There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

"Clap!"

Suddenly, the slight disturbance turned into a sound like air being torn apart.

It's the sound of objects colliding.

My wandering consciousness was pulled back to reality by this sound, and I suddenly realized where it came from.

At this moment, the subtle noise continued, but once I regained my ability to think, I quickly determined that the sound was extremely similar to someone wearing soft-soled slippers walking slowly indoors!

Walking and friction...

I sensed something was wrong and tried to get up again, but found that my body was being suppressed by something. From my lumbar spine to my limbs, I felt numb and numb, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move an inch.

Is this a nightmare?

Nightmares during sleep are not unusual, but when combined with the faint sound of footsteps dragging outside, they can create an atmosphere of extreme unease, making one feel powerless to resist a crisis.

I remained relatively calm in this situation, knowing that a nightmare simply means the brain has woken up but the body hasn't. The nerve ganglion signals cannot be transmitted to the target location, so the body needs to slowly adjust its functions to allow the limbs to resume functioning.

The noise in my ears continued, but I also found a way to deal with the nightmare—it doesn't matter if my brain can't control it, I still have the Colonizer System! Didn't expect that, did you!

"Power-up mode activated."

A mysterious power suddenly surged within my body. The colonizer system bypassed my brain and took over my body. In an instant, my stiff fingers regained sensation and were able to bend freely.

But as if sensing my change in state, the "pattering" sound in my ears became more frequent, and the strange noises gradually became clearer, as if someone was walking around my bed, with increasingly hurried footsteps.

The situation has clearly changed, and I can no longer think about the external influences. I actively immerse myself in my consciousness and apply the breathing techniques we learned yesterday to enhance the stimulating effect of the energy-building mode.

Then, something terrifying happened!

Suddenly, a loud banging sound came from the door, as if someone was pounding on it from the outside!

As the loud banging sound rang out, the footsteps inside the house also suddenly quickened, the sounds almost blending together, as if someone was running in circles in my room!

Even more frightening was that the furniture in the room made various noises. The desk, which had been placed perfectly, suddenly overturned to the ground, and the bedside table, accompanied by a screeching sound, gradually approached me!

At that time, I was still trapped in bed, with only one finger that I could control!

I can now sense the frustration of middle-aged people feeling powerless. It's like the arrow is on the bowstring, the matter is imminent, but no matter how hard you try, there's no reaction. You can only force yourself to talk about poetry and literature...

No, I'm only in my early twenties!

Why did I have to come to such a painful realization!

In that moment of crisis, my potential finally exploded, and my strength finally flowed and transferred to my waist. My body, like a long-dormant machine, creaked and groaned under the strain, and with great difficulty, I regained my mobility.

Subconsciously, I opened my eyes and felt that the moonlight outside the window seemed to have been completely wiped out by a mysterious force, and the whole room was filled with an impenetrable darkness.

However, the trembling furniture around me left me no time to hesitate, and staying in the dark room was not a wise move. So I immediately made up my mind to rush outside!

I quickly got up and started searching for the windows and doors, groping my way in those directions.

The dense footsteps rapidly approached me, but the first-dimensional arm armor in my hand had already extended its blade, slashing out to my side. The scythe was like cutting into a sack full of cotton; the force sank into the sea and disappeared without a trace.

But that's enough.

Having pinpointed the location of the unknown entity, I quickly moved in the opposite direction and, sure enough, spotted the door in the dim light…

"Oh!"

I kicked the door open and found that there was no one outside the rattling door; only a lonely wooden door was making noise.

The moonlight was now hidden beneath heavy clouds, only occasionally revealing a sliver of light.

But following that glimmer of light, I saw outside the rancher's house, the chair I had thrown out the window, floating in mid-air, swaying and spinning rapidly!

I turned back in astonishment to look at the main house, and through the old stained glass of the window, I saw a figure with a body torn apart, standing on the other side of the window, mechanically and distortedly waving slowly at me...

Chapter 579 Exorcist Father Carter

The distorted figure was less than three meters in front of me, but neither side took any further action.

In the empty space, chairs spun, dark clouds drifted, and an eerie and unsettling atmosphere continued to spread.

The fragmented shadow swayed through the mottled windowpane, its blurry form half-hidden in the darkness.

"If I were you, I wouldn't even have the thought of taking one step forward."

A lazy voice came from behind me. I turned around and first saw a gorgeously decorated robe and a crooked figure standing there. Finally, I saw a familiar face.

"Carter?"

Father Carter, who had been missing for a long time, was standing right behind me, speaking in a helpless tone.

“Marcus, welcome back… I may be a little late, but this isn’t the time for idle chatter. Let’s get back to what we were doing earlier…”

Hey! A wild priest has appeared!

This is just like encountering Hu Bayi in an ancient tomb, meeting Uncle Nine in a zombie, or Zhang Liao facing off against Sun Quan—it's a piece of cake!

I was overjoyed and grabbed his arm, saying, "You've come at the perfect time! Father, quickly cast a spell like Holy Light, Purification, or Exorcism to drive the things out of my house!"

Carter calmly withdrew his hand: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

I immediately realized: "Oh right, you're clergy, so you're not using magic, you're using divine arts! Anyway, let's get started, casting a divine light spell should be fine, right?"

Father Carter looked at me with surprise: "Do you have some misunderstanding about the Church? These kinds of spells you're talking about are tricks only heretics possess. We clergy have never had anything like that..."

...As church priests, how can they be so useless?! Even Gandalf knew to learn a spell like Light to save face, but you're too lazy to even learn one? You're a disgrace to mages!

Could it be that the priests of the Holy Spirit Church really preach using tin-bound scriptures and spiked clubs, focusing on physical exorcism?

Father Carter noticed my disdainful look and turned his head away somewhat guiltily. "Hey, don't look at me like that... I'm telling you, you have to believe in science!"

He pulled a shiny metal piece from his pocket and shoved it into my hand without saying a word.

"To deal with evil spirits, you need mercury stone! Quickly throw this fragment of mercury stone into the house."

This stone, made of an unknown material, felt cool and smooth to the touch, with a jade-like texture, and it looked quite extraordinary.

"That's it?"

But I looked at the thing in my hand with disappointment. "You think throwing this stone in will get rid of the guy in the house? Do you think he's a dog?"

Father Carter put one hand on my shoulder and said firmly, "Just do as I say."

Fear is a strange thing. Just a moment ago I was panicked by the sudden appearance of someone, but when Father Carter appeared, I felt my fear vanish instantly.

This could be due to my trust in his professional skills, but another possibility is that having another person around makes me feel less alone.

"Sigh, throwing a rock at your own window... This is the first time I've ever done something so outrageous..."

You'll get used to it.

"You've gotten used to this kind of boring stuff? Are you even human?! By the way, why don't you throw it away yourself?"

"Of course, it's because I'm afraid you'll try to scam me!"

"How can you say such shameless things so confidently!"

I made a complaint, and finally made up my mind to throw the stone forward.

"Bang."

The silvery-white stone traced an arc and cleverly collided with the rapidly spinning chair in front of it.

Something amazing happened.

As the stone struck the rapidly spinning chair, a strange, ghostly figure flew out from the chair!

A pale blue, phosphorescent shadow appeared on the furniture that had been suspended in mid-air, then scattered into countless particles before disappearing. The chair then fell to the ground and showed no signs of being moved again.

Wow! The effect is amazing!

“Uh… Marcus, what were you doing just now?” Father Carter asked hesitantly.

I walked forward with delight, wanting to pick up the mercury stone fragments that had fallen to the ground, but found that the silvery-white stone was nowhere to be found.

So he said confidently, "Of course it's to test the effect! I can't just smash the glass because you tell me to, that would be too embarrassing!"

Then I held out one hand, "Give me another one."

Father Carter looked embarrassed, as if he had swallowed a fly: "I don't know if I've told you... I only have one Mercurystone fragment in total?"

"Absolutely not."

"Alright, I've told you now! Goodbye!"

Father Carter decisively turned to leave.

I grabbed his robe from behind as fast as lightning.

"Don't go! I think I can still be saved! Father, please save my ranch!"

The unscrupulous priest walked resolutely out, ignoring my pleas. "He's hopeless! Just wait to die! I told you to throw him inside, but you had to give me a surprise to make me happy, didn't you!"

I held onto his clothes tightly, not letting up for a moment. "You must have other ways, right, Father! Like last time... like, did dream manipulation work?"

Hmm? Dream entry? Something seems off...

At this point, I suddenly muttered to myself, "Wait a minute, Father... you just said that clergy don't use magic, so where did you get your dream-entering spell... could it be that you secretly learned it yourself, and the Vatican doesn't know yet?"

Upon hearing this, Father Carter, who had originally resolved to leave, stopped abruptly. He turned around and said with a resolute expression, "As a servant of the Holy Spirit, how could I ignore the traces of darkness! Rest assured, Marcus, I will save your ranch!"

...This guy is definitely feeling guilty, isn't he?

Father Carter gritted his teeth, reluctantly took off an amulet from around his neck, held it high above his head, and slowly walked towards the main house.

"V. Omnes sancti beatórum Spirituum ordines pary pro nobis!"

The amulet in his hand emitted a faint light, shining on the objects around him, but leaving no shadow on the ground. It was as if both light and shadow were substances not recognized by the world, and could never manifest a real form.

But as his chanting intensified, pale blue phosphorescent light flickered on the distorted figure in the room, drifting into the air.

"Dona mihi, non fidélibus christiánis veniae pro omnibus peccatis nostris!"

His voice grew louder, as if amplified several times by a loudspeaker, and the echoing sound shook the entire room!

Father Carter took a few steps forward, gritted his teeth, and approached the strange, unconscious figure beckoning behind the window. He suddenly reached out and smashed the windowpane with his hand, revealing his bare hand to the swirling darkness behind the window.

"Remitti potest pugnare saevos daemonium!"

As the last syllable fell, I saw the amulet in Father Carter's hand burst into flames in the window, like a Molotov cocktail that had been lit and flung out!

Indigo flames leaped in his palm, rapidly expanding into an uncontrollable radiance that silently spread and quickly enveloped the entire room.