Chapter 828 - 395: Shrouding the Sky and Sun, Global Silence - Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?! - NovelsTime

Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

Chapter 828 - 395: Shrouding the Sky and Sun, Global Silence

Author: A treacherous dog
updatedAt: 2025-11-05

CHAPTER 828: CHAPTER 395: SHROUDING THE SKY AND SUN, GLOBAL SILENCE

He continued to wave his hand, and the white light condensed into a mirror, appearing beside the middle-aged man.

The Pope pointed at the middle-aged image in the mirror: "Look at yourself, eyes glowing red, thoughts extreme, completely polluted by the energy of the Evil God of the Blood Moon deep in your consciousness, becoming a puppet of the Evil Moon. If you want to exorcise demons, you might as well start with yourself."

His voice was filled with a captivating power.

The middle-aged Heavenly Master stared blankly at himself in the mirror.

Turns out, this is what he looks like when he’s angry.

Quite dignified, actually.

Without the wrath of thunder, how can you exorcise demons?

He laughed heartily: "Haha, not bad, just missing the Demon-suppressing Great Sword in my hand for some momentum. You beast, stop wasting time, I can tell at a glance you’re not human, deceiving the world, devouring human thoughts, how is that different from cannibalism! Today, as a Taoist, I’ll beat you barbarians back to your original form!"

As soon as the words were spoken.

Above the numerous holy lights, dark clouds rolled.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man had finally accumulated enough charges to draw the thunderclouds.

As the thunderclouds arrived.

The aura of the middle-aged Heavenly Master became even more violent.

He pointed at the Pope surrounded by countless holy lights: "Five Thunder True Method, Duke of Thunder and Thunder Mother, assist me in exorcising demons!"

Rumble~

The color of heaven and earth changed.

The thunder summoned by this middle-aged man was surprisingly a tenth the size of Brian’s before, and now gathered together, it was formidable, transforming into a massive thundercloud funnel, crazily tilting countless Thunder Snake Electric Guns towards the Pope!

In an instant.

The Pope was bombarded by at least a hundred strikes of heavenly thunder, completely submerged in the purple-blue electric light.

The Pope truly didn’t expect this lunatic to act without hesitation.

He couldn’t understand.

Why are the mutants growing in Hua Country’s territory so peculiar?

You’re a mutant polluted by the Blood Moon, not causing random harm, but instead playing exorcist?

You’re insane!

At this moment, in Hua Country.

The higher-ups watching the live broadcast felt a headache.

"Hey, who sent this lunatic?"

Before the Blood Moon descended, the middle-aged Heavenly Master was merely an old farmer, a lover of exorcism novels and Hong Kong films, loving them to an obsessive degree, the kind locked with iron chains by his family...

Nevertheless..

The power of thunder is incredibly tyrannical.

The Pope only felt that the weak domain on the surface of his body was jolted by the bombardment, showing signs of dissipating.

He was enraged.

The Pope pointed furiously at the middle-aged Heavenly Master:

"In the name of Jesus, you are guilty!"

The middle-aged Heavenly Master seemed to be struck silent, momentarily unable to move or speak.

Without his Life Magnetism to guide it, even the thunderclouds in the sky began to cease their attack, showing signs of dissipating.

"In the name of Jesus, you shall descend to Hell!"

The Pope spoke again.

The next moment.

Cracks appeared in the void around the middle-aged Heavenly Master.

Strands of pitch-black descended.

It was as if a big, dark mouth was about to swallow the middle-aged Heavenly Master...

Meanwhile..

Brian, watching the broadcast, slightly widened his eyes.

Whoa~

Words become Law.

This old Pope has some tricks!

He saw at a glance that the darkness behind the middle-aged Heavenly Master was actually the dimension of the Spirit Realm.

He’s about to be banished to the Spirit Realm.

Coincidentally..

At this time, in preparation to act.

The other side of the Spirit Realm was Brian’s Blissful Space.

Meatball was ready to break the boundary and come out.

But, there they opened the door themselves.

What a coincidence!

Brian hurriedly stuffed a bag of popcorn into Susan’s arms: "The main show is coming."

Susan promptly handed the popcorn to her son Li Zheng, also widening her eyes, awaiting Meatball’s descent, whispering: "Zhengzheng, feed me."

Li Zheng looked at the bag of popcorn bigger than himself, speechless.

He knew if he dared to complain, his mother would pretend to wipe her eyes, talk about how hard it was to be pregnant for over five years, and if he stayed disobedient, she’d smack him.

With a bitter face, Li Zheng started feeding.

..

In the skies above the Vatican.

Feeling the force of devouring behind him, the middle-aged Heavenly Master’s face was full of grief, and he thought sorrowfully: "This poor Taoist is incapable, being... Hmm?"

He suddenly found that the expression of the opposite Pope was somewhat dazed.

Not just the Pope.

Even the fervent underground prayers halted.

No.

It wasn’t completely stopped.

Some people, with even more fervent posture, knelt on the ground, kowtowing towards him, as if greeting their sacred.

From such a distance.

The middle-aged Heavenly Master couldn’t hear what they were saying.

However, the Catholic believers around those fervent followers could clearly hear them chanting:

"Death Bird, it’s the Holy Beast Death Bird!"

"Our Lord is great!"

"Rebirth Bliss!"

Only now did the similarly shocked Third Rank Life realize, and subsequently become even more astonished.

That great figure was actually the Holy Beast of the Rebirth Sect?

..

Some slow-reacting Catholic followers gradually took notice.

Why did the sky turn dark?

They looked up and fell into stupor.

In the vast void.

A giant black Crow, its size beyond measure, in a soaring pose, occupied most of the sky, gazing down from above.

At this moment.

What’s the Holy Jesus?

Not even as big as the opponent’s feather fibers.

What Holy Thunder Heavenly Master?

The gathered thundercloud was not even as large as the opponent’s eyeball.

At this moment.

All descriptive words became scarce and powerlessness.

At this moment.

The humans on site finally realized what true greatness is.

At this moment.

They understood what truly covering the sky and hiding the sun means.

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