Facing the vigilated priests, Victor didn't show any nervousness. He just kept his mocking smile and let these shepherds of God do what they could.

The so-called light does not have any effect on him at all, he is like a shadow, existing under the light, and will never be dissipated by the light. However, the black mist he summoned had some meaning that was suppressed by this holy light.

However, this repression is only temporary. Because with Victor's sneering, the black mist that had been suppressed by the holy light immediately rose up like a flame that had been poured with kerosene.

The wind whistled through everyone's ears, and the smoke enveloped them all in an instant. It had reversed the situation in an instant, and the light in the priest's hands had swayed like a candle in the wind.

The Light became the suppressed side, and as it was suppressed, terrible visions began to appear before the eyes of the priests. Countless evil spirits swam around them like a huge school of sardines, and every now and then they tried to reach out to them, pulling a handful of blood from their bodies and biting off a bite of flesh.

This is a very dangerous situation, and both the priests who have been at war with evil spirits for many years and the government personnel who hide among them can realize this. But there weren't many things they could rely on at this time, and the flickering light was one of them.

No one wanted to be swallowed up by the schools of sardines outside, so immediately, they took out something like a Bible and began to chant it aloud. This chanting was not just a psychological comfort, it did make the light that protected them grow stronger and stronger. This creates a temporary shelter for them, but it does not provide them with shelter all the time.

Because Victor was still watching them outside, and with Victor's strength, he could completely break this shelter in an instant, and let the evil spirits that surrounded them devour them in an instant. But he didn't, because he was suddenly interested at this time.

As one of the few people who knew the truth, he knew very well that there was a God in this world. It's just that the guy who claims to be God has been defeated by the new god of the world, and has completely escaped into the void. I'm afraid I won't have a chance to come back in this life.

This raises the question of the origin of the power of pastors. If before that, it was said that the power of the pastors was bestowed by the old fellow of Jehovah, he believed it. Because he had seen many of the same cases, even his mother had a history of borrowing power from the devil.

But now, if someone is saying the same thing, he certainly doesn't believe it. Because she could clearly perceive that the power of the pastors did not come from the so-called God. Rather, it is drawn from their own bodies. Is this the way it is, or is it adapted to change? This is where Victor's interest appears, if it's the latter, it's fine, if it's the former. He really didn't mind seeing what these guys looked like when their faith was broken.

After staying with the devils for a long time, he is inevitably contaminated with a devil's bad taste. To satisfy the bad taste, he stopped what he was doing, and opened his mouth to the priests with a smile.

"You have blocked my power. Is this something that Jehovah's old fellow has given you, or is it your own ability? ”

"Devil, how dare you call my lord by his name!"

Even in the face of such a crisis, the first reaction of these priests from the Inquisition was to accuse Victor of being disrespectful. Of course, this had no effect on Victor, and even made him even more disdainful and mocking.

"Why, can't I call the name Jehovah? It's ridiculous, a complete loser and you still want to move him to the altar of God. Do you really think that no one in this world knows about his ugly failure? ”

"Shut up, shut up! How dare you say that! ”

For devout believers, it is more abhorrent to question their Lord than to question themselves. So when Victor said something like this, they immediately blew up. However, this fried reaction did not help, and even they could not stop Victor from continuing to say what he wanted to say.

"Why not? What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will debunk the so-called truth? Or are you afraid that your hearts will be shaken by this truth? Looks like you know these things yourself. Now that you know that Jehovah, that old fellow has been utterly defeated and has abandoned you completely. Why do you still hold on to his stinky feet? ”

"Come, I'll give you a chance. Surrender to me now, and perhaps I will be merciful enough to accept you, so that you can feel the warmth of your master's care again. Rest assured, unlike Jehovah's arrogant fellow. I'm very kind and caring. ”

"You damn fanatic, you're going to be thrown into hell!"

Victor's arrogant words angered the fellows so thoroughly that one of them immediately shouted at him. But he just scolded for such a sentence, and there was no follow-up at all. Because by the time he finished the first sentence, Victor had already picked his finger at him.

This small action made the holy light around him immediately break open a big hole. And this caused the entrenched evil spirits to seize the opportunity at once, like seagulls preying on fish fry, and swarming and dragging him out of the gap.

The last sound he left in this world was a terrible scream. And listen to his screams and the creepy swallowing sound. Both the pastors and the government officials couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

They admit that they were indeed frightened at this time. Both ordinary government officials and battle-hardened Inquisitors were terrified by this sudden change. They were terrified by the power that Victor had just shown. A person who is able to break all his defenses at will is definitely an existence worth fearing. Especially when he was still manipulating so many resentful spirits, this fear naturally became even stronger.

Fear is always faltering, especially when it is accompanied by a danger to life. So soon, someone hesitated to ask such a question.

"Who the hell are you?"

It was not appropriate to ask such a question at this time, but Victor could hear the wavering of their will in such words. He liked the change, so immediately, he made a gentleman's appearance and introduced himself to him.

"I'm a magician and a scientist. Of course, I have another identity now, and that is that I am the master of these evil spirits around you. Victor, the ruler of hell. Feng. Greetings to Doom. Hopefully, our next conversation will be enjoyable for both of us. ”

Will Victor, who reveals his identity, be able to make those people happy? The answer, of course, is no. In fact, the first moment they heard him report his home, the general reaction of these people was to gasp. Although they guessed that Victor's identity was special, they didn't expect his identity to be so special. The Lord of Hell, this title is simply like a huge black curtain, completely obscuring the sun above their heads, casting a shadow over each of their hearts.

It can be said that with this name alone, Victor has already made these guys lose their fighting spirit and fall into despair. This can be seen in the flickering light. If he had let those evil spirits go into action at this time, maybe they wouldn't have even a decent resistance, and they would have been wiped out completely.

Still, Victor didn't plan to do that. He still maintained his previous look, and said to these people with a smiling expression.

"After introducing myself, shouldn't I introduce you as well? I'm curious, who exactly is looking for my trouble? Who you are, and what you do, that's what I want to know. So, should you say something to me? ”

"Devil, we won't give in like you."

The answer is somewhat similar to the previous one, but the obvious confidence is much less. This is thanks to the education of the Catholics, whose doctrine of the terrible devil is opposed to the greatness of God. The more you believe in God, the more you fear the presence of the devil. Especially the king of the devil like Victor, the lord of hell. It can make them afraid to the core.

Victor liked this, but he didn't give anyone who behaved like that a good look. With the same action as before, he had already made this person completely disappear from the mouth of the evil spirit. And looking at the remaining group of shivering little quails, he showed a gentle smile and said something that made them tremble.

"I don't have much patience for you, so who else wants to say something like that to me?"

No one wants to die, and no one dares to answer at this time. In the face of Victor's obscenity, they could only remain silent. And that made Victor laugh again.

"Good, but my patience is pretty much gone. So one last chance. Anyone wants to say the answer I want to know? I'm only going to accept the answer from three people, and you're here with twelve. So what to do, you should know in your hearts. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out. Screams and low roars rang out one after another, making everything terrifying.

The light was gradually extinguished at this time.