is the son of the Holy See, but the master of black magic

Chapter 13 Breaking Through History
The attitudes of the outside audience are different. When there is a lot of discussion about this, the scene in the church is actually different from what the audience sees.

It can even be said that the gap is huge.

From the outside, Andy was sitting on a pew in the church, with his head bowed, constantly turning the rosary in his hand, reciting the scriptures silently, no matter how the devil bewitched him, he remained motionless.

Right now he does.

But the devil statue standing upright on the podium did not stay in its original position at the moment.

Instead, as if he had come to life, he knelt on the ground at some point, like a red maggot, struggling, terrified, and howling...

It tried its best to resist, but it had to move its limbs and body, squirming in the direction of Andy!
It seems that there are several invisible chains tightly wrapped around the joints of its body, making it try its best to resist, but it can't break free, so it can only let itself get closer and closer to Andy!

This scene looked a little funny, the face of the devil that should have been ferocious, but at this moment it was as ridiculous as a clown.

But if this situation is seen by outsiders, it will definitely cause an uproar!
What's interesting is that no one has discovered all of this in the Starry Temple outside the Illusion...

"Saints who are absolutely loyal to God?"

An old voice sounded in the church, "How many years haven't we met?"

"It's incredible."

Another voice echoed, "He's still so young, yet he's so devout?"

"Ridiculous, devout or not, regardless of age."

The third voice retorted coldly, and then praised loudly:

"Great saint, you are the enemy of the devil, the bane of darkness, the light of the dawn, the sun of the scorching sun, you are destined to rise and illuminate this filthy world - that will surely make countless righteous people rejoice and sing praises of your great deeds!"

"And before that, let us humble undead solve some trivial troubles for you! Although that's not—"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

An old voice interrupted him, "Are you taking credit? But this kid can't hear what you said at all now."

"Can't you hear? Ah! Damn it, all this nonsense."

"It's actually nothing special."

A new voice said: "Although it sounds very powerful, in fact, the saint is just a strange state of mind, which is immune to and counteracts the impact of the spiritual realm. After all these years, have you heard of other abilities?"

"It's just blah blah, I thought blah blah..."

The third voice spoke contemptuously, "You idiot and illiterate who only know how to fight, don't come out and make a fool of yourself, okay? It's simply lowering our overall quality."

"Then tell me, what exactly does the saint have—"

"All right, all right, don't make any noise, if you continue like this, you will really be ashamed."

After these words fell, all voices subsided in an instant.

Because at this moment, the situation in the church has changed.

The change didn't come from Andy.

It was from the stiff, stone-like crimson devil.

Right now, it has crawled to the boy's feet, and then crawled there, docile as a dog.

The look of fear and struggle on his face gradually eased.

It's as if the pain in the body has finally been relieved, or as if a person in a desperate situation has seen the dawn of hope...

This kind of expression change, inexplicably has a sense of holiness, appearing on the devil's evil and ugly face, it looks particularly weird.

In the end, under some surprised eyes, the terrifying devil kissed the black-haired boy's toes gratefully.

Then, his whole body suddenly turned into a piece of deep red gravel, which collapsed and piled up on the wooden floor.

There was a lot of sand and gravel, and the interior of the church, which was supposed to be clean, became messy in an instant, like a construction site.

Andy opened his eyes.

"The devil in reality is not so easy to deal with."

An old voice followed, "Even if you are devout to the point of being a saint, when you face the devil, you must never try to influence them, or you will only be misled by the devil."

Andy blinked at the words.

Of course he was well aware of this.

But he didn't feel the need to accost these voices.

Because in fact, the voices transmitted to my mind at this time are all dead people.

In other words, it is some kind of trace left behind by some people who have been honored in the Starry Temple after their death.

Just like the people Father Matthew faced when he used psychics to go back to history.

In other words, when Andy left this church and completely escaped the assessment of this level, the "existence" behind these voices would never remember him at all.

At the same time, the "magic power" that Andy wants is not something they can give. It is the product of the final ruling of the rules, and these undead may not even know it.

So there is no need for communication.

So in the face of the kindness of these voices, Andy first expressed his gratitude, and then said: "I want a pen."

"A pen?"

The old voice continued, "Well, judging from your performance, we really can't think of what reward is suitable for you."

"But a pen?"

"What kind of pen?"

"I want a pen," Andy repeated.

"Maybe you should clarify the specific requirements?"

The other party said patiently: "Otherwise, we will not understand what you are talking about."

"I want a pen."

Andy reiterated again, as if a dementia.

"Well, let's explain the rules here to you carefully, and you see, boy, if you don't make it clear--"

"I want a pen."

"Listen, kid—"

"A pen."

"..."

"A pen."

"It's over, this kid seems stupid—"

"A pen!"

"..."

"One—"

"God, what's the matter with him?" A wailing sounded, "Aren't you really stupid?"

"It also seems normal."

Another voice said, "Who but a fool would be so pious?"

"However, you have heard that other saints..."

The nagging voice continued, but a sense of coolness quietly passed into Andy's mind.

Then, as if disappointed, Andy was kicked out of the Mirage Church without any farewell.

……

"It's still not enough."

After returning to reality and feeling the thickness of the cool cloud in his mind, Andy thought silently.

"But with a little effort in the next level, it should be almost there."

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes.

It turns out that at this moment, there are a large number of eyes around him, all staring at him.

After seeing him open his eyes, someone cheered even more.

"37 minutes!"

"God witnesses, this kid broke through history, haha!"

The laughter sparked more cheers, followed by thunderous applause.

In the supposedly quiet Starry Temple, it was suddenly full of hustle and bustle!
As if treating a hero, not only the people in the auditorium cheered, but also the young people who participated in the assessment in the judging booth applauded excitedly.

There is no more hostility on the face!

Andy knew what was going on.

Not just because of the sense of surprise brought about by breaking the record.

More importantly, in the previous assessment, he showed another identity of himself - an evangelical.

And a very devout evangelical!
This identity is very important.

Although the people in the audience were not all church members, they generally believed in the gospel.

Therefore, when they realized that Andy, an outsider, had the same identity traits as them, they directly treated Andy as one of their own.

This kind of attitude is completely different from the previous instructions and comments Andy received after the first level.

Of course, if he hadn't shown his great potential, then the gold content of this man would be greatly reduced...

Andy, who has a clear understanding of all this, is calm in his heart, but shows a shy smile on the surface.

Then facing the roaring applause around him, he stood up very humbly and bowed a few times in all directions.

So the cheers became even louder!
The interior of the Starry Temple became very hot.

Only in the VIP seats on the second floor, the atmosphere is a bit different.

(End of this chapter)