He opened the door, said "I'm going out to wake up", then closed the door and left. Sam shouted from behind "It's already curfew", but he didn't look back.
Sam stood there, clenching his fists tightly.
He looked at the closed door, feeling panicked and uncomfortable - he felt that Dean was sliding into the abyss little by little. He stretched out his hands, but could not catch him.
At the same time, an abandoned factory appeared on the outskirts.
The factory building was empty and dilapidated, with rusty steel frames criss-crossing the building. The ground was covered with oil stains and broken glass. The moonlight shone through the holes in the roof, making the shadows of demons all over the ground distort and hideous. Thirty or forty demons were crowded into the factory building. The black air was surging, and the smell of sulfur was strong and choking.
Bai Haorui stood on the high beam, lowered his eyes and scanned the dark demon below, and frowned slightly.
The number is more than what Divine Sense can sense, and the arrangement is scattered but vaguely organized.
Without thinking any more, he hooked his fingertips, and the mahogany sword on his knees fell into his hand. His fingertips touched along the spine of the sword, and the True Gang in his dantian urged Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire. The purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire spread along the sword's body, and the sword's body buzzed, which made his eyebrows look cold.
Lightly tapping the beam with his feet, Bai Haorui leaped into the air, and stepped on Steps of Yu to fall from the sky. With a flip of his wrist, the mahogany sword slashed down diagonally, and a Fire Dragon Sword Qi that was about ten feet long came out of the sword. With a scorching heat wave, it swept across the three demons in the front row. Pure Yang True Fire was on fire. Without even letting out a scream, the three demons were enveloped in flames and instantly turned into black smoke that dispersed cleanly. Even the cement floor was burned with a black mark.
The demons roared and surrounded him, their sharp claws carrying the sinister wind clawing at his vitals.
Bai Haorui's feet Seven Stars Gang Steps were wandering, stepping in the direction of Alioth and Mizar. His figure was erratic and pulled out several afterimages. Every step he took just missed the attack of the sharp claws, and he measured it just right.
The demon at the front swung its claws straight for his heart. Bai Haorui turned his wrist and the mahogany sword pierced out.
The demon raised his claw to block, flipped the spine of his sword, slid along the side of the claw, turned his wrist violently, and the sword flashed, cutting off the opponent's entire arm. Pure Yang True Fire followed the wound and penetrated into the meridians, burning the demon's soul. The opponent let out a shrill scream, and black smoke came out from the wound.
Turning sideways to avoid the sharp claws attacking behind him, Bai Haorui twisted his body with force from his waist and abdomen. The peach wood sword swept past with True Fire. The sword light drew a perfect arc and cut off the necks of the two demons.
The two heads rolled to the ground, and were burned by True Fire the moment they touched the ground, and soon turned into a puddle of smelly black juice.
Before the remaining demons could surround him, his wrist was so fast that only an afterimage was left. The tip of the peach wood sword pointed out three cold stars, one on the forehead, heart, and dantian of the charging demon.
Each point was condensed with a wisp of pure True Fire, and three places exploded at the same time. Purple-gold flames burst out from the demon's body. In just a few seconds, the entire demon was burned to the ground, with no residue left.
Seven or eight demons came at the same time from all directions, trying to suppress them with numbers. Bai Haorui calmly flicked his left hand, and five Five Emperor Coins flew out of his sleeves, spinning rapidly in the air. The golden light flourished, and they were arranged according to the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
"Five Elements Soul Lock, sure!"
He chanted in a low voice with a cold voice. The five copper coins shot out pale gold light chains, criss-crossing to form a golden cage, trapping seven or eight demons inside. The light chains were filled with Pure Yang Fire energy, and the demons sizzled and smoked when touched, screaming and running around, but they could not break through the cage.
Then he touched the tip of his finger, and the chain of light suddenly tightened, and the five copper coins exploded into dazzling golden light at the same time.
The demons in the formation didn't even have time to scream, and were instantly twisted into black smoke by the golden light and dissipated in the air.
Two demons broke through the sword light and rushed forward. Bai Haorui abandoned his sword and used his palm. His left hand was in the shape of a crane's beak. True Gang was fixed on his fingertips, and he pointed it precisely at the demon's throat.
Chunyang True Qi penetrated the body and directly shattered the opponent's soul core.
At the same time, he pushed his elbow back and hit the chest of the demon behind him hard. There was a crunching sound as his ribs broke. The demon flew backwards and hit the steel frame, unable to get up for a long time.
More than half an hour later, he nailed the last demon to the wall with True Fire. It made a sizzling sound, and after a few struggles, it turned into ashes.
Bai Haorui put the sword back into its sheath, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. About 30% of his Dantian True Gang was consumed, and his breathing was a little short.
He stood in the center of the factory building, with the residual warmth of True Fire still lingering around him, and the startling glance at Lotus Seal slowly faded away.
Just as he was about to return, Divine Sense suddenly captured another batch of demon aura coming out of an abandoned mine ten kilometers away to the east. The number was about the same as this batch, and the energy fluctuations were exactly the same.
Bai Haorui frowned even more tightly.
No, what a coincidence.
Just after one batch was cleared, another batch came. It was clear that it was stalling for time and trying to divert the tiger away from the mountain.
But he Divine Sense swept in the direction of the town. Winchester Brothers's aura was stable, with no violent fluctuations, and the evil aura in the town was also very light. Could it be that he was too worried?
After weighing it for a few seconds, he decided to clear out the batch on the east side first.
If the tigers were not lured away from the mountains, and these demons really rushed towards the town, the townspeople's half-baked equipment would be unable to stop them, and then there would be another massacre.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart, stretched out his body, and turned into a stream of pale gold and headed east. His clothes were rustling in the wind, and the Lotus Seal between his eyebrows was slightly hot. Subconsciously, he always felt that something was wrong.
The mine is more dank than the factory, with water seeping from the rock walls and abandoned mine carts and tracks everywhere. Demons hide in side roads and deep in the mine, trying to use the terrain to sneak attacks.
Bai Haorui Divine Sense spread out, the position of each demon is clearly reflected in his mind.
He pinched a True Fire Art with his left hand, and a few sparks popped out from his fingertips. The sparks floated into the depths of the mine and ignited when encountering evil. Purple-gold flames spread along with the devil's black energy, and screams suddenly rang out in the mine.
There was a demon coming from the dark place. He stepped on Gang Steps to avoid it. The peach wood sword pulled out a sword flower. The sword light was like weaving, and True Fire was attached to the blade.
The mine tunnel is narrow, but his swordsmanship is not sluggish at all. He picks, stabs, chops, and cuts with precision. With Seven Star Steps's movement, the devil can't get close to him at all.
After clearing the last demon hidden deep in the mine, Bai Haorui sheathed his sword and was about to adjust his breath when Divine Sense suddenly gave a violent warning - in the center of the town, an extremely powerful evil energy erupted, corrupt, lustful, and with the power to confuse people's hearts, which is definitely not what ordinary demons can have.
Grandma's! Sure enough, it's to lure the tiger away from the mountain!
Bai Haorui's heart sank, the brothers are in danger!
He no longer hesitated, Seven Star Shadow-Evasion Movement Technique was used to the extreme, Gang Steps under his feet reached the limit, and his whole body turned into a purple-gold stream of light, rushing toward the town at lightning speed.
The shadows of the trees along the way were swayed by the strong wind, and the grass blades fell one after another.
Dean was walking aimlessly on the street, feeling confused.
Suddenly he heard the sound of quarreling and breaking things coming from the direction of the bar. His heart skipped a beat and he ran over quickly.
When he opened the door, the bar was in a mess. The baseball bat smashed on the bar, the glass shattered on the floor, and the wine flowed all over the floor. Rob led several townspeople around Paul, pointed the baseball bat at him, his face was ashen, and asked him to leave the town immediately.
Paul raised his hands, angry and confused, his face turned red.
He couldn't believe that the people he had grown up with would force him to a dead end with a stick.
Pastor Gideon stood in the middle to break up the fight, and was in a dilemma. Finally, he sighed to Paul and said there was no other way.
"Are you all fucking crazy?" Dean walked in, stood in front of Paul, and glanced at everyone, "Calm down, everyone. If you have anything to say, speak it out."
"This is my town, my bar!" Paul was so angry that his voice was shaking, "You want me to leave? If you can, drag me out!"
Jane walked out from behind the crowd with a cold face and no warmth in her eyes. "This is a town of believers. If you don't keep the commandments, you are a sinner. Don't make it difficult for us."
Paul looked at her with disbelief in her eyes. "We grew up together, and I was the best man at your wedding. Jane, look at me."
"It was the past." Jane's eyes did not waver at all, "Now that you are against us, you are against the angels."
She looked at Rob and gave her a look. Rob took a step forward and was about to make a move. Dean stretched out his hand to stop him, and his voice deepened. "Don't be impulsive. You don't want to make a move."
Bang--
A gunshot pierced the noisy bar.
Paul A blood flower exploded on his chest, staining his shirt red. He looked down at his chest in disbelief, then looked up at the shooter. His lips moved, but he didn't say anything, and fell straight to the ground.
It was Jane who shot the gun. She was holding the gun, her hand was shaking slightly, but her eyes were frighteningly fervent, and she kept repeating the same sentence. "No one can stop me from seeing my son again. No one can."
The pastor knelt down, took a breath, shook his head, and turned pale.
Dean stood there, looking at the corpse on the ground, and then at the surrounding townspeople with fanatical eyes, feeling cold all over.
Just because you say "meet your son", you can kill people casually? Can you beat your friends who grew up together to death? What kind of Heaven paradise is this? This is simply Hell.
He was still watching before and felt "it doesn't matter".
What is the difference between him and those angels who look on coldly and use human lives as pawns?
The numbness shattered instantly, like ice cracking. A sharp light reignited in his eyes, quenching the coldness. He couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, everyone in the town would die in this scam.
When Dean rushed back to the motel, Sam was pacing the room anxiously. There was an extra person in the room - Castiel, leaning crookedly on the chair, his face flushed, his eyes blurred, smelling of alcohol, and holding half a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
"Dean! You're back!" Sam breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately frowned, "Where have you been? Also, Cass he..."
"It's okay, it's not my blood." Dean walked in quickly, his face ugly, "Paul is dead, shot and killed by people in the town."
Sam was stunned and opened his eyes in disbelief.
"Here we go." Castiel suddenly spoke, unable to hold his tongue straight and slurring his words.
Dean was angry and helpless, holding his forehead. "Where have you been? Are you drunk??!"
"Drink a little." Castiel waved his hands, tried to sit up straight, shook his head, trying to wake himself up, "Business matters."
Word by word, he revealed the truth in front of the two of them. "Leah is not a prophet at all. She is Whore of Babylon, the monster recorded in "Book of Revelation". She can take human form, read minds, and comes with false prophecies. The real Leah died a few months ago."
Both Dean and Sam were stunned. Everything that was wrong flashed through their minds - the gathering of demons, accurate intelligence, fanatical townspeople, and the "Heaven skin" she blurted out... All the pieces were put together, it was all her trap.
"The demons are all controlled by her, just to create panic and make you trust her." Castiel continued, "The Enochian exorcism spell you heard is also fake. The real meaning is 'You use the mouth of a goat to breed'. It is not an exorcism at all, but a signal to the devil."
"Her goal is to drag as many souls into Hell as possible." Castiel's tone darkened, "Now is just the beginning. Once the midnight trial is over, the whole town will be dragged into the abyss by her."
Dean was gearing up, his eyes frighteningly cold. "Then what are you waiting for? How to kill her?"
Castiel took out a cypress stake from his bag and placed it on the table. The stake had fine texture and a faint luster. "Babylon is made of cypress. Only a real Heaven servant can kill Whore. I can't do it, and neither can you." He glanced at Sam and said in a calm tone, "You are even more abominable."
The three people looked at each other and thought of one person at the same time - Pastor Gideon.
Sam felt faintly panicked and glanced at Dean subconsciously.
He always felt something was wrong. Dean was in such bad shape recently. If something happened...
Dean didn't think much, picked up the cypress stake and weighed it with firm eyes.
At this time, the church hall was brightly lit. The audience was filled with enthusiastic townspeople. Leah stood on the altar, his figure stretched by the candlelight.
She spoke to the people below, and her voice had the power of bewitching, entering everyone's ears like magic.
She said that the angels had chosen them, and the final judgment would be at midnight tonight. It was not pure enough now, and sinners needed to be cleaned up. Only the most pious people could enter paradise.
The crowd in the audience was in commotion, some were excited, some were uneasy, but no one raised any questions.
Pastor Gideon frowned and walked up to her, took her arm and whispered, "Leah, stop talking. It will scare everyone."
Leah slammed his hand away, turned his head, his eyes were as cold as knives. "Let me go... or you will be the next sinner named by me."
The pastor was stunned. He looked at the daughter in front of him, that familiar face, but with an unfamiliar cruelty. He felt pain and panic in his heart, and a voice kept telling him that this was not his daughter at all.
But the temptation of "resurrecting Dylan" was too great, so great that he didn't dare to think about it carefully or expose it.
It didn't take long for Dean, Sam and Castiel to find the pastor's residence.
Pastor Gideon was sitting alone at the desk, looking tired, and there seemed to be more white hair on the temples.