Demon Summoning (4,000 Words) (Continued)

But Father Peter was clearly not that kind of person.

Peter drove two snake-like silver hooks into the old man's flanks. With a light pull, the barbed silver hooks instantly tangled with his muscles. Madis could no longer scream; blood loss and pain had drained him of all strength. The old man hung his head, making indistinct sounds through his mouth.

"My... God..." Divine Chain swallowed, his voice trembling slightly.

As the ninth seat of the Black Scripture, he had assumed the position two months ago, replacing his elder brother. He possessed the same ability as his brother and could use the "Seal Lock" left behind by the Six Great Gods, which was why he bore the title Divine Chain.

Before joining the Black Scripture, he had been an elite warrior of the Wind and Moon Scripture—a killer. No matter how horrific a murder scene was, it could no longer shock him. Whether it was corpses with all their organs hollowed out or seas of blood littered with floating chunks of flesh, he had seen it all while hunting all manner of cultists.

But now, he felt cold sweat welling up across his back.

"Is he really... a priest?" the Black Scripture warrior murmured.

"He is the most devout man I have ever seen, and the Slane Theocracy's finest executioner—he regards such things as prayer, as the rescue of sinners," Certain Death said softly.

Watching the man's movements, Divine Chain could only feel his scalp crawl—Father Peter was not killing Madis. Every one of his actions avoided Madis's vital points, and he even precisely controlled the prisoner's blood loss.

An hour ago, when the priest had cut open Madis's abdomen with a knife, he had already been weak to the brink of death. Even now, he was still on the