American Exorcism Male God

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Half an hour ago.

Carlyle sat on the rooftop floor, his face a portrait of utter bewilderment, after witnessing Xu Yi dissolving into the black water and then seeing Lisa leave.

At that moment, the rooftop door was pushed open, and a dark figure stepped in slowly. Carlyle turned his head alertly.

It wasn't a split-off of the Evil Deity. The figure looked somewhat familiar. After ruminating for a short while, Carlyle finally remembered, "You're the vampire from the plane? Why did you help us that day?"

"Because you are special," Barton answered blandly.

That day on the plane, vampires were grappling for the box containing Ryan's flesh, nearly harming Carlyle.

But it was all a play put on by Barton and Daniel. The whereabouts of Ryan's flesh were also leaked to him by Daniel.

Before the plan began, Daniel had emphasized repeatedly not to inadvertently harm innocent people, so the entire "robbery" was unusually restrained.

However, that alone wasn't enough to compel Barton to take action and fend off his own kind.

The first generation of vampires stood a certain chance of awakening innate abilities, and he was one of the lucky ones. His ability was "Premonition."

At the time of resurrecting Ryan's flesh, he had a premonition of impending doom.

At that moment, however, he thought that the worst-case scenario would merely be that a resurrected Ryan went berserk.

With the werewolves and vampires present, they could handle it completely, and Daniel was also there advising him. To cure the wasting disease, he made the risky choice to proceed.

That was also his most regretted decision.

The reason Barton saved Carlyle was because of his premonition ability.

The instant he saw Carlyle, he had a premonition that she would be the next "Ryan."

"Do you like Xu Yi?" Barton suddenly broke the silence.

Carlyle was stunned; she could never have anticipated that Barton sought her out to ask about her feelings.

She couldn't deny it, and with her head lowered, said nothing.

Barton looked off into the distance, his gaze tinged with reminiscence, "I also had a girl I liked, to be precise, my wife, but sadly, they are all dead, killed by my own hands."

With a tone devoid of emotion, Barton spoke of the most tragic event, and Carlyle's body stiffened.

"Maybe they didn't want me to seek vengeance but just wanted me to live well. Yet, I still have to do it. Do you know why?" Barton turned to look at Carlyle.

"To lessen the pain in your heart?" Carlyle unconsciously covered the area where her heart was, a dull ache throbbing there.

Barton didn't continue this subject, and instead, intentionally or unintentionally asked, "Do you think if you died, Xu Yi would avenge you?"

Carlyle curled up, tears silently cascading down.

Her life had been saved by Xu Yi, and although he had always said that they were even, having saved each other once,

she knew after understanding Xu Yi's strength that Xu Yi wouldn't have died from drowning at all.

"I want revenge. Do you have a way?" Carlyle suddenly looked up, staring intently at Barton.

She knew he wouldn't have come to her for no reason. If he was mentioning revenge, he must have a method in mind.

Barton pulled out a syringe, the liquid within was bright and translucent red, refracting light like a ruby gemstone.

"This is the Ryan Blood Potion, it grants you tremendous power, turning you into Ryan. The monster that arose initially was defeated by Ryan, who then fell into a deep slumber."

After the resurrection of the Evil Deity, Barton revisited the Ancient Tomes left behind by the vampire lineage.

From the subtle clues in the text, he pieced together the true events of history.

Originally, upon Ryan's death, as the Vampire Progenitor, Dracula saw an opportunity. He had never been content living under Ryan's rule.

To legitimately claim the kingdom's throne, he sought to become the new "Ryan."

Thus, he consumed Ryan's flesh and blood.

At first, Dracula's powers did indeed amplify significantly, but soon after, he realized he had contracted a severe case of the wasting disease.

They are all descendants of Dracula, with his blood coursing through their veins; naturally, the wasting disease would manifest in them.

A similar fate befell the werewolves. The crazed Dracula, after contracting the disease, attacked the werewolf progenitors, feeding them his own original blood, hoping to exterminate the werewolves with it.

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Dracula, as the original vampire, what kind of devastating injury could have caused him to slumber beneath the ancient tomb for centuries?

The injuries were just an excuse; in reality, he used his slumber to delay the onset of the exhaustion disease.

"Why me?" Carlyle simply couldn't understand why she, an ordinary person, was chosen by the other party.

"I've told you, you are special."

Barton didn't explain much, but he also didn't choose to deceive her.

"Ryan's Blood Potion can indeed grant you great power, but that's assuming the fusion is successful. If it fails, there's only one outcome: death."

With Barton's power, he could easily force the Blood Potion on Carlyle, but he wouldn't do that. He wanted to leave a glimmer of hope for the surviving werewolves and vampires.

"You choose for yourself!" He placed the Blood Potion on the ground and turned to leave.

Carlyle stared at Barton's retreating figure, lost in thought. After hesitating for a moment, she picked up the syringe from the ground with trembling hands.

Could she really merge with the Ryan Blood Potion? And if she failed, what then?

Even if she succeeded, could she truly defeat that terrifying creature?

All her life she had been timid, even afraid to sleep in the dark at night.

She suddenly remembered something that happened while she was a dance teacher at the Finn estate. Her room, possibly due to a wiring issue, suddenly had no working lights.

It was a moonless night, and the darkness engulfed her room. She was terrified, huddling under the covers and shaking, fearing that some monster would leap out of the darkness and devour her.

She recalled an incident from her childhood, when a classmate, envious of her dancing awards, lured her into an abandoned equipment room under the pretense that their teacher had asked for her help to clean it.

Then she was locked inside. The place was so secluded that despite her screams for help, no one came.

At just seven years old, she tired herself pounding on the door and eventually fell asleep in the equipment room.

When she awoke, it was completely dark outside.

It was another moonless night. She was trapped in the pitch-black room, too scared to cry out loud for fear of attracting some monster, sobbing quietly as she trembled.

It wasn't until the next morning that she was found by the police.

After that day, she had to sleep with the lights on, often waking up suddenly in the middle of the night.

Her aunt, aware of her habit, always prepared a flashlight beside her pillow, but she had come in such a hurry this time that she forgot to bring a flashlight.

As she shivered, at a loss, the door suddenly opened.

"You're still up so late?"

Hearing Xu Yi's familiar voice, Carlyle was no longer afraid.

"Go to sleep early! Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy," Xu Yi, dragging his weary body towards his makeshift bed, fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

"What time is it? And still saying 'early to bed.'" Carlyle muttered quietly.

Something miraculous happened: Listening to Xu Yi's steady breathing, she inexplicably felt comforted and, before she knew it, fell asleep.

This was the first time in many years that she slept without the lights on, and she slept remarkably well.

But now Xu Yi was dead, and she would never hear that comforting breathing again.

Carlyle silently removed the cap from the syringe, aimed the needle at her arm, and stabbed it down fiercely.
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When she was very young, children who disliked her always snatched her toys, tearing apart the ones she cherished.

Whether she told the teacher or her mother, they would only advise her to be generous, saying it was just a toy after all.

Until one day, unable to bear it anymore, she fiercely hit the child who took her toy, making them cry out loud.

Though she was scolded by the teacher afterwards, she felt happy because, from then on, no bad children took her things anymore.

That was when she understood a principle.

If someone takes something you love, you can't be a coward or back down, but need to fiercely show them what you're made of!

Carlyle pressed the injection button, administering all the Blood Potion into her body.

Her eyes were filled with an unwavering resolve.

Ever since her encounter with a unicorn as a child, her "Sixth Sense" had become particularly strong, and she had a premonition that she would succeed!