Hearing this, Father York didn't speak; he just silently took out a gun-like needle launcher from his backpack, which already had a tip attached.
He didn't hesitate, raising the needle launcher, aiming, and directly firing at Sarah, who was glaring aggressively from the bed, all in one swift motion.
Puff, an invisible fine needle pierced Sarah's shoulder.
"Hehehe!" Sarah tilted her head, looking at her shoulder with a sinister smile.
"Since when did the Father, a lapdog of God, start using such contraptions? Where's the cross?"
His words were full of mockery.
Father York maintained his polite smile, standing still, and removed the gun tip, replacing it with another.
Then... puff, he shot Sarah with another needle, and immediately followed up with a third, right before her arrogant gaze.
The first needle was a hallucinogen, the second was a drug that could induce instant unconsciousness, and the third was a drug that caused physical weakness.
According to his research, when a demon possesses someone, the original host retains a certain degree of consciousness. These three needles could create a chain reaction, protecting the host's consciousness and body from top to bottom.
"Hehehe!" Sarah scoffed dismissively.
But before she could gloat, the drugs began to take effect. Sarah, who had been holding her head up, suddenly slumped, as if her strength had left her.
"Damn Father, what did you do?" A roar came.
Sarah forced her eyes open, staring intensely at Father York. In that instant, it seemed to lose some control over the body.
Father York still didn't speak, slowly taking out a crucifix before walking forward.
"Roar!!!!"
Sarah sensed something was wrong and struggled like a dying beast. However, compared to before, she was powerless, like a small child; the bed didn't even shake, and no ripples were created.
Seeing this, Father York smiled. This was the power of science.
In exorcism movies he had watched in his previous life, possessed people always needed several strong men to forcibly hold them down before an exorcism ritual could be performed.
However, in his view as a Doctor of Medicine, the conditions available for a demon's first-stage possession were merely the host's own strength. As for the increase in strength, it simply meant the demon could utilize the host's body to its maximum, even at the cost of harming the host.
The hallucinogen could make the host's deep consciousness fall into the desired illusion, thereby preventing the evil spirit from controlling it. The unconsciousness and weakness drugs would allow the host's body to completely relax. Under these conditions, for the evil spirit to regain full control of the host, it would have to pay a certain price.
Coming from hell to the human world was not easy. In such circumstances, a demon using even one-third of its true power would be its limit.
"Haven't you heard my reputation in hell?"
Father York gently pressed the crucifix onto Sarah's forehead, completely at ease throughout.
This was a crucifix that had been constantly soaked in Holy water, blessed by that old man, God. Its effect was incredibly potent. He wasn't sure if God existed in this world, but since there were evil spirits and demons, God probably did exist.
"It shouldn't be, it really shouldn't. I've exorcised stronger and higher-level demons than you. They even thought about seeking revenge on me. Logically, my infamous reputation should have spread throughout hell."
"You haven't even heard of it? It seems you're just a small fry, aren't you?"
Father York asked this, but Sarah couldn't answer. A thick smoke had already begun to emanate from her forehead. It could only scream miserably; this was the scream from deep within Sarah's body.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
The scream was not human-like, but rather like the final cry of a wild beast, chilling to the bone.
At the same time, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose outside, making the windows rattle.
Mrs. Morsan and the other person instinctively huddled together, a hint of fear in their eyes.
Father York smiled calmly, directly increasing the output of his magic.
York
Race: Human
Profession: Father, Professor of Pharmacy, Doctor...
All-round Physique: 24/24 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)
Life: 93/93 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)
Spirit: 83/83 (Note: Average for ordinary people is 10)
Magic Power: 134/134 (Note: Recovers 1 point of magic power every minute)
Items: Basic Divine Robe, Defense 6, Durability: 6/10
...
With over a hundred points of magic power combined with the effect of the crucifix, Father York didn't know how immense its power was. In any case, he found exorcism increasingly easy, like drinking water. Demons that he used to find somewhat challenging were now not even worth mentioning.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Sarah's eyes and lips were tightly closed, like a sleeping princess, but a deep, hoarse scream emanated from within her body.
At the same time, a skeletal face, not unlike human skin and bones, suddenly appeared on her neck, as if trying to pierce through the skin and emerge into the human world.
"Damn Father! Tell me your name."
This was the evil spirit's final struggle, like a dying flicker.
Father York pressed his left hand against Sarah's neck, covering the skeletal face with his palm, and tilted his head, saying, "Why should I tell you? Get back to where you came from."
"Roar..."
The strong wind that had been blowing the doors, windows, and curtains instantly stopped, and everything returned to calm.
In that instant, the entire environment also became lively; the originally oppressive and empty space actually gained a little vitality.
At the same time, Sarah's face also changed. Her originally dark, deep eye sockets returned to normal, and the perpetually ferocious look on her face also became peaceful.
This was a very beautiful sleeping beauty; this is how she should look.
Ten magic power used
Exorcism: Rescue the girl from the demon's clutches (Task completed)
Reward: Points +5 have been issued
Mrs. Morsan seemed to notice: "Fa... Father York?"
Father York shook his slightly warm hand, took the crucifix from Sarah's forehead, made the sign of the cross to add to his gravitas, and said gently.
"Sarah is well now."
"Really?" Mrs. Morsan showed signs of tearing up again.
Father York nodded, looking at Sarah and smiling. "Sarah is still asleep due to the medication, but she should wake up tonight."
"Oh my God, my Sarah." Mrs. Morsan hurried over, took Sarah's hand, and caressed her face.
Looking at her sleeping, peaceful daughter, Mrs. Morsan's tears welled up in her eyes.
Mr. Sandy, however, was a bit more composed and didn't immediately rush to the bedside. He first sincerely thanked Father York.
"Thank you, Father York, thank you very much."
His eyes were already a little moist, clearly indicating that his heart was not as calm as his outward appearance suggested.
Father York shook his head, putting the crucifix back into his divine robe.
"Exorcism is my duty. Since the matter is resolved, I should leave now."
The church had regular tasks, and although the reward was only +0.5 points, one couldn't have too much of a good thing. Accumulating them daily would also amount to a terrifying number.
"If there are any other issues, you can call; there's no need to come in person."
Seeing him about to leave, the old man quickly took off the crucifix. "Father! Your crucifix!"
"No need to return it to me; this is a gift from the Lord to you all."
Father York smiled, picked up the backpack from the floor, and turned to leave.
Mrs. Morsan and her husband exchanged glances. First, with a gentle and loving touch, she caressed the sleeping Sarah, then she and her husband quickly followed Father York's footsteps.
She couldn't ignore the Father's help...