Without asking for consent, without even a warning, the Judgment Angel suddenly raised its still relatively intact right hand and pointed at Dean from afar.
A faint glimmer containing specific informational coordinates instantly crossed the distance of less than a hundred meters and struck Dean precisely on the forearm of the left arm he had instinctively raised to block.
"Hiss—!"
Dean felt a sudden heat in his arm, but no pain.
Looking down, he saw a lifelike feather pattern glowing with a soft white light rapidly forming on his bronze skin, like an exquisite brand.
The glow then faded, becoming a white tattoo.
"Go to the nearest church!" The Judgment Angel's urgent, unquestionable command rang directly in Dean's ears, making his eardrums buzz. "Then pray Revelation, Chapter Six, verses nine through eleven. The Lord's glory will guide and protect you!"
Dean sharply shook his head, glaring in shock and anger at the battered figure in the middle of the room as he growled in a low voice:
"Hey, who the fuck are you?!"
"Did I agree to you stamping me however you pleased?"
Since exorcisms often required using the Bible, Dean was very familiar with its contents.
The passage the angel wanted him to pray described the souls of martyrs beneath the altar crying out to God for justice and judgment.
"This birdman wants me to go fetch reinforcements for it?"
Being forcibly assigned a task like this irritated him immensely, as though he had become a chess piece others could manipulate at will.
Wu Heng narrowed his eyes, but his face instantly shifted into a righteous expression completely unlike his usual indifference. He said solemnly:
"Let's go. It needs help! Whatever happened before, we absolutely cannot allow these demons that broke free of their seal to enter the real