American Exorcism Male God

Dracula's complexion suddenly turned ashen. A flash of black and crimson flames sparked from his body, and the blood fog dissipated downward.

Xu Yi wanted to laugh with abandon, for he knew the outcome was decided!

He was well aware that due to a vampire's sensitivity to blood, injecting poison into the body of a wild deer would undoubtedly be detected.

At that moment, not only would he fail to weaken the opponent, but he would also alert them, causing the sneak attack plan to fail.

So, what he had infused into the body of the deer was not poison but human blood, his own blood.

Besides being human, he also bore the identity of an Evil God.

For an Evil God, blood was the medium.

Just now, he had used the authority of the Evil God to drive the blood within Dracula's body, bringing forth the Demon-Suppressing Flame.

The Demon-Suppressing Flame appeared for only a brief moment, merely a flash, but in certain moments, it was deadly.

The instant the exorcism flame appeared, the bullet of Judgment simultaneously arrived. Dracula had three weak spots on his body: between the eyebrows, the heart, and the throat.

"No!" Dracula roared in anger.

Originally, by burning his primeval blood, he could forcibly block the bullets, but now the blood mist had been weakened, and the bullets pierced flesh and blood, hitting his weak points.

A strange fluctuation descended upon him, and Xu Yi seemed to see three vortexes of the Fog of Obscurity forming on Dracula's body, spinning in different directions.

The flow of the vortexes suddenly stopped, as if the clock of life had been frozen.

High Noon had arrived—slaughter effect triggered!

In a roar filled with reluctance, the ages-old Vampire Progenitor collapsed to the ground with a thunderous fall.

[Entries devouring initiated, devouring in progress...]

System information appeared, and Xu Yi had no time to rejoice as a strong sense of dizziness suddenly overcame him. He steadied himself against a nearby tree to remain upright.

The dizziness, apart from being a symptom of his severe abdominal injury, was also an after-effect of triggering "High Noon has arrived." The Fog of Obscurity within him had been hollowed out.

He had intended to take Dracula's skeleton with him, but upon reflection, he decided to abandon the idea.

With the Treasure Box damaged and its space unavailable for the moment, leaving with a skeleton while he was severely injured was far from simple.

Moreover, he had no idea how to extract the primeval blood from the skeleton.

Of course, the most important reason was that if he took the skeleton with him, he would have to face a relentless pursuit from a large group of werewolves and vampires.

To risk his neck for uncertain gains was not in his nature.

Having achieved his objective, Xu Yi no longer hesitated and turned, sprinting down the mountain.

Beneath the mountain was a turbulent river with a yacht moored on the bank. It was something Xu Yi had prepared in advance, intended to quickly escape from werewolves and vampires.

Amid his hasty sprint, he took out a syringe from his pocket. The potion was made from the Leaf of Redemption.

Upon injecting the potion into his body, the bleeding in his abdomen improved.

Xu Yi jumped onto the yacht. The engine roared, and the propellant stirred up a white wake on the surface of the river.

The pursuing werewolves and vampires stood on the riverbank, watching as Xu Yi made his escape. They could have continued the chase, but with the Progenitor's skeleton in their hands, there was no need to complicate matters further.

Besides, how easy could it be to deal with someone capable of taking down the Vampire Progenitor?

Xu Yi set the yacht to autopilot and lay on the deck, waves of weakness washing over him.

Although Dracula's hand blade had not pierced his heart, it had penetrated his abdomen, severing his intestines into several pieces.

The Leaf of Redemption could only heal wounds and had no effect of resurrection, much less could it restore the intestines to their original position.

If he couldn't get to a hospital in time for surgery, Xu Yi might not live much longer unless he used a Resurrection Coin.

In this bizarre world, the body of an ordinary human was indeed at a great disadvantage.

But Xu Yi suddenly laughed, for he had finally received the information he had been waiting for.

[Entry Devoured Successfully!]

[Congratulations on obtaining "Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry Fragment x1"] Continue reading at empire

[Congratulations on obtaining "Blank Entry: Wings of Blood (Green Epic)"]

[Wings of Blood: 0/100

Description: Bone grafting into the body, wings of blood unfold.

Ability 1 - Levitation Flight

Ability 2 - Blood Escape]

When Xu Yi saw the Wings of Blood, his eyes lit up.

Flight has always been one of mankind's dreams, and Xu Yi was no exception, but now was not the time to consider this. He tossed the "Wings of Blood" into the entry library.

[You now possess "Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry Fragment: 5/5" and it will automatically synthesize into "Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry (Red Common)"]

[Caution: Equipping the "Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry" will involve deep modifications to your body and result in unconsciousness, so please be mindful of timing.]

Xu Yi's brow furrowed slightly; he hadn't anticipated this, but his guts were torn apart, and if he didn't equip the Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry now, he might lose his life.

The yacht docked, and Xu Yi looked around, seeing a deserted forest before him.

Without much time to consider, Xu Yi let the yacht drift away, so it wouldn't reveal his location.

"If only I had asked Lisa to delay her trip to Japan!"

Xu Yi exhaled deeply. Yesterday, Lisa flew to Japan to retrieve the Monster Blood from the Ghost Samurai.

But these were minor issues; by now, the Annabelle doll had significantly recovered and was at least able to fend off wild beasts.

Xu Yi felt the last bit of strength in his body being drained away; he crashed headlong into a cave.

Hyper Accelerated Regeneration Entry! Equip!

...

Boston, a secluded Vineyard Manor on the outskirts.

An ancient altar lay hidden deep within the manor, its black stone floor etched with intricate grooves. From a bird's-eye view, those grooves formed the pattern of an Eternal Flower.

At the center of the altar was a cylindrical stone platform, on which lay charred chunks of flesh; these were the remnants of Ryan.

Barton looked around, his mood unclear whether it was excitement or anxiety. He took a deep breath and resolutely commanded, "Begin!"

A large group of werewolves and vampires stood on either side of the altar. They sliced their wrists in unison, and thick, pungent blood flowed into the grooves.

The blood moved within the grooves, converging toward the center, as if "lighting up" the black altar with its freshness.

The stone platform at the altar's center drew the blood flowing towards it, and the blood sprung up like a fountain onto Ryan's remains.

The charred shell peeled away and the remnants absorbed a massive amount of blood, becoming more vivid, but that was it; there was no sign of life in Ryan's remains.

"The time has come!"

The mysterious figure, shrouded in a black robe, stood beside Barton and softly reminded him.

Barton retrieved a glass vial from his bosom, the blood inside a dark purple hue - it was the Progenitor Blood of Dracula.

As he prepared to walk toward the altar, an inexplicable palpitation struck him, making him ask hesitantly, "Are you sure this will resurrect Ryan?"

"Even if it doesn't resurrect Ryan, we will obtain more active blood, making it easier to develop potions."

Seeing Barton's indecision, the mysterious person continued, "Don't worry, haven't we already implanted that thing into the remnants of Ryan? Should anything unexpected occur, we'll be able to handle it."

Barton finally made up his mind, striding towards the center of the altar and twisting off the cap of the vial.

In the moment just before he was about to pour the blood out, he thought he heard someone roaring at him to stop. Barton was a bit stunned, but before he knew it, the Progenitor Blood had already been poured onto Ryan's remains.

"It should be fine!"

Barton reassured himself. Even if Ryan were to come back to life, the many werewolves and vampires present, along with the item previously embedded in Ryan's flesh, should be sufficient to handle him.