

A dilapidated car turned quickly into the right lane amidst the gasps and dodges of pedestrians.

Saxon, constantly moving his feet, turned the steering wheel to keep the car weaving through the traffic and called out.

"Five more streets."

Amelia gritted her teeth, feeling a chill on her back, indicating they were still not far from danger.

Glancing at the gasping pedestrians and the cursing drivers as if nothing had happened here, Amelia felt a sense of powerlessness.

Accompanied by a very disjointed feeling.

She wanted to say that something was happening not far away, but felt helpless.

Just then, as Saxon quickly sped the car to an intersection, a piercing alarm sounded in Amelia's ears.

Turning towards the source, Amelia saw one police car after another suddenly appear, with a group of officers including armed police disembarking.

At the same time, a noisy rumble overhead.

Inside the car, Amelia and Saxon saw a helicopter in the distance heading towards the direction they had just escaped from.

"This is…"

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