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

"Three thousand Energy Points..." Chen Yu rubbed his hands together. He now had the funds, having saved some earlier. He could afford three thousand Energy Points, but he was hesitating about whether it was worth it. After all, that was a massive amount of Energy Points, and using them didn't guarantee the death of the evil spirit from the game of rules. If after the explosion he only harvested thirty-five Energy Points, that would be a huge loss.


However, if he didn't invest the three thousand Energy Points, he would need to play the game of rules. Even though Radiance's analysis could assist him and help him get through the game of rules, the clown obviously had a grudge against him, and who knew how many rules he had modified.


If there was a mistake, it would all be over, and flipping over would mean death.


Seventy-two Chapters: The Internal Rules of the Amusement Park