Exorcist in America

If there's one place that is utterly silent, so quiet that it exudes a sense of deadly stillness, it would be the current Sognefjord.

One by one, the small towns that used to dot the fjord have now become ghost towns.

No sign of life, no trace of human presence.

Only the trash scattered along the roadside, blown by the wind, tells a story.

Only the halted sightseeing railway and the docked tour boats hint at the past.

Suddenly!

With a buzzing sound, from an unknown depth in the fjord, in an abyssal valley where no one has ever set foot, a massive disturbance occurred.

The rocky ground trembled, and a gigantic hand burst out.

With a thunderous crash, an arm extended to about 140 meters, taller than the nearby peaks.

The surface of the arm was layered with jagged, uneven boulders.

The entire ground shook as the arm bent and slammed down onto the mountain terrain below.

The wind howled, like roaring thunder.

Boom!

All the rocks of various sizes on the ground were blasted away by the impact, and the surrounding peaks collapsed.

A deep handprint pit, about 625 square meters in area, appeared out of nowhere.

The next moment, an even greater disturbance erupted.

Another massive hand emerged from the ground, repeating the same movement, slamming down.

Boom!

As the entire landscape transformed, a sound that could easily kill anyone within several kilometers resounded.

"I smell the scent of an enemy."

Rumble!

A large section of the mountains suddenly rose, and the ground cracked open with huge fissures, eventually revealing an upper body the size of a football field, then a head dozens of meters large.

Although its surface was covered in layers of rock, it had a human-like form.

"That is the scent of the enemy of my race!"

A voice like thunder boomed from the head.

"He is calling me! A fight to the death!"

The head rose high, followed by the enormous upper body, and finally, two legs over a hundred meters long.

A giant, over 200 meters tall, like a towering mountain, stood in the valley amidst continuous tremors.

Its massive, solid body resembled an indestructible fortress, with rocky skin glistening coldly in the sunlight, exuding an aura of invincibility. Each boulder seemed weathered and rough, yet carried an ancient, heavy charm.

Its limbs were thick and powerful, seemingly capable of easily shaking the earth.

"A fight to the death, Olaf!"

The voice, rough like stones clashing, shook the entire valley, with the wind howling and thunder rumbling.

The mountain giant, or rather the King of Giants, with crystal-like eyes several meters wide, stared intently in one direction.

It could sense a familiar aura continuously emanating, clear and unmistakable, unlike the previously vague sensation.

This felt like a constant provocation.

Though not fully recovered, it couldn't resist the urge to tear its mortal enemy to pieces.

The giant king's eyes gleamed, and it reached out to grasp a small peak, pulling it up like a human plucking bamboo shoots.

The peak, rooted in the mountain for countless years, was effortlessly uprooted by the giant king, with boulders rolling down and causing constant tremors, eventually transforming the peak into a giant stone axe.

If York was present, he would feel a sense of familiarity, as this resembled his telekinesis field, forcibly altering an object's shape.

But unlike York, the giant king seemed to control stone innately, as naturally as humans breathe, making the peak transform into an axe.

"I am coming, Olaf! To the death!"

The giant king's voice shook the valley, and it leaped upward.

Effortlessly jumping out of the thousand-meter-deep abyss, it reached the surface of Sognefjord, its body towering over the surrounding peaks, running towards its destination with a force that could easily tear human bodies apart.

Every step it took was like a drumbeat on the fjord, producing a deep, powerful sound, reverberating like thunder and shaking the fjord's every corner.

Meanwhile, the wind around it grew wilder, its massive body tearing through the air, causing turbulent gusts like the roar of thousands of beasts.

Unknown distances away, over two hundred kilometers away, stationed troops stood on an invisible demarcation line, their faces puzzled.

"What is this?"

In the command center, the commander of the Norwegian army, Commander Momchil, looked down in disbelief.

It felt like the ground beneath them was constantly trembling, like a real earthquake.

This was something they hadn't encountered for a long time.

"An earthquake."

Next to him, Norway's Prime Minister's secretary and assistant, Secretary Larue, muttered, looking at the stern-faced Haldane.

"Haldane, what do you think is happening? Could it be..."

Haldane frowned at the sky, where clouds were mysteriously drifting away.

He understood the unfinished question but felt that the tremors and rumbling noises, along with the drifting clouds, didn't seem like the result of a battle. Instead, it felt like the reappearance of a long-lost giant, running towards Archbishop York.

Thinking of this, Haldane grew more certain of his thoughts. The giant king was heading towards Archbishop York.

Worry crept into Haldane's heart at the thought of Archbishop York, but he didn't forget to answer Secretary Larue's question.

"The noise from a battle wouldn't be this small," he said firmly.

"Otherwise, Archbishop York wouldn't have ordered us to retreat so far."

Secretary Larue and Commander Momchil exchanged glances and nodded in agreement.

At the same time.

Everyone in Norway could feel the giant king's approach, and York, deep within Sognefjord, could certainly feel it too.

His sensations were even more profound.

As the giant king drew closer, the ground beneath his feet trembled more intensely, like the epicenter of an earthquake approaching.

"As expected of the giant king, recorded to be 200 meters tall, such power from this distance."

York stood before a pile of prepared warheads, feeling the oncoming air currents with a sense of awe.

"Impressive indeed!"

"Uncle York, this enemy seems really tough," said Alesha, feeling the ground shaking similarly to York.

"Do your best. If it gets too tough, we'll run," York said with a smile, feeling no fear. At worst, they'd both unleash their full powers.

"Mm-hmm!"

Alesha nodded with a smile. If they had to run, no one could stop her.

She could always hide in her own world, where no one could find her.

"Such grandeur," York said, raising his hand.

"Let's give it a proper greeting."

As he spoke, York enchanted the warheads sent by Norway with his power.

Given Norway's size and geographical position, its core weapons were anti-ship missiles. Though less powerful than nuclear bombs, York's enchantments significantly amplified their strength.

How strong, exactly? They'd find out with the first warhead, not aiming for significant damage, but to assess the giant king's strength and plan a targeted response.

Swoosh!

A sharp sound broke the silence as one of the trucks carrying warheads tilted upward, a dazzling flame shooting from its bed, generating immense thrust.

The warhead launched like a meteor, streaking across the sky towards the distance.

"Remote control initiated," York said, eyes calm, with a smile.

In his perception, the enchanted warhead extended his vision, becoming his eyes through residual magic.

With such an extensive view, the warhead quickly reached a farther distance, soon revealing a spectacular, breathtaking scene through York's extended vision.

A giant, as tall as a building, was charging towards him.

Beneath its feet were pits dozens of meters deep, and the noise from its movement, louder than a jet engine, echoed throughout Sognefjord.

The impact range was several kilometers wide, a tremendous disturbance.

"So this is the giant king? A stone man?" York thought, recalling a game he played in his previous life with a character renowned for its toughness.

"Let's see if it's as tough as the Molten Giant."

Following his intuition, York infused the warhead with his combined powers, directing it towards the charging giant king.

Though the warhead's whistle was quieter than the giant king's, it didn't escape its notice.

"I am Uru, King of Giants!"

The giant king's voice created whirlpools in the air.

"Die!"

The giant king didn't use any special skills, merely swinging its massive stone axe towards the incoming missile.

The 200-meter-tall giant's swing was awe-inspiring, compressing the air into a powerful shockwave.

The shockwave blew away nearby vegetation and rocks like a destructive storm, creating a deafening roar.

The stone axe, under the giant king's control, sliced through the air towards York's missile with a thunderous crash.

Boom!

The collision produced an ear-splitting noise.

Thunderous and shaking the entire space.

A blinding flash and thick smoke erupted from the impact point.

York raised an eyebrow: "Impressive strength, as expected of the giant king who fought against Saint Olaf II, possibly a divine being."

In York's eyes, the missile shattered under the giant's power and stone axe, with fragments flying everywhere, merely scratching the giant king like a mild itch.

As the residual power faded, York's vision of the scene slowly vanished.

"Uncle York?" Alesha asked, having seen the same scene, noting the giant king's formidable strength, and the warhead's insignificance.

"It's fine. We can test more before it arrives," York smiled, unconcerned.

With so many abilities and skills, York could counter any special enemy comprehensively.

Just as he had with Alesha's guardian, Pyramid Head,

 using magic to gradually wear it down.

"Since the warhead's strength isn't enough, I'll add more power," York said, lightly moving his right hand.

A warhead floated out, hovering in front of him.

"Compress psychic energy into a drill to enhance the warhead's penetration," York mused, creating a rotating drill tip with psychic energy on the warhead.

"Create a vacuum tunnel around it to boost its kinetic energy."

"Generate over 3000 degrees of heat from air friction."

"Double the enchantment."

With each mutter, the warhead underwent a profound transformation.

It was no longer just a warhead but a massive drill missile.

Alesha, puzzled, watched as the warhead was enveloped by an invisible, spinning drill and surrounded by intense heat, looking at her smiling Uncle York, thinking.

"Uncle York has so many tricks!"

York, unaware of Alesha's thoughts, snapped his fingers at the altered warhead.

"Go!"

In an instant, the floating warhead seemingly teleported, disappearing without a trace, quieter than the first.

But in York's eyes, its enhanced penetration, vacuum kinetic energy, and intense heat made it far more powerful than the first.

In just one second, the altered warhead appeared before the giant king.

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