My magic panel is too numerical.

"Even God cannot stop me!" declared the gigantic white vengeful spirit. "Before these 48 escaped demons, God, do you also feel powerless?"

The vengeful spirits' words echoed in this space shrouded in white mist. Even though they could not be drowned out, the gaze of the gods did not prevent them from mocking the gods.

Although the plan was forced to be brought forward, it was ultimately implemented smoothly.

However, will everything go as it wishes?

White mist raged, and layers of black and white slides swept over everyone in the space.

Inside the villa, the man stared in horror at the gigantic, pure white head. He cried out in despair, "No, stop! You can't destroy the Moretti family... This isn't what we agreed on..."

The man's words were like tiny raindrops, flowing into a calm lake without causing the slightest ripple.

"My God, what have I done... God... what have I done..."

Seeing Serena lying on the ground groaning in pain, tears streamed down the man's face. A wave of dizziness swept through his brain, and then he knelt down, gazing at the bright moon that could not be obscured.

"God, I was wrong... Please... Save her... God..."

The lawn and fruit trees trembled wildly in the cold wind, as if everything had finally settled down.

Is it over?

High in the sky, an untimely clap of thunder streaked across the heavens; it was about to rain again…

The enormous, vengeful head stood out starkly among the wailing crowd.

At this moment, shouldn't everyone submit to its fear and oppression?

Why is there someone standing there staring straight at him?

The vengeful spirit remembered that figure, that disheveled bait fleeing in disarray, a dispensable pawn.

If that detective hadn't died, it might have made him more cautious, but what could this detective's assistant do?

Oh, his name was Pharos, I think.

An unknown detective's assistant.

But why is he standing there?

Is this an abyss of suffering? Can't you at least respect the fruits of other people's labor?

The white vengeful spirit was enraged; it roared with all its might, turning the world black and white.

Yet his upright figure remained standing there, completely unaffected.

Isn't he afraid? This is the aggregate of all the "spirits" that have recently died in Dawn Town, the strongest vengeful spirit!

But why is he still standing here unharmed?

The vengeful spirit was enraged. It would not allow anyone to raise their head in its domain, nor would it allow anyone to fail to tremble under the spiritual pressure of the strongest vengeful spirit.

It withdrew its attacks on the others, concentrating its vengeful spirit power on one point: "Kneel down, you stray dog ​​of the East District!"

The surrounding mist gathered in mid-air into countless skulls, the second form of soul annihilation, which charged towards the brown-haired young man.

However, a shocking scene unfolded: countless vengeful spirits rushed into the young man's body and passed straight through him.

He was as if he had become invisible, and could not be selected.

The enormous vengeful spirit's head was shocked; it turned its head to look in the direction the bright moon was shining.

The sacred moonlight tore through the thick, dark fog, and golden rays poured down from the sky. The pillars of light were clearly visible, like spotlights shining directly on the young man, as if a heavenly staircase had been lowered down...

At this moment, the priests, noticing that the mental attack had significantly weakened, all turned their gazes toward this location.

What's going on?

What happened?

They were just moments away from death.

Shocked...bewildered...

Christina, who was closest to him, knelt on the ground, gazing intently at the boy beside her. His brown hair fluttered in the wind, his open mage robe swayed constantly, and his face was calm, relaxed, at ease, and indifferent.

There was even a slight curve at the corners of her mouth.

"My sister, I hope you never have a brain bug in your brain..." Christina recalled her brother's words.

At first, she thought it was just a joke.

Even now, a slight blush lingers on her cheeks.

Pharos ignored Christina, did not make eye contact with her, and walked straight toward the head of the giant vengeful spirit.

He looked at the enormous, imposing head and sneered:

"The strongest 'vengeful spirit' in history? Did you prepare this especially for me? Well, thank you very much, so... give it to me!"

Pharos spread his arms, and Miss Raven perched obediently on his arm.

A chilling wind relentlessly swept through his body, and black-and-white slideshows played endlessly in his mind, but he felt nothing, no pain, no sorrow, only a chilling rage.

Farrow felt anger for Detective Simon, and for the East End residents who died and could not find peace.

Their souls should find peace, not become expendable resources for creating the strongest vengeful spirits.

"They've had enough to live, so please let them rest in peace after they die!"

A panel pops up.

[Use "Soul Eater"?]

Pharos looked at the vengeful spirits floating in mid-air and reached out as if to grab them.

"Soul Devourer!"

[Activate "Soul Devouring"]

In an instant, the purple cyclone converged on Miss Crow, the wind direction changed abruptly, and the overwhelming white mist was forcefully dispersed.

A purple cyclone gradually took shape, with the center of the vortex resembling a bottomless abyss.

The vengeful spirit finally sensed that something was wrong.

"Impossible... How did you do that? This is an aggregate of all the 'spirits' that have recently died in Dawn Town. This kind of super vengeful spirit, unless the Pope himself comes, otherwise... otherwise..."

"The Pope? Is he that powerful? Is he as powerful as you, Miss Raven?"

"No!" Miss Crow replied.

At this moment, the enormous vengeful spirit understood Pharos's feelings at that time.

How could a situation that seemed stable and improving suddenly change like this?

The vengeful spirit's head finally revealed fear, anger, and resentment. It didn't know when it would have another chance if it missed this one.

"No!...It's impossible! How could I fail!"

"No...don't do this, we can talk..."

"You...no...you! Who are you...?"

The vengeful spirits wailed incessantly.

"Me? You know me... a detective's assistant!" Pharos said calmly.

The immense suction force seemed to tear the vengeful spirit's head apart. The air currents swirled and expanded wildly, the mist was locked in and enveloped layer by layer, and the head was continuously devoured by the purple gas towards the center, then dissolved...

In an instant, the massive white fog that had covered the entire surrounding street dissipated on a large scale, and dark clouds rolled in the sky with thunder, while only the bright moon continued to shine.

A moment later, the vengeful spirit's skull was completely swallowed by the cyclone, and the cyclone gradually dissipated.

A deathly silence fell over the surroundings; in the darkness of night, the priests had no idea what had happened.

The moonlight faded... it was too dark all around.

Who exactly brought this demon-slaying war to a close?

Even the Heavenly Prayer God personally escorted him.

Whoever it is, they are the most valued talents for the future of the church.

Pharos remained silent, quietly waiting for the rewards to be calculated on the panel.

A moment later, the panel popped up:

[Spirit -1 (crossed out), Soul +1, Custom Points +5]

[Note: God is watching from above. This time, mental energy will not be counted as consumption. Devouring a super-sized vengeful spirit will reward you with 5 custom points.]

Available Points: 5

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit 0; Soul 11]

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 1; Skills 2]

[Body: Strength 2; Agility 1; Charisma 1]

[Prayer: Element 0; Prayer 1; Response 0]