A priest in North America, what the hell is the Demon Gate system?

The hum of the Holy Judgment echoed through the night sky.

"Pfft."

Wang Changming looked down at his chest, where a small patch of pale golden light was spreading outwards from his heart.

A look of confusion crossed his face, as if he couldn't understand why this was happening.

Then Wang Changming's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Ugh—!!!"

Almost at the same moment, Brian let out a piercing scream!

His enormous, demonized body began to convulse violently, then exploded into pieces with a deafening roar.

The fragments fell to the ground and quickly turned into black smoke and dissipated.

"No...no..." Li Ang struggled to prop himself up on one side, his mind racing.

Regardless of what exactly happened to Nia, the Holy Judgment's bullets are only effective against spirits, as clearly stated in the system.

But Wang Changming was someone I had scanned with my divine sense from the very beginning; he was clearly a living person, with a heartbeat and breathing.

Why did Nia shoot him? Why did Brian react when he was shot?

"Oh, right, right!" A flash of inspiration struck Li Ang, as if he had suddenly figured something out.

Just then, Wang Changming, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head.

A strange smile appeared on the face of that honest, unassuming farmer.

"I never expected..." Wang Changming began, and surprisingly, his English was perfectly standard, without any stuttering or hesitation.

"Even in this little puddle, I managed to run into someone who could see right through my disguise..."

He reached out and patted the golden light on his chest. The light trembled and then slowly dissipated.

"Never mind, I've worn this outfit long enough, it's time to change..."

The moment he finished speaking, his entire body shattered into countless blood-red specks of light, like broken glass!

The points of light rapidly converged and condensed in the air, reshaping themselves...

A human-shaped silhouette, about two meters tall, gradually became clear.

She wore a dark red dress reminiscent of 19th-century European aristocracy, with a fitted cut and an intricately lace neckline.

His skin was sickly pale, his fingers were long and slender, and his nails were jet black.

The strangest thing is its face, which has no features and is as smooth as a boiled egg.

"Let me introduce myself." The faceless man bowed slightly.

"My name is Dantaling, but of course, this is only a very small piece of myself."

Its voice is pleasant and neutral, making it impossible to tell if it's male or female.

Li Ang stared at the face without features, his mind racing.

"But Lin...that sounds familiar, I think I saw it in some information recently...it's...Holy crap!!"

Li Ang suddenly realized something and looked up at the faceless man.

"Isn't that one of Solomon's seventy-two demons in the password?!"

The remnant soul of an extraterrestrial demon... So you're this level of extraterrestrial demon? Haha, you should have said so earlier, I would have surrendered.

But jokes aside, Li Ang had no intention of joking with this guy.

"You're quite good at picking hosts, aren't you? You even fooled me."

Li Ang coughed, spitting out the blood in his mouth, and forced a confident smile.

"You flatter me."

But Lin's voice seemed to carry a hint of laughter, even though his face was completely expressionless.

"Playing roles is one of my hobbies. Being a foreman is quite interesting. Watching these people fight for a few coins and scheme against each other to survive... it's much more interesting than a play."

As it spoke, it turned towards Nia's direction.

Nia remained in the gun-raising posture, the golden cross in her right eye still shining brightly.

"But you, little girl."

But Lin tilted his head and made a thinking gesture with his hands.

"Your scent... is very peculiar. It's not that of an ordinary exorcist, nor is it that of those rigid paladins of the Vatican... This pure aura of light reminds me of some unpleasant memories."

Nia did not answer.

She casually tossed the Holy Judgment to Li Ang, crossed her hands in front of her chest, and assumed a praying posture.

"In the name of the Father...be a witness to the evil in the world."

She spoke, her voice no longer the soft, gentle tone it usually had, but instead utterly calm and sacred.

The air behind Nia began to distort, and countless tiny points of light emerged from the night sky, as if drawn by an invisible force, surging toward Nia's back.

The points of light gradually outlined a huge cross.

The cross, over three meters tall, hovered silently behind Nia, emitting a soft white light.

"Oh? A call from the Holy Spirit?" But Lin rubbed his chin, looking somewhat appreciative.

Nia kept her eyes closed, her hands in a prayer position.

But the cross behind her began to change; more light burst forth from the center of the cross, and that light intertwined in the air to form the shape of wings.

A pair of pure white wings, made entirely of light, with each feather clearly visible, gently unfurled in the night sky.

Then there's the armor, a very classic style of breastplate, shoulder guards, and skirt armor, also made of light, with a surface that shimmers like liquid metal.

Finally, a perfect but expressionless female face slowly materialized, with eyes closed and long hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall.

When the angel was fully formed, the entire railway construction site was illuminated as if it were daytime.

"So it was an angel's blessing...no wonder you saw through my disguise. But little girl, aren't you underestimating me?"

But Lin's voice was completely calm. He raised his right hand and lightly drew a line in the air with his pale fingers.

Five dark red cracks appeared in the air as it moved, as if space itself had been torn open.

"Even if I'm just a fragment now, even if this borrowed power of yours does indeed counter me..."

But Lin's voice was full of a superior feeling.

"But a blessing of the will is ultimately just a blessing; you are not an angel incarnate, and I am not a little devil by the roadside—"

Its words came to an abrupt end.

Because two more pairs of wings suddenly spread out from the back of the angel behind Nia, the six-winged light wings made the already bright construction site seem as bright as noon.

At the same time, she opened her eyes.

Those were eyes made entirely of golden light, without pupils, only pure light.

But when she looked at Dantalin, the entire space seemed to freeze.

"This...is not right...!!"

But for the first time, an emotion appeared in Lin's voice: shock.

"You are...Michael!? How is that possible! How could a mortal bear such a burden—"

It didn't finish speaking.

The angel raised his hand.

It simply opened its five fingers toward Dantaling and then gently clenched them.

But the space around Lin was like a Coke can being compressed in a vacuum, beginning to collapse inward!

"Michael!!" But Danlin left behind only these last words before vanishing from the world in an instant.

Li Ang was stunned and couldn't help but swallow hard.

"My god... Is this the power of angels? I feel like I'm at the Nascent Soul stage, it's terrifying..."

Just then, Nia turned her head and glanced at Li Ang.

It was a gaze devoid of any emotion, like a human looking at roadside flowers and grass.

Li Ang felt uneasy under that gaze, but to be honest, given the opponent's strength, even if he were possessed by Han Paopao, he wouldn't be able to escape.

"You... are a heretic too."

Nia spoke calmly, and Li Ang felt a rush of heat to his forehead and sweat involuntarily streamed down his face.

"Holy crap... no way, Angel Sister, we only practiced some demonic arts and looked at my leg, it's not like we'd commit homicide, is it?"

Li Ang's heart leaped into his throat, his hand unconsciously tightening around the Holy Judgment, while the final Blood Fiend Finger quietly coalesced at his fingertips.

"But I promised her I wouldn't hurt you..."

After Nia finished speaking, the angel behind her slowly dissipated, and all the light surged back to the cross like a receding tide. The cross itself gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.

As the last ray of light disappeared, Nia swayed and fell straight backward.

"Nia!"

Upon seeing this, Li Ang immediately stopped his cultivation technique and rushed forward to catch the girl who was about to fall to the ground.