Exorcist of the American Nightmares

"Ah, ah, ahhhh!"

"Let me out!!!"

"..."

Archibald was in front, with the elder and York behind him. As they just arrived at the door of the room, the yelling inside became even more frantic.

"..."

"I'm going to kill you all!!!!"

"I will definitely kill you!!!"

"..."

Suddenly, bang, bang, bang, bang! Inside, it was unclear what was happening, but the sound of something being smashed suddenly erupted.

Screech, screech, screech!

This was followed by a very piercing friction sound.

"God, Father, Malen is moving the bed!" the elder said in fear.

"Sometimes when I go in, he would forcibly move the bed to the door. This is simply not something a human can do..."

"Mhm, it'll be alright."

York, who had been following the elder, deliberately took off his cross and hung it around the elder's neck, speaking in a calm tone.

"The Lord is with us."

The elder instinctively grabbed the cross on his chest and looked up at York.

York smiled and nodded.

His confident smile was contagious, and the elder's originally rapid breathing began to steady.

"I'm opening the door!"

Archibald took a peek and boldly opened the door.

As the door opened wide, a strong gust of wind suddenly exploded in front of it.

The first to bear the brunt was Archibald at the front. His eyes widened, feeling as if he was about to be blown away by a car.

"It's over!" he thought to himself.

However, just as Archibald's feet left the ground, York silently stepped forward, blocking in front of the elder, and grabbed Archibald's shoulder to keep him in place, automatically consuming his magical power.

[Two points of magical power used]

[Magic Power: 132/134]

After doing this, York looked inside.

A pale and withered man, as if devoid of life, was crouched on the bed, looking at them with a distorted smile.

York instinctively squinted his eyes.

The man showed every sign of being possessed by a demon, not to mention his facial appearance, and the faint glow in his blood-red eyes, which seemed extremely sinister to anyone.

Besides that, the man's body posture was also very unnatural, as if being manipulated by an invisible force. His limbs were twisted, squatting in an abnormal way, appearing unnatural and terrifying.

"Focus and calm your mind!"

After taking a quick look at Malen's form, York then continued to look at Archibald, who seemed to be still in shock.

"Don't be afraid! If you're afraid, your weaknesses will be completely exposed."

His steady voice was out of place in this setting but had a calming effect. Archibald clenched his teeth and nodded seriously at Malen inside.

York let go and returned to his own position, allowing Archibald to lead the way in.

The room was still dim despite the lights being on.

"Hehe!!" Malen, in his awkward posture, watched the three men come in and shifted his body.

"Did my dear father bring a rookie priest? Oh no!!"

Malen twisted his head to an unbelievable angle, his blood-red eyes fixed on York at the back.

"And a real priest?"

Malen said this in the tone of a roaring beast and suddenly opened his saliva-filled mouth wide at York.

"What an unpleasant smell!!!"

"..."

Malen's demeanor in the dim room, coupled with his twisted body posture, was extremely terrifying.

The elder shuddered and immediately hid behind York, not daring to look anymore.

Archibald's breathing also became rapid. He instinctively looked back at Father York, seeking some sense of security, but only saw a calm York, signaling him to start the exorcism.

"Sigh..."

Archibald had no choice but to turn back to look at Malen, who was in a terribly frightening state, swallowed non-existent saliva, and then took out a bottle of holy water from his backpack.

"Hehe! My dear, are you going to give me a bath..." Malen's blood-red eyes suddenly turned to Archibald.

He could still speak normally at first, but by the second sentence, he became ferocious, and his twisted limbs reached out towards Archibald, only to be restrained by the thick ropes tied to his limbs, causing a tense pulling sound.

"I'm going to kill you!!!! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Archibald swallowed his non-existent saliva for the second time, then followed the exorcism steps he had been trained in, sprinkling holy water on and around Malen while praying.

"Lord, please forgive our sins, purify our souls.

Grant us courage and unwavering faith to fight against the tricks and provocations of evil spirits.

We believe You are omnipotent and have the power to overcome evil.

Please use Your power to drive the demon out of the possessed body.

In Your name, we command all evil beings to leave this place.

For You are the ultimate truth and justice, and evil cannot compare to Your glory.

Please use Your judgmental hand to defeat the demons, drive them out, and bring peace and blessings to the tormented."

"..."

York listened to Archibald's prayer, feeling somewhat inexplicable.

After all, the church is somewhat conservative, using an ancient exorcism method even in modern times.

Demons hate everything about God, hate holy water, crosses, and the recitation of the Bible, because these things cause them pain and discomfort.

This is indeed a fact.

But discomfort and pain are just like daily meals for some demons, like people with masochistic tendencies, pain for some demons is a form of pleasure.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!!!!"

Malen seemed to feel uncomfortable, his originally crouching posture turned into rolling around on the bed, like a drug addict in withdrawal, tossing and turning everywhere.

Seeing the effect, Archibald's spirits lifted, and he recited faster and faster.

After finishing a chapter, Archibald stared at the somewhat uncomfortable Malen, sprinkling holy water while loudly demanding.

"Who are you! Why do you possess him!!"

Hearing the interrogation, York also looked at Malen on the bed.

Archibald had reached the step of demanding the demon's real name. If successful, he could use God's power and command through God's prohibition for the demon to return.

However, Malen just stared dead at Archibald and roared in a beastly tone.

"Damn priest!!!!! God's stinking bug!!!"

He stared at Archibald and roared.

"Get lost!!!!!"

"..."

As if there was breath from that wide-open mouth, it blew Archibald off his feet, slamming him towards the outside.

But just like before, York, who had been watching, immediately stepped forward to support Archibald, preventing him from being blown away and injured by hitting something.