America: The Cremator

Chapter 100 Dad, I'm so scared...

Lucas, Elena, and Dania instantly understood and, without any hesitation, charged towards the newly formed black shadow from three different directions.

Suron's eyes were icy as he raised "Sirius," the muzzle of the gun precisely locking onto the moving figure of the ghost nun.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Six pure silver Magnum bullets were fired in less than two seconds, forming a straight line of fire that all blasted into the back of the ghost nun's head.

Each bullet exploded in the same spot on her head, peeling away the layers of her hard skull until a huge hole was punched through it, from front to back, and billowing black mist gushed out from the wound.

Then, golden flames rose from Sulong's palm, directly covering the scorching "Sirius". The primordial fire surged into the chamber through the gaps in the magazine, condensing into a pure golden flame bullet inside the barrel.

A desperate last stand! The seventh shot!

The blazing golden fireball shot out of the barrel and blasted straight into the hole in the back of the ghost nun's head, blasting her entire skull into charred fragments that flew everywhere.

Just as the ghost nun lost her balance, Dania suddenly rushed forward from the right.

She leaped high into the air, the chainsaw in her hand roaring deafeningly, and with immense force, she cleaved down towards the ghost nun's waist.

The silver-tungsten alloy chain saw cut through everything in its path, severing the ghost nun in half at the waist.

Its upper and lower body crashed to the ground, turning into two thick clouds of black mist that quickly dissipated into the puddles.

At the same time, Hannah finally rushed to the wall covered with wooden shelves and took down the Bible, which was surrounded by countless old books in the center.

She took a deep breath and pressed her palm firmly onto the cover of the Bible.

Crimson holy blood slowly seeped from the holy mark in the palm, soaking the moldy cover. The moment the black mold came into contact with the holy blood, it made a sizzling sound, and a pale golden light burst forth from inside the Bible, intertwining with the luster of the holy blood.

The black mold, as if scorched by a raging fire, emitted wisps of blue smoke, quickly withered and fell off, revealing the exquisite and elegant dark leather underneath. The rustic gold-stamped patterns, illuminated by the light, once again radiated the brilliance of a sacred object.

At that moment, the pages of the books on the shelf began to turn wildly again, and the ghost nun's figure reappeared from the shadows of the bookshelf, her withered claws aimed straight for Hannah's back.

Sensing the murderous intent behind her, Hannah turned around abruptly, instinctively raising the Bible in her hand in the face of danger.

Snapped!

A crisp sound, like a slap.

The Bible, which had just regained its luster, was slapped squarely onto the ghost nun's pale face.

The surface of the Bible burst forth with an even more dazzling golden light than before, like a small sun exploding in the water prison.

The ghost nun let out an extremely shrill scream, her tall body flying backward as if struck head-on by a battering ram, crashing heavily into a stone wall more than ten meters away.

Surong's voice rang out at that moment: "Hannah! The Bible in your hand is a powerful relic; it seems to have approved of you!"

Hannah was taken aback. Looking down at the Bible in her hands, which radiated a soft glow and felt warm to the touch, she asked in disbelief, "Really?"

"Really! Use it to suppress that monster!"

Hannah was taken aback by his words and asked hesitantly, "What should I do?"

"Try singing a few lines of a hymn!"

Upon hearing this, Hannah cleared her throat and slowly began to sing a clear hymn, the melodious tune echoing in the damp, cold water prison.

As if resonating with the hymn, the Bible slowly floated up from Hannah's palm and then automatically opened. A strong and pure golden light suddenly emerged from the white pages, shining directly on the ghost nun who had been swatted away.

The ghost nun let out a heart-wrenching scream, and plumes of white smoke billowed from her body. Her enormous, two-and-a-half-meter-tall body began to shrink at a visible rate.

The exposed arms withered and shriveled rapidly, and the pale fascia taut on the bones broke and peeled off, revealing the charcoal-black skeleton underneath.

In just over ten seconds, the terrifying monster that exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression shrunk to a height similar to Hannah's.

Elena glanced at the portable measuring device on her chest, a hint of joy appearing on her face: "The stability of the Ghost Realm is rapidly decreasing! Its power is being suppressed!"

Upon hearing this, Su Long immediately unscrewed the lid of the wine flask at his waist and took a big gulp of wine. The cool, warm liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, instantly dispelling his mental fatigue and making his mind clearer than ever before.

He drew the silver-tungsten alloy dagger from his waist, spraying the remaining holy wine in his mouth evenly onto the sharp blade. The next second, primordial fire ignited simultaneously on his palm and the dagger.

Then, Su Long mobilized the power of [Ode to Flesh and Blood], his leg muscles suddenly exerted force, the water beneath his feet exploded, and he transformed into an arrow, instantly covering a distance of dozens of meters, rushing to the ghost nun who was struggling in pain in the golden light, and fiercely driving the dagger burning with golden flames into her heart.

"ah-"

The ghost nun let out a piercing scream, her body exploding with a violent shockwave.

Suron was violently blasted away by the force, crashing into the wall behind him. Lucas, Elena, and Dania were also forced back by the impact.

"Mr. Suron! How are you?" Lucas rushed forward and helped Suron up.

Just as Su Long was about to answer, a violent, dizzying sensation suddenly struck him.

He suppressed his dizziness, activated his spiritual vision, and was horrified to discover that the space around him was shattering like a broken mirror, with countless cracks appearing.

On the other side of the rift lies an even deeper, more ominous darkness.

This damn thing wants to drag them deeper into the abyss!

"Grab on! Everyone grab on! Don't get separated!" Surong roared, grabbing Lucas's arm. Looking up, he saw that Dania had already pulled Hannah along.

Elena, however, was alone and was pushed more than ten meters away by the shockwave. She was now struggling to steady herself, separated from them by a spatial rift that was constantly expanding.

"Elena!"

Su Long reached out to go over, but the dizziness became stronger and stronger, and his consciousness became hazy.

The next instant, all the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness vanished, and Su Long opened his eyes abruptly, finding himself standing on a dilapidated mountain road.

The air was thick with the smell of rusting iron and the stench of earth. The trees lining the road had long since died, their twisted branches reaching towards the gray sky like claws of a demon.

The metal guardrails along the roadside were rusty and collapsed in large sections, and the cement road surface underfoot was full of cracks, with weeds stubbornly sprouting from the cracks.

This is the Inner World, and unfortunately, it's currently nighttime there.

"Damn it!" Surong cursed under his breath, quickly changing the bullets on "Sirius" while cautiously looking around.

He saw Lucas standing not far from him, his back to him, staring motionlessly into the distance along the mountain road.

"Lucas?" Suron called out.

Lucas did not respond, which intensified Surong's unease. He quickly walked over and followed Lucas's gaze.

Just a few dozen meters away, in the middle of the mountain road, at the edge of the thick fog, stood a little girl quietly.

Su Long's hair stood on end instantly.

The girl's skin was deathly pale, devoid of any color, making her look completely unrecognizable as alive.

When he focused his spiritual vision on the girl, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The little girl's body—it had been torn apart and then stitched back together with some kind of thick black thread! Clear stitching marks could be seen on her neck, wrists, and ankles.

Su Long's voice was extremely low: "Lucas, don't go over there, don't fall into the trap—this is the Otherworld, one wrong move and you'll die."

Lucas's body trembled slightly, as if he had regained some clarity from a daze, and he was about to speak.

Just then, the little girl who had been stitched up suddenly spoke, her voice filled with panic and fear.

"Dad—I'm so cold, I'm so scared—I miss you so much."