One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 12

Draft
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Bang, gunfire sounded.

Bang, 177 fell to the ground.

Blood splattered on the trees behind it, intertwined like a red spiderweb. You can see the big hole on the back of 177's head under the light. The blood is mixed with the brain, showing the pink likeness of a strawberry milkshake.

The gunfire dispersed on the empty street, and like a switch, the lights of many windows lit up in dominoes. Within a few minutes, someone will open their window, panickedly inquiring or making a fuss, it would be like a firecracker being thrown in a dovecote. Within a few minutes, this broken body will completely turn into a corpse, a little movement will lead to unrecoverable loss.

At this moment, you calmed down completely, like how you did in the past.

Stationed priests have communicators in hand, it connects the broadcasts of each area and could warn others in times of crisis. You took out the communicator that you carried with you and switched to the public channel of this street's scope.

"Residents of Oak Street, I am Father Enoch Wilson." Your voice rang broadcasting in every household, solemn and steady, "A suspected demon attack has occurred in Oak Street. The priests are dealing with it, please, everyone, be sure to lock doors and windows, draw your curtains, and do not go out. Our Lord will bless the soul of the unbelievers in repentance. Please be sure to lock doors and windows, draw your curtains, and do not go out. "

The doors and windows were indeed locked again, the bolting sound of windows being lowered clicked clicked clicked. The curtains that had been drawn shook, and then they were drawn even more tightly. Most of the residents in the streets were awakened, but the number of lit windows didn't increase. On the contrary, there were even fewer now. Many people hurriedly turned off the lights, fearing that they would attract the devil's attention. You know there'll be many people praying all night tonight. Fear always kills curiosity.

You turn off your communicator and take off your rosewood rosary, you count from the cross till the seventh to the left and bite it away. The rosary is divided into two, and the white object only as large rice grain began to swell as soon as it was exposed to the air, turning into a pale finger bone. This was a bone of a blessed son. Only seven sons were born into the world every year. They must be martyred voluntarily before their bodies can be blessed. These consumables were so precious that even you received only such a small part, it was the only holy thing you took with you when you left the battlefield.

A holy relic that can bring the dead back to life.

There are many restrictions. It needs to be used within five minutes of death, and the corpse must be more than three-quarters intact, they must not be moved from their place of death. In addition, it also has very strict conditions on the user. You have met all those above conditions. The only thing you have to worry about is the holy nature of the blessed son's finger bone. It's a sacred object, can it be used to save a mixed-blood demon? You really don't like blindly pushing forward, however, can the situation even take a turn for the worst? 177 is dead, and it'll be pointless not to try.

You bite your finger and squeeze it, soaking the pale phalanx with blood. You place it on 117's forehead and recite the scriptures, you feel a mystic gravitational force coming from where you're holding the finger bone. Your left and right palms have begun to bleed, and your trousers were soaked with blood, you know that a round hole has appeared on your ankles. Criss-cross scars appeared on your forehead, wounds from wearing an invisible crown of thorns. The stigmata are deepening and didn't show any signs of subsiding. If you didn't have the power to control it, the wounds will continue to spread until you, like the owner of the finger bone, was slowly drained of blood.