Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

It was Dracula and Blood Ancestor, those two unlucky bastards, who, for various reasons, did not die immediately after being captured, but were instead kept alive by Louis for his own use.

However, this is not a good thing. If they had a choice, Dracula and the Blood Ancestor might prefer to die, which would be more swift and clean, avoiding this torment...

Before the stake, Khorne and Quinlan stood facing each other.

Kunlan was using the silver blade in his hand to continuously slash at the Blood Ancestor's body. Each strike was powerful and heavy, burning the Blood Ancestor's flesh and causing him to scream in agony. Most terrifyingly, he was also cutting off the Blood Ancestor's vital parts, such as his eyes, tongue, and brain.

It seems purely for torture; if vampires weren't known for their regenerative abilities, they probably wouldn't have been able to endure it.

But that's for the best. Kunlan wants the other person to live a long, long life. That's what makes it so satisfying!
Just like now, every slash he makes is filled with pleasure, and he occasionally lets out a joyful shout.

Dracula wasn't in much better shape either. Khorne was lying in front of him, but thin strands of blood were flowing from his body, connecting to Dracula's body and drawing his blood.

At this point, Dracula was no longer recognizable as handsome. Instead, he looked like a drug addict who had taken a long-term drug, pale, thin, and emaciated.

The most painful thing is that their pride and joy, their regenerative abilities, have now become their greatest torment.

Every bit of recovery is followed by even greater torment.

It's so painful, so incredibly painful!
In particular, they did more than that.

The four bloodworms inside Khorne were already extremely thin, yet they were still wriggling slightly. The magic circle on his body, which originated from Dracula's extraction of the bloodworms' essence, was also constantly emitting a red light, clearly operating at full power.

Dracula stared at the creature before him, sucking his blood and magic, taking everything from him. It was as if the creature was stepping over his research to ascend to the position of Blood Demon God. This was more painful than killing it!
If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have taken Freddy's job in the first place, and I certainly shouldn't have been greedy for these bloodworms. I should have stayed away and planned my move slowly...

Having a long lifespan, the worst thing is to be impatient!
Unfortunately, it only understands this now.

It's too late.

Perhaps my life will be tormented like this from now on, and then one day I'll be swallowed whole by this vicious dog.

Dracula's eyes were vacant and filled with despair, and he made a faint cry, like a dying fish.

"Hahahaha!! Dracula! You've finally met your match!"

A burst of extremely cheerful laughter suddenly rang out, attracting the attention of everyone present.

Turning his head, he saw Van Helsing looking at the dying Dracula with a look of glee, his eyes full of excitement, wishing he could personally chop him down.

No, he's already doing it.

He drew a silver blade from Quinlan's waist and slashed at Dracula!
*Pfft!* *Thud!*
It severed Dracula's arm, but not a drop of blood flowed from the cut; there was only an empty hole.

"Who are you?!" Khorne's voice suddenly rang out.

The air seemed to freeze, halting Van Helsing's movements. Van Helsing stopped as well, looking at Quinlan and Khorne, "I am..."

Before I could speak.

Khorne had already sensed the other party's identity from Van Helsing's apostle mark. After understanding, he looked at Dracula and said, "I see. Fine, you can have this if you want it. I've absorbed almost all of it."

After saying that, he spread his wings and flew out of the spatial rift with a whoosh, heading to the training ground for seclusion.

The four bloodworms inside its body are about to be completely refined.

Inside the dojo, not long ago, another Egyptian corpse found by the warriors of the Apocalypse contained another blood worm. If this blood worm were swallowed, five of the seven great blood ancestors would gather in its body, and most of the blood angel's essence would converge in it.

It will then be able to become the Blood Demon God.

To become the first demon god under the master's command!
Khorne's eyes flashed with excitement, and he sped up even more, heading swiftly towards the dojo.

Through the rift, watching Khorne depart, Van Helsing turned his gaze to Dracula, the silver blade in his hand whistling, "Dracula, we have finally, finally, finally met again."

"I've been looking for you for so long."

His voice was deep and hoarse, but every word seemed to be uttered through his teeth, carrying immense weight.

At this moment, Kunlan, who was standing next to him, swallowed back the words he wanted to say to him. He understood this feeling the most. After all, he also hated Blood Ancestor!
I'll greet him later.

Kunlan turned back and continued to destroy the Blood Ancestor's body, but this time he seemed even more excited, starting to cut open the Blood Ancestor's stomach and sever the internal organs, which was somewhat perverse...

Van Helsing had naturally noticed Quinlan's presence, but he didn't want to waste any more words; he just wanted to vent his frustrations!
On the pyre, Dracula's eyes were filled with fear.

After all these years, it understands better than anyone Van Helsing's obsession with it; that guy will definitely kill it!!

Dracula had no doubt about this.

At that moment, Dracula felt a deep sense of fear.

It ultimately didn't want to die.

It was true that it wanted to die after being fed by Khorne, but when faced with life and death, it found that it still wanted to live! It wanted to live!!
"Van Helsing, no! We've been entangled for over a century, we're intertwined. Killing me would feel strange. Can't you just let me go?"

"For the past hundred years, I have never harbored any murderous intent towards you, and I have always been lenient with you because I feel guilty. I have wanted to repent and start anew, I..."

To survive, Dracula would spout all sorts of nonsense.

Despite its long lifespan and great fame, Dracula's speaking skills are actually quite poor. It usually relies more on the effects of its charm magic, and now that its magic is gone, its weakness is evident.

Even his pleas for mercy were so clumsy.

Not only did it fail to calm him down, it actually fueled Van Helsing's murderous intent.

Van Helsing didn't waste any words, hacking away with his blade. To prevent Dracula from dying too quickly, he even knew the art of slow slicing without a teacher, using his precise knife to slice Dracula into pieces as thin as cicada wings, just like slicing fish.

In the blink of an eye, a pool of flesh and blood appeared on the ground beside him, mixed with intestines, heart, liver, spleen, stomach and other internal organs, a colorful and very interesting sight.

Looking at his body, one could see that Dracula was completely clean, without a single piece of flesh, and there wasn't even a trace of blood on his pale ribs!

This shows how steady Van Helsing's hand was and how much hatred he harbored.

Dracula, who had initially screamed and cursed, had now fallen silent and was completely speechless.

After the last piece of white brain was sliced ​​off.

"Die!"

Van Helsing shouted and plunged the silver blade deep into Dracula's heart.

puff! !
There was no gushing blood, only a strange sound like stabbing into an empty paper package.

"Uh...uh..."

Dracula's two dark eye sockets were open, and his skeletal jaws were weakly tapping together, making strange noises.

At last.

pat!

His entire skeleton collapsed like a toppled block, with bits and pieces of bone scattered everywhere.

As Van Helsing watched this scene, he suddenly looked up at the sky, tears streaming down his face.

For over a century, they have been relentlessly pursued.

it is finally over.

At this moment, his heart was filled with nothing but contentment and clarity. As Louis said, his greatest obsession, and which soul would produce that obsession, determined which soul he was and who he was.

Now, his obsession has completely dissipated.

A major problem has been solved.

Next, all I need to do is serve Louis to protect myself from Gabriel, and I'll be free from all trouble and become a free man. "Phew, I also have to thank Your Majesty for helping me kill Dracula."

In fact, vampires are not easy to kill, but in this place, Dracula's soul cannot escape, and even his regeneration command is restricted; otherwise, he could be resurrected with just a drop of blood.

Van Helsing knew this all too well, otherwise he wouldn't have failed to catch the other party for so many years.

Then, Van Helsing watched as the bones turned to ashes and Dracula vanished completely before turning his gaze back to Quinlan, revealing a bright and warm smile, "Quinlan, we meet again."

Kunlan was stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

A bright and warm smile?!

"Who are you! Van Helsing wouldn't laugh like that!"

Van Helsing smiled helplessly, "Alright, alright, I've just resolved a minor issue, don't make such a fuss."

Quinlan stopped joking, tossed the Blood Ancestor aside, reattached him to the stake, and then put his arm around Van Helsing's shoulder as they walked to the side. "What's going on with you? Weren't you supposed to be locked in a sealed room? How did you get out, become an apostle, and kill Dracula?"

"It's a long story, but to put it simply, it's about someone who received a great favor."

"..."

Van Helsing didn't explain things too clearly, nor did he reveal the news that Gabriel's soul had separated from his own; he only told Quinlan what he could say.

"I see, that's good then. But how did you become an apostle so suddenly?!"

Quinlan looked at Van Helsing with envy.

"Aren't you too?"

"But your apostle level is higher than mine."

"Perhaps my soul is a little special."

"By the way, why didn't you kill this Blood Ancestor?" Van Helsing changed the subject.

"Oh, this one."

"On one hand, it's because I want to torture it; on the other hand, it's His Majesty's order that we can't kill it yet. It's different from Dracula. Dracula has already been drained of its value, but this Blood Ancestor still has other value."

"Hmm? Another value?"

"Well, I can't say much, but it's related to things like rank and status."

"I see, then I won't ask anymore."

"..."

The two chatted idly, but after a few more words, they suddenly noticed something was wrong with the Blood Ancestor. This guy had stopped making a sound.
At this moment, the Blood Ancestor was tied to the stake and looked miserable, but in fact, its heart was already restless.

It sensed it.

It sensed that four bloodworms had died, and their spaces had become vacant, falling onto it.

Position refers to one's status, authority, and rights in the world.

Once a certain level is reached, one becomes a supreme god, and also a demon god.

Especially the Blood Angels, their creators, whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary demon gods. After falling to the mortal realm, they went even further, becoming pseudo-demon kings, with an extraordinary status.

If he could gather all the necessary rank members, uniting the seven into one, and recreating the Blood Angel, the Blood Ancestor believed he would no longer fear the new god, and perhaps even…

However, it was still somewhat uneasy, because it originally planned to use human nuclear bombs to eliminate the other three Blood Ancestors, but it did not expect so many mistakes to happen. In the end, it not only failed, but was also sent to this place. The whole process was arduous. And now, it has obtained four positions so easily.

How can it be!

and many more!

Khorne has four bloodworms inside its body. If it kills those four bloodworms... I remember, Dracula used some kind of extraction magic circle... So, is all of this for Khorne...?

Blood Ancestor trembled inwardly.

If he swallows four in a row, Khorne will likely transform into a Blood Demon God.

Moreover, it remembered.

Louis knew that he possessed the talent to kill other Blood Ancestors to elevate his rank, so what was happening now... was he raising pigs?

The Blood Ancestor was filled with complex thoughts and countless emotions.

The unease grew stronger. It felt that this was likely a trap, but it was helpless and was even being controlled by Kunlan... Wait! Why are Kunlan and the others silent?

Looking up, it saw Quinlan and Van Helsing staring at it indifferently, sharpening their silver knives.

"What are you thinking about? Are you planning to run away?"

Seeing this, Blood Ancestor revealed a bitter smile.

Haha, that's it!
But at this moment.

hum! !

The intuition from his soul and his being told him that he was dead, another bloodworm had died!
At this moment, including its own position, it already possesses six bloodworm positions, and is very close to combining seven and restoring its blood angel position. It can even sense the existence of the world's will, and some strange abilities have begun to grow around its body.

Even the methods Louis had previously used to suppress it seemed to be slowly loosening!

However, Blood Ancestor was not happy; instead, he became even more worried.

It feels more and more like raising pigs.

Now, of the seven bloodworms, only one remains besides itself. What is this? Gaining benefits just by sitting still? Ha!

Of course, that's not the point. The point is...

A magnificent and powerful aura arose from nowhere and directly pierced through the spatial rift, making Quinlan and Van Helsing feel deeply uncomfortable.

The aura was as thick as blood, carrying a strong, fishy smell, and also a sense of madness. Of course, the most striking feature was the overwhelming aura originating from the level of life itself, which was like that of a god or a demon.

Van Helsing and Quinlan exchanged bewildered glances. "This is..."

"That dog has become a god," Blood Ancestor said weakly.

The words fell.

All that could be seen outside the spatial rift was the outside of the rift.

A massive crimson pillar shot into the sky, emerging from the top of the dojo and appearing in the mortal world, piercing the sky and heading towards the starry heavens.

Orlando residents, and even those in the surrounding area, were unfazed by this. Aside from taking a few extra glances, they didn't react in any particular way, remaining completely calm as if nothing had happened.

Since the TV station didn't broadcast it and the Church of Apocalypse didn't issue any warnings, it means there's not much of a problem.

Boom!

slam-la-

A light, fragrant rain of blood fell from the sky, covering the entire city of Orlando and the surrounding areas.

Trees flourish instantly, flowers bloom in a flash, the elderly recover from serious illnesses, and terminal diseases are cured without medication...

Miracles are happening all the time in this city, at this very moment. (End of Chapter)