Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

In a dark place, Gabriel's consciousness was hidden, observing the outside world in some way.

"Fortunately, it was Raphael who came, not that cold-faced madman Uriel. There is still room for the plan to be implemented."

He was not worried about being discovered by Raphael.

As a messenger angel, His abilities inherently include this kind of related aspect. In this regard, unless Michael himself is present or He uses His power, even other god-king level beings cannot discover Him.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to conceal the magical fluctuations at the level of a demon god from the Holy Covenant.

Unfortunately, in the end, that bastard Baal ruined everything. Despite making such a great effort, he still failed. Just thinking about this made Gabriel grit his teeth in hatred, wishing he could devour that good-for-nothing Baal whole!

That's right, He didn't resent Louis, because their positions were inherently hostile, so whatever He did was right, and there was nothing to say.

The key is Baal. That idiot unleashed the power of a pseudo-Demon King, yet he still couldn't defeat a single main god!
It's a disgrace to demons and a stain on hell!

If only they had done the same thing during the War of the Gods.

"Phew~ Don't get angry, don't get angry. My emotions are very unstable right now, but I can't really fall into depravity. I just want to prove my beliefs and fulfill my initial vision, not to fall into depravity. So I must calm down. All of this is for the sake of achieving a greater ideal!"

Gabriel muttered to himself as his consciousness gradually calmed down.

"Baal failed, and his fate is unknown. The situation of Abeztibu, who was summoned halfway through, is also not good; he is most likely dead."

"Raphael is only kind to people; he has always been resolute towards demons."

"So, all I can do now is contact Mammon again to see if there's any possibility of continuing the plan."

“If things are beyond our control, then I’ll have to do it myself.” Gabriel’s eyes gleamed; he was prepared to give everything for his ideals.

"I remember, during the War of the Gods, I sealed away a few things and also threw away some troublesome gadgets. Among them, I think one of them was related to that Mephisto guy..."

"In addition, I need to find a way to get my other soul back, otherwise my power will never be complete and I will not be able to complete the last step."

"Now, contact Mammon first."

As a messenger angel, He was capable of traversing space and worlds to reach any desired location, and He readily began searching for a suitable spatial rift.

just.

"Oh, look, look!"

"Who is this! My dear brothers and sisters, the exceptionally handsome Archangel Gabriel, what has happened?"

A strange, eerie voice suddenly came from the darkness.

!!!

Gabriel suddenly turned his head.

But then a handsome man with black hair and black eyes, who looked carefree and nonchalant, slowly walked out. His black eyes looked at Gabriel with a very mocking gaze and a condescending air.

Gabriel's expression changed drastically: "Lucifer!!"

As he spoke, his body reacted before his mind, instinctively taking out a horn. The horn was incredibly ancient, shaped like a bull's horn, only slightly thinner and longer, with a pale yellow metallic sheen and occasional flashes of golden patterns, like holy light.

This is... the horn of destruction.

Legend has it that God gave seven angels to sound the seven trumpets that heralded the beginning of the end of the world.

Later, for various reasons, these horns came into the hands of the four archangels, with Gabriel taking command of one of them.

Upon seeing Lucifer appear, he instinctively drew his most powerful weapon, ready to deliver a brutal blow.

He smoothly took it out, ready to blow it.

Lucifer's eyebrows twitched.

I never expected the other party to be so decisive.

"Stop! You can't blow the horn now!"

Gabriel belatedly realized what was happening, put away the Boundary Horn, and looked at Lucifer with apprehension. "What are you doing here?"

"There's no need for this kind of attitude when old friends meet," Lucifer said, shrugging with a helpless expression.

"Heh, who said you're an old friend, you rebellious son?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes: "Fine, fine, you're still putting on this hypocritical act even now."

"You yourself are about to fall into depravity, so why accuse me of being rebellious?"

"Shut up!!"

“I haven’t fallen! I’m just pursuing my ideals. My emotions were a little extreme, which caused my condition to be unstable, but it’s still under control. I know clearly what I’m doing, which is different from your rebellious attempt to be equal to the Lord and openly defy Him!”

"So, I don't need you to accuse me of depravity. You're not worthy. After all these years, Lucifer, your rhetoric has become clumsy!"

Gabriel looked at Lucifer with disdain.

Lucifer remained silent.

Weird.

After telling lies for so many years, you finally tell the truth once, why don't you believe me?

Looking at Gabriel, "Uh, I mean it... Okay, I won't say anything more. Anyway, it looks like you're not far off. In short, I'm here to see you make a fool of yourself."

???

Gabriel looked at Lucifer with slight surprise.

"That's right, I came here to laugh at you. I watched it all from beginning to end, and I have to say, you guys really amused me."

"It was a not-too-bad show that relieved me a lot of boredom," Lucifer said casually, snapping his fingers lightly, and one fiery illusion after another appeared and vanished at his fingertips.

Mammon's conspiracy, Valak's defeat, Mammon and Gabriel's cooperation, Mammon's plan, Baal's failure, Gabriel's fall and escape...

Each image is clearly visible.

Gabriel remained silent as wisps of holy light began to emanate uncontrollably from his surroundings, and even the wings on his back began to glow faintly red, as if symbolizing his extreme anger.

His mental state collapsed.

God!

'Lord! Why am I so unlucky! To have to cooperate with such a foolish creature as the devil!'

'From the very beginning, that guy was exposed to Lucifer's eyes. And yet, what makes him think he can become the most powerful demon king, even if he's just a piece of trash?!'

'I shouldn't have trusted the brains of such a stupid thing as the devil. I should have gone it alone from the beginning, otherwise things wouldn't have turned out like this...'

'...'

Seeing Gabriel's face turn red, Lucifer laughed with satisfaction, as if he were admiring a beautiful sight. "Fantastic! Fantastic! Just like that! I've wanted to see you collapse from this state of redness for a long time, unable to maintain your composure any longer!"

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

"you wanna die!"

Because he is now in a conscious state and his soul is incomplete, Gabriel no longer takes out the Horn of Annihilation. Instead, he takes out a golden longbow with wings, places his hand on the bowstring, and a light arrow automatically condenses. He draws the bowstring taut, and intense holy light begins to gather within it.

But— "Are you sure you want to attack me?"

Lucifer remained calm and motionless.

"Let Raphael find you? You know that in your current state, an arrow you fire wouldn't even pierce my skin. Why bother?"

"Don't you think you'd do anything for your ideals? You'd even cooperate with the devil."

"In that case, why not just continue to be patient?"

"Aren't you right, Gabriel?"

"..."

Gumbling—

Gabriel reluctantly put down his bow and arrow. Yes, once is forbearance, twice is forbearance, how can forbearance not be forbearance? For the sake of ideals, everything can be compromised, including his own insignificant thoughts.

Tolerate!
Seeing Gabriel lower his bow and arrow, Lucifer's smile became even more sincere, his gaze flashing across Gabriel's wings.

At the base of the wings, a barely perceptible wisp of gray had begun to shimmer.

“My dear friend, first of all, I must tell you that I am not just here to laugh at you, but also to help you out.”

"Help me? Help me with what?"

“I know you want to cooperate with Mammon to cleanse the world and filter out the humans who can truly survive, but all of this is predicated on having enough power or no enemies to stand in your way.”

"That's why you chose to cooperate with Mammon, but things have turned out this way. Now you either continue to cooperate with Mammon, or you go it alone. But you should also know that either way, your chances aren't great, unless..."

"Unless you get my help."

“You know I’ve never cared about humanity, so it doesn’t matter whether you cleanse humanity or not. Besides, I have an agreement with that guy. The main thing that the Holy Covenant binds is me, so I will not rule the world. I pose no threat to you.”

“I can help you, help you and Mammon descend to this world, help you cleanse humanity, and help you fulfill your ideals.”

"All I need is for you to do something for someone."

"Who is it?" Gabriel, who was completely smitten, asked curiously.

"You just met him, that new god."

“Him?!” Gabriel looked at Lucifer in disbelief, not understanding why the other would pay such a high price for such a person.

"Of course, that's not all. You'll also need to work with me to deal with Michael and Uriel. At that time, the souls of those who are not fit for the task in this world will belong to me."

Lucifer said this.

A realization flashed in Gabriel's eyes. Lucifer had three objectives: first, to deal with the new gods; second, to deal with Michael and Uriel; and third, to obtain the vast number of souls in the mortal world and make a killing.

Perhaps, acquiring so many souls and dealing with that new god was a covert scheme to increase their power, break the sacred covenant, and once again confront the Lord?
The more Gabriel thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

After a moment's thought, Gabriel smiled. "I think we can talk about this in detail."

"Of course, my dear friend."

Lucifer was all smiles.

But his gaze inadvertently drifted to the base of Gabriel's wings.

……

Orlando.

Arsen, Constantine, and the others rushed back to headquarters.

Along the way, all the Apocalypse Warriors and military institutions in Orlando mobilized to protect them, and pedestrians were driven away. No one objected to this.

After all, this place is no longer under the rule of the supposedly peaceful and free United States, but a region of faith in a god, not a lawless land.

Moreover, those whose jobs were affected could receive compensation from the city hall, and businesses were not allowed to fire these people because of the incident. The compensation and considerations were very thorough, so there was virtually no resistance from the public.

We returned to headquarters without any major issues.

Upon his return, Van Helsing was immediately surrounded by a large number of Apocalypse warriors.

"By order of the Apostles, Van Helsing is in extreme danger. Please go to the containment chamber temporarily and do not leave until the threat is eliminated," said the leading Apocalypse Warrior.

The group of people all frowned.

Everyone knows Van Helsing is special and dangerous, but he has always been one of our own. It's still hard to accept that he would take such action as soon as he discovers the danger he's in.

Yulenka's voice came through the loudspeaker: "Don't worry, it's just necessary supervision. Of course, you can also interpret it as... protection. After all, you know better than I do how dangerous his current situation is."

Yes.

The reincarnation of an archangel...

"Alright, everyone, don't worry about me. This apostle is right. My current situation is indeed not suitable for me to wander around outside. Finding a place to hide temporarily is a good choice. Oh no, do I have any black cocoa beans in my room? I like that stuff."

"Of course, sir, we have prepared a luxury suite and president-level treatment for you."

"Oh ho ho, sounds good. Wan's going to enjoy himself first. See you all later."

"Well, but when His Majesty the God returns, remember to tell me that I've done such a great service this time, I think I should be qualified to ask the God to execute Dracula, right?"

"of course."

After speaking, Van Helsing smiled, waved to Quinlan and the others, and walked into the closed door.

Watching the other person walk inside.

Yassen and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

“Alright, everyone, stop staring blankly. There’s still another problem,” Kunlan said, pointing to Angela, who was silent and carefully observing her surroundings.

Constantine rubbed his forehead. "My head hurts."

"Apostle! Could you temporarily take Angela in as well?!"

Yulenka's voice, sounding distorted from the speaker, rang out again, "Of course, but are you sure?"

Constantine and the others exchanged glances and nodded. "That's it. Now, apart from headquarters, she has nowhere else to go. If even headquarters can't stop Mammon, then there's nothing we can do."

"Okay, I'll arrange another containment room."

click-

The closed door next to it was also opened.

Angela walked in silently, her emotions remaining stable throughout. She didn't yell or scream like the brainless heroines in movies, nor did she lose control of her emotions or do anything foolish. She also didn't suspect Constantine and the others, or rather, even if she did suspect them, she didn't do anything irrational.

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief as the closed door shut.

"Gentlemen, shall we all go home now...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Arsen interrupted, "Let's talk about what's next. I have a feeling our enemies won't let this go so easily. They're probably plotting something somewhere, waiting to strike again." (End of Chapter)