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

After settling Ellie in, Li Ang slapped the remaining mural talisman onto the wall.

The wooden wall rippled like water. He stepped out, and the night wind was colder than before. There was a damp, earthy smell in the air. A downpour was coming.

"Roar..." Another beastly roar came from afar, the voice deep and hoarse.

He moved along the shadows behind the house, his breath-concealing technique activating naturally, his breathing so light it was almost inaudible.

The Amish community was deathly silent; the houses that had been lit by a few kerosene lamps were now completely dark.

Li Ang stopped behind the oak tree, his divine sense spreading outwards like an invisible spider web.

Everyone in the room was awake; he could feel the bodies curled up on the bed, their muscles taut, their breathing suppressed.

A child appeared to be crying, but the sound was immediately muffled.

Remembering Ellie's words, Li Ang looked up at the north side of the community. That afternoon, when Serio had taken him on a tour, they had passed through that livestock pen area. If there really was a monster, he would probably go there.

Li Ang moved along the shadows of the field ridges and fences. After his physique improved to four points, this level of stealth was almost effortless, and his footsteps left no decent footprints on the soft soil.

Five minutes later, the outline of the livestock shed came into view, and surprisingly, there were bright kerosene lamps hanging there.

It was a series of wooden sheds connected together, their exterior walls painted white, appearing pale in the moonlight. The sheds were large enough to hold dozens of livestock, but they were unusually quiet at the moment.

Li Ang squatted down behind a pile of hay twenty meters away from the livestock shed and probed forward with his divine sense. The shed was already empty.

All the livestock that should have been inside were gone. The wooden door to the sheepfold was ajar, the bolt was broken, and there were charred marks at the break, as if it had been corroded by something.

Li Ang frowned, about to scan carefully, when the storage ring suddenly emitted a familiar response.

Almost simultaneously, Li Ang took out Father Andrew's notebook.

"Child... there is the scent of Abyss Hounds near you."

"They are the minions of the devil, who specialize in collecting offerings; be careful."

Li Ang's notes stopped abruptly there as he stared in the direction of the livestock shed, lost in thought.

"It seems that the situation here is indeed related to the abyss. Hopefully, it won't cause some demon god to descend upon the world again."

Just then, a faint noise came from the side of the livestock shed.

A creature emerged from the shadows behind the barn, moving slowly, its four legs landing almost silently. It was larger than the largest Caucasian Shepherd Dog, standing at least 1.2 meters tall at the shoulder, and covered in dark purple skin.

The skin surface was covered with fine cracks, and a dark red glow emanated from the depths of the cracks, as if magma was flowing beneath.

Its head was long and narrow, and its mouth stretched almost to the base of its ears, revealing jet-black teeth that gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

The most bizarre thing is its eyes, which are actually a row of red eyeballs, like the portholes of a medieval warship.

It walked to the entrance of the barn, stopped, and sniffed the air as if searching for any remaining prey.

Li Ang immediately pushed his Breath Concealment Technique to its limit, and even his body temperature began to drop.

The hound turned its head from side to side, its eyes scanning the direction of the haystack, pausing for two seconds.

Suddenly, a figure rushed out from behind the haystack.

"Get out of my way, you monster!"

It's Seriol.

The boy gripped a long-handled pitchfork in both hands, his steps faltering from the force of his grip. His face was covered in sweat, and the back of his light-colored shirt was soaked, indicating that he had been hiding in the shadows for quite some time.

"I can't let you steal anymore!" Serio's voice trembled.

"Those are everyone's livestock for the winter! You—"

Ignoring everything else, the hound's massive body instantly transformed into a dark purple afterimage, darting along the ground and heading straight for Seror!

Before Serlior could even react, the hound had already rushed in front of him, its huge mouth wide open, its black teeth almost engulfing Serlior.

Amen.

"Thump—!"

A muffled thud exploded in the night.

A pale blue fist came down from above and struck the hound squarely in the center of its head! The hound's dark purple skin cracked instantly, and its head slammed downwards, its forequarters crashing into the mud.

Mud mixed with black liquid splashed up half a meter high.

The hound let out a pitiful howl and frantically kicked its limbs, trying to get up.

Serlior's voice trembled as he spoke.

"Lord...Lord..." His legs went weak, and he knelt down, his fingers trembling as he made the sign of the cross on his chest.

"I...I..."

Unable to continue speaking, tears streamed down her cheeks, she didn't know whether it was fear or ecstasy.

For no other reason than that at that moment, a tall incarnation of Jesus was floating in mid-air, flicking his arm to wipe away the black blood stuck to his hands.

Beneath the crown of thorns, a compassionate expression gazed upon the boy before him, the pale blue light radiating an incomparably strong aura of holiness.

At this moment, the hound twisted its hind body violently, pushed off the ground with its two hind legs, and forcefully pulled its head out of the mud, black liquid gushing out of its nostrils and ear canals.

Instead of fleeing, it opened its mouth, and a dark red light gathered from deep within its throat, causing the surrounding air to distort and heat up—

"Thump—!!!"

The second punch from the incarnation of Jesus has arrived.

This time it was a straight punch, aimed directly at that gaping maw, the fist piercing through the forming energy sphere! It shattered the obsidian-like teeth and smashed deep into the throat!!

"Pfft."

The energy ball disintegrated in mid-air, turning into a scorching wave of air that spread in all directions. The hay on the surface of the haystack instantly turned yellow, and white smoke rose from the muddy ground.

The hounds' howls abruptly ceased.

His entire body flew backward, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily against the wooden wall of the livestock shed.

The sound of breaking planks echoed repeatedly, and a large section of the side of the shed collapsed.

It fell to the ground, its limbs twitching, with a fist-sized penetrating wound in its throat, from which black liquid gushed out like a tap turned on.

Li Ang then emerged from behind the haystack.

He didn't even glance at Serlier kneeling on the ground. He raised his right index finger, and dark red energy wrapped and compressed around his fingertip, turning into a solidified, almost black, blood-red light.

"Blood Fiend Finger".

The crimson light flew from his hand, tracing a straight trajectory, precisely striking the hound's chest, exiting from the other end, and embedding itself in the mud behind it.

The hound's convulsions stopped.

The dark purple body began to disintegrate, like sand being blown away by the wind, turning into black dust from the extremities.

The dust drifted in the air, making a faint hissing sound, as if something was burning.

Three seconds later, only a small clump of black crystals remained on the spot.

The crystal is about the size of a thumb, an irregular polyhedron with a smooth surface and a faint flow of dark red liquid inside. It is very similar to the one in James's soul, but smaller and lighter in color.

Li Ang walked over, bent down, and picked up the crystal.

It felt cool to the touch, with a heat-absorbing texture, like holding a small piece of dry ice. He casually tossed it into his storage ring before turning to look at Sergio.

The boy was still kneeling on the ground, his eyes fixed on the avatar, then looking at Li Ang, his expression as if he were still dreaming.

"You...you are..." Serio's voice trembled, completely unable to believe what he was seeing.

"I am the messenger of the Lord," Li Ang interrupted him, his tone calm.

With a thought, his avatar outside his body transformed into a beam of white light and returned to his body.

Seror looked at the image of Jesus that had vanished into thin air, then at Leon, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He fell to the ground, his forehead touching the soil.

"Messenger... Messenger of the Lord... I... I have sinned..."

"Get up," Li Ang said.

Seror raised his head, trembling, his light blue eyes filled with tears and a kind of almost fanatical devotion.

"Don't tell anyone about tonight's events." Li Ang stared into his eyes.

"Understood, sir..."

"Very good." Li Ang patted him on the shoulder.

"Now, I have a few questions to ask you."