Changing his mind, and combining it with York's actions, Marlon knew this was the other party's counterattack against him, an insult!
"Roar! You damn bug!"
Marlon propped up his upper body, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and lunged at York, wanting to tear York to pieces.
"You dare to mock me!! I'll kill you, I will definitely kill you!"
Unfortunately, his dirty black hands only grasped the empty air in front of York, stopping just a few centimeters away.
The taut ropes restricted his movement.
Marlon stared at York with a ferocious expression, his mouth agape like a zombie about to pounce and bite.
Indeed, Marlon's ferocious appearance, in York's eyes, looked like a zombie in impotent rage. He glanced at Archibald, who had been observing, and did not intend to use his usual exorcism methods. Instead, he reached out and touched Marlon's outstretched palm.
"Why did you choose Marlon?"
"Ugh!"
Marlon remained in a pouncing posture, kneeling on the bed. Because his hands were pulled by the ropes, his upper body was supported and suspended in the air.
"You…" York raised an eyebrow, leaned forward, stopping just inches from those dirty black hands, and looked directly into Marlon's blood-red eyes.
"A king of hell… is actually avoiding my question?"
Perhaps a certain word struck a chord with Marlon; he slowly withdrew his hands and squatted awkwardly on the bed, tilting his head as he stared at York in front of him.
"I can choose anyone I want to choose!" Marlon said, staring at the expressionless York and tilting his head to the other side.
"I can also possess anyone I choose! I am your nightmare!"
York's posture remained unchanged, and a hint of amusement appeared in his eyes as he looked at Marlon.
This sentence did, in a roundabout way, answer his question.
"Then why didn't you choose, uh, someone with greater influence, like possessing the Pope? Or an archbishop? Instead of possessing Marlon, this ordinary, useless person?"
In Archibald's wide eyes, and as Marlon's blood-red eyes began to deepen, York smiled.
"If it were me, I would have done that. That is to say, if I had your ability and still chose an ordinary person like Marlon, then I might as well just stay at home."
Marlon's eyes were fixed on the smiling York. He felt the other party's mockery, and at some point, the other party had started speaking to him with the tone of a superior. He hated this feeling.
Marlon roared at York, his mouth full of saliva.
As if there was a gust of wind from Marlon's mouth, a strong current of air appeared out of nowhere. If it were Archibald, he might have been blown back again, forcibly suppressed by Marlon. But York, who was directly in its path, remained expressionless, and the magic within his body automatically formed a barrier in front of him.
[Two points of magic used]
Listening to the mechanical voice in his ear, York looked at Marlon, who was roaring at him with a ferocious expression, and reached up to rub his chin.
In the past, he would have mindlessly amplified the effects of Bible recitations and the crucifix with magic to exorcise the demon within Marlon. Now, he just wanted to give Archibald a lesson on how to use a demon's personality to achieve one's goals.
"Roar!!!"
"...!"
Marlon's blood-red eyes turned to Archibald, who was blown back several steps by just the residual wind, then stared at York, who stood like a nail hammered into the ground, unmoving. A hint of confusion flickered in his eyes.
"You agree, don't you?" York said with a smile, looking at Marlon, who had closed his mouth.
"king of hell!"
Marlon's brows furrowed, a humanized action that made his ferocious face no longer terrifying.
"You don't believe me! You're doubting me!!!" Marlon's upper body shifted towards York, he hissed.
"I am the king of hell!! I can possess anyone!! Anything!!!"
Saying this, Marlon bit at the empty air in York's direction.
"Ugh!"
York smiled and did not respond, but followed with his peripheral vision to the back; he had already heard the grunting of the pig.
Before long, under everyone's gaze, the old man indeed led a pig over.
"Father!"
The old man timidly handed the rope to York.
"Thank you, the Lord be with you."
York nodded, taking the rope.
The old man still dared not look towards Marlon, and walked somewhat timidly towards Archibald.
"Ugh!!!"
Marlon had no idea what this situation meant; he just stared at York, continuously emitting those beastly snarling sounds.
Archibald also did not understand. He thought of something, but it was blocked by a fog, and he couldn't quite grasp it.
"Oink oink!"
Listening to the sounds made by the pig, York stroked the pig next to the stool, and silently apologized in his heart.
"king of hell, can you really possess anyone, anything?" York asked with a smile, stroking the pig and looking at Marlon, who was still roaring on the bed.
"I don't really believe it! You can't do it!"
These words again provoked Marlon's anger. He suddenly propped up his upper body towards York, roaring with a ferocious expression.
"I am the king of hell, anyone! Anything!!"
York's expression didn't change, and he continued to smile.
"I don't believe it! You can't even possess this unintelligent pig next to me, and you think you can possess other people?"
At this point, York smacked his lips and said,
"Tsk tsk, is this even considered a king of hell? Can't even possess a pig? I think you're just trash in hell, to be slaughtered by your own kind!!"
As if York had hit a nerve, Marlon's face became even more ferocious, and he began to frantically struggle against the ropes controlling his limbs.
"I can possess anyone, anything!!!"
This scene unfolded before Archibald's eyes. He finally understood what Father York was going to do, and a look of incredulity appeared in his eyes—or rather, an expression of his worldview being challenged.
York stared at Marlon, who was going mad on the bed, his expression unchanged. He patted the pig next to him and said,
"king of hell! You can prove it to me! No! Let us see your abilities!!"
Marlon suddenly stared at the pig next to York, then knelt on the bed, arching his upper body and roaring.
"I am the king of hell!!!"
"Ugh ah ah ah ah!!!"
"…"
The next second, under Archibald's greatly shocked gaze, Marlon, who had been arching his upper body, roaring incessantly, and struggling, suddenly collapsed.
Subsequently, he saw Father York suddenly clench his fist and punch the pig's head.