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

The rain poured down like a waterfall, splashing mud and water, and everyone stared at the image of Jesus overhead as if frozen in place.

Just then, Jesus in the air spoke:

"Nazareth, King of the Jews, Lamb of God, Light of the world, Emmanuel... These are the identities and holy names I have borne in the Incarnation... Each one more mysterious and holy than the last."

My name is—Jesus!

Savior of mankind, only begotten Son of the eternal God... Since I dwelt among men, grace and truth have continually been revealed through me. The depth of my holy love and the breadth of my salvation can only be compared to the Father who sent me! Compare? Humph, now my redemption has paid off all the sins of this world since Adam, and even death has been trampled under my feet!

To ensure that all who believe in me will not perish but have eternal life, I will spare no effort to accomplish what the Father has entrusted to me! Besides calling sinners to repentance, restoring sight to the blind, enabling the lame to walk, and freeing the captives, all who are willing to take up their cross and follow me will also have life, and have it to the full. If anyone resists, even if he is a disciple whom I myself have called from among the tax collectors, I will let him go, for this is my way...my path...

...Perhaps some people don't agree with me. But when I fed five thousand people with five loaves and two fish, when the storm subsided with my rebuke, when Lazarus emerged from his grave on the fourth day because of my word and saw that I am the Christ, the Son of the eternal God, how could I be wrong? ...No...Even if I sweated like drops of blood in the Garden of Gethsemane, was betrayed by Judas with a kiss as a signal, handed over to soldiers by Pilate, and was nailed to the cross, with a spear piercing my side, as long as the prophecies in the scriptures are fulfilled—that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life—how could I possibly be wrong?!

...Even if it's wrong, in the end it will only be the world's fault...the fault of stubbornly refusing to repent...for God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. If anyone does not believe, he already stands condemned, because he has not believed in the name of God's one and only Son. Therefore, all people who do not want to die...who do not wish to perish forever, must believe in me, love me, follow me, and worship me! Receive me, the bread of life, drink the living water I give, and those who believe in me will never thirst. I, I, I, the Son of God, the only Savior of the world, I, Jesus Christ!!"

The powerful speech resonated throughout the hall.

Bunias tilted his head back, his blood-red eyes reflecting the pale body, the muscles, the compassionate expression, and the lowered eyes that seemed to see right through everyone.

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..." His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, rain streamed down his silver hair, and his black robe clung to his body.

"How could the Son of Jehovah appear in this fertile land of demons..."

Li Ang stood at the edge of the magic circle, looking at Bunyas's godlike expression, and sneered.

"Oh, oh, oh, now that you've seen Jesus, why don't you worship him?"

Buenas was panting heavily, not much different from how Fennes had acted back then; his body was limp, and he was almost kneeling on the ground.

The controlled Amish people in the open space looked up and remained silent, staring at Jesus' body.

"Liar~"

Suddenly, something unexpected happened: a charming female voice came from the crowd.

Li Ang's gaze swept over subconsciously, but before he could see clearly, an extremely faint purple energy, almost blending into the rain curtain, emerged from the gaps in the crowd, like an invisible snake, and bit directly into Bunyas's neck!

Bunyas's body jolted violently.

His eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he felt as if he had been slapped on the back of the head. He staggered forward and almost lost his balance.

Then, the look of terror that had been on his face vanished quickly from his eyes, like the receding tide.

Bunias braced himself on his knees, panting heavily, raindrops dripping from the tip of his nose.

He raised his head and looked again at the incarnation of Jesus in the sky.

This time, his expression changed.

It was no longer fear and shock, but an anger at seeing through the scam.

"Mortal!! How dare you...play me for a fool!!"

Bunias's voice was hoarse as he straightened up, the water droplets on his black robe shaking off with the movement.

"A mere illusion...!!"

Li Ang was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, then his gaze swept across the crowd.

The energy was too fast and too concealed for him to pinpoint its exact source, but the person who could so accurately wake Bunyas was definitely not an ordinary Amish villager.

"Who is it?"

Li Ang's heart sank. This meant that there was likely a third-party force here, and it was very likely that they were here to help Bunias.

Now that he had fully regained his senses, Bunias raised his right hand, his pale fingers clenching gently in the rain. A dark red energy wave suddenly spread out, sweeping across the entire open space.

Apart from Jacob, the controlled Amish people moved in unison, like puppets awakened from their trance.

"Kill him." Bunias's voice was calm, as if he was suppressing his anger.

pitchforks, shovels, sickles, and even sticks and stones picked up at random were all raised at this moment.

Dozens of people surrounded Li Ang from all directions.

Li Ang stood still, without retreating.

He watched the Amish people surrounding him and silently mocked them to himself.

"If I weren't worried that Uldum would go down in history like Jonestown, I really wouldn't mind giving them a Blood Lightning spell."

Moreover, these people are ultimately just victims. Even though he was bound to the Demonic Sect system, Li Ang would still not ruthlessly kill the working class.

"Alright..."

With a thought, the incarnation of Jesus, suspended in the air, left a blurry afterimage in the torrential rain, moving so fast that even the raindrops were scattered and splashed.

The moment the avatar landed, its right foot slammed into the mud, splashing up a curtain of water. Then, its entire body transformed into a straight line, rushing towards the Amish man at the front.

It was a robust Amish man in his forties, wielding a long-handled pitchfork, charging towards Leon.

The incarnation of Jesus stopped without warning in front of him, clenched his right fist, pulled it back to his waist, and then threw a punch!

"Damn it! God's Demon-Slaying Fist!"

The moment the fist was thrown, the air emitted a low, booming sound, and the raindrops were pulverized into a fine mist along the path of the fist.

The fist grazed the man's chin with precision. Before the Amish could even utter a sound, his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to the ground like a robot that had lost power. His pitchfork slipped from his hand and hit the muddy water, splashing up a cloud of mud.

Without pausing, the incarnation of Jesus punched, the mud beneath his feet exploded, and his figure vanished from the spot once more.

The next second, he flashed in front of the second Amish man and threw a straight punch as well!

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

In the torrential rain, that body moved through the crowd at high speed like a machine that could fire straight punches.

The explosive sounds of fists echoed through the rain, like a hymn with an increasingly rapid tempo.

In less than twenty seconds, a large number of people were lying haphazardly on the open ground.

The Amish people who had been holding pitchforks and shovels just moments before were now lying unconscious in the mud and water, rain washing over their faces and bodies, but none of them woke up.

Only one person is still standing.

It was Jacob Byler.

On the chest of his shirt, a very faint layer of blood-red light patterns appeared, forming a six-pointed star-like outline that was slowly rotating.

It was this person who blocked the punch from the incarnation for him.

"That demon messenger is quite considerate of you," Li Ang mocked, then looked at Bunyas.

The silver-haired demon messenger stood in the center of the magic circle, his delicate face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.