Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

"no need."

A voice rang out in the center of the arena, and everyone looked at each other in surprise, raising their weapons and magic in unison to be on guard.

Louis emerged from the void.

Looking at these capable assistants, he nodded slightly and smiled.

"Everyone, you can leave now. This is over."

Without a second thought, the Apocalypse Warriors turned and left.

"Hey! Wait!" Constantine exclaimed. In his opinion, who knew if the person in front of him was really the new god? Maybe it was a demon or a god in disguise. He had seen such things before, and demons and gods really could do it.

But he was unaware of the special connection between the Apocalypse Warriors and Louis. These warriors, whose primary requirement for joining was being a devout believer, could all feel the sacredness and warmth emanating from Louis at that moment.

That was their Lord, so they did not hesitate at all.

Louis glanced at Constantine, smiled, and didn't take his offense to heart. At that moment, the five gods suddenly appeared. As deities, they could appear very quickly, directly from Los Angeles to this place.

"God."

Seeing this, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief, and the others also relaxed.

Louis nodded slightly: "Well done."

A golden stream of light flowed from his fingertips, landed on the Five Gods, and merged into them like water and milk.

"Ah~"

A cry of extreme pleasure drew the attention of Arsen and the others.

Noticing the gazes of those around them, the Five Gods quickly restrained themselves, but their divine light remained somewhat unstable. "Your Excellency, please allow us to go down and digest this."

"Go."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Whoosh whoosh—

The Five Gods immediately vanished.

That was a wisp of Louis's magical power. After advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm, Louis's strength increased significantly. With the help of his magic treasures, he could even contend with a pseudo-Demon King. This was partly because the Mysterious Water Lotus Platform, a Nascent Soul magic treasure, was powerful enough, and partly because Louis's essence had improved.

Louis, having become the Primordial Spirit Body, naturally possessed extraordinary magical power.

This is enough to give the Five Paths Gods, who are equivalent to true gods, a great feast, saving them years of accumulation.

Louis: "Don't worry about what happens next. I'll take care of it. You should all go back and get some rest."

Watching Quinlan, Tommy, and the others leave, Louis turned to look at Arsène.

"Second Uncle, how is Jason's treatment?"

Arsen exclaimed excitedly, "This is amazing! This corpse is simply, simply, simply like a god! It can fly and move through the earth, possesses immense strength, and can withstand attacks from mountains and demons. It's incredible!"

Jason's performance in this incident was not bad, and his performance was indeed terrifying, like that of a god or demon, in the eyes of Arsène Lupin, who was only a mortal.

However, Jason's current strength is actually a bit too much for Louis to keep up with, so...

Louis then retrieved Jason and the coffin, intending to re-examine them thoroughly to see if they could advance in rank.

After Arsen returned, a dark shadow suddenly pounced on him. Louis caught it, held it in his arms, and stroked the small, furry body.

"Master! I miss you so much! Woof woof woof!"

The little black head of the coal ball rubbed against Louis's chest, its big, wet eyes gazing at Louis with affection.

Louis stroked the dog's head. "Coal Ball, you did a good job. You've finally found your own path. Well done."

"Wang Wang!"

The little black tail swung back and forth like a fan, as if it wanted to break off, showing how excited it was.

"Come with me to the moon in a bit," he said with a smile, reassuring Coal Ball.

Louis looked at Constantine and Chase.

The main character in this incident.

"Your Majesty." Constantine approached with a fawning smile, his attitude completely different from before.

Chase rolled his eyes inadvertently, but smiled broadly at Louis.

"Alright, I understand what you mean. Your lung cancer isn't a big problem; I'll take care of it for you in a bit. Now, tell me what reward you want."

"Money? Treasure? Magic? Or something else? Just tell me."

He successfully delayed Mammon's arrival, which indirectly prevented Mammon from descending. He deserves credit for this, and since Louis plans to use him again, he will naturally reward him handsomely.

Constantine's eyes lit up.

I never expected the big boss to be so generous.

You should know that most gods are stingy. Even when they are generous, it's just a facade. They make grandiose promises like eternal life and unlimited wealth.

Then they often resort to underhanded tricks, like a curse, to make you lose the benefits you've gained and even your life. Greek mythology, Norse mythology, and various other mythologies are all like this. They will even say in a grand and respectable way: every gift of fate comes with a price tag in secret.

Look at the Venerable God, he's truly different. What he gives isn't exaggerated, but it's not outrageous either. This is real sincerity; there's no need to worry about him using underhanded tactics.

But what about a reward?

What are my wishes?
Constantine was momentarily confused.

In his nearly twenty or thirty years of life, he seems to have had many regrets, but upon closer reflection, these regrets have actually faded away, like faded photographs that only exist in memories, blurry and indistinct.

So...money?

Normally, he would have chosen money without hesitation, but at this moment, his heart told him, "It's not money! Money doesn't deserve it!"

For a moment, Constantine was stunned, his previous slickness gone, and Louis didn't urge him, but just watched Constantine make his choice with great interest.

Chase, standing nearby, was getting anxious. He looked left and right, wishing he could kick Constantine to remind him to come to his senses and not do anything reckless.

There was nothing he could do. Based on his understanding of Constantine and others, that guy was sometimes really unreliable. Who knew what outrageous things he might say!

Please don't!!

Inside Chase's heart, a groundhog was screaming.

Fortunately, Constantine did not disappoint him this time.

After a moment, Constantine made his choice: "I hope that Your Majesty can make me stronger."

"What I mean is, true strength, strength that is not constantly stripped away."

Constantine stared intently at Louis.

Yes.

He had already noticed it.

They sensed that Louis's power was extraordinary; it wasn't something that could be stripped away or severely affected like that of a god, but rather a deeper, more ancient power capable of altering one's very essence.

As for the deeper essence of things, he didn't know, but he wanted to try this power to change all his regrets with his own hands, and also to prevent himself from causing some irreparable tragedy someday because of his unreliable and reckless personality.

Louis squinted.

"What a bold wish!"

"However, I agreed."

Subsequently.

The light and shadow of the Mystic Lotus Platform flashed across Louis's body, and a life force shone upon Constantine.

"Ahhh~"

Constantine screamed as his body itched unbearably. A black, oily substance oozed from his body, emitting a foul stench and an unusually strong, acrid smell of burnt cigarettes. However, this was a good thing. Constantine felt better than ever before; not only was the pain in his lungs gone, but his body felt like it had returned to that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old—strong, energetic, and healthy.

But before Constantine could say anything...

Whoosh!
Another beam of light entered Constantine's mind.

"From now on, you will be my disciple, with a status second only to the apostles. Come back to me when you have condensed your Yin Spirit."

Having said that, he lost interest in speaking to Constantine any further.

A moment of temporal and spatial distortion occurred, with everything upside down.

When Constantine's vision stabilized, he found himself and Chase in downtown Orlando, a special place considered a holy site by the Church of the Apocalypse, where the Church's headquarters stood.

He stood there, and besides the joy of regaining his health, he was also thinking about something.

"I've become a disciple?"

He had a considerable understanding of Eastern culture and knew that the title of "disciple" represented a different status from the modern teacher-student relationship, which is more like a transaction than simply learning knowledge.

In the Eastern classics he had studied, it was said that disciples belong to the master-disciple relationship. Disciples should obey the master's orders as if serving a father, and the master will also impart skills to the disciple and teach the disciple how to walk the path of life. This is called being like a master and a father.

So, in short, he has a father now, well, I guess...

After a long pause, Constantine blurted out a sentence.

"I have a father now?"

Chas, standing nearby, didn't respond. Instead, he seemed a little dazed. He only snapped out of his reverie when he heard Constantine's words and quickly said, "Oh, I guess so."

"This, this can be considered a good thing. You've made a huge profit by recognizing a god as your father, or rather, the god has lost out."

Constantine rolled his eyes. "Oh no, you can't say that. I'm not bad, okay? I'm a famous exorcist! I'm known throughout the United States, and even the Bureau of Justice is eager to hire me!"

"Oh, if you feel good saying that, then go ahead," Chase retorted.

"...Tsk, well, I guess I'm really lucky. I'll serve Him like a godson from now on."

"Alright, stop acting innocent after getting the benefit. You think you're qualified to teach your son? A nominal disciple, nominal, do you even know what that means?"

"Hey! Chase! You're hurting yourself like this..."

"Oh shit, you dare to smoke? Want your master to beat you to death?"

"Oh, you're right, I'll quit."

"..."

The two walked into the headquarters church, chatting and laughing. The Apocalypse Warriors beside them did not stop them, as if they had already received orders.

just.

The instant of entry.

Chase glanced back outside, his eyes filled with worry.

The instant he was teleported in, Chas saw Louis's probing gaze, fixed intently on him. Someone of this level wouldn't make pointless moves, which meant his disguise might be...

The road ahead is tough.
……

After seeing Constantine and Chase off, Louis's gaze returned to its usual indifference.

Taking Constantine as a disciple was not part of the original plan, but it wouldn't hurt to accept him, since he is a more capable person. Besides, he is only a disciple on the side; if he is not suitable, then we shouldn't make him a full disciple.

These are small things.

It's a big deal.

Louis turned around and vanished like smoke, arriving in a closed room.

Van Helsing is being held here.

Yulenka wasn't lying; it really was a luxury suite, with everything you could want to eat, drink, and do.

Aside from the restriction of freedom, it's almost perfect!

However, Van Helsing had no interest in enjoying himself.

Everything that happened today shattered his worldview once again. More than a hundred years ago, in order to fight against Dracula, he was accidentally bitten by a werewolf, but unexpectedly gained even greater power.

Although he became an outcast, he did not regret it. After a brief period of collapse and reconstruction of his worldview, he bravely accepted it all, stood up, and even began to feel that this power could be used to carry out God's principles, eliminate more darkness, and let God's light cover these shadows.

It is not a true dark force.

But now, his century-old set of values ​​has been shattered once again.

Angel?

How could I possibly be an angel?

How could the angel Gabriel look like that!

Is this real? Or is this just a dream I had?

Van Helsing was unaware that the resilient soul that had hunted down dark races and pursued Dracula for a century was now completely lost at this moment.

"Dracula...no matter what...killing Dracula is definitely the right thing to do!"

Van Helsing's eyes lit up at the thought.

All confusion has been swept away.

Yes, he wasn't sure if he was an angel or not, and why the angel Gabriel was the way he was, but those were things for the future. Right now, right in front of him, there was only one thing that really mattered!
That's... Dracula!!
Van Helsing took a deep breath, sat down in his chair, and devoured his steak and caviar with great appetite.

At this moment.

Click!

Footsteps sounded.

???

Van Helsing turned his head sharply and saw a woman suddenly appear in his room; it was Angela.

She looked completely bewildered, and was even holding a book in her hand.

"How did you..."

Before he could finish speaking, a voice cut him off, "Van Helsing, the reincarnation of a part of Gabriel's soul, has been dedicated to hunting Dracula for over a hundred years..."

Van Helsing turned his head sharply, his eyes filled with shock and his muscles tense. Who was it?
He didn't notice at all?!

This is so scary!

This means that if the other party had malicious intent, he would have already died!

But when he turned his head and saw that figure, he suddenly relaxed.

Oh, it's God. That makes sense.

but……

"Great God of Revelation, your followers revere you!"

Van Helsing immediately said this to Louis.

The voice was loud and clear.

Louis nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the two of them, but he didn't stop talking. After speaking of Van Helsing, he started talking about Angela.

“Angela, like her sister Elizabeth, possessed the ability to see spirits from a young age, and had top-tier talent as a medium. However, you and your sister chose different paths. Your sister refused to admit it, insisting that she saw evil spirits, while you chose a more realistic path, and now, everything is unavoidable…”

Angela's life was unremarkable, mainly consisting of her deceased twin sister and their powerful mediumship abilities; there's not much else to say. (End of Chapter)