Exorcist in America

As for why it was the holy hair, it's because there are no remains of the saints in this world, not a single one.

The only things that can attest to the existence of saints are items they deliberately or accidentally left behind.

Blood, hair, nails, and so forth—these are the physical remnants.

This led him to previously suspect that the saints recorded in the church archives had actually gone on trips.

And these world fissures were evidence of their travels.

Or perhaps, the world fissures were the remnants left behind when the saints broke through the cosmic barriers.

After all, there were no saints' remains, coupled with these world fissures present in every country, it was hard for York not to let his mind wander and suspect this.

With his current strength, he actually had the ability to break space and perform wormhole travel, as long as he could keep the quantum wormhole continuously extending forward.

Of course, the pressure brought by this was immense.

So up until now, he still felt quite weak.

In addition to the above suspicion, there was another guess: that the saints of the church were angels sent down to expand the church's influence.

"Thinking too much," York said, shaking his head slightly as he stared at the deep indent in the photo.

Based on the records of the giant in the Vatican's secret chamber, York estimated the data of a legendary giant king as follows:

A height of about 200 meters, equivalent to a 66-story building.

A weight of over 100,000 tons.

The impact generated by its movement was estimated to be six to seven hundred tons, meaning that even a slight movement would produce shockwaves weighing over a thousand tons.

As for why the movement wasn't as loud as imagined, it could only be explained by its self-generated gravitational field or biological field, much like the biofield of Superman in the movies he had seen in his previous life.

This field is generally described as the extended material of the organism's body, a biological magnetic field related to the rapid flow of cells, emitting energy like the heartbeat of a powerful person could shock ordinary people to death.

The scientific knowledge involved was too complex, so York shook his head and closed the document in his hand.

To use science to explain this, he estimated he would need to supplement his knowledge further. In any case, treating the cells within the giant king's body as continuously flowing particles would suffice. With such a massive body, high density, and strength, its cells naturally could be considered as unique particles.

What troubled him was choosing a location to counter the giant king's attack.

After all, the divine war initiated by Saint Olaf II Harald created the world's longest and deepest fjord, spanning 204 kilometers in length and reaching a depth of 1,308 meters.

That was the Sognefjord he was standing on now.

The battle was evidently terrifying enough to reshape the landscape.

Considering the data he estimated for the giant king, one could imagine the extent of its destructive power.

To give a more direct example:

A 200-meter-tall giant king merely rolling around on the ground could easily destroy a city, akin to a natural disaster.

"It's practically a walking natural disaster," York thought, feeling a headache.

Judging by the giant king's current behavior, it seemed to harbor a strong grudge against Saint Olaf II Harald, breaking the seal and immediately seeking revenge upon sensing his presence.

But it probably didn't know that Saint Olaf II Harald was no longer in this world.

The only thing that symbolized his existence was the divine axe—Wrath of Orla—and a lock of his holy hair.

Now, York had disassembled the divine axe, neutralizing and eliminating its presence. It could only reappear when the particles blocking its reintegration were removed.

Thus, the only thing that could attract the giant king was that lock of holy hair.

Thinking of this, York felt inexplicably relieved. Thankfully, he had neutralized the divine axe in advance; otherwise, the awakening giant king's first target would have been him.

"So now we hold the initiative," York thought, handing the document to Irene, and looked towards Father Cameron and other clergy waiting nearby.

"Take me to see what you've brought."

Father Cameron and the other clergy exchanged glances and finally nodded in agreement.

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In a secret chamber at the foot of the mountain, York looked at the treasure box wrapped in various invisible superimposed arrays in front of him, a gleam flashing in his eyes.

Unlike the surrounding clergy, he could see through these superimposed arrays to glimpse the true nature inside.

The box was made of pure gold, shining with a faint glow. The surface was intricately carved with reliefs depicting angel wings, holy crosses, and classic scenes from the Bible, with the corners inlaid with dazzling gems that shone like stars.

Meanwhile, the air around the treasure box was filled with a holy aura, as if countless feathers were flying around, their wings gently flapping and emitting a brilliant light.

In York's eyes, these lights intertwined, forming beautiful light bands like waterfalls cascading from the sky, passing through clouds, illuminating the entire earth, and enveloping the world in a sacred radiance.

"Interesting, just a lock of hair can display the illusion of angel wings, making sure everyone knows it's an angel, huh? Saint Olaf II Harald was indeed an angel?"

York's eyes sparkled with layers of light as he stepped forward. With his first step, a huge, rotating array pattern appeared on the ground.

When the pattern appeared, the ground seemed to disappear, leaving only the hollow pattern.

It felt like standing in the floating universe, with only them, the pattern, Bishop York, and the stars remaining.

Father Cameron and the other clergy members' eyes widened slightly.

"The Eternal Guardian Star Array?"

This guardian array was considered an A-level array in the church. Once formed, it created a stable space where any anomalies of holy objects or other items would be firmly locked, unable to escape.

Moreover, the Eternal Star Confinement Array could adjust its coverage area according to the guardian's will, ensuring the holy object remained in an absolutely safe environment.

Importantly, the holy power required for this array was immense, making it difficult for one person to cast it. Therefore, handling holy objects in holy lands usually required collective strength.

"This bishop is too extravagant, consuming so much power at this stage," Father Cameron and other clergy members murmured as they looked at the broad back ahead.

Only Irene watched silently from the side, feeling no waves in her heart.

By the time York reached the treasure box, the array had formed an invisible shield, condensing around the room and the treasure box.

Now, all the anomalies and aura of the treasure box were sealed.

This meant the giant king outside could no longer sense Saint Olaf II Harald's presence.

York picked up the treasure box and turned to Father Cameron and the other clergy.

"Where is the official representative of the Kingdom of Norway?"

Bishop Georgi really left everything to him, not even sealing the holy object. Despite his nature, York couldn't ignore this.

Even without any causal link, he would still take action, as the giant king's rampage might obliterate the entire Kingdom of Norway.

Thinking of this, York felt frustrated and wanted to curse. This old guy really—

"Bishop York, they are currently in the town of Mirta."

York habitually handed the treasure box to Irene and walked out under the salutes of Father Cameron and other clergy.

"Tell them to come see me. This place is unsuitable for a battlefield; we need to find an ambush spot during the giant king's chaotic state."

"Yes, Bishop York!"

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Soon, York met the official representatives of the Kingdom of Norway, who hurried over, numbering dozens.

They were either wearing military uniforms or suits, all middle-aged or older, representing the military and political powerhouses.

From these aspects, York saw Norway's sincerity and their seriousness about this matter.

"So young?"

Conversely, the group's first impression upon seeing York was one of surprise.

"Is this the church official in charge of this incident?" Nuri, not standing out in the crowd, whispered to Hordan.

"Scholar Hordan, do you know this person?"

Hordan, also part of this group in an advisory role, stared at the imposing young bishop, whispering back.

"He was promoted to bishop on December 25th last year, with authority set to rise to archbishop soon, just one step away from cardinal."

Nuri, originally responsible for the giant peak, was taken aback: "How do you know?"

Hordan calmly replied, "Because you're not a church follower, I am. You can find this announcement pinned on the church's official website."

Ignoring Nuri's expression, Hordan looked at the young bishop meeting the leaders, recalling the video he watched last year.

It was a widely circulated exorcism and miracle video among believers, and no true believer would be unaware of this young bishop.

He had witnessed the miracle and heard the young bishop's self-introduction, unforgettable to this day.

"I am York John, an ordinary bishop of the church, appointed on December 25th last year. From now on, the real exorcism live broadcast begins."

These words echoed in Hordan's ears, the tension and crisis from the confirmed giant dissipating significantly.

"Didn't expect to see this admired bishop here," Hordan thought, always keeping an eye on the young bishop ahead.

"Eh?"

Feeling a passionate gaze on him, York glanced at the crowd.

He immediately pinpointed a somewhat nervous middle-aged man within.

York habitually raised an eyebrow and looked at the seemingly tense bigwigs ahead.

"This is Commander Momchil of the Norwegian Ministry of Defense."

"This is Prime Minister Valentina's assistant, Secretary Larouk."

Skipping other introductions, York roughly identified two key Norwegian representatives.

One representing military command, the other political command.

Very clear.

"Bishop York

!"

Seeing these two approach, York had no intention of wasting words and nodded in acknowledgment.

"So, you are the full representatives of the Kingdom of Norway?"

"Yes, Bishop York," Commander Momchil nodded first.

"If you have any military requirements, just tell me."

Pointing to Secretary Larouk who had followed, he continued, "Secretary Larouk can provide advisory services and implement your arrangements."

Hearing this, York looked at Secretary Larouk.

"Very well, I need you to evacuate all civilians and tourists from the Sognefjord area."

"Understood!" Secretary Larouk replied earnestly.

Before coming here, their goal was unanimously to follow the church's arrangements in extraordinary events.

"Good," York nodded, then turned to Commander Momchil.

"What usable weapons do you currently have?"

Commander Momchil began listing their available weapons.

However, the more York listened, the more disappointed he felt. After experiencing the third rift world, his standards had risen.

Mere anti-ship missiles and conventional missiles were insufficient in his eyes, especially after dealing with thousands of nuclear bombs.

Norwegian missiles likely wouldn't even scratch the giant king. Its massive body and density were unimaginable.

After thinking for a moment, York said, "Bring those missiles over and then leave. I fear the battle might affect you."

Commander Momchil, detecting the young bishop's disappointment, smiled wryly.

"Understood."

York nodded, "Good, now we need to find the best ambush point."

Looking at Secretary Larouk, York said,

"I'm not a local, so I'm not as familiar with the terrain. I need you to find a suitable ambush spot. My requirement is that there be no living people within 200 kilometers."

These words left the church personnel behind York unfazed, but the official representatives were stunned. What kind of battle could affect such a vast area?

Secretary Larouk took a deep breath, turned to Hordan in the crowd, and waved.

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