Chapter 85: Something Fiercer than a Holy Hand Grenade

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"Oh! A pleasant feeling, I really should thank Father York!" Having come to a realization, Morse stopped at his doorstep, feeling relaxed.

Just as he was about to enter, a commotion came from nearby.

"Hey! Danny! Let me see what you've found!"

Morse instinctively looked over to see three children emerging from the end of the hallway.

Named Danny, a boy about fifteen or sixteen years old, was holding something wrapped in cloth, with a little girl, only five or six years old, clutching his hand.

"Come on! Show me!"

"NO! Casey! Don't even think about it!"

Trailing behind them was a girl with short hair, about fourteen or fifteen years old, following leisurely.

"..."

These were the children of his neighbor, Lisa, a single mother, and also one of the reasons he disliked children.

Remembering Lisa's increasingly haggard and exhausted appearance, Morse shuddered. He had no desire to end up like that.

"Hey! Morse, I heard your surgery failed?" Danny's annoying voice rang in his ear.

Morse didn't bother to respond and hurriedly entered his home.

But after closing the door, he heard one last mocking sentence,

"Man, that's sad. Are you going to become a man without balls?"

"Damn it!"

Staring at the closed door, Morse cursed under his breath. His previously light mood was once again dragged down.

"Thank you! Father York!" An old woman gratefully said.

"The Lord be with you, Mrs. Eula." Father York had perfectly completed another one-on-one spiritual counseling, kindly speaking.

The elegantly dressed old lady smiled like a blooming sunflower and then took out the cash she had prepared and stuffed it into the donation box.

Father York's expression remained unchanged.

"Thank you for your donation! Mrs. Eula, the Lord surely knows your intentions…"

"Humph!"

The old woman, holding her handbag, left in a good mood.

Father York watched her go, then turned back to his priestly duties.

That day, he received a total of eight parishioners, but unfortunately, only the unfamiliar Morse triggered a random task.

Of course, that wasn't the only gain. In his spare time, he consecrated fifty holy hand grenades and two hundred and ten bullets of various calibers.

He also spent over six hundred thousand dollars ordering a batch of arms from Wald Martin, focusing on grenades and revolving grenade launchers with greater lethality, and even high-tech products like rocket launchers and drones.

Spending over six hundred thousand, his fortune instantly shrank to about three million. That's why he always felt poor - the accumulated arms were money, like the rocket launchers costing nearly a thousand dollars each.

Another day passed.

Before the arms ordered from Wald Martin arrived, Father York had already consecrated all the weapons in the church and some specially purchased speakers.

He also allocated the few attribute points he gained from tasks to his mental strength. Under his high-frequency consecration, his mere 84 points of mental strength were beginning to fall short.

[Spirit 84 increased to 85]

[...]

The next day, before old Mack's investigation results arrived, York first received a call from Ed.

As he had guessed, the Warren couple would soon experience another paranormal event.

They had received a testing commission, which was a joint request from a TV station and an expert, to verify the authenticity of a paranormal event.

"Father York, should we take this commission?" Ed hesitated.

"I always feel that this matter is inseparable from the nun."

Hearing Ed's concern, Father York smiled lightly, "Why not accept it?"

"But..."

Ed's voice barely fell before being interrupted by Father York.

"Ed, you're an experienced paranormal expert. You should know the result of avoidance. Either you get consumed by It, or we annihilate It."

Blunt but true, Ed looked at his wife sleeping on the sofa, worried about her safety, and somewhat hesitant.

"I understand, Father York."

"Don't worry, Ed. Darkness can never overcome the Lord's light."

Father York looked up at the image of Jesus above. As evening approached, the sunset shining through the windows made it look magnificent and holy.

"Come and pick me up tomorrow. We'll go together."

"Alright!"

Hearing Ed's response, Father York hung up the phone, stood up, and walked outside, facing the sunset streaming into the hall.

The hall was empty.

Outside, only Robert was still guarding the door, extremely diligent.

Thanks to him, the usually chaotic church had become clean and tidy under his care, even the benches in the hall and other decorations looked brand new daily, earning praises from the parishioners.

Father York was quite satisfied with this first employee of the Pluto Church; at least he didn't have to worry about lunch anymore.

"Father!" Robert greeted him as he came out.

Father York smiled and nodded, "Robert, you can leave early today."

Robert was startled, "Father, it's not time yet."

"It's fine, go home. You don't need to stay too late." Father York waved his hand and left the church without another word, under Robert's bewildered gaze.

That night.

Father York appeared in the basement warehouse of his house.

Although the goods from Wald Martin hadn't arrived yet, he had prepared a large number of holy hand grenades, holy water, bibles, and other exorcism equipment for the nun, who seemed to be a tough character. This was the equipment he had always used, and now he added a few Bluetooth speakers, saving more effort.

Thinking of the tough characters related to the nun, Father York still felt somewhat insecure.

He went straight to a corner he hadn't visited for a long time, stopping in front of a box, reminiscing. He didn't know what he had in mind when he ordered these things, but due to his thinking from his previous life, in a world where gods and ghosts existed, he indeed lacked a sense of security.

Opening the box, several tightly packed brick-shaped objects appeared before him - these were C4 plastic explosives. He planned to use these C4s to create bombs more ferocious than grenades.

Staring at the C4, which had been the pillar of the sea in its time, Father York subconsciously stroked it, his mind racing.

The nature of this explosive was very stable; it wouldn't detonate even under gunfire or fire, and required a detonator.

This characteristic, combined with the methods he could currently use, made the detonation more suitable for him than grenades.

The double buff of consecration, which added holy attributes, and enchantment, which amplified the essence effect, combined with the kinetic energy of the C4 itself, was an unknown but potentially immense power.

The important thing was that he could decide the explosive power – he could make it as strong as he wanted.

5 kilograms of C4 was equivalent to the charge of a 125mm shell, and 10 kilograms to a heavy 155mm shell. The quantity of the charge was justice!

"Isn't this getting out of hand?"

Father York stroked the C4 brick in the box, subconsciously licking his lips. He wasn't afraid of the demon, but feared he might escalate the situation.

After some thought, he decided to control the explosion power to easily destroy

 a three-story apartment building, about 24 kilograms of TNT equivalent.

"Let's start making it."

"To be honest, I've never tried this method before. I don't know if it will work..."

Time passed.

The electronic detonation explosives, consisting of detonators, C4, and other components, were freshly made. Remembering the experiment at Jesse Tower and the power of the 120-point enchanted grenade, Father York's face bore a hint of madness.

[160 points of magic used]

[65 points of spirit used]

[...]

In the corner, the aura of Annabelle and its neighboring medium carriers grew weaker, as if losing their presence, seemingly trying to reduce their existence.

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The next day.

Having prepared for a long time and without sleep, Father York waited for Ed's car, an 8-seater SUV.

"Father York!"

Seeing the familiar bags at the priest's feet, Ed and Drew hurriedly got out of the car to help.

"Hmm."

Father York deliberately picked up the backpack, which could easily blow up a three-story apartment and had been doubly blessed. He let the two men load the remaining bags into the car and then sat in the back seat.

Lorraine was already sitting next to him.

"Father York."

Father York put the backpack at his feet and looked at her tired face.

"Are you okay, Lorraine?"

A shadow flickered in Lorraine's eyes. The frequency of the nun appearing in her dreams was increasing, and she had seen Ed dying in them several times.

"Father, It's appearing more and more."

"Hmm, as time goes by, Its power will grow stronger." Father York consoled her, handing over a prepared cross.

This cross had been consecrated with 64 points, filled with more holy energy than ever.

"This should help you sleep well."

Lorraine pursed her lips and took it, hanging the cross around her neck. Somehow, just as the father said, she felt a long-lost tranquility at that moment.

"Thank you! Father!"

Gratitude shone in Lorraine's eyes.

Father York smiled faintly and looked forward, where Ed and Drew were sitting in the car, looking back at them.

"Ed, show me all the information you've gathered first."

"Sure, Father."

Ed glanced at Lorraine, took out the prepared documents and a tablet, and handed them over.

"This is the video material sent by the TV station and the expert."

"Okay, let's go."

Father York took the materials and started reading silently.

Ed and Drew exchanged glances, started the car, and headed towards their destination.

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