Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Raphael suddenly stopped.

In the blood coral reef.

Abeztibu and Bar stood among them, looking at Raphael.

For a moment, in this dark seabed, among the blood-red corals...

Angels and demons gathered together.

One is pure white, and its wings are sacred.

One is hideous and ugly, bizarre and evil.

Looking at Raphael, a hint of worry flashed in the eyes of both Baal and Abeztibu.

It’s over.

It turned out to be an archangel!

Archangels and demon kings are of equal rank, with Michael even rivaling Lucifer. However, neither of them is a true demon king, and even the strongest, Baal, is merely a pseudo-demon king.

Can we really withstand such an existence?

The two demons exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

Across from him, Raphael looked at the two men with a hint of disgust in his eyes. "The demon Baal, once the chief god of Canaan, one of the oldest beings, I never thought he would fall to such a state. His strength has improved quite a bit, though, he has become, well, a pseudo-Demon King."

When Raphael mentioned the pseudo-demon king, he paused for a moment, because there was no such distinction among angels.

Below the archangels are high-ranking and low-ranking angels, and there are no others. At most, there are some detailed divisions within the same rank, such as the class divisions of cherubim and victors.

Among the demons, there has been a pseudo-demon king, stronger than a high-ranking angel but weaker than an archangel. How did he manage to do that?
Raphael wasn't in a hurry; they couldn't run away anyway.

Thinking this, he did not delay any longer and made his move directly. A pure white, holy sword blade appeared out of thin air and slashed straight down, causing the surrounding seawater to boil instantly.

Even in the dark and sunless depths of the sea, a large vacuum zone appeared.

All the giant sea creatures, deformed beings, and so on, were destroyed at this moment.

Only that patch of blood coral remains.

Baal and Abeztibu unleashed their full magical power, using the Blood Coral Reef as a magic circle in an attempt to withstand the attack.

but……

After holding out for only a second, the white light blade broke through the magic array and attacked them.

"Damn it!"

The two demons' eyes were bloodshot, but the next moment...

bang bang bang! ! !
The blood coral reef burst open instantly, and the surrounding space shattered in an instant, forming a huge spatial black hole that frantically sucked up everything. At this moment, the seawater even surged back in a terrifying manner!

Baal and Abeztibu also swept into the seawater, attempting to enter the spatial black hole along with the seawater.

The edge of a black hole.

The two demons finally revealed a faint smile of relief at having survived a calamity.

That's right, from the very beginning, their plan was not simply to fight against the angels.

Since we don't know what rank of angel it is, but someone who can violate the sacred covenant like this must be a demon god, the one sent by Heaven cannot be a low-ranking angel; at the very least, it must be a high-ranking angel.

Therefore, the two demons plan to divide the battle into two layers. If the opposing side consists of high-ranking angels, the two demons can defeat them by joining forces. In that case, this magic circle is simply an auxiliary measure.

If something unexpected happens, such as the two demons being unable to defeat each other even when they cooperate, then this magic circle will shatter this space, open a spatial black hole, and banish the two demons.

Although they will be forced to lose themselves in the spatial turbulence for a long time to come, struggling in agony, it is still better than death and can be considered their last resort.

I didn't expect it to actually be used.

Of course, if they had a choice, they wouldn't really want to use this thing...

But there was nothing they could do; they couldn't possibly win against the archangels, not even by a second.

Next, they will face the endless void. Hopefully, the demon lords will pay more attention to them...

Just as they were thinking this.

Whoosh! !

A pure white feather appeared out of thin air, suddenly enlarged, and sealed off the entire black hole, blocking the two of them completely in front of it.

Raphael stood before them, a hint of disdain on his face, and spoke softly.

"Simple wisdom."

From the moment he discovered the two of them together and felt how fragile the space below was, Raphael already had many guesses in his mind.

Sure enough, the two guys chose the worst one out of the thirty-six guesses.

After saying that, Raphael casually tied up the two demons, his expression not much changing. There was no way around it; the gap between a Demon King and those below the Demon King level was too great. Raphael felt that the fact that Raphael had come to take action personally was already a favor to the cause of eliminating evil.

Next, once Gabriel is found, he can be taken back to Uriel for trial, and his relationship with Gabriel can be thoroughly investigated.

It would be best to know what that Gabriel guy is up to in the shadows.
What does it have to do with hell?
Raphael finished thinking all this in a flash, and the olive branch in his hand glowed slightly, turning the two demons into two wooden statues.

They immediately prepared to leave.

As for this spatial black hole, His feather is enough to suppress it, and it will slowly recover to its original state in a few years.

But just as Raphael was about to leave to search for Gabriel's whereabouts...

Whoosh! ! !
The feathers blocking the black hole suddenly burst open, and a hand emerged from the pitch-black hole.

That hand was long and slender, with distinct knuckles. Just looking at it gave one a sense of perfection. And in that hand, a silver coin engraved with the image of Judah was being played with, which exuded a crazy magic.

One glance is enough to make one want to... possess it!
The moment this hand and silver coin appeared in the world.

The world suddenly changed, and the invisible sacred covenant began to shake violently, attracting the attention of another archangel in Heaven.

The dark clouds that Raphael had previously dispelled over the Red Sea have reappeared, even more so than before. Countless illusions of greed are emanating from these clouds, which will ignite the deepest, most intense desires within anyone who sees them.

Greed can lead to the sacrifice of everything, causing one to become incredibly cunning, drastically change their temperament, and become impulsive and easily angered...

This strange illusion continued to spread outward with the dark clouds, affecting half of the world in the blink of an eye. But in fact, it was not magic, but simply the "aura" that came with the appearance of the Demon King, or rather, the strange phenomenon that came with his status.

Even so, it was already comparable to the commotion caused by Baal's painstaking efforts and the use of the pseudo-Demon King's power.

At this moment, this hand that triggered everything, without even revealing its entire body of white skin, flicked its thumb lightly.

The silver coin flew out in an instant.

Heading towards Raphael. Raphael didn't hesitate for a moment, reacting the instant the hand and silver coin appeared. The olive branch in his hand flew out, carrying a scorching holy light that struck the palm. At the same time, the crown of thorns on his head tightened slightly, the thorns digging into the flesh, and the light of the blood jade scattered around.

Raphael stood motionless, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the silver coin.

The silver coin, seemingly defying the laws of physics, was slowly but steadily hurled towards Raphael in the deep sea.

Raphael didn't flinch; he just stood there, staring intently at the silver coin.

Raphael's holy power flowed continuously, constantly disrupting the surrounding space.

The silver coin shattered the space, and He blocked it with His holy power, interfering with the space. In a short moment, this space had been broken more than 7,200 times, and was repaired again in an instant.

This explains why the silver coin moves so slowly, while Raphael remains stationary.

He has now recognized the owner of the silver coin and the hand—the greedy demon king, Mammon!
He was once an angel, but later fell into hell and built the Pandemonium, a place for all demons, including demon gods and demon kings, to live in, representing and tempting the world with the demon king's greed.

As for that silver coin, it was Mammon's usual method. It contained the greed of a large number of living beings that He had collected, as well as the power of the Demon King. It was a one-time use Demon King artifact!

Extraordinarily powerful.

At this time.

He threw out an olive branch powerful enough to pierce a planet, which struck the black hole. Just as it was about to land on his palm, a new palm appeared. This palm was not fair, but its lines were beautiful, like those of the most perfect bodybuilder, strong and powerful.

Clench your fist and slam it hard onto the olive branch.

boom! !

The space kept exploding and repairing itself every few ten-thousandths of a second.

And that familiar wail, which they had just heard not long ago, rang out again in the ears of all the high-ranking figures.

Ahhhhh——

That was the world's cry of pain.

Less than half an hour later, it reappeared, startling many hidden creatures around the world. Some even wondered if the ancient war of gods had started again. Many of the hidden creatures could no longer resist and began to try to investigate, only to be captured by current human technology and theories. But let's leave that aside for now.

Raphael frowned deeply at this moment. He hadn't expected that another demon king would suddenly appear on the other side. Yes, that's right, it was definitely another demon king!
Unexpectedly, the demon lords have joined forces. It seems Gabriel's plan is far-reaching and involves the demon lords of Hell. This guy is actually willing to compromise and bow down to evil for his extreme ideals. It seems he's truly rebellious and not far from falling into depravity.
As for the owner of that hand, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be that guy Belial...

Speaking of which, Belial was originally one of the angels, belonging to the first power angel. He was very strong and powerful. Now that he has fallen, his strength has obviously not become weaker. With just a tremor, he sent His olive branch flying.

Fortunately, that guy didn't seem to actually make a move and extend his reach into this world. Thankfully, he can still hold back. Take advantage of this moment to sever Mammon's arm. If we can lure him out, it would be best to kill him on the spot!
His eyes flashed with a sharp light, but when he saw that hand reaching out to touch the two wooden statues of Baal and Abeztibu, his expression instantly turned grim.

If this continues, everything will be for naught!

No, I have to use it...

Wow! !

A blood-red light burst forth instantly, enveloping the deep seabed.

sizzle-

next second.

The silver coin returned to normal speed, tearing through the deep sea and space at an almost abstract speed towards Raphael. Raphael didn't dodge at all, letting the silver coin hit him squarely in the chest.

Snapped! !

"Ahhhh!!!"

An extremely shrill scream came from the spatial black hole, and the fair hand trembled violently.

Raphael smiled and arrived in front of the black hole. He took the olive branch that had just been knocked away and smashed it hard into Mammon's palm.

Dang! ! !
The strange sounds, like the clanging of metal, the wailing of heaven and earth, and the weeping of all living beings, all converged in this one point.

boom--

The sea water exploded.

The raging, incomparably powerful demon king's energy wantonly destroyed space, and the spatial black hole began to expand rapidly with each breath, making the world's cries of pain suddenly more pronounced.

Raphael looked at the hand that was rapidly disappearing into the black hole with a regretful expression. The next second, he flapped his wings, and pure white feathers fell down, like paper windows covered with glue, sealing the spatial black hole.

Whoosh whoosh.

Feathers flew out as if they were free, completely filling the black hole.

Wait until the waves of the sea and the world's cries of pain cease.

The eighteen feathers on Raphael's wings had lost their luster and white radiance.

It shook, and eighteen feathers fell.

Raphael breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking down at the seabed, at Abeztibu bound by olive branches and his bleeding severed finger, a slight smile appeared on His face.

This battle was finally worthwhile.

Raphael landed on the seabed and, instead of rushing to look at the severed finger and Abeztibu, immediately removed the crown of thorns.

Puff puff...

A series of tiny cracking sounds rang out.

Raphael's head was riddled with tiny holes, a dense, gruesome sight. Pale golden blood was oozing from them. The numerous tiny wounds were not healing—no, they were healing, but very slowly, like the healing of a mortal's wounds.

Raphael held the thorn crown, which still retained its blood-jade color, in his hand and breathed a soft sigh of relief.

"The Crown of Thorns is indeed a sacred relic that the Lord once wore and that is stained with divine blood. Mammon must be seriously injured by the backlash now. However, the side effects are a bit too great."

The Crown of Thorns, once woven by Roman soldiers into the shape of an antagonist and placed on Jesus' head as a sign of humiliation, now represents healing.

Just now, Raphael used the Thorn Crown's damage reflection ability to return the silver coin's power dozens of times stronger, directly injuring Mammon.

The price was that a large amount of Raphael's blood and holy power were drained, his wounds were difficult to heal, and he could not use the Crown of Thorns for a period of time, or he would die.

However, it was all worth it. Being able to counter the Demon King's power and inflict serious damage on him is enough to prove its value. If the two of them had fought back and forth, who knows how long it would have taken to achieve any results.

Raphael put away the Crown of Thorns, looked at Abeztibu and the severed finger bound by olive branches, and waved.

The powerful holy energy burned the severed finger to stop the bleeding.

Then Raphael flapped his wings and disappeared, along with the olive branch that bound the two objects.

just.

Eighteen dull white feathers, and wisps of demonic blood, barely perceptible to the naked eye, mixed with the sand of the seabed, still lingered in this area. What would become of them remained unknown. (End of Chapter)