American Exorcism Male God

Fick stared blankly at the Ghost Samurai Armor, finally noticing the anomaly—it was bones! An extra skeleton had appeared inside the armor!

The surface of the skeleton was covered with fresh flesh, which was shockingly golden in color.

Countless tiny tendrils, also golden, sprouted from the flesh, twining around the broken pieces of armor and reassembling them.

The armor was reborn, and the golden flesh that repaired the cracks looked like some sort of bizarre pattern, giving the entire armor a unique aesthetic appeal.

Naturally, the skeleton was the Bone of Nightmares. In the midst of fending off the Evil God Michael, the Bone of Nightmares had finally arrived.

Xu Yi hadn't expected that the evolved Bone of Nightmares, upon discovering the shattered Ghost Samurai Armor, would develop a desire to fuse with it, leading to the scene before him.

Michael suddenly turned around, his indifferent pupils revealing impatience.

He teleported in front of the newborn Ghost Samurai and used the same trick, piercing the armor with a dagger.

Though the dagger, specially geared for him by the Ram Cult, wasn't a Holy Artifact, it could still be called a Divine weapon—extremely sturdy. Yet when it collided with the Bone of Nightmares, it snapped off instantly.

The evolved Bone of Nightmares had a degree of sturdiness that was incomparable to before.

Xu Yi violently threw a punch, utilizing combat techniques as the newly reborn Ghost Samurai, his power several hundred times that of a human body.

The target of his fist was Michael's chest, which had once been wounded by a Great Exorcist, a known weak point.

When the fist collided with the chest, a thunderous boom echoed.

Xu Yi's expression shifted slightly. The force of his punch, capable of blasting a large hole through more than ten centimeters of iron plate, left the opponent unscathed, while he himself was forced back two steps by the recoil.

Fick watched the battle from afar, a brutal skirmish between two fierce beasts. Fists pounded, bone hands slashed across, buildings collapsed in chunks due to the battle, with deep pits scattered across the ground.

Battles between supernatural beings are usually bizarre and obscure, but Michael or the Ghost Samurai, both opted for this most primitive and dangerous method of combat.

Fick was increasingly irritated; in terms of strength and speed, the Evil God was dominating, leaving the Ghost Samurai without the power to resist, just taking a beating, repeatedly knocked to the ground.

But the opponent rose again and again, like an indestructible cockroach, becoming more and more valiant the more it fought.

He really couldn't understand what was the point of this fight?

Time went by, and Fick suddenly found his breathing growing rapid.

Even though Michael still had the upper hand over the Ghost Samurai, Fick keenly sensed that something was off.

As the fight proceeded, the Ghost Samurai's momentum grew stronger, while Michael's punching power weakened with each strike.

What in the world was happening? It felt like Michael's power was being siphoned off by the Ghost Samurai!

Fick became even more agitated, vehemently stomping on Hunter's corpse to vent his rage.

Xu Yi manipulated the Ghost Samurai to lunge at Michael once more, the black-gold flames replacing his pupils revealing excitement.

Deserving of great expectations, the Bone of Nightmares, with its Divine-power absorbing ability, was truly a natural-born God Slayer!

The Ghost Samurai was indeed no match for the Evil God Michael, but as time elapsed and the Bone of Nightmares constantly nibbled away at the opponent's Divinity, the tide would change—Michael would eventually be slain by the Bone of Nightmares.

Michael's intelligence was not yet awakened, but he instinctively sensed that something was amiss, fear appearing in his pupils for the first time.

He punched the Ghost Samurai back. Usually, he would follow up with an immediate counterattack, but this time he didn't, standing still in a daze.

But Xu Yi felt something ominous, a chilling sensation down his spine.

He suddenly heard wailing, as if a thousand, ten thousand devils were weeping beside his ear, the sound sweeping in all directions.

The vehicles carrying the residents of Bru Town had already driven far away, but they were still affected by the wailing. Everyone inside felt as if their brains were struck by a heavy blow, some passed out on the spot, while others screamed in agony, clutching their heads as blood streamed from their orifices.

With no one controlling the military vehicles, those with luck only collided with the car in front, and the less fortunate flipped over, taking everyone inside with them.

The black and golden flames in the Ghost Samurai's pupils flickered violently as he struggled against the wailing sound, and Xu Yi grew increasingly anxious, because this terrifying wail was merely a prelude to the enemy's attack!

Blood-red streams of air rose from the body of the Evil God Michael, whirling around Michael, gaining speed with each rotation.

The hurricane formed, initially just enveloping Michael, but as time passed, it grew larger and taller.

The high-ranking officials at the City Hall, who were observing the battlefield from a distance, silently lowered their binoculars, staring blankly at the scene before them.

The blood-red hurricane soared into the clouds, connecting heaven and earth. The clouds were tinged red by the hurricane, and debris flew everywhere; it was like the end of the world.

The hurricane swept over everything, be it the town's buildings or the forests beyond the town.

The vehicles that had escaped from Bru Town were also affected. Positioned on the fringe of the hurricane, they were not pulled directly into its center, thus avoiding a fate of being ground to bits.

But the immense suction flung the vehicles high into the air before slamming them down with a thunderous crash.

"Is this the power of an Evil God?" The worldview of the officials in New York was severely shaken.

Even from such a distance, they could feel the strong winds; the temporary camp was nearly blown away, their clothes snapping in the gale.

A steel plate was sucked into the center of the hurricane and in the blink of an eye, the solid steel disintegrated into dust.

It was hard to imagine what terror awaited at the center of the hurricane.

Xu Yi was right in the center of the blood-red hurricane, which the Evil God had summoned specifically for him.

The hurricane was not merely terrifying in its crushing force; those blood-red streams carried a powerful quality of "Annihilation," one that even the Bone of Nightmares could not withstand.

The Ghost Samurai was in grave danger within the blood-red hurricane; his outer layers of armor shattered, his golden flesh annihilated, and his gray bones were exposed, with cracks running along them.

The black and golden Demon-Suppressing Flame emanated from the Ghost Samurai in an attempt to counter the blood-red hurricane, the flames flared wildly before being blown out completely.

After an indeterminable length of time, the blood-red hurricane slowly dissipated, and the Ghost Samurai was flung out by the last gust, crashing heavily to the ground.

Those items that had been swept high into the sky by the hurricane now began to fall: the remains of buildings, ancient trees reduced to mere trunks…these remnants had only been on the edge of the hurricane, so they were not entirely destroyed.

The debris fell around the Ghost Samurai, even smashing directly onto his head, but the Ghost Samurai remained motionless.

The Ghost Samurai's body was covered in armor, but now its original appearance was unrecognizable.

Most of his torso was crushed, with only the left chest attached to a severed arm, the rest of his limbs gone without a trace.

Only the head remained intact, although the light within its pupils had extinguished.

The Ghost Samurai lay quietly among the debris, as if dead.

"Sir, shall we launch the missiles?" An officer on the temporary observation post asked the person in charge in a soft voice.

"Do you think a small missile could deal with that monster? And if we deploy a large missile, do you know how many towns are around and how many people haven't had the chance to evacuate?" The person in charge stared at the officer with an icy gaze.

The officer was at a loss for words, stepping back in shame.

"Have you contacted the church? These matters are better handled by professionals." The person in charge inquired of a communications officer beside him.

"The church's people are on their way here, but it will take some time before they can arrive."

The person in charge fell silent for a moment, then sighed deeply, "Let's evacuate the people from the surrounding towns first! If it really comes down to it, we may have to try launching a large missile... or alternatively, reach out to that organization."