Seeing Lorraine's painful expression, Belial was thoughtful.
"It seems you don't have items to heal severe injuries; this was indeed my oversight."
His tone was flat, as if talking about sothing insignificant.
"In the intelligence, Ed was seriously injured and it would be difficult to recover in a short ti. Plus, the attack was very sudden; he couldn't have run around with you like this."
"Looking at it this way, Ed is still in the ward."
Opposite, Lorraine raised her head in shock.
"Now, your expression has completely verified my guess." The corner of Belial's mouth raised.
"Bring Ed here," he ordered. "After seeing her lover, I believe Mrs. Lorraine will understand what to do."
Lorraine wanted to deny it, but she knew it was too late.
Only then did she rember that the safety manual ntioned—Keep your face calm unless you have other purposes.
This was the second ti she violated the "Manual."
eting with Oona and the others earlier was the first ti.
If she hadn't distributed the holy artifacts, Lorraine would still have ample resources at this mont.
Relying on her Yin-Yang Eye's perception of evil, she should still have been able to deal with this group of cultists for a long ti.
But now she was trapped here, and the people around her died because of her.
"I know you might have other high-quality holy artifacts."
At this ti, Belial spoke again.
"I give you a choice: obediently hand over these things, and I can let these people and your husband leave."
"Otherwise, you all have to die here!"
"Before my people return, you can think it over thoroughly."
Before long.
A black-robed man pushed a mobile hospital bed into the corridor.
"Lord Belial, the target has been brought."
Belial turned his head and saw a man wearing a respirator lying on the hospital bed with an IV drip.
"Ed!"
Seeing her husband's clothes, Lorraine cried out in despair.
"Hehe, now you should make a choice."
Belial pulled up his sleeve and cut his arm with sharp fingernails.
In the next second, filthy blood gushed out instantly, and many drops fell on the ground.
Sizzle...
A large amount of white smoke rose, and the floor was corroded into black ash in an instant.
Holding his arm, Belial walked towards the hospital bed imdiately.
"No! Don't do this; I'll go with you!"
Lorraine trembled and threw the holy artifacts on the ground.
Thinking of the faces of her husband and daughter, tears flowed from her eyes.
"Maybe I will never see you again." She closed her eyes in despair.
"You, go help Ms. Lorraine ensure she hasn't 'forgotten' sothing she shouldn't keep."
Belial wiped his arm, and the wound healed instantly. Then he pointed to the black-robed man who brought Ed.
The latter imdiately took the order and stepped forward.
Lorraine opened her arms proactively, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
The black-robed man fumbled for a while, then took out a bell.
Jingle... jingle.
He returned with this thing.
"What is this?" Belial looked puzzled. Lorraine was also a little confused; that thing didn't belong to her.
"Demon-Trapping Bell, which can set up an extrely strong isolation array. It is said that this is the implent used by the 'Lord' when he taught the 'Ten Commandnts' on Mount Sinai," the black-robed man said.
"Oh? You know quite a lot. It seems Hans's people aren't all useless."
Belial raised an eyebrow.
"But this is just a gimmick; only the True Lord can rule the world."
"That's not necessarily true," the black-robed man shook his head.
"What did you say?" Belial narrowed his eyes.
He scrutinized the person in front of him carefully, and after a mont, his tone turned cold: "Who are you? Hans's people would never dare to be like this."
But the black-robed man answered the previous question:
"This isn't a gimmick. With the third-rate array you set up outside the hospital, of course, you can't understand."
He gestured the distance with his hand and placed the bell on a certain floor tile.
Hum~
A clear ringing spread in all directions.
Lorraine instantly felt much calr inside.
At the sa ti, she also saw sothing wrong; the black-robed man in front of her was obviously not quite in harmony with the others.
Could it be...
"Mrs. Lorraine, if you chose to return to the ward after losing the advantage of surveillance, you could still hold on for a long ti relying on the holy statue."
"Besides, you can play the trick of hiding in plain sight ('darkness under the lamp'). They would never have guessed that Ed was in a ward on the sa floor."
The black-robed man took off his hood as he spoke, revealing a young and handso face.
"That way, it wouldn't be as dangerous as it is now."
Seeing the person clearly, Lorraine's eyes lit up, and infinite confidence suddenly surged in her heart.
"Father William!"
William nodded: "I didn't let Judy co in."
Lorraine relaxed inside and looked at him with grateful eyes.
"You are that holy artifact shop owner?"
At this ti, Belial's voice sounded again.
"Sorry, even if you try to get close, there won't be a discount." William turned around.
"Hmph, self-righteous guy."
Belial narrowed his eyes.
"You wouldn't dare to co alone relying on having so high-quality holy artifact, would you?"
"High-quality holy artifact? Who knows." William shrugged.
"Church guys are indeed annoying."
Belial snorted coldly.
"I also give you a choice..."
He was still in place when he said "choice," but as soon as the word ca out, his figure disappeared from the spot instantly.
Bang!
A huge impact sound.
Belial appeared not far in front of William, but at this ti, the forr looked shocked and suspicious.
"Cult guys are indeed all cunning," William said.
But he didn't hear Belial's response.
At this ti, the cult leader was trying constantly, and a series of impact sounds rang out in the hospital.
"What kind of spell is this? Why can't I break it!" Belial was shocked inside.
As a mainstay of the Valak sect, he had received the "Pouring" of the True Lord's power.
Completely different from those small fry who only deserved to drink potions.
Because of this, Belial couldn't understand.
Although he only received a trace of original power, this power ca from Hell, and ordinary holy artifacts couldn't withstand it at all.
Even high-quality holy artifacts, except for those rated as "Sacred Relics," other high-vintage holy artifacts would be consud rapidly.
"Did this guy just say the bell ca from Mount Sinai?"
But Belial rejected this point imdiately.
That is also one of the holy places of the Church.
If this thing really ca from that mountain, it would be a supre sacred relic and would definitely be strictly guarded by the Vatican.
Even the Pope couldn't touch it at will; how could it be allowed for a clergy mber to use?
"Your ans are indeed good."
Belial stopped wasting power.
"But you seem to forget, I still have a hostage in hand."
He said as he walked to the hospital bed.
But when he turned around, the guy opposite looked calm.
Belial imdiately sensed sothing wrong. He reached out, only to see that the man on the hospital bed had been dead for a long ti.
He took out a photo for comparison again. Although the faces were similar, a closer look revealed that they were two different people.
"You damn guy!" Belial gritted his teeth.
He grabbed the hospital bed and threw it out, but it was still blocked by that barrier.
"How did you shield my perception?" He stared closely at the young man opposite.
Although he was careless, at such a close distance, it was impossible for him not to sense that the person was dead.
But Belial didn't get the answer he wanted; instead, he t a strange gaze.
He was very familiar with that gaze.
In Belial's past fifteen romances, before every lover left, they would look at him with such eyes.
At first, he didn't understand.
But before he chopped his fifteenth girlfriend and her lover into pieces of at, the two told Belial the answer in their pleas.
That was the look one gives to a fool.
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