Chapter 167: Consciousness Returns
"My faith is in the merciful, bright, and just Holy Father; I don't understand what you are saying." William said with a strange look on his face.
He was perfunctory verbally, but he was observing the figures around him.
"Since the Spiritual Thread connects these people, does it also connect their consciousness?" William pondered secretly.
A moment later, he tried to approach one of them with "Intention."
The other party was a young man. In the repeatedly played scenes, he embraced a beautiful lady at the station.
William tore off this disguise and saw the true scene. This seemed to be a land far away from North America. A man and a woman met in a bombed house.
The woman's relatives were tortured and killed by bandits, and their heads were stuck on stakes in front of the door.
The man was a peacekeeping guard and only received orders to protect survivors.
That night, a soft body crawled into the man's bed. The next day, one of the bandits died inexplicably.
The man and the woman had no feelings; this was just an exchange of interests.
After that, the woman often sent intelligence to the man. Every time, he only saw a bloodstained note, but the man knew it was her.
Relying on information superiority, the local bandits surrendered quickly, and the man also got a promotion.
When evacuating, the man saw the woman at the station. She just watched silently without asking the man to take her away, even though he could indeed do so.
After returning to his homeland, the woman's face began to appear crazily in the man's mind. After countless sleepless nights, he embarked on the return journey.
But after arriving, the man only received news of the woman's death.
It turned out that on the night the man left, the bandits found the woman. They subjected her to heinous torture and killed the child in her womb.
Due to "Political" reasons, the man could not do anything. In the end, he could only return alone, suppressing his grief, and became a drug addict.
After watching these scenes, William sighed inwardly.
"Such 'reality' is indeed hard to accept."
At this time, the text in front of him appeared again.
[He gave up meaningless pain and found inner peace.]
William snorted coldly.
"Indulging in empty illusions is just whitewashing inner cowardice. If you want to let go of the past, you should abandon these thoughts."
"If there is hatred in your heart, you should do everything possible to punish the evildoers. Hesitating is just wasting time."
He explored the man's heart with [Psychological Counseling].
[Blasphemer, your actions are meaningless. We are a unified body; your words will be rejected by all souls.]
Hearing his guess verified, William raised an eyebrow.
"That's just right; it saves a lot of time."
Next, his voice echoed among the surrounding figures through the Spiritual Thread.
Relying on the unique ability of [Psychological Counseling], the souls in the sphere of light trusted William instinctively.
For a time, the Spiritual Thread seemed about to break.
Countless energy clusters lit up inside the "Human Figures"; that was their own consciousness.
[Stop! Blasphemer, you cannot destroy the "Unified" consciousness.]
William rubbed his chin: "Judging from your tone, you seem very angry? Isn't this emotion meaningless?"
The text in front of him stopped again; it seemed the other party knew they were in the wrong.
Accompanied by the awakening of the spirits, violent vibrations also occurred around.
A stream of pitch-black energy erupted from the center of the sphere of light, attacking William.
But in the next second, dazzling Holy Light suddenly surged around William, purifying that energy completely.
[Such powerful mental strength, who exactly are you?]
William did not answer; instead, he controlled his mental strength to expel a tiny energy cluster in front of him.
"I don't like people writing in front of my eyes."
Of course, he didn't say the sentence "Unless there are benefits."
At this time, all Spiritual Threads broke.
The sphere of light could no longer be maintained, exposing the void outside.
In the next moment, many vortexes appeared in the nearby space.
William sensed a familiar aura there.
"Retrieve your bodies."
He pointed forward, and all spirits floated there, submerging into the vortexes one by one.
At the same time, a line of huge text composed of energy bodies suddenly appeared in the void.
[Blasphemer, flesh and spirit are but illusions. We will eventually become one, becoming a part of the "Empty Man."]
William said: "Threats from losers have no meaning."
[Blasphemer, speak your name; you will pay the price for this.]
"Speak my name and wait for you to find me?"
William showed a look like he was "looking at a fool."
"You villains always make strange requests."
After speaking, he floated to the front of a vortex. At this time, there were not many spirits left around, and William soon submerged into it.
Before long, only those texts composed of energy bodies remained in the void.
Inside the Venue.
Haggai and the others were originally guarding beside William.
But a vortex suddenly appeared above the seat, and then dense energy clusters emerged from inside, flying towards the shells in the venue respectively.
"This is?"
Bent rubbed his eyes.
"Oh, may the Lord protect us; Father William succeeded." Matthew's eyes were bright, crossing himself on his chest.
At the same time, he was extremely amazed inside.
"With soul fluctuations of this scale, I wonder what exactly he encountered."
The others showed joyous expressions upon hearing the Archbishop's words.
At this time, William also slowly opened his eyes.
[Redemption Persuasion +632]
Seeing the text jumping out in front of him, his heart stirred, but he didn't look closely at this moment.
"Father William! You're awake."
Bent sounded excited and hurriedly handed over a bottle of Holy Water, which was specifically instructed by the other party earlier.
William drank it quickly, scanned himself to ensure there were no abnormalities, and then stood up.
The academy trio had witnessed his abilities long ago, so they just felt this was a common thing.
But surprise flashed in Haggai's eyes; he didn't expect William to really call back those lost souls.
By contrast, as a Vatican priest, he couldn't even use holy artifacts, which made Haggai feel a little lost inside.
"Don't be discouraged; I'm the same as you." Caroline patted him and said softly.
Who wants to compare with you!
Haggai's forehead twitched instantly.
"William! Although you are just a local church priest, you are much more powerful than the Archbishop's student!" Caroline's eyes were bright.
"Hey... actually offended three people in two sentences."
The academy trio felt ashamed inside.
If the two priests from St. Peter's were not still in a coma, this record could continue to be refreshed.
"Cough cough."
Matthew tried hard to recite the Bible silently to prevent himself from hitting someone.
He came to William, looking approvingly: "Father, your bravery and ability make me admire you."
Then he lowered his voice: "Are you fast at climbing walls? I have a secret commission from the parish here..."
At this time, everyone in the venue also gradually woke up.
Beatrice opened her eyes slowly.
"I... what happened?"
She was only stunned for a moment before her eyes became clear instantly.
Then Beatrice got up quickly, holding the crucifix tightly in her hand.
"Calm down, Sister Beatrice..."
Archbishop Matthew told her what had happened.
Beatrice opened her emerald-like eyes, staring curiously at the young priest in front of her.
Previously, when her consciousness was polluted, it was like having a dream.
Although the memories of the past were somewhat painful.
But later she vaguely heard a voice.
Gentle and steady, giving Beatrice a sense of closeness.
At the moment before waking up, she followed the guidance of that voice.
"Was it him?"
Beatrice bowed slightly: "Thank you for saving my life..."
Time rewinds to a little while ago.
City Hall, Second Floor Passage.
"Really bad luck to encounter this kind of guy this time." Samael looked gloomy.
"This all stems from your error in judgment." Abraham was expressionless.
Samael narrowed his eyes: "Do you think I'm shifting responsibility?"
Abraham didn't respond directly but said:
"Memorial Day is indeed a good opportunity, but with past lessons, the Church couldn't have failed to take precautions."
"Lucifer and Belial are not here; relying solely on Sila is obviously insufficient high-end combat power."
Samael snorted coldly: "Are we bad?"
Abraham pushed his glasses: "I am not good at fighting."
"Although you received the 'Pouring,' your current strength is far from enough; otherwise, Lucifer wouldn't have said you 'still need to settle'."
"It is already very lucky that we can get these clergy members now."
Samael turned his head upon hearing this.
"Tch, self-righteous guy."
Then, that young face appeared in his mind again: "Human priest, I remember you."
Then Abraham spoke again: "How is the preparation for the surgery?"
The production of the "Skull of Despair" required the brains of clergy members to be most active, so they couldn't take all these people away.
And once the head was polluted during the surgery, everything before would be in vain.
"Hmph, don't worry."
Confidence revealed in Samael's eyes.
"Although we stumbled in the venue this time, the backup plans prepared in advance are very sufficient."
To prevent situations like this moment, he prepared more than a dozen emergency measures.
Ensuring they could complete the surgery quickly in the passage.
Samael pointed to a corner not far away.
"The evil statue is in that position."
A moment later, the two turned the corner.
Then Samael's eyes widened.
"What... is this?"
He looked at the wide-open door and the paper pasted at the door.
"The evil statue is inside." Abraham read the text on it.
"These guys are really cautious; they even found this hiding spot."
There was anger in Samael's tone.
Repeated failures made him lose face in front of his companion.
This was undoubtedly very dangerous.
The Wings of Vengeance would not keep useless people.
"Go check the next stronghold."
Samael turned his head and said.
As an organization that harmed people all year round, they understood this feeling of being targeted too well; the vicinity of the evil statue must be full of traps!
So, the two ran through the peripheral floors next.
"Damn guy!"
A moment later, Samael's roar resounded through the passage.
Every backup plan he had set up earlier was actually discovered just like the evil statue at the beginning.
Samael immediately thought of that face; only that person would do this.
"Time is running out," Abraham reminded.
"I know."
Samael's gaze was fierce.
"I don't believe that guy can set traps at all the strongholds."
He released dark green liquid to cover his body surface, then proactively walked to a door.
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