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

The giant shattered.

The back wall of the church was also broken.

Of course, Li Ang's heart also quietly broke.

The giant, as if it had been stabbed by Kamen Rider Black Rider, scattered and flew everywhere with a bang.

As for the dear Church of St. Michael.

The wall that had witnessed countless weddings and funerals had now completely collapsed, with bricks radiating outwards and dust billowing out like smoke bombs from a banana lane.

The shockwave from the explosion blasted forward through the wall and then upward as well.

The shockwave, like an invisible fist, blasted out from below and struck the iron crucifix behind the wall.

Then, a scene appeared that Li Ang would never forget for the rest of his life.

The cross with the image of Jesus' crucifix suddenly detached from its base and flew upwards like a javelin, crashing through the newly repaired roof with a loud bang.

The moonlight is beautiful.

Tonight, the Pennsylvania sky is clear and cloudless, with only a statue of Jesus carrying a cross dancing in the air. The moonlight shines on the metal surface, radiating a holy light, as if blessed by Jehovah himself.

The iron-cast Jesus, with outstretched arms and bowed head, slowly rotates in the night sky, as if performing some silent crucifixion ritual for the entire town.

Then Newton took over everything.

After all, a lump of iron weighing several hundred pounds couldn't just fly to heaven like that, so Jesus began to fall at high speed.

Li Ang's gaze followed its descent.

The image of suffering spun and accelerated, casting a blurry gray shadow in the moonlight.

Then a dull thud, accompanied by the sound of metal tearing and glass shattering, came from the front yard.

Suffering was like a javelin thrown by God, piercing the roof of Daphne Ford's van.

Jesus' feet and part of his lower legs went directly into the steel roof of the car, and the whole statue stood at an angle of about eighty degrees on the roof.

A gruesome hole was punched in the roof, the windshield was shattered in a spiderweb pattern, and the side windows were also damaged. The statue of the victim was inserted right between the driver's and passenger's seats, and its cast iron body had completely messed up the interior of the car.

Jesus himself had no objections and peacefully suffered his suffering amidst the car alarm.

Gnom and Druids crawled out of the haystack and ran to Leon's feet, following his gaze toward the front yard. Although they couldn't see anything through the church, they had heard the car alarm and the thud from the collision.

"Big brother..." Gnom's voice was a little weak.

Li Ang didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand and covered his face.

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"Brother! This matter arose because of our poor handling, we—" Gnom suddenly straightened his chest, a resolute expression on his stone face.

"...Get lost." Li Ang didn't look up.

"Hey! Yes, ma'am!" The two elves were as if granted a pardon, and in a flash of light, they disappeared into the shadows.

The backyard returned to quiet.

He walked to the collapsed back wall of the church and peered into the hall. The dust had not yet settled, but he could see a mess of tiles, broken wood, bricks, and the lonely communion altar.

"Pfft~"

A soft laugh came from the side.

Li Ang turned his head and saw that Ferné had come out at some point and was leaning against the half of the back wall that had not yet collapsed. His silver hair was swaying gently in the night wind, and his red eyes were full of suppressed laughter.

"Awesome!"

Fennes clapped his hands gracefully, but the mockery on his face was impossible to hide.

"That was amazing, Father. You summoned spirits to repair the church, but they ended up blowing it up. I never thought I would see the Son of Jehovah flying in the sky."

Li Ang looked at her: "Did you already know this would happen?"

"Me?" Ferné tilted his head, twirling his fingers around the ends of his hair.

"I already reminded you. As a responsible demon god, I have fulfilled my obligation to inform you."

She took a few steps forward, her high heels clicking crisply on the broken bricks.

The moonlight shone on her fair face, and that haughty expression returned. Although Li Ang's mark was still branded on her inner thigh, she seemed to have regained some of the dignity she had as the Marquis of the Abyss.

"Our relationship is one of absolute obedience, Father." Fernéus walked to the altar and crossed his arms.

"If you ask me, I'll answer. But if you don't ask... I'm not obligated to tell you everything I know in detail, like I'm giving a work report, am I?"

She slightly raised her chin: "After all, a certain degree of unexpected events can make life more interesting, can't it?"

Li Ang stared at her for three seconds, then smiled.

It wasn't his usual gentle smile, but a kind of smile that sent chills down Furneus's spine.

"Interesting. You're right. Life needs a little surprise." Li Ang nodded.

He raised his right hand, revealing the silver ring on his index finger; the six-pointed star gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"I also think that our master-servant relationship may need a little more deepening."

Furneus's smile froze.

"What...what do you want to do?" She subconsciously took a half step back.

"I didn't do this! I've already obeyed completely! You—"

"The third function, painful punishment, I haven't tried it yet," Li Ang interrupted her, quietly looking at the ring.

Furneus's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Wait! Li Ang! Let's talk this out—ahhh—!!!"

Before she could finish speaking, Li Ang, with a mere thought, issued a simple command through the ring: punishment.

The girl felt a flame spread from the brand on her thigh all over her body! Like beef being roasted at high temperature!

"Pressing down...!!!!"

The silver-haired girl let out a series of screams. Her body arched violently, and she gripped her chest tightly with both hands. Her fingernails even tore through the fabric of her clothes. Her bright red eyes widened instantly, and her pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints.

But this was just the beginning; the intensity of the punishment rapidly increased under Li Ang's will.

Fennes' legs buckled, and he fell backward, landing squarely on the altar where he usually shared communion.

She collapsed onto the altar, her body convulsing uncontrollably. Her high heels had long since been kicked off in the struggle, and her feet, clad in white stockings, kicked wildly in the air, her toes spreading out inside the stockings as if to greet her.

"Stop...stop...please..." Fenneus's tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

"I was wrong... I was really wrong... I shouldn't have laughed at you... Please forgive me..."

Li Ang slowly walked to the edge of the altar and looked down at her.

"Now you know who the kings and queens are?"

"I...I know...you are the king...you are...my king..." Fernéus gasped for breath, his arms flailing wildly as if trying to grab something, but he only managed to grasp the edge of the altar.

Li Ang did not stop; he observed the effects of the punishment of the precept mark with great interest.

Fennes's sweat had soaked through her silver-white dress, causing the fabric to cling tightly to her body and accentuate her curves.

But gradually, Li Ang sensed something was wrong.

At first, Fennes was indeed crying out in pain, but as time went on, her moans began to change.

"Hmm... Ah... No... No... It's so itchy... What's going on..." Her body gradually changed from trembling to writhing.

Her voice became sticky and slightly nasal.

Fennes' face grew increasingly red, not from the congestion caused by pain, but from a blush that hinted at lust.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes began to glaze over, and she looked at Li Ang with a dazed expression.

"It's so hot...I'm so hot..." she called out to Li Ang unconsciously, one hand clutching her collar, the other reaching towards Li Ang.

"Help me... I feel so bad..."

Li Ang's heart skipped a beat.

This scene... seems familiar?

He suddenly turned his head, his consciousness spreading out like a net towards the vegetable garden in the backyard.

Then he saw the lustful plant growing in the shadows of the corner. It had clearly had two tender buds that afternoon, but somehow, it had silently grown to about a foot tall.

At its top, a pink flower the size of a thumb bloomed, slightly open, facing the direction of the church hall.

A faint, sweet pink mist wafted from the flower's heart, carried by the night breeze, drifting through the holes in the wall and into the hall, enveloping the two of them.

"Not again!?" Li Ang instantly withdrew his divine sense, but it was too late.

As if suddenly gaining strength, Fenneus, who was lying on the altar, grabbed Leon's wrist with a force that was not that of a weak demon god who had just been punished.

"Father..." she gasped, her eyes almost overflowing with tears, and she wrapped her other arm around Li Ang's neck.

Her body pressed against his, her silver hair brushing against Li Ang's face, carrying warm sweat and the scent of dates.

Leon tried to pull away, but Ferné held on tightly.

"Fennes, wake up!" Li Ang hissed.

But the demon girl just looked at him with rapture, and then... her warm lips pressed against his neck.

Sticky, accompanied by rapid breathing.

"Your body... feels so cool... so comfortable..." she murmured indistinctly, like a little dog chasing ice cubes in summer.

Moonlight streamed through a hole in the roof, falling directly on the sacred altar, enveloping the two like a light veil.

Li Ang sighed softly.

"...What's going on here?"