Although she didn't possess the Spiritual Medium Physique, her eyes, filled with spreading magic, were no less effective.
The points of pure white light gradually formed a human figure in York' eyes.
Before long, a Nun, dressed in a black habit, somewhat aged and with a face full of wrinkles, appeared beside her corpse.
She glanced at her corpse, which had been blasted to smithereens, a look of regret in her eyes. Then she looked at Irene, who could see her and possessed spiritual energy, with a gentle gaze. Next, she looked at Hili, who was utterly bewildered but seemed to sense her presence, and finally, her gaze settled on York, who stood quietly.
She clasped her hands together and bowed slightly.
"Father, after several hundred years, you have finally arrived."
Upon hearing this, a hint of pity appeared in York' eyes. What did it mean to be imprisoned for hundreds of years? He didn't know, but just by feeling it, not to mention hundreds of years, he already felt miserable after just a few years.
Even so, the Old Nun could not be freed yet; one last step remained: for him to personally exorcise the demon and then perform a requiem blessing.
Irene indeed had the Spiritual Medium Physique and was a Nun, but she was ultimately just a Novice Nun. Her prayer merely served as a beacon, notifying the Nuns and the demon that they had arrived... "Young Father, you need not be overly sorrowful." The Old Nun, radiating a holy light, smiled as she stared at the young Father.
"This is the destiny of our Saint Kata Monastery, and my destiny is to wait for you here."
Hearing this, York' eyebrows slightly raised.
"You mean...?"
The Old Nun, dressed in a black habit and wearing a Nun's hood, did not answer, but instead, diverted the conversation in another direction.
"The Saint Kata Monastery was founded during the Dark Ages. Countless Nuns voluntarily came here, praying day and night to suppress the Gates of Hell..."
This was information he already knew. York remained unperturbed, letting the Old Nun speak. It was rare for a fragmented soul to maintain such habits and sanity.
Irene, however, listened from the side, her expression becoming unusually serious.
"Unfortunately, Health has its limits. Even if we are willing, negative emotions will still arise. The demon lurking in the darkness has been secretly absorbing our negative emotions, and with accumulation over time, Its power has grown stronger and stronger..."
As the Old Nun spoke, a look of recollection appeared on her face, and she subconsciously walked towards a small candle niche in the nearby wall, only to realize that she was merely a spirit and could not touch anything.
Irene, observing her, immediately went over, recalling the Old Nun's movements, and picked up the tinderbox from below.
However, this tinderbox was a product of the 16th century, and after a long time, it was already damp and unusable.
"Child, thank you for your understanding, but this can no longer be used," the Old Nun said with some regret.
Irene pursed her lips and looked at the Father, who had been standing quietly. She wanted to fulfill what the Old Nun wished to do.
York smiled and nodded, then looked at Hili, who was standing quietly by his side.
"Hili."
He knew Hili was an old smoker, just like his father, Father Mike.
"Yes, Father."
Without other aids, Hili, though he couldn't see, understood the situation. He directly pulled out an exquisite and ornate lighter from his pocket and lit the small hole containing beeswax, then proceeded to light another small hole on the opposite side... The candlelight flickered on both sides, illuminating the entire stone chamber.
"Thank you very much."
The Old Nun thanked them, then naturally walked towards the desk inside, continuing to speak of the unfinished matters.
"Finally, to this day, Its power has grown even stronger. Our Abbess noticed this and wanted to use the remaining blood of jesus to strengthen the seal, but unfortunately, just one step short, she was still corrupted by the demon's increasingly powerful force..."
As the Old Nun spoke, her usually calm voice began to waver.
"We tried our best to control the Abbess, but we couldn't resist the demon's invasion, leaving only that poor child..."
The simple words revealed a cruel reality, and Irene silently clutched the Cross on her chest.
Only York narrowed his eyes; he knew that the last child was probably the suicide, but he noticed a missing detail.
"So, the remaining bottle of blood of jesus is gone?"
As soon as these words were spoken, before Hili could raise an eyebrow, the Old Nun already nodded.
"Before the Abbess was corrupted, she hid it in another place, but unfortunately, we didn't know, otherwise..."
At this point, the Old Nun, whose form was already fading to transparency, looked up at the young Father, who had remained calm.
"I'm sorry, Father, I cannot help you with the blood of jesus."
Upon hearing this, York was about to shake his head to say it was fine, but the Old Nun continued.
"But I have also found some information, the demon's companion phrase, which I hope can help you."
With that, she gestured towards a dusty book on the desk. Before disappearing, she clasped her hands together, bowed her head, closed her eyes, and then burst into sparkling points of light.
The stone chamber returned to silence, illuminated only by the dim candlelight.
Compared to Hili, who was observing from the side and processing the conversation about the blood of jesus, Irene maintained her posture with hands clasped to her chest, watching the scattering starlight, a wave of sadness welling up within her.
York glanced at her and comforted her, "They will all find release and return to the embrace of the Lord."
"Mhm."
Irene took a deep breath, put away her complex emotions, and nodded seriously.
Seeing this, York looked at the vanished starlight and walked towards the desk.
The items on the desk were scattered, but an open book and a folded piece of paper were placed very neatly.
Skipping the paper, York casually picked up the dusty book, shaking off the dust as he looked through it.
Under the not-so-bright candlelight, the open book displayed a very abstract image of a demon connected with related patterns.
A winged child riding a two-headed dragon with two wings.
Next to the image was a long passage of ancient text... "Father Yorkes, have you found anything?" Hili asked subconsciously, holding the SHAK-12 and remaining alert.
"The Defiler..."
York narrowed his eyes and read out the text recorded within.
"The Profaner, Marquis of Serpents, Servant of the King of Fear, bestows true knowledge and wisdom, skilled at unearthing the fear within people's hearts..."
At this point, York paused. Through this passage, he immediately thought of a demon recorded in the secret chamber and silently recited its name in his mind.
"Valak!"
Swoosh!
York, who was already prepared, calmly put down the book in his hand.
He watched as the surrounding space instantly changed, except for the desk.
He gazed into the abyss, and the abyss gazed back.
York already knew what would happen after speaking that name.
The surroundings also resembled a stone chamber.
Four ancient load-bearing pillars made of massive stones supported the platform above.
In the center was an altar, extending upwards, and York finally saw the Nun.
She sat with her head bowed on a stone chair, behind her were formal Nuns, all dressed in black habits, silently wailing.
York couldn't see the faces of each person, but he could feel the pain of these Nuns.
This was the accumulated negative emotions and suffering of the Nuns from Saint Kata Monastery over hundreds of years...