Chapter 73: Submission
Vincent estimated the distance, then suddenly launched an attack.
He stretched out his palm, aiming straight at William's neck.
In his plan, he would pinch the priest's vital point within a second to prevent the latter from chanting the holy words.
But the moment Vincent mobilized his muscle strength, William had already noticed.
After thinking for a moment, William chose to stand still.
Watching the other party grabbing at him, he seemed to have "not reacted yet."
Vincent grinned ferociously, no longer hiding his killing intent.
But in the next moment.
Bang!
His hand seemed to be blocked by something.
Suspicion appeared in his eyes.
And at this time, the priest in front of him seemed to "just react."
Vincent narrowed his eyes, temporarily throwing this doubt to the back of his mind.
Then he attacked multiple times within two seconds.
The strength and speed he displayed were not human-like at all.
Accompanied by a series of dense impact sounds.
Vincent frowned tightly.
The emotions in his eyes changed from suspicion to incomprehension, and finally to shock.
His attacks were all blocked!
How is this possible!
Vincent's eyes flickered, constantly recalling what happened just now.
But he had been staring at the priest, confirming that the other party didn't make any defensive moves.
Vincent gritted his teeth, clenched his fist again, and smashed fiercely at the priest's head.
Bang!
This time he finally saw clearly; his attack landed on an invisible barrier.
"What is... this?"
Vincent stopped attacking; he had already realized something was wrong.
"A cage."
The person opposite answered him.
Vincent looked up and saw that the immaturity in the priest's eyes was gone.
Replaced by—calmness and steadiness.
"Who exactly are you?"
Vincent stared at the opposite side, but his feet retreated slowly.
"That's not important, Mr. Vincent."
William smiled slightly.
"What's important is... you and your brother are both in my hands."
Vincent snorted coldly upon hearing this and retreated quickly.
He planned to distance himself from the priest first and then consider countermeasures.
But during the retreat, he met the priest's calm eyes, and his heart sank instantly.
In the next moment, the collision sound rang out again.
Vincent only felt like hitting a hard wall, and his whole back seemed about to fall apart.
Now he was really a little panicked.
A series of noises broke the silence of the town.
Vincent no longer hid his strength, using all means to try to leave this area.
But in the end, he failed.
Huff... puff...
A drop of hot sweat flowed down his forehead.
Vincent didn't care to wipe it, but leaned against one end of the "barrier," trying to stay as far away from the priest as possible.
At this time, the trio hiding aside looked at the back figure at the gas station with disbelief.
Carly and Wade thought they were dreaming.
They pinched each other.
Even feeling the pain, they still couldn't believe the scene before them.
"Is this... a superhero?" Wade muttered.
Sadie also swallowed hard.
She only saw some of Vincent's moves just now.
The other party's strength was obviously not weak, at least comparable to an experienced old demon hunter.
But William opposite was even harder to understand.
The latter clearly did nothing, but Vincent was helpless against him.
"Could it be because of the holy artifact?"
Thinking of this, Sadie took out a crucifix from the cleavage of her chest.
This was given by William just now; Carly and Wade beside her also had one.
William instructed them to wear it carefully when looking for Sasha later.
At this time, Sadie observed the crucifix again with [Dark Vision].
She could feel a pure power from it.
Different from "malice," this power made Sadie feel very reassured.
"Interrogation begins!"
While lost in thought, a voice suddenly interrupted her.
This was the code agreed upon by the group earlier—when William said this sentence, they would set off to find people.
"It's our turn to act."
Although Sadie was extremely curious inside, she still woke up the two dazed people beside her.
So the three quietly approached the housing area.
"For so many years, you only kidnapped young men and women. What is the purpose?"
"Where are these kidnapped people hidden?"
"Confess honestly, or your brother will suffer."
Facing the priest's interrogation, Vincent actually grinned and laughed.
William narrowed his eyes upon seeing this.
"Are you really a priest?"
Vincent's eyes were full of suspicion.
"You look a bit like us."
William exerted force with his hand, and a tooth fell to the ground.
Lester immediately let out a painful scream.
"Wrong answer."
Seeing this, Vincent gritted his teeth but didn't make a sound.
William raised an eyebrow and pulled Lester up.
"It seems that the relationship between you brothers is not as 'blood is thicker than water' as you said."
There was irony in his tone.
Seeing this, Lester cursed: "Vincent, you coward, you can't even beat a priest!"
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Vincent's eyes, but disappeared in the next second.
"Alright, alright."
William stuffed the cloth into Lester's mouth again.
"It seems you are not important to Mr. Vincent."
At this moment, William was somewhat glad. At first, he indeed planned to threaten the other party with Lester.
Fortunately, he abandoned this plan in the end.
Now that this trick didn't work, William didn't stall for time anymore.
He immediately took out the Exorcism Bible.
On the other side, Vincent was indeed not anxious.
Although he was trapped at this time, this priest obviously couldn't do anything to him.
Plus Azazel would arrive in Ambrose soon.
At that time, he could use the other party's hand to get rid of this priest.
Although this would let that man see his "ugly state."
But there was no other way.
Vincent calmed down a little.
But in the next second, he had a bad premonition.
He looked up and saw that the priest seemed to be planning to do something.
"Ritual Exorcism!?"
Vincent recognized it quickly.
"This is a high-level cleric's method! But this person looks obviously ordinary." He still held a fluke in his mind, thinking secretly.
But the pure power that followed completely shattered Vincent's illusion.
Just before the Holy Light smashed at him.
Vincent gave up.
"I'll talk!"
He knelt on the ground.
Although Vincent had some special means—this was a life-saving item granted by Azazel back then.
But he didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
William raised an eyebrow and stopped his hand movements.
A moment later, William understood what happened.
"Another cult planning to start a turmoil."
He rubbed his chin, remembering the exhibition incident.
So he planned to tell St. Jehovah Church about this news after returning.
"Now, can you let me go?" Vincent spoke suddenly.
William turned his head with an expression of "are you kidding me."
"What does this mean!" Vincent frowned.
"When you tortured those innocent people, did you think about letting them go?"
William asked back.
"Besides, which sentence I just said gave you the illusion that 'I will let you go'?"
"You!"
Vincent clenched his fists.
He recalled just now; this priest indeed never said such words.
"I curse you!" Vincent's voice was hoarse.
"My Lord will protect me." William retorted immediately.
After exchanging a few trash talks, William officially started the exorcism.
Seeing no way out, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Vincent's eyes.
He knelt "painfully" on the ground, clutching his heart tightly, looking unable to resist.
But in fact, Vincent was frantically mobilizing the power in his body.
He abandoned part of his flesh and blood, piling it under his skin.
"Ritual exorcism consumes Holy Power extremely. As long as I survive one round, then fake death to escape..."
Vincent planned inwardly.
Soon, piercing pain came from the surface of his body, and "Vincent's" body shrank a lot.
He fell to the ground "weakly."
"Now, just wait for this priest to leave..." Vincent relaxed his mind.
But what greeted him next was the second round of exorcism mantras.
What!
Vincent almost jumped up.
"Does this guy have a death wish!"
For a cleric, overdrawing Holy Power was extremely dangerous.
"Damn it!"
Vincent understood he had miscalculated.
But he had already paid a considerable price.
Either continue to play dead until the end, or really die unjustly.
"I'll remember you!" Vincent resented inwardly.
He abandoned part of his flesh and blood again and lay obediently on the ground.
But next, what worried him most happened.
This damn priest still didn't intend to stop!
Exorcism scriptures, holy water, crucifixes...
The other party seemed to have taken out all his belongings, and Vincent even felt the aura of some high-level holy artifacts.
Is this right?
He really wanted to get up and question the other party.
Is it necessary?
He, Vincent, was just a small member of the organization.
Although he planned to work hard to move up recently, nothing had been decided yet!
Is it necessary for you to use such good things against me?
Does your heart not ache??
Vincent completely freaked out.
But he had no way back long ago; the sunk cost made the choice for him.
Just like this.
Vincent was like a weak boat, teetering in William's wave-like Holy Power.
At this time, his whole body had turned into a pool of blood mud, only a meat ball still existed in the heart area.
This item had an extraordinary origin and was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
It was exactly the "power" given to him by Azazel.
Relying on this thing, Vincent could retain his last consciousness.
But unexpectedly, this damn priest discovered even this!
Another bottle of 20-year-old holy water poured down.
This meat ball also melted completely.
At the last moment of consciousness, Vincent cursed William viciously.
He never mentioned anything about Azazel; the other party would definitely avenge him.
After repeatedly confirming that the pile of stuff on the ground no longer had an evil aura, William took back all the holy artifacts.
Then he walked to Lester, who had fallen into great grief at this time.
But William wouldn't pity him.
He accurately dislocated all of Lester's joints.
Then he tied the other party firmly to a pillar, planning to hand him over to St. Jehovah when he went back.
Maybe he could dig out some cult clues.
As for why not bring Vincent or Bo?
Of course, because neither of these two were ordinary humans, and accidents were too easy to happen on the way.
After settling these, William walked toward the wax museum.
Just now Vincent had confessed the hiding place.
And there was still a "Bo" in the town; William had to go support Sadie and the others.
Beside a highway far from Ambrose.
A figure in a black robe and hood was shuttling through the dense forest.
Suddenly, he stopped and stood on the canopy of a tree.
"Actually eliminated?"
Azazel's tone was a bit surprised.
"What happened in Ambrose."
He sensed that one of the powers he controlled had disappeared.
"So useless."
Azazel took out a black cross, then chanted obscure spells.
A moment later, he put away the things.
At the same time, he left at a speed several times faster than before.
Ambrose Town.
Shortly after William left, the ground of the gas station suddenly twisted violently.
Then a meat bud rose from underground.
After opening, it revealed a man's head, exactly the previously "dead" Vincent.
Half of his face was connected to the meat bud.
"The main body actually died..."
Seeing the scene before him, surprise appeared in Vincent's eyes.
But soon, he stuck his head out of the meat bud.
Below his neck, there was no body, only a long, thin strip of meat.
In the next second.
Vincent pounced on the pool of blood water, swallowing it along with the ground.
Sizzle... hiss...
Vincent looked painful.
The residual holy water in the blood melted most of his body.
But soon, a black force emerged from the meat bud, stabilizing his body again.
"Phew... that was close."
Vincent was sweating profusely.
He turned his head, and his brother Lester was looking at him in horror.
Vincent grinned ferociously and wriggled toward his brother.
"Ahhh."
A scream rang out on the street, but soon returned to silence.
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