American Exorcism Male God

Land of Ceris, the edge of the altar.

Xu Yi leaned against a pillar, closed his eyes to recuperate, when suddenly his complexion turned deathly pale, and he fell to the ground in pain.

The bloodstorm not only destroyed the Ghost Samurai; the consciousness he had attached to the Armor also suffered severe damage.

For that very reason, his connection with the Ghost Samurai was forcibly severed.

His brain was hazy, feeling as if he had been up for three consecutive nights without a single full night's sleep, and now he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep soundly.

But he knew he couldn't, now was definitely not the time to sleep!

"Xu Yi, what's wrong?"

Ed noticed Xu Yi's abnormal state and hurried over, his face full of concern.

Xu Yi had no strength to reply; he took out a dagger and violently pierced his thigh. The intense pain made him instantly alert, and he reconnected with the Ghost Samurai.

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On the outskirts of Bru Town.

In a barren forest, the soil suddenly began to move, and Fick crawled out of the ground.

The moment the bloodstorm appeared, he sensed something was amiss. He dug a deep pit in the ground and hid inside, avoiding disaster.

"What astonishing power!" Fick said with a light chuckle of admiration.

He was in a very good mood at the moment, as the troublesome Ghost Samurai had finally been dealt with. Once the Evil God Michael completed the Baptism by blood, this matter could finally be put to rest.

But his face suddenly showed an astounded expression, followed by indescribable anger.

The previously silent Ghost Samurai began to tremble, and the faint light in its pupils lit up once more.

It's still not dead! What a vile thing!

Fick erupted in anger. If it weren't for the fact that approaching now would attract the indiscriminate attack of the Evil God, he would have wanted to personally go and grind the Ghost Samurai to ashes.

Xu Yi reestablished the connection with the Ghost Samurai and began to assess its condition.

It was as bad as it could be; only one hand remained, and it was broken. How was he supposed to confront Evil God Michael like this? Was he supposed to bite with his teeth?

Xu Yi scanned his surroundings, attempting to find the remains of the Ghost Samurai amid the ruins.

He didn't find the remains of the Armor, but he saw something else; his rotating head suddenly froze, the light in his pupils stilled, as if extinguished.

Amid the ruins stood the remnants of a structure, likely where a beam had been. The concrete wrapped around it had dissipated in the storm, leaving exposed rebar.

A tiny figure hung from the rebar; the sharp steel had pierced her left chest, and she looked like a little bird caught on thorns.

The wind blew, and the little girl's body swayed unsteadily, her only leg fluttering along with the white cotton skirt.

Lil' Alice, this strong little girl, the Ghost Samurai's only believer, had still been unable to escape the fate of death in the end.

The storm had swept up the fleeing convoy, and the little girl was thrown high into the air. Although she didn't fall into the eye of the storm, her body had been impaled by rebar as she fell from the sky.

Miraculously, the little girl still clutched a doll in her hands.

It was difficult to imagine the strength a little girl would need to hold onto something in her hand amidst the whirlwind; to her, that thing must have been very important.

But what surprised him was that the doll was very crudely made; Xu Yi exerted a great deal of effort before recognizing it—it was actually a plush doll of the Ghost Samurai.

Why had she held so tightly onto a doll of the Ghost Samurai? It wasn't even worth a dollar, was it? He simply could not understand.

Yet inexplicably, he felt an emptiness within, unable to articulate exactly what he was feeling.

If Xu Yi had understood the little girl's background, perhaps he would have grasped the reason why.

For Alice, after the only grandmother who loved her passed away, she had nothing left in this world to cling to. The belief that sustained her was to protect her grandmother's house and take care of the small white cat, Mimi.

But Mimi was not only a stray cat, she was also an old cat, and would soon leave Alice as well.

Alice was aware of this; she had planned that when Mimi died, she would buy a coffin and they would lie in it together.

She would leave a note, asking Uncle Hans next door, to bury the coffin in the yard behind the house, because she had no extra money to buy a gravesite, and her grandmother was also buried there.

That way, she could always watch over her grandmother's house and live happily ever after with Mimi and her grandmother, as a happy family.

But the plans of the killer had disrupted her plans.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she was a bit worried about leaving Mimi alone and felt a bit of regret that she couldn't complete her plan for a happy family.

It was at this time the Ghost Samurai appeared.

Others said how terrifying the Ghost Samurai was, that he was an Evil God.

But she knew that Lord Ghost Samurai was a very gentle person, who not only took off the suffocating paper bag from her head but also thoughtfully helped dug out the top layer of dirt so she could use her hands to push the soil off herself.

Actually, she wanted to call out to Lord Ghost Samurai that day, hoping he would pat her head, just like her grandmother did.

But her grandmother said not to bother others, so she didn't say anything, just silently praying.

From that day on, she suddenly developed a desire to live.

Because she wanted to grow up properly and then find Lord Ghost Samurai to thank him in person.

The sound of footsteps roused Xu Yi from his reverie; the Evil God Michael had returned, realizing that the Ghost Samurai was still alive and prepared to come and annihilate him.

Xu Yi, controlling the Ghost Samurai, turned his head to gaze at the Evil God Michael.

For some reason, he had never felt as intense a desire to kill his opponent as he did at that moment!

In the shadows in the distance, Fick revealed a relieved smile on his face, he even wanted to burst into laughter; the Ghost Samurai had completely lost the ability to resist, and the Evil God was about to kill him!

Just then, the sound of a sonic boom came from the sky, and Fick abruptly looked up to see a trail of fire falling from the horizon.

Has the government gone mad, launching a large missile at this time?

Frightened, Fick jumped up from the ground, instinctively wanting to run away.

He had chosen this place specifically because there were many surrounding villages, and it wouldn't be possible to evacuate everyone right away; the government wouldn't likely launch a large missile.

After running a few steps, he suddenly stopped; it didn't seem to be a missile.

The trail of fire headed straight for the Evil God Michael; Michael dodged, and as the trail of fire hit the ground, there was neither a shattering of earth nor a sky-filling blaze. The fire trail fell silently to the ground.

Fick saw clearly what was inside the trail of fire; it was actually a knife, with black patterns moving on the crystal red blade, and the thorn-like hilt flickering with a sinister glow.

The long knife was slanted into the ground, black and red flames entwined around it, and the fiery breeze scattered the dust on the ground.

What knife was this? And why would it appear here?

Fick was full of questions, but suddenly his eyes widened; he saw a shocking scene.

The Evil God Michael was deliberately distancing himself from that knife, fearing the fire on it.

He suddenly realized that the long knife was something even more terrifying than the Exorcism Holy Relic.

"It's fine! Even if the knife is formidable, it's just an inanimate object. Without someone to wield it, it can't unleash any power," Fick repeatedly reassured himself.

His heart gave a sudden shudder; the Ghost Samurai, lying on the ground, propped up his remaining body with a severed hand, the fire in his pupils as fierce as erupting lava.