Blueberry Assassin

America, 1980.
No sooner had Xu Yi transmigrated than he was put on the dissection table; then he gradually came to understand the true nature of this world.
"Studying medicine can't exorcise undead demons; I must become an exorcist!" he resolved silently to himself.
On a misty, rain-soaked night.
"Miss Evil Spirit over there, the night is cold and damp; be careful not to catch a chill! Come over here and warm yourself by the fire!" Xu Yi said, holding a lighter, as the pale gold flame slowly approached the other.
The Evil Spirit shrank back, looking at Xu Yi with fear.
"Don't be afraid, I just want to warm you up..." Xu Yi's face broke into a warm smile, "by setting you on fire!"
Ding dong! Ding dong!
"Sign-in at the Land of Fear successful, Resurrection Coin awarded!"
"Synthesis pathway requirements met, do you wish to combine the following entries?"
Psychic + Scholar + Painter = Psychic Painter!
Saintly Offspring + Gunfight Technique + Revolver Mastery = Holy Gunslinger!
Undead + Revelation + Holy Nation = God!

American Exorcism Male God

If the Ancient God were dead, the situation would certainly not be like this.


"You think you can kill me? How pitiful and laughable, creatures!"


That voice was ethereal yet commanding, filled with a profound sense of contradiction.


Xu Yi looked solemn as he watched a wisp of black smoke drift out from the void, constantly changing shape. It was the Ancient God's Soul that should have been annihilated.


He lunged forward, Dark Sun enveloping the black smoke, attempting to annihilate it, but the black smoke showed no reaction and couldn't be grasped.


The Soul of the Ancient God was formless and intangible. They had been able to harm It previously because It had been trapped in Jesus's body and was materialized by Divine Power.


Xu Yi's heart sank to the bottom, one might even say it was ice cold.


Chapter 439: The Death of God_2