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

Just as Li Ang was heading towards the granary, a red light suddenly shot up from the horizon.

The light rose from the direction of the old forest behind the barn, almost like a Protoss warp beam, shooting straight into the dark, soft clouds.

Immediately, a large number of red light particles, like pollen, were swept towards the entire Amish community by the gloomy gale. The moment Li Ang came into contact with the light particles, he activated the Blood Demon Qi Technique and directly dissolved them, but he could feel a bewitching attraction contained within them.

But the other Amish people didn't have that ability and were all hit by those light particles.

The red light lasted for about three or four seconds, then suddenly contracted downwards and disappeared completely.

Li Ang scanned the surrounding fields with his divine sense and discovered that something unusual had happened.

The Amish people who had been bending over to harvest their farm tools all stopped what they were doing. They stood up straight, their pitchforks and shovels hanging at their sides, their faces turned toward the old forest, with strange expressions on their faces.

An expression of extreme fanaticism!

The Amish people, usually quiet and reserved, rarely even making eye contact, were now muttering to themselves, and they were all reciting the same phrase:

"The Lord has responded... The Lord has responded..."

An Amish man carrying a pitchfork took the first step, as if being led by an invisible thread.

Then, everyone else followed suit, and soon, everyone in the field was carrying various tools and rushing towards the old forest.

"This group is possessed by evil spirits..." Li Ang was shocked. Suddenly, he felt a tremor under his feet, accompanied by a lot of rhythmic impact sounds.

Li Ang suddenly turned his head to look at the country road behind him, where dust billowed at the end.

A large number of horse-drawn carriages rolled along the gravel road.

The black carriages with steel rims and rubber tires are the means of transportation that the Amish people rely on for their livelihood.

Normally, these ponies that pull the cart are as docile as golden boats, but now they are like madmen, their hooves flying, foaming at their mouths and noses, pulling the cart forward at breakneck speed!

Of course, the driver's expression was just as enthusiastic as everyone else's, and he was shouting the same things.

"The Lord has responded... The Lord has responded...!!"

Some carriages also carried women and children, who were not spared either; even the young children clenched their fists.

All the carriages were heading in the same direction, towards the old woods behind the barn.

"Holy crap, it's a zombie apocalypse!"

Li Ang muttered a complaint and then quickly moved aside.

At the same time, he was already fully activating his breath-concealing technique, his heartbeat slowed down, and his breathing became lighter. A carriage whizzed past him, and the middle-aged man driving it stared straight ahead without glancing to the side.

Li Ang grabbed the back edge of the carriage and tumbled inside.

Soon, the outline of the forest came into view.

One carriage after another rushed into the edge of the woods and stopped at the edge of the clearing. Li Ang jumped out of the carriage and slipped behind a thick oak tree.

The open space was completely different from when he came last night.

The weeds and shrubs on the ground were completely cleared, revealing the dark brown soil.

A huge magic circle was drawn on the surface of the soil, much larger than the one used by Fernéus to summon the Earth Brothers, with a diameter of at least ten meters.

The lines of the magic circle were drawn with some kind of dark red pigment, which gleamed with an eerie blood-red light under the gloomy sky.

By this time, the area around the magic circle had been filled with people.

The Amish people formed a huge semicircle, layer upon layer, all with fanatical expressions, chanting incantations.

With pitchforks and shovels hanging at their sides, they resembled knights awaiting the arrival of a king.

Li Ang's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the center of the magic array.

There stood a cross, made of rough wood and painted red.

Li Ang's gaze sharpened; Ellie was currently tied up on it.

Her hands were bound with rough hemp rope, which was so tight that the skin on her wrists was chafed red.

On her shapely calves, the thick black stockings were now chafed raw by the rope due to her struggle, and the stretched nylon threads burst open like grass, revealing her fair skin.

Ellie's mouth was gagged with a white cloth, and she could only make muffled whimpering sounds. Her golden hair clung to her face with sweat, and her eyes were filled with terror.

Next to the cross, three lambs are kneeling.

It was a very small lamb, probably only two or three months old, with snow-white fur. It knelt quietly on the ground, neither bleating nor struggling.

Their eyes, like those of the people around them, gleamed with a faint red light.

At the edge of the magic circle stood three old men.

The one in the middle, Li Ang, recognized him; it was Jacob Baile!

He no longer had his usual serious and rigid expression, but rather an almost fanatical devotion, with an eerie red light flowing in his eyes.

He held a knife in his hand, which gleamed coldly despite the dark clouds.

It has a very old-fashioned design, with densely engraved patterns, the kind that American vintage stores would be willing to pay a high price for.

The other two elders stood on either side of him, also holding knives, their expressions fanatical.

Li Ang scanned the crowd and quickly spotted Serio.

The boy stood in the front row of the crowd, his expression as manic as everyone else's, muttering to himself.

"It really is a crowd control skill..."

Li Ang made a judgment in his mind: some deep force was directly influencing the will of these people.

Judging from the contents of Jacob's diary, this force has been infiltrating the community for a long time, enough to turn everyone into puppets that can be activated at any time.

Jacob raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The clouds hung low, almost touching the treetops, and a distant rumble of thunder rolled across the sky, making the leaves rustle.

"The time has come," Jacob said, his voice hoarse but loud.

He stepped forward, walked to the cross in the center of the magic circle, and pressed one of the lambs down with his hand.

The other two elders each walked toward a lamb, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if one person had split into three.

Jacob raised the knife high.

"Lord!" His voice trembled slightly.

Please accept our offering!

"Please grant this land abundance!"

"Please let our community continue!"

The surrounding crowd chanted along, their movements so synchronized it was as if they had rehearsed countless times.

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

Three knives fell simultaneously.

The blade sliced ​​across the sheep's throat, and blood gushed out.

The three lambs didn't even struggle before collapsing softly to the ground.

Their blood flowed into the lines of the magic circle, as if it were alive, spreading rapidly along those dark red lines.

A dark red light gradually emerged, seeping out from the lines and converging in the air to form a huge vortex.

Serlier's shoulders trembled involuntarily, and the air suddenly turned cold.

Soon, a crack appeared in the center of the vortex, and a hand reached out from the crack.

Long, pale, with neatly trimmed nails.

The hand grabbed the edge of the crack and gently pulled, and a figure emerged.

He is a young male.

He was wearing a long black robe made of a high-quality material that shimmered like silk in the red light.

Her hair was silver, very long, reaching her waist, with slightly curled ends.

Her face was very young, looking like she was only in her early twenties, with features that were almost too delicate, like an angel who had stepped out of a Renaissance oil painting.

But angels don't have red eyes...

After the man emerged, the gap closed, and he hovered half a meter above the magic circle.

The hem of the black robe fluttered gently in the still air, and the silver hair floated slowly as if in water.

He looked around and gave a faint smile.

"very good."

The voice was soft, carrying a condescending satisfaction, like a master praising an obedient dog.

"Jacob Byler." The man lowered his head and looked at the old man kneeling at the edge of the magic circle.

"You did a great job."

Jacob lay prostrate on the ground, his forehead pressed against the dirt, his shoulders trembling.

"Lord Bunyas..." His voice choked with emotion, filled with the ecstasy of finally gaining recognition.

"Thank you... thank you for coming..."

Bunyas slowly descended from the sky, the hem of his black robe sweeping across the surface of the magic circle. The dark red light seemed to be absorbed, quickly dimming away.

He walked toward the wooden stake.

Ellie struggled desperately, the rope digging into the flesh of her wrists, blood dripping from her fingers onto the ground.

She tried to scream, but the white cloth was too tight, and she could only let out a few muffled sobs.

Brunias stopped in front of her, reached out, and gently brushed her cheek with his pale fingers.

"A pure soul," he said softly, as if appreciating a fine work of art.

"It was filled with fear, despair, and... trust in my father."

He turned his head and looked at Jacob, who was still lying on the ground.

"You know what, Jacob? For us, even after tasting countless emotions, this soul that is a mixture of love and betrayal is the most delicious."

Jacob stiffened for a moment, but did not look up.

Bunias withdrew his hand and turned to face the crowd.

"I am Bunyas." His voice echoed across the open space.

"The messenger of the great demon god Bune, my master is the wielder of the power of abundance and decay."

He raised his hands, as if embracing everyone.

"You did a great job, even better than I expected, so I will keep my promise."

Cheers erupted from the crowd.

The controlled Amish people wore expressions of ecstasy; some began to weep, while others knelt down to pray.

"This land will become fertile again."

"Your livestock will no longer be sick, your children will return here, and your community will be more prosperous than ever before."

He paused, his red eyes sweeping over Jacob.

"Now, it's time to show your sincerity."

Jacob stood up upon hearing this.

He gripped the knife, still stained with sheep's blood, turned around, and walked toward the wooden stake.

As Ellie watched her father approach step by step, tears welled up in her beautiful eyes.

She stopped struggling and just stared at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, her lips moving silently beneath the burlap.

"dad..."

Jacob stopped in front of her.

His hand was trembling, and the tip of the knife was shaking as well.

"Ellie..."

"Forgive me, this is for the community."

"You'll understand."

He raised the knife, and Ellie closed her eyes, a drop of liquid sliding down her cheek.

However, it was not a tear, but a drop of rain.

"boom--!!"

With a thunderclap, the gloomy clouds tore open a huge hole in the middle, and the rain that had been accumulating for days poured down like a waterfall!

"Crack—!!"

At the same time, a red light suddenly exploded above the trees!

A burst of blood-red light blinded people, then transformed into a giant cross shape in the air!

From that outline, a figure slowly emerged.

Beneath the crown of thorns was a long, flowing hairstyle.

His compassionate yet dignified face was contrasted with the nail marks on his hands and feet.

And that powerful physique...

Jesus, incarnate, is depicted with outstretched arms in a downpour, hovering above an open space.

The avatar didn't speak; he simply lowered his eyes, looking at Bunyas in the center of the magic circle, at the knife still held in mid-air, and at the girl tied to the wooden stake.

"Clatter—"

Jacob's knife fell to the ground, and he didn't even know when it had slipped from his hand.

The controlled Amish people stared blankly upwards, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

Bunias's smile froze.

Then, steady footsteps sounded.

"Da-pa-da-da-da-da"

The leather shoes made a squelching sound as they stepped on the rain-soaked mud, a sound that everyone could clearly hear.

Li Ang stepped out, and the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

It wasn't because they wanted to give way, but because their bodies moved on their own, as if some force gently pushed them from behind, tearing a neat opening in the human wall.

Rainwater streamed down his face, tinged with blood, like melting flesh.

The Disguise Elixir dissolves in water; this was clearly stated from the beginning of the system.

The golden hair faded from the roots, revealing the original black underneath.

Facial features writhe, deform, and recombine in the rain, and fair skin is gradually replaced by the warm yellow of Asian features.

With each step he took, a layer of pretense on his face was peeled away.

By the time he walked from the back of the crowd to the edge of the magic circle, he had completely transformed back into that face.

A face with sharp angles, resembling Daniel Wu, the standard look for readers of Qidian.com.

The priest's uniform had somehow appeared on his body.

The black, suit-style priest's uniform, with its dazzlingly white Roman collar, was now soaked through by the rain, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his upright shoulder line.

The cross on his chest swayed slightly in the red light and the downpour, reflecting a cold light.

He stopped at the edge of the magic circle and gently moved his finger.

The torrential rain was instantly pushed aside by an invisible force above his head, as if a transparent umbrella had been placed over it.

Rainwater slid down the edge of that layer of power, forming a small puddle at his feet.

Li Ang raised his head.

His gaze passed over the magic circle, over the still-dazed Bunyas, over Jacob who was slumped on the ground, and finally landed on Ellie on the wooden stake.

The girl's eyes were wide open.

She didn't know what had happened, but she knew that the man who had spoken to her in the attic had come to save her.

Leon turned his gaze away and looked at Bunyas.

The silver-haired demon messenger was also staring at him, his red eyes no longer displaying the composure they had shown moments before.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Then Li Ang smiled.

"So you're here to make Amish great again, huh...?"

Li Ang spoke, his voice not loud, but every word pierced through the rain and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Don't make your brother Jesus laugh."