Running A Cemetery in North America

Sun Yan patted his shoulder reassuringly and said, "In my hometown, there's a saying, 'If it's meant to be, it's not a disaster; if it is a disaster, you can't avoid it'. Since the Morolick Clan has long been secretly watched by the Exorcist Association, we don't need to worry about the subsequent matters. Even if it turns into a mess, surely more capable people will come to clean up."

Seeing a black dot approaching at the end of the highway, which was the bus heading to the city, Sun Yan perked up and said with a smile, "Alright, everyone, no matter what, it's time for us to go home now."

...

Gold Mine Town.

The Sheep's Eye Tree, which had already transformed into a towering tree, was launching a frenzied attack on the members of the Exorcist Association firing RPGs in the valley.

A branch slammed against the mountain wall, causing more branches to spread out as if splitting, extending in all directions.

Wherever it reached, the hard rocks were entirely covered by tree roots, with countless sheep eyes opening wide, watching those Exorcist Association members attacking with military hardware.

It seemed that these individuals had long been prepared for the methods of the Sheep's Eye Tree, as they all wore black masks on their faces, unlike Sun Yan and the others who were affected by the enchanting powers of the Sheep's Eye.

"Hey, what a beautiful Evil God, I never thought that group from the Morolick Clan would actually summon this one. Unfortunately, what they don't know is that the Sheep's Eye Tree's sacrificial requirements include not only blood but also souls, and the Evil God behind the Sheep's Eye Tree is not easy to deal with."

Carl, who got out of the jeep, looked at the giant tree, which already exceeded thirty meters in height, and said with a delighted smile.

"Captain, if we allow this Sheep's Eye Tree to continue growing, the situation will soon be out of control. When do we take action?"

A member on the side couldn't help but ask.

Even an Exorcist would feel a chill upon seeing a giant tree over thirty meters tall, covered entirely with sheep eyes, continuing to grow wildly.

"Prepare for battle, try to keep a complete specimen, this Evil God's body is still valuable for our research."

Carl nodded and then took an AK-47 out of the jeep's trunk.

The Exorcist Association collaborates with the Demon Exorcism Armament Factory, and the firearms and bullets they use are all infused with holy water as exorcism treasures.

They can inflict significant damage on any evil spirit, malevolent apparition, evil god, or demon.

Therefore, even if someone in North America secretly summons an avatar of an evil god, it won't result in too severe consequences.

After all, even an evil god cannot withstand millions or tens of millions of exorcism bullets, even Satan's avatar would risk being turned into a beehive.

Thanks to the exorcism ammunition, the Exorcist Association has consistently held the upper hand in their struggle against the North American Evil God over the years.

With Carl's command, all special forces members of the Exorcist Association raised their firearms and began shooting at the Sheep's Eye Tree.

The exorcism bullets struck the bark of the Sheep's Eye Tree, continually bursting into numerous pure white sparks.

That was precisely the reaction of holy water when encountering evil objects.

Buzz!

The majority of the Sheep's Eye Tree's body was enveloped in dazzling white flames as a result of the modern weapons' attack.

Just as Carl and the other members of the Exorcist Association assumed they had the situation under control, figures suddenly emerged in the areas covered by tree roots.

They bore the most distinguishing features of the Blood Race: pale skin and fangs, with pitch-black eyes and a lifeless appearance, precisely the members of the Morolick Clan buried beneath the ancient castle.

Tree roots were embedded in the backs of these Blood Race members, connected like cords to their spines.

When the Blood Race members lifted their heads, with limbs twitching, they swiftly charged towards Carl and the others.

Some of the Blood Race were Counts, Marquises, and Dukes, with their backs splitting open to reveal bat-like wings, taking flight.

"F**K! Shoot!"

Upon witnessing this sudden and strange sight, Carl was filled with shock and anger. The number of Blood Race members flying at them was in the hundreds, swarming like a dark cloud, casting the valley into darkness.

A torrent of exorcism bullets poured out, engaging in a firefight with the Blood Race.

The sound of gunfire was incessant, even accompanied by the blasts of grenades.

As Carl continued to fire, he became increasingly panicked, transitioning from initial calmness to a cold sweat.

Because to his horror, he discovered that the Blood Race members rooted by the Sheep's Eye Tree couldn't be killed by the exorcism bullets!

The exorcism bullets containing holy water only ignited a few clusters of white flames on these monsters' bodies, having minimal impact on them.

"Shit! Shit!"

Seeing a Blood Race member charging toward him, Carl quickly discarded the empty-magazine AK-47 and drew a fine steel dagger, stabbing it into the Blood Race's face.

Sizzle!

As the dagger pierced into the Blood Race's face, a sound like a branding iron scorching meat echoed, and white smoke continuously emanated, diffusing around.

It was evident that the dagger Carl used was also some kind of exorcism item.

"Ah! Captain Carl, save me!"

Not far away, a team member was unfortunately caught by the Blood Race at close range, the Blood Race's jaw opening up into eight portions, biting directly into the person's vulnerable neck.

Numerous sharp teeth penetrated his skin, beginning to draw the flowing blood from the main artery.

In just a few seconds, the team member's body shriveled visibly, the light in his eyes dimming accordingly.

Such tragic scenes were not isolated, but happening continuously.