Flying Milk

Traditional exorcism: holy water, a priest's useless babble, and the need to know the demon's true name—it's just too much hassle.
The innovated exorcism:
["You demon spawn, eat my laser weapon!"]
["Flagship, do you see that demon?"]
["Main star-annihilating cannon, charge up!"]
["Fire the cannon, and let it blast the hell out of them!"]
"Oh? Who said all Exorcists were pushovers?"]

The Heavily Armed Exorcist in America

"I've said it before, you can't kill me like this!" The clown had completely lost his prior elegance and amiability, now looking like a monster. That mouth split open to his ears, along with those sharp fangs, made one feel psychologically uncomfortable."


Chen Yu slightly furrowed his brows, knowing that although he could keep killing to accumulate Energy Points, figuring out how to leave this place was also an issue. 


He could tell he was in a strange space, somewhat resembling Veil's St. Mary's Orphanage. If he couldn't find the exit to this domain or kill the master of this domain, leaving would be quite difficult.


"Let's play a game, you son of a..." the clown swore, having received so many uninvited human guests, but this guy was particularly lacking in morals, firing his gun without a word, always just shooting. And what was most weird was that the firearm was actually effective against him?


Chapter 71: Rules of the Malevolent Spirits