American Exorcism Male God

Arctic Ocean, Verkoyansk, Harbor Gas Station.

No one could have imagined that in such a freezing place, a large gas station would be built, hidden between the crevices of icebergs.

"Hasn't arrived yet?" Xu Yi looked out the window of the waiting room, gazing towards the end of the icy sea.

Of course, Xu Yi's soul was in the Dream World, and the reason he could see the real world was thanks to the Annabelle doll.

What he had not expected was that he would find Annabelle's dreams within the Dream Rift River.

After so many years of growth, the soul born within the doll had intelligence that could rival that of humans.

After he entered Annabelle's dream, the "Symbiotic Eye" became effective once more.

Not only the Symbiotic Eye, he could also speak through Annabelle as a medium, though his voice had a "puppet" flavor, very stilted and deliberate.

"Should be soon." The voice virtually whispered in his ear.

Xu Yi turned his head to find the Annabelle doll sitting on Maria's shoulder.

Maria's hair was loose, she wore a fuzzy bear skin hat, and a long knife hung at her waist as the cold wind lifted her woolen coat.

Years had gone by, and Maria had matured quite a bit, already appearing every bit the qualified warrior, but her eyes remained as clear as ever.

A black dot suddenly appeared at the end of the icy sea, drawing closer and closer, until Xu Yi could make it out clearly—it was a giant military transport plane with no national insignia, a true "Three No's aircraft."

The transport plane would refuel here before flying directly to the Ocean Base in the Arctic Ocean.

Without question, the transport before him belonged to the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization, and it was also Xu Yi's hope for entering the Burial Ground with his physical body.

"The transport plane has arrived! Hurry up and get ready!"

A figure burst into the waiting room suddenly—it was a young man in his twenties, with messy hair, a pale face, and thick dark circles under his eyes that gave the impression of someone frail, the epitome of "young, but physically hollowed out."

The young man was wrapped in a thick military coat, which bore a small insignia at the collar—an amalgam of lightning and flame striking an ancient, circular stele.

This was the emblem of the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization, known as the "Ancient God Pattern."

Indeed, the young man in front of them was a member of the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization.

To bury a body in the heavily guarded Burial Ground without an inside man—how could that be possible?

"Can we trust this guy?" Xu Yi asked.

"We've investigated him. He was abandoned by his parents as a child and was brought up by his grandmother who made a living doing odd jobs. He's a filial person."

Maria answered softly, "Now his grandmother has fallen seriously ill; common medical treatments are of no use. We promised him that as long as he gets the items into the Burial Ground, we will provide the secret medicine to cure his grandmother."

"Doesn't the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization have such secret medicine?" Xu Yi was puzzled.

Logically speaking, an organization that could suppress the Ring of Destruction shouldn't lack such things.

"Of course they do, but the medicine requires points to redeem, and Bob is just a peripheral member. By the time he has enough points, his grandmother would probably have been buried long ago," Maria explained.

"Since he can betray the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization, is there a possibility he could betray us?" Xu Yi frowned slightly.

"Very likely," Maria nodded, "but this is the only choice we have. Most importantly, his grandmother is now being treated at a hospital in Boston."

Xu Yi nodded; Boston was essentially their stronghold. While their methods weren't the most honorable, having a hostage was a stark necessity.

"Hey, hey! You're discussing your conspiracy out loud in front of the person involved, is that really okay?"

Bob, unable to bear it any longer, said, "Besides, I'm not some traitor; I'm just a worker for the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization. At most, I'm just taking some kickbacks, isn't that a common occurrence?"

"Let's hear your plan," Xu Yi said, unfazed by the complaints. His discussion about this matter with Maria in front of the other party was, of course, meant as a warning.

"The plan is simple. You'll hide in a box, and after the transport plane takes off, rumbling for over ten hours, the box will reach the Ocean Base. You find a chance to sneak into the Burial Ground, and that's that!" Bob clapped his hands together.
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"It sounds as simple as hitching a free ride," said Xu Yi expressionlessly.

"Of course!" Bob exclaimed confidently.

"Maria, can we really rely on this guy?" Xu Yi suddenly felt the future was bleak.

"Hey, hey! You can question my character, but not my ability!"

Bob was unwilling to let it go, "Sister Maria, you know I'm the most reliable person around. It was with my help that you successfully killed that monster."

He stared at Maria, trying to get her to vouch for him. But the next second, he was "shot through the heart."

"Indeed, Bob is not reliable, so we will need to make our own efforts afterward," Maria replied.

A harsh grating sound filled the air as the transporter landed on the deceleration track and steadily approached the gas station.

"The transporter is here. Let's stick to the plan!" Bob had no time to chat anymore and hurriedly pushed the door open to leave.

The hatch of the transporter opened, and the first person to disembark was a middle-aged man with a potbelly. Bob approached him with a smile plastered across his face.

Middle age often brings with it the crisis of hair loss. This man's crisis was particularly severe, with only a few strands stubbornly clinging to the top of his head.

The man wore a suit and tie and carried a black briefcase, looking like nothing more than a common office worker from the city.

Could it be that the transporter wasn't from the Ancient God Sacrificial Organization? Xu Yi was filled with confusion.

But looking at Bob gave him a different impression—as if it was more than just enthusiasm, almost sycophantic.

Bob couldn't possibly mistake his own boss, could he?

However, very soon, he didn't have that doubt anymore.

Eight figures jumped down from the plane and lined up in front of the hatch, dressed in black "Chrysalis Armor," emanating an aura so oppressive it was suffocating.

Wanting to safely enter the cabin meant first distracting these men, and Xu Yi was very curious as to what method Bob would use.

"Manager Caiden, our people have prepared a welcome feast for you," Bob said softly.

Caiden was all business, "That's not necessary. Just fill up the plane with fuel, and we will leave immediately!"

"There won't be any delay. It'll take some time to fill it up anyway, and the banquet is something we've prepared with great care."

Bob gestured toward the lounge.

Caiden followed the direction of Bob's finger and saw the metal doors slowly open. Dancers with ample curves sat on either side, winking at Caiden, deliberately exposing their pale thighs.

Caiden swallowed his saliva secretly—who could resist such a temptation?

"Since you've prepared the banquet with such sincerity, it would be a waste not to attend."

Caiden coughed and then regained his composure, looking at those present as if nothing were amiss.

"The brothers have all worked hard, too. Let's all go together; the more, the merrier!" Bob looked toward the eight guards present.

Caiden knew well that if he didn't let them go, morale would crumble, but the transporter couldn't be left unattended.

"Number 3 and Number 5, you stay for now, we'll rotate in half an hour." After a moment, the experienced Caiden came up with a solution.

Just two guards remained, significantly reducing the difficulty of entering the cabin. But Xu Yi had underestimated Bob—two female soldiers suddenly appeared, walking toward the remaining guards.

They wore uniforms, but their actions and demeanor made it obvious they weren't real soldiers—a bold red lipstick, heavy makeup, and swaying hips as they walked.

If it weren't so cold outside, Xu Yi felt Bob might have had them wear slits up to their thighs.

The "female soldiers" began to idle chat with the guards left behind, getting closer and closer.

"Is this a military refueling station or a nightclub!" Xu Yi expressed his amazement.

Then he suddenly changed his tone, "Since Bob has created such a great opportunity, we can't waste it. Let's start the action!"