Limitless The Strongest Revenant-Chapter 924: As expected of my {Vassal} [1/2]

{Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven…} x11

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening. Just like the ghost movies that showed people going crazy, the prince before us screamed like a lunatic. If that was not enough, he began to leap towards Yvonne.

"ARRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!"

{Give us this day our daily bread…} x11

Only just as he was about to reach her an invisible wall stopped him. The cross on the ground seemed to have created a cage of golden light. When his first charged failed, the prince began to smash his body against the golden light.

He frothed at the mouth, roared in a voice that echoed and had black irises. Frankly if I was still human, he would have scared the crap out of me. People feared ghosts mainly because they said they were ethereal. Meaning you could not gut one up.

{And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors …} x11

"STOOP THIS AT ONCE!" the prince roared; his voice sounded like he was using a voice modulator. To people in the Middle Ages, he might have seemed scary, but to us? He just looked like an emo bastard wearing goofy contacts.

Naturally that also meant you also could not pump one full of holes. At least that was the general idea. But along with such a notion was one that by invoking the name of Jesus Christ, one could drive out the darkness.

'And looking at the current state of the Demonkin, it seems to be true.'

Like a lunatic, the Prince did not stop with body slamming the wall. He punched, kicked, and bashed his head on it. When none of it worked, he began running along the entire cage, testing it for weaknesses.

{And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil…} x11

"NOOOOOOO!!!! I AM GOING TO FUCKING BUTCHER YOU SLUTS! I KNOW THE SHAME YOU ALL HIDE! DID IT FEEL GOOD TO GET VIOLATED LIKE SWINE? HAHAHAHAHA!"

'All right, this fucking bastard is dead,' I thought in reflex.

Saying that kind of shit to my saints was a one-way ticket to the graveyard. The true origins of a saint was quiet sensitive. And was not particularly pleasant. And this fucking bitch not only insulted my Saints but ridiculed their trauma.

Yet despite all the things the Demonkin said, all the girls praying ignored him. The wolves all prayed out solemnly. Like they didn't even hear anything. Holding their {fates} in hand, the very air felt pure and, for lack of a better word, holy.

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"DON'T FINISH IT! I AM GOING TO KILL THIS FUCKING NIGGER!"

I turned around and the Sirens had bored expressions. Meanwhile, Amari, Mia, and Zanele went wide-eyed. But Roach and Juno's reactions surprised me the most. Both had their bodies tensed up and continued to back away from the holy ground.

Somehow, there was one thing that struck me as odd. The wolves seemed completely used to this development. With the demonkin raging inside the barrier like a cage, you would think it would affect them somehow.

{For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever…} X11

"I AM GOING TO FUCK YOU ALL UP!" the demonkin/prince screamed at the top of his voice.

{AMEN!} X11

At the end, each Saint then released a huge amount of holy energy from their bodies. Yvonne in particular had her eyes glow in golden light as she declared in a voice that resonated in the air.

{BY THE NAME OF JESUS CHRIST! I COMMAND YOU TO LEAVE THIS MAN! DEMONKIN!}

"AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!" the Prince clawed at his face and crumpled to the ground. In the same moment, a huge violet being splintered from the back of his spine. A thick cord of black connected the two like the umbilical cord connects to a baby.

The Tokoloshe, or the Dream Demon, had the appearance of a large hulking ape made of jagged coral reefs. Over nine feet tall, it had no eyes, ears, or nose. Only a blank face and a mouth full of teeth. It had horns like those of an antelope on its head. It looked demonic.

The moment the Reaper and the demonkin separated, three of the wolves moved.

"{PENITENCE!}"

Yvonne, once again invoked a new powerful {fate}. At her shout, a massive, visible golden hand as big as a bus manifested and pressed on the Reborn. The large, bulky demonkin, unable to endure, was forced to kneel with a groan.

Along with him, Aisha and Claire ran inside the cage created from holy energy.

"{Sacraments of Faith}"

Claire invoked her {fate} and manifested full plate armor, a shield, and a large mace. She then stood between the Prince bleeding on the floor and the kneeling demon. Meanwhile, Aisha took out what looked like a book and opened it.

"{Intercession}! {Prayer}!"

I then felt blessing energy cover the prince's entire body. After her second (fate), Aisha took the prince's face by the chin and began to slap his cheeks. A vicious two-hit slap roused the sleeping beauty awake.

"Huh?"

"AISHA, HURRY!" Claire roared; she tucked her body into her shield.

"Prince! Repeat after me! {I accept the name of Jesus as my Lord and Savior.}"

"Huh? But I am Muslim…"

"That demonkin will try to possess you again. I used a {fate} to protect you, but it cannot sever the link that the two of you share. You can use whatever deity you wish, but you need to call on them now! If you are uncertain, Jesus is a name that works!"

"ARGHHH! NO!! HE'S SOUL IS MINE!!!"

At his roar, the Dream demon began to overpower the hand crushing it. Yvonne, the owner of the large, glowing hand, vomited blood. She struggled to stay standing. The other wolves did not help her but instead continued to pray the Lord's Prayer.

"Prince! You must hurry! Otherwise, the next time it possesses you, we might not succeed in exorcising it again!"

Olamide, who saw the situation, thought for a moment before nodding.

"I understand. {I accept the name of Jesus as my Lord and Savior}!"

"NOOOOOO!!!!"

At the Demonkin's angry bellow, it charged like a freight train at Olamide! Yet Claire stood in front of the Dream Demon and rammed it with a shield. Despite her small size, Claire made the Dream Demon stagger.

"You will not get past me, demonkin! [Knight]! {SMITE}!"

Claire's mace got enveloped in white light and began to shine like a star. The wolf then smacked the demonkin in the face, causing it to stumble and fall.

"Claire! It is done! Let's get out of here!" Aisha called out. Olamide, who looked pale, had his arm over her shoulder. The black cord connected to his back was no more. But it seemed like he was bleeding profusely from it.

Hearing the words of her fellow saint, Claire didn't tarry and retreated. The demonkin, despite its appearance, looked lifeless as it tried to stand up. Claire, Aisha, and the prince all then exited the golden cage.

After they did, Yvonne lifted her staff from the ground and began coughing up blood. The other Wolves didn't help her but continued to pray. When the golden cross drawn vanished, the Demonkin recovered.