Chapter 79: Reunion
At this time, the entire town was peaceful.
The dense forest was also shrouded in a holy glow.
Any ordinary person standing here could feel the peace in their hearts.
But Azazel felt uncomfortable all over.
"The stench of the Church," he muttered.
As a person who walked in the dark all year round, blood, despair, and pain were his comfort zone.
Combined with the message received earlier and the current ugly state of Ambrose.
Azazel knew the three brothers had failed.
Thinking of this, he took out a meat ball from his pocket, which was still stained with pitch-black blood.
Azazel put the meat ball under his nose and sniffed hard.
Only after the thick bloody smell filled his nasal cavity did his face relax.
Immediately after, he smashed headfirst towards the town.
Bang.
A big pit was smashed into the asphalt road, and dust flew into the air immediately.
Azazel looked around and soon raised an eyebrow.
He came to the entrance of the dense forest and the town.
A wooden box was placed on the ground here, with a piece of paper pasted on the surface, reading—"Vincent's last words before death, I advise you not to open it."
After reading the words on it, Azazel narrowed his eyes.
This was a very simple psychological game.
The more others advise you not to do something, the more rebellious you feel.
Especially since Azazel was strong, and he wanted to figure out which force destroyed their plan. So, he opened the wooden box with a cold face.
In the next moment.
Splash. A column of water rushed towards his face.
"Petty tricks."
Azazel looked disdainful, with no intention of dodging at all.
And some black energy emerged before his eyes, quickly condensing into a barrier.
This was the source power from "Anger," which could only be destroyed by very few methods.
But unexpectedly.
The barrier disappeared instantly upon contact with the liquid, not even lasting a second.
Only then did Azazel realize something was wrong.
He retreated backward violently, but the liquid had already splashed on his left face one step ahead.
Sizzle... hiss...
A violent reaction.
Azazel only felt a piercing pain in his brain.
Ignoring other things, he hurriedly covered his left eye with his hand.
At the same time, a black energy gathered from all directions on his hand, isolating the spread of the liquid on his left face.
A large amount of white smoke rose.
Azazel was sweating profusely, not daring to relax at all in his heart.
He consumed a lot of energy to disperse those liquids.
At the same time, a whole piece of flesh was missing from his face, and even the white bone underneath could be seen.
Huff... puff...
Azazel panted heavily.
"Damn it, it's actually high-age holy water."
He didn't expect the other party to have holy artifacts of this quality.
"Parish? Exorcism Academy? Or the Vatican?"
Azazel guessed the identity of the enemy.
After all, holy water of this level was rare, and ordinary people were not qualified to access it at all.
After resting for a moment, he stood up again.
Immediately after, Azazel rushed towards Trudy's House of Wax.
Before long.
He took out a black mobile phone from his pocket and dialed a number quickly.
"Mammon, it's me."
"What happened? Your voice doesn't sound right." The voice on the other end said.
Azazel told the other party what happened in Ambrose.
"Oh? Him again?" Mammon said in surprise.
Azazel raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Have we fought with the other party? What is their identity?"
"Samael once met a cleric using high-level holy artifacts in Hawkins..."
"As for identity, the other party seemed very cautious and left no traces."
"However, clerics who can use holy artifacts of this level come from only those few places."
Azazel narrowed his eyes, not expecting so many things to happen during his stationing in Ambrose.
"The sacrifices for the 'Arm' part are not enough; that person destroyed the layout of the wax museum," he said calmly.
On the other end of the phone, Mammon chuckled lightly.
"In that case, it's our turn to perform. This gap will be filled by the Church."
"I understand." Azazel hung up the phone.
At the same time, sirens sounded in the dense forest, and many lights were approaching Ambrose in the distance.
Seeing this, Azazel gave up the plan to destroy the town and soon disappeared into the dense forest.
Earlier.
Near Gisele's wooden house.
As soon as William and the other two stepped into this place, Seymour's figure appeared under a big tree.
It stared at the former in shock, seemingly not expecting the other party to come back alive.
"You... is this!"
Seymour just wanted to ask, but saw the wax figure in William's hand.
It felt a familiar aura from it.
"My remains?" He asked uncertainly.
"That's right."
William said and tossed it casually; the wax figure flew towards Seymour.
"You guy! What if it breaks!"
Seymour looked panicked and hurriedly flew over to catch it steadily.
"You are dead anyway; if it really breaks, you can treat it as a puzzle to pass the time."
William said indifferently.
Seymour's mouth twitched, but he endured it; after all, the other party helped him find his remains.
"What is your request?" He looked at William, understanding that there is no free lunch in this world.
William smiled slightly and walked to Seymour.
"I can pray for your soul, allowing you to return to reincarnation."
"But before that, you have to repent for the innocent people who died in Ambrose."
Previously, when William recited the "Agnus Dei" for those dead spirits, he discovered it.
Although he could wash away the evil on those dead, they still retained deep resentment.
This came from hatred for the three Vincent brothers.
Of course, Seymour, who was forced to be an accomplice, couldn't escape responsibility either.
If left unchecked, perhaps after a while, Ambrose would become a gathering place for evil spirits.
And the solution was also very simple—just let the perpetrator pray sincerely and accept the hatred of those unjustly dead.
Anyway, Seymour was an evil spirit; this bit of negative emotion was just pain for a few months to him.
Hearing William's words, Seymour looked suspicious.
"Why help me? And why are you so sure I will agree?"
Based on Seymour's life experience, he thought the world was only black.
William shrugged.
"Giving you a chance to choose. You don't want Gisele to die alone in this dense forest, do you?"
"Pray for the dead spirits, and you can say goodbye to her personally."
Talking about his mother, Seymour's eyes showed contemplation.
Especially the last sentence, making it difficult for him to refuse.
Immediately after, William added: "Of course you can refuse. If so, I can only reluctantly purify you."
"You guy! Then why ask for my opinion!" Seymour gritted his teeth.
But in the end, he chose to agree; he didn't want his mother to wait any longer.
William nodded and took out the Bible from his bag.
Gisele's Wooden House.
Knock... knock...
A knock on the door sounded outside.
"Coming, my legs are a bit inconvenient; please wait a moment." Gisele shouted as loud as possible.
She got up slowly from the recliner and walked tremblingly to the door.
"Who is it?"
Gisele opened the door, and then her cloudy eyes widened instantly.
"Seymour! My child!"
She saw a boy standing at the door, a smile on his face, just like decades ago.
"Mom, I'm back."
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