If his original intention was simply to drop a timed bomb and detonate it from a distance, York' resolve only hardened upon seeing the small mounds covering the ground.
This godforsaken place was better off destroyed. If it were left behind, even in a sealed state, there was no telling how many lives would have to be sacrificed.
Whirrr—!
As the helicopter rapidly flew toward the main building of the castle complex,
York turned around and pulled over a backpack containing rocket warheads and the 'King of Infantry' that never retires—the classic RPG-7.
Based on all the information gathered, the Gates of Hell should be in the basement beneath the main building.
Under normal circumstances, the basement responsible for the seal would likely be seven or eight meters deep.
Thinking this, York unzipped the two backpacks.
Inside was the dark launch tube of an RPG-7.
There were four green warheads: two thermobaric warheads and two armor-piercing warheads.
Keeping his objective in mind, York picked up one of the armor-piercing rounds and the RPG-7 and began assembly.
Having grown accustomed to several kilograms of TNT equivalent, the power of an RPG warhead wasn't actually as great as one might imagine, but it was a different story once enchanted.
Each of these four warheads had 25 points of Enchantment, effectively amplifying their power twenty-five times. Combined with 25 points of Holy Imbuement, the power was more than enough to achieve his goal.
To blow open the roof!
To let all the evil entities inside see the light!
And to ensure the 6-ton equivalent Holy Bomb could be dropped in the most accurate spot for maximum effect!
The sound of assembly was non-existent compared to the roar of the helicopter.
However, Hili eventually looked back and saw it.
"Wow! The invincible RPG-7! Father Yorkes, are you starting already?"
"Mm."
York responded calmly as he finished the assembly. The classic RPG-7, now loaded with a warhead, sat in his hands, looking exactly like those in the movies.
"Maintain position."
Telling Hili to hold steady, York looked down at the main building, preparing to use the RPG-7 to blast through the roof.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, causing him to halt the process.
"Something's wrong!"
York glanced at Hili, who seemed normal, then abruptly turned his gaze toward the Novice Nun.
A sudden gasp rang out.
In his eyes, the young Novice Nun seemed as if she had been struck by something; her head snapped back violently against the seat she was already leaning on.
Hili also noticed the anomaly. "Father! There's a situation."
"Yeah, demonic mental erosion. Her mental defense is weaker than ours, and she's been pulled into some kind of mental hallucination space. So... we've been discovered."
Seeing Irene's body go stiff and her eyes begin to roll back, York knew she had fallen into a hallucination. He responded calmly and then pulled out a Cross, tossing it to Hili.
"You're our pilot. Be careful."
Although Hili didn't have a Spiritual Medium Physique that could easily channel Spirits, it was always better to be safe.
"Got it!"
Hili didn't stand on ceremony and hung it directly around his neck. He could feel a heart-soothing warmth radiating from the Cross.
York turned to look at the wide-eyed, dazed Novice Nun, unable to help but complain internally.
"A Spiritual Medium Physique... the old man really hides things deep. Could he actually be in communication with God..."
Under Hili's serious gaze, York placed his hand on Irene's forehead.
*Slap.*
Accompanying the mechanical sound of [3 points of Mana used] in his ear, Irene, who had been pinned against the seat as if by some force, suddenly went limp. Her eyes instantly returned to normal.
Hah... hah... Irene seemed to have seen something. She clutched her chest with her right hand, leaning forward and gasping for air, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
Hah... York narrowed his eyes and took out another prepared Cross, hanging it around Irene's neck.
Not only could it ward off evil, but the abundant holy power would also calm her down and allow her to recover quickly.
"Did you see something?"
His gentle voice spoke, and Irene seemed to feel a bit better, her throat bobbing as she swallowed.
In the darkness just now, she had seen a scene both terrifying and infuriating.
"I saw the Nuns. They were kneeling on the ground, praying continuously with faces full of agony.
And in the center of them stood a Nun with a pale face, black eyes, and black lips..."
At this point, Irene's reaction grew more intense, but she tried her best to stay stable. Though she wasn't an official member of the clergy—not even a real one yet—she knew she shouldn't hide anything that happened from the Priest.
"Father!"
Irene looked up at York and said seriously,
"I can feel how much pain they're in! It is enslaving them!"
Hearing this, York wasn't very surprised. Once he knew this Novice Nun had a Spiritual Medium Physique, he understood everything. The old man had arranged for her to accompany him for another reason besides finding the blood of jesus: to use her mediumship to let him know the situation here.
York fell silent for a moment, looking at the mounds covering the ground outside the walls, and finally said,
"Understood. Since we're already here..."
As he spoke, York picked up the RPG-7 again and aimed it at the spire of the main building, making sure the backblast area was clear of the bewildered Irene. He finally understood the old man's ultimate goal.
"...then I might as well finish everything while I'm at it."
As his words fell, regardless of what the two in the helicopter thought, York used two points of Mana to place a protective shield over them to prevent burns and pulled the trigger.
In an instant—whoosh!
A trail of exhaust gas spewed from the back of the RPG-7, filling the interior of the helicopter.
Riding on this exhaust, the armor-piercing warhead, enhanced with double 25-point buffs, let out a whistling scream as it shot toward the spire of the main building.
The deafening roar of the launch shook the air and everything around it.
The warhead was boldly declaring its existence.
Boom!
The warhead collided with the target! An explosion erupted! The force of the blast was enough to tear almost anything apart.
Under everyone's gaze,
A massive fireball instantly expanded, towering into the sky.
The flames were like a surging dragon, dancing and spraying wildly in all directions.
Accompanied by the rising smoke, debris flew everywhere with ear-piercing impacts, and a light brighter than the sun spread outward with the shockwave.
The helicopter suddenly swayed. Hili scrambled to control it, staring down at the spire that was slowly collapsing and causing another massive commotion. He was completely stunned.
It wasn't that he hadn't seen an RPG-7 before, or that he didn't know the power of other rocket launchers.
But he had never heard of a single ordinary armor-piercing warhead being able to blow the entire spire off a main building.
Irene, on the other hand, looked dazed. This was different from the scene she had imagined; in her education, there was only the three-piece exorcism kit.
"Not bad."
York seemed to be listening to the commotion inside. Looking at the main building, where a huge hole had been blasted open and smoke obscured the view, he picked up the second warhead, stuffed it into the RPG-7 tube, and pulled the trigger again.
He was currently in a secure position. He wouldn't go down until he had at least blasted open the roof that blocked the sunlight and cleared the dark haze inside that could erode one's sanity.
And so, under the gaze of the other two, another armor-piercing warhead slammed violently into the smoke-filled, obscured main building.