Before he even finished listening to the description on the phone, York felt that this mission was going to be a challenge.
"Quite troublesome, a reward of twenty points."
Listening to the phone, York glanced at the mission window that appeared and hesitated to accept the mission for a moment.
Ever since he got this cheat, up to now, he had completed quite a number of missions.
It could be said that the difficulty of a mission depended on the reward.
The higher the reward, the more difficult the mission, and the stronger the devil's power.
"Father York, Beck's wife told me this murder case is very bizarre, all the signs are somewhat like the little story he told you..."
A woman's voice came from the phone, it was Officer Beck's wife. She was a very devout believer. The box of dollars must have had thousands from her.
"Um, I know. I'll come over and take a look in a bit," York said, looking at the mission event on the window.
"You can give my number to Beck, let him talk to me directly."
"Really? Father."
York, carrying his backpack, started walking towards the basement. He needed to prepare.
"Yes."
"Okay! I will tell Beck."
"Um." York hung up the phone, his eyes glinting with eagerness as he looked at the shelves in the basement. Facing a devil worth twenty points was a rare opportunity to test his strength.
What was important was that his painstakingly prepared armory was finally going to see action.
"..."
In the past, the rewards were only four, five, seven, eight points. Now, with twenty points, the difficulty of this mission was probably about three times higher than before.
"About three times the difficulty..."
York looked at the mission window he hadn't accepted yet, threw his backpack to the side, picked up a new empty one, and first headed towards the gun rack, focusing on the pistols.
He bypassed the less powerful pistols and stopped at the revolvers.
Among the pistols, revolvers have a simpler structure and can fire larger caliber bullets, so they generally have more power.
And among the revolvers, the most powerful was...
York's gaze settled on one revolver in the row - the Ryan Bull.
Equipped with .50 caliber, comparable to large caliber sniper rifles or machine gun bullets, a 1-2 cm thick steel plate was like a piece of paper to it.
Five-round capacity.
Its intended use was not for people, but for hunting large animals, including brown bears, buffaloes, and large wild boars...
"This one."
After recalling the details of the Ryan Bull, York first picked up a holster and tied it to his waist, then put the filled ammo belt around his waist like a belt.
The specially made ammo, a total of twenty-five rounds, not too many, not too few, just enough.
After doing this, York picked up the Ryan Bull and put it into the holster, then moved to the next shelf.
With a pistol for self-defense, he also needed a main weapon for offense. He still focused on shotguns, simply because shotguns allowed for changing ammo types depending on the situation.
Without much thought, York picked up his old buddy, the Winchester M1897.
For special ammunition, he took two hundred rounds of the more powerful slug rounds, not carrying much else.
According to the story Beck told him, the devil that walked among men, judging sinners, was probably its true form.
Although he didn't know why this devil could linger in the human world, York was preparing with the assumption of facing the devil's true form.
Main and secondary weapons set, he then needed auxiliary weapons.
To specifically target devils, he prepared quite a few things.
To give the devil a shock, York headed to the grenade area, picking up ten grenades and putting them in his bag.
Although he didn't know if grenades would be effective against the devil's true form, it was worth a try.
Of course, he would likely first weaken the devil's defenses with holy water, then bombard it with grenades, deciding everything based on the situation.
Thus, York moved to the shelf specifically for holy water. Holy water didn't last long, with a twenty-day cycle, so...
York swept through the supply, taking thirty bottles of holy water, filling half his backpack.
At this point, the weight of the backpack was enough to strain an average person, but for York, whose physical abilities were nearly three times that of an average person, it was as simple as carrying a bottle of mineral water.
After the holy water, York moved to the next shelf, where his crosses and bible were stored.
The church's trio against devils: holy water, bible, cross were quite effective. With his omnipotent magic, their effect could be doubled, the power depending on the output of magic.
Like in the beginning, exorcising the devil from Sarah, using the cross as a medium, he forcibly expelled it without knowing the devil's true name, spending only ten magic points.
He hadn't yet used a hundred magic points at once, and didn't know what that would be like.
"Seems like that's it?"
York tied three crosses with a string, winding them around his right hand, and seemed to remember something, heading to the deepest corner.
There was nothing here, only two dust-covered knight swords from the church.
Looking at the knight sword he hadn't held in a long time, York sighed, recalling the past. He picked up one of the swords, turned around, and headed to the garage.
Now York was carrying a backpack even bigger than a hiking pack, filled with crosses, holy water, ammunition, and grenades.
A long knight's sword hung over his shoulder.
In his left and right hands wrapped in crosses, he held two Winchester M1897s.
A Ryan Bull holster with its ammo belt and a bible pouch were tied around his waist.
This entire set of equipment was more complete than any he had worn before.
The idea was to have the Winchester M1897s and grenades, along with bottles of holy water for long-range, the Ryan Bull and the knight sword for close combat.
If that wasn't enough, he had the ultimate move of the cross and bible combined with magic.
If he still couldn't win, then he could only forcefully escape.
Still driving the Ford Raptor, as York placed all the gear in the passenger seat, his phone rang just in time.
York didn't immediately answer, instead driving out of the garage before picking up the call.
"Father York, I can't get through to Beck's phone! There's no signal on his mobile!" Beck's wife's anxious and worried voice came through.
"Did... Did something happen to him?"
Hearing this, York wasn't surprised at all. Seeing the mission event, he knew that the devil, which normally targeted sinners, might now be targeting innocent people due to some reason...
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