They had departed directly from the Vatican, traveling the entire way by private aircraft. Everyone involved was from the Church. Could it be that someone within the Vatican had leaked their itinerary?!
The group exchanged glances, an unspoken shock settling in their hearts. If even the Vatican had been infiltrated, then this situation was far beyond what the four of them could handle alone.
"Jenny," the archbishop said calmly, choosing not to dwell on her previous words, "when did he first start appearing?"
"It was after Mom and Dad took me to move into a new house," Jenny replied. "I found a book in the basement. After I opened it, he came to me."
That confirmed it.
Jenny had opened the Blood Book and become the first person to make contact—the key individual required to help Amon descend.
Amon needed Jenny to find the most suitable vessel so he could successfully possess it and descend upon Earth.
"Did he ever tell you to do anything for him?" Elsa asked.
"Yes," Jenny answered obediently. "He asked me to help him retrieve his body."
If an adult heard those words, they would find them chilling. What kind of being would ask someone to help recover their body?
But coming from a child, it sounded different. Children didn't overthink such things. To them, everything was new and strange. Ignorance bred fearlessness—their minds were still unformed, and a single sentence wouldn't terrify them.
"Did he say where his body is?" Elsa pressed on.
This was critical. If Jenny knew and told them, the rest would be far simpler—they could locate the chosen host and lie in wait.
"He said that person is—"
Jenny froze mid-sentence.
She suddenly sat bolt upright as the iron chains binding her limbs rattled violently. Her pupils rapidly turned pitch black.
The archbishop immediately sensed danger and yanked the novice nun backward, his movements swift and sharp—nothing like those of an elderly man.
Jenny's lips curled into a cold smile as her body slowly levitated. The chains kept her tethered to the bed, limiting how far she could rise.
"Church dogs… Did the useless fools from the Vatican send you here to die again?"
Her voice dropped into a deep, hoarse growl—utterly inhuman, more like a rasping man than a young girl.
"You dare show yourself in broad daylight?" the archbishop barked, pulling out a small silver vial and uncorking it.
"Ha! Your so-called holy water is useless to me. You should be worrying about your own life!"
The moment she finished speaking, the vial in the archbishop's hand exploded. Holy water splashed across the floor—but instead of purifying it, the liquid hissed and corroded the ground like sulfuric acid.
"Wong!" Lucas shouted.
Wong reacted instantly. With a swift motion of his hands, the Mirror Dimension unfolded, pulling Lucas, Wong, Elsa, Daimon, and Jenny inside—leaving the archbishop and the novice nun outside, safely excluded.
Jenny glanced around and immediately recognized where she was.
"The Mirror Dimension… You're a sorcerer from Kamar-Taj."
She showed little surprise, clearly familiar with Kamar-Taj's existence.
"Move!" Elsa ordered.
Elsa and Daimon stepped forward at once. Elsa seized Jenny, activating the Bloodstone to suppress Amon's will.
The gem on Elsa's chest blazed crimson, streams of red energy flowing down her arms and into Jenny's body.
"The Bloodstone?!" Jenny shrieked in shock. "You possess the Bloodstone?! What is Ulysses, that bastard, to you?!"
For the first time, genuine fear appeared on her face. The Bloodstone clearly restrained her—otherwise, she would never have reacted like this.
"That's none of your business," Elsa snapped. "Now crawl back to hell!"
She intensified the Bloodstone's power. Jenny's levitating body was forced inch by inch back onto the bed, her struggles completely suppressed.
At the same time, Daimon placed one hand on Jenny's forehead.
Hellfire erupted in his eyes. An inverted pentagram appeared on his chest as a terrifying demonic aura surged outward.
"Leave this girl's body."
When Daimon spoke, his voice carried overwhelming authority—an invisible pressure that crushed down upon Jenny.
This was one of Daimon's inherited abilities. As the son of Satan, he possessed the hellish dominion of the Lord of Hell himself, granting him limited command over demons. The duration depended on the demon's strength.
But even one second was enough.
As long as Amon was forced out of Jenny's body, Lucas would send him straight back to hell with a single bullet.
After all, this was only Amon's will manifesting. The Punisher's power was more than sufficient to deal with it—at worst, it would take a few shots.
At Daimon's command, Jenny stiffened. Dense black veins spread from her forehead, branching like twisted blood vessels. Her eyes gradually returned from pure black to normal.
"AAAH—!!"
Jenny suddenly screamed, her mouth flying open as thick black smoke poured out, swirling in the air and repeatedly trying to surge back into her body.
"Lucas!!" Elsa shouted.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Six gunshots rang out in rapid succession.
Six blue bullets, trailing glowing tails, slammed into the black smoke. They formed a perfect hexagram midair.
The instant the pattern completed, the smoke let out a deafening shriek. A violent psychic shockwave rippled outward, stabbing at their eardrums.
As the final wisp of smoke dissipated, Jenny collapsed unconscious. The black vein-like marks faded completely from her body.
Wong waved his hand, dispelling the Mirror Dimension.
Jenny was safe now—her unconsciousness was simply the result of extreme exhaustion after prolonged possession. With proper care, she would awaken in a few days.
But the moment the Mirror Dimension vanished, the four of them were confronted with a horrifying sight.
The archbishop and the novice nun lay on the ground.
The novice nun's white habit was completely soaked in blood, blooming like a crimson rose—forever frozen in that moment.
The archbishop lay in a pool of blood as well, but the faint rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still alive, barely clinging to life.
Elsa stayed by Jenny's side, while the other three rushed over.
"He's still breathing!" someone shouted. "Get help—now!"
None of them had any real medical training—not even Elsa. As for Lucas, he couldn't even apply a proper bandage. His rapid healing only worked on himself.
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