Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 454 Controversy: Hereditary Fate

hell.

Pandemonium, inside Mammon's Palace.

Looking at his mutilated fingers, Mammon's face turned grim.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving us," Baal said tremblingly, his entire body trembling with magical power.

Even though He didn't directly suffer the attack during the battle between Raphael and Mammon, the aftershocks still damaged His magical body, and His seemingly inexhaustible magical power, which he had when dealing with Louis, began to wane.

As a result, they now appear quite disheveled.

"Humph!!"

A cold snort caused Baal to immediately kneel down, crying, "Your Majesty, spare my life!"

He knew that he had messed up the task and would surely incur Mammon's wrath, especially since it was such an important task; Mammon probably wanted to devour him alive.

But He wasn't actually that afraid. After all, since Mammon was willing to help Him, it meant He still had value and most likely wouldn't kill Him. He still had a chance.

but……

Mammon suddenly opened his mouth, and another form appeared. His huge beak pecked at Baal's arm, and with a "ding," he swallowed the entire arm.

"!!!!" Baal's eyes widened, sweat streaming down his forehead, but he gritted his teeth and dared not utter a sound. His essence had been damaged. This was not an ordinary severed arm, but one that had directly devoured a considerable portion of his essence!

For the next few decades or even centuries, He will not need to think about breaking through; His strength will not only stagnate but may even decline.

The thought of this made His heart ache.

This is the punishment.

After eating Bal's arm, Mammon finally calmed down a bit. Belial, who was standing next to him, said, "Alright, we still have a chance. There's no need to be so angry."

???

Barton, who had been immersed in pain and gloom, suddenly looked up, but because of his recent failure, he dared not say a word.

"An opportunity? There was indeed an opportunity. At least this fool completed a task before failing, leaving behind a wisp of magic to help Paimon descend," Mammon said coldly.

"However, I'm still angry when I think about it. Not only did the descent fail, but it also exposed us, leading to Raphael's appearance and Gabriel being forced to be exposed as well. Sigh."

The collaboration with Gabriel was originally a trump card that He had been hiding, but it was unexpectedly ruined by Constantine's unexpected summoning.

Now, I'm numb.

I wonder how Gabriel will contact me, or if he will give up.

As Mammon pondered these thoughts, Belial continued, "As long as Paimon successfully arrives, we'll always have a chance. Don't rush."

"Our lifespan is infinite, why rush it?"

"By the way, remember to change your host body and stop focusing on that medium."

Mammon nodded.

He wasn't stupid. Regardless of whether He chose that medium or not, that medium would inevitably have many schemes and methods in place around Him. The best option was to give up.

Although top-tier mediums are hard to find, it's still better than falling into a trap.

at this time.

Belial suddenly hummed in agreement, a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

"what happened?"

"The magic of Barna has reached its designated location, drawing Paimon's will into that cult family. I discovered that the family is actually of witch blood, and there are many legends about witches in the town."

"That place seems... to have a bit of a hellish atmosphere and the aura of a living witch."

"This is an opportunity. If all goes well, a suitable host will appear in the witch bloodline of that family or town for you to descend upon."

Mammon's eyes lit up.

Witches are indeed a very suitable host for this special race.

but……

"Aren't you coming with me? Are you just sending Paimon?" Mammon said, looking at Belial.

“I’ve said it before, I have other plans,” Belial refused.

"Okay, then it's up to you."

“Well, however, Baal hasn’t found Freddy. Although the fragments of Freddy’s sins still exist, I can no longer sense them. This will make it more difficult for Paimon to descend, so…” Belial began to demand benefits.

That's how demons are; even if they've already cooperated, they won't hesitate to strike.

Mammon, with a stern face, handed a silver coin to Belial.

Belier smiled.

This silver coin is no ordinary silver coin; in a sense, it can be considered a sacred artifact.

The legendary Judas silver coin.

One of the most representative sacred objects of greed.

Most of them have been controlled by Mammon for a long time, and now I've finally gotten my hands on one.

Belial put the silver coin away. "Don't worry, I'll handle everything regarding your arrival."

"Now, let's talk about something else."

Before he could even say what it was, Mammon already understood, and his face darkened.

"New God!"*2
The two demons said in unison.

“This new god has become a great enemy, repeatedly hindering us, especially your plan to come and my plans, both of which have been ruined by him. We must kill him.”

“I know, but we’ve already failed. Even with Baal’s full strength, we couldn’t defeat him. Unless multiple pseudo-Demon Lords take action, or beings of our level intervene, I’m afraid we won’t be able to deal with him.” Mammon was equally angry, but even more worried. He was truly at his wit’s end.

Belial chuckled: "Perhaps we can guide the Church to take action against Him. Humans, after all, love infighting. You know Heaven's ways better than I do. This guy who's suspected of stealing God's power will definitely be considered a heretic. At that time, there will inevitably be a war between Heaven and the new God. Maybe we can even gain a new Supreme Four Pillars, hehe..."

Mammon nodded slightly, finding the idea quite reasonable.

But at that moment, Baal, who had been listening silently, couldn't help but speak up: "Your Majesties, things may not be like that."

"I thought about this problem when I was up there, and I even thought of using this method to buy time and escape the angels' pursuit, but I failed. The angel Raphael actually came straight for me instead of pursuing the new god."

???

Mammon and Belial looked at each other in bewilderment.

"How is this possible? Faced with a new god who has ascended to godhood and stolen from the believers of God, Raphael didn't immediately pursue him? This is abnormal!"

Trusting in the ways of Heaven, they made their judgment as soon as Baal uttered these words.

Something's wrong with Raphael.

For a while.

The entire Demon King's Palace fell silent.

At this moment, Astaroth, who had been drawing magic power from behind in an attempt to restore his strength, poked his head out and looked at Baal with eyes full of disgust and resentment.

He heard the entire conversation between Baal and the two demon kings.

Barr failed!
Ha ha!

How could He fail!

You were forced to pay so much, lose your essence, and fall from your rank, all so that Baal could succeed and get the pie in the sky that the two demon kings had promised you. And now you're telling me you failed?
Then what about the essence I gave up?

Baal, you idiot whose brain has been turned upside down by that little devil!!!

Astaroth's eyes were practically brimming with resentment.

Baal noticed it too, looked up and saw Astaroth. His eyes widened, not understanding why Astaroth was no longer a pseudo-Demon Lord after just one trip and had fallen in rank. Moreover, why did he look at him like that?

What exactly happened here?
His heart was full of doubts, but with the two demon kings present, he could only keep them to himself.

"..."

As time passed, Belial and Mammon finally came up with some clues.

“That new god, there’s a big problem. Do you think He might be…” “Impossible! God can’t die.” Mammon categorically denied it.

Indeed, Belial's idea was that God was dead and the new god belonged to God's new body, but Belial abandoned this outrageous idea as soon as Mammon slightly denied it.

Yes, how could God die?

"so……"

"I think that new god might be some kind of angel."

"How could that be? There is only one God among angels, and no one who becomes a god is an angel."

"Nothing is impossible. In the Old Testament, angels weren't made from mortal souls, but now they're mostly made from mortal souls."

Neither of them could convince the other, so they eventually decided to skip the topic altogether.

"In short, the new god has a big problem. We won't take action against Him for now. We'll slap Him to death when He descends."

“Before that, prepare your disguises so that He doesn’t ruin my plans again,” Belial said seriously.

"This is our last chance."

Mammon nodded.

Having made his decision, Mammon turned to Baal and instructed him, "Now, Baal, you too go and build the Gates of Hell."

???

Barr looked astonished.

Building the Gates of Hell requires extracting magic power, essence, and rank. He has just lost a portion of his essence and magic power, so if He were to build the Gates of Hell again...

But seeing Mammon's unwavering gaze, Baal knew that this was not to be defied, so he lowered his head and walked out.

……

This world.

While Louis was still cultivating, Eulenka was busy devouring America, the Soul-Shattering Clown began randomly appearing to kill passersby, and Kronos was being bothered by humans, everyone was busy with their own things.

A wisp of magic released by Baal earlier has flown to a town and targeted a cult that was holding a ceremony.

In the eyes of the magic, one of the women clearly possessed witch blood and was currently praying devoutly during the ritual.

This is the goal.

Next, it will merge into the woman, infecting her family's bloodline, using the heads of three generations of female clansmen and the body of one generation of male clansmen as a ritual to summon Paimon.

Whoosh! !

The magic instantly merged into the woman's body.

The woman's expression became dazed, and she stopped praying. Her companion tried to nudge her, but it didn't bring her back to her senses.

“Alan Graham!!! What are you daydreaming about? This is disrespectful to the great wise guide! Disrespect and insincerity will not only fail to bring blessings, but will also result in punishment, and even implicate all of us. Do you know how serious this is?” said the woman who was conducting the ritual and looked like the leader of the cult.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding believers began to criticize, since this could affect their ability to bestow blessings.

Only a small number of believers who were frequently punished and beaten remained silent.

The cult leader walked majestically from the center of the grass towards Allen, a ceremonial knife already in his hand. "As punishment and apology for disrespecting the great wise guide, I will cut off your breasts to atone to God!"

"Now, take off your clothes!"

In this regard.

Allen remained motionless, lost in thought.

!!!

A soft slicing sound, like fabric being torn.

but……

"Ahhhhh!!"

The knife fell to the ground, where blood was flowing continuously, soaking the clothes. A small piece of flesh with protrusions fell to the ground through the gap.

Everyone saw this scene.

The scene suddenly became silent.

"She, she's cursed by a demon! The great wise guide has enlightened me, quick! Kill her! Otherwise, we will all suffer misfortune!" the cult leader shouted, rolling on the ground in pain.

but.

No one responded.

The believers remained silent.

Silent in the face of this strange phenomenon.

At this moment, Allen finally snapped out of his daze, and his eyes turned evil.

She stood up, stretched her body, as if to feel the long-lost sunshine and air.

"Ah~"

"Now, let's do something."

“Kill her, and I will grant you the right to become my followers.”

Allen pointed and said this.

His tone was calm and even matter-of-fact, but if you listened carefully to what he said, you would break out in a cold sweat.

It seems like she's met her true love!

"No! Please don't! I... I was just scamming you for money, I didn't want to kill you! Let me go, let me go..."

"Don't push me! I... I'm calling the police!"

"Cult members! She! She's really possessed by a demon! Don't listen to her, it's illegal... Don't listen..." The cult leader's voice grew softer and softer as she stared blankly around.

Those were the believers; they were all watching her.

That look in her eyes sent chills down her spine.

At that moment, terror even overwhelmed the physical pain; she screamed, jumped up, and ran outside.

but……

slam-la-

Dozens of believers surrounded him and pounced on him.

"No! No—"

"I'm a liar...it was all fake! Murder is illegal, wake up...no! Ah!"

"My eyes... my hands... my ears... sob sob sob..."

"A demon! A demon...that's...a demon..."

"No...you...are all...demons..."

"..."