Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

When the police in blue and white uniforms arrived, the entire bar was in a terrible state.

The marble floor was soaked in blood and sticky chunks of flesh, and every step felt like sinking into a swamp. In fact, what lay before us was a swamp of blood and flesh!
Body parts! Body parts! Body parts!

It's still body parts!

Different parts were hung on the Christmas tree, like neon lights decorating the festive atmosphere, but the colors were really monotonous, only bright red.

Intestines floated on the Christmas tree like colorful ribbons.

Human heads, along with long vertebrae, were hung from the rafters like scorpions. Their wide-open eyes, cracked corners of the eyes, and ferocious expressions all spoke of their fear and suffering.

here……

It's hell!
"vomit!"

The sounds of vomiting rose and fell, and even the police officers, who had been working in Europe for over five years, were starting to feel mentally broken in the face of this situation.

"Go, set up a cordon outside, and don't allow anyone to come near."

"Also, don't touch anything here. This has become part of a mysterious incident that's beyond our control. I'll report it to the company right now," the lead sheriff said.

The members nodded reluctantly and took out their pistols to begin guarding the area.

Judging from their reactions, it's clear they've experienced similar things quite a bit and can barely hold on. Indeed, the frequent occurrence of supernatural events in the past two years, along with the bizarre occurrences caused by curses, evil spirits, and so on, have made them quite knowledgeable.

However, the scene this time was just too bloody.

A short while later, two groups of people arrived.

One group consisted of Apocalypse Warriors from the Church of Apocalypse, also dressed in blue and white uniforms; the other group was a field team from the Bureau of Administration, wearing black trench coats and sunglasses.

The two sides glanced at each other, but no conflict broke out. However, there was a clear distinction between them, and there was an underlying sense of competition.

Upon arrival, the police officers were questioned one by one, searching for survivors, examining details of the scene, and so on.

The conclusion was quickly reached.

"Based on the traces at the scene, it is preliminarily determined to be a physical monster. The probability of it being a spirit-type or cursed type is relatively low. In addition, if it is a physical type, this monster is probably very strong, belonging to the peak of the evil spirit level."

"With a little care, the weapons we carry can be contained," reported the team leader of the field team.

The field team leader nodded, his gaze fixed on the Apocalypse team leader not far away, and said in a low voice, "You should know that most of our Administration Bureau is now under the management of the Cano Group."

"Under that person's command, the Cano Group, the Church of Apocalypse, and the Cleaners Company are theoretically on the same level, but that's only in theory. Most of the time, the Cano Group, which is directly commanded by the Apostle, holds the dominant position. Even the reorganization of most of the current U.S. government is the responsibility of the Cano Group."

"However, this doesn't mean that one company has become the dominant force. As far as I know, the Cleaner Company, which that lord established in the Northern State, has now recruited thieves, prostitutes, and other powerful figures. Although it doesn't seem to be competing with the Cano Group yet, who knows what the future holds? As far as I know, many of the capital that has submitted to that lord has chosen the Cleaner Company..."

The Church of Apocalypse appears to be neutral, but it mostly follows the orders of the Cano Group.

Besides, I've heard that he also has some subordinates overseas, in Mexico, India, and Southeast Asia, and their influence is considerable.

In short, there will definitely be factional struggles here in the future, so be careful.

"Furthermore, we have just joined, and it is the time for us to make contributions and establish ourselves. The companies responsible for reorganizing our administration are the Cano Group and the Cleaners Company. When we take action, we must both make contributions and avoid provoking them."

"You need to know your limits, understand?"

The field team member next to him had a bitter look on his face. "How come after the reorganization, when it was under the management of the Cano Group, there's still all this backstabbing and infighting?"

"Nonsense, what's wrong with that lord's subordinates? Aren't they also made up of people? It's just that with more people, these things naturally arise. At least for now, it's harmonious, it's healthy competition, and they don't even charge money, you know? It's much better than the previous work environment. Forget it, why are you talking about this with your brother who's new? Just listen to my orders later," the field team leader said.

But his gaze remained fixed on the other side.

The field team leader breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the captain of the Apocalypse Squad on the other side nod slightly to him.

There was something he hadn't told his new teammate: according to previous data, the Apocalypse Warriors had undergone multiple modifications, and their physical abilities were at the limits of human capabilities, including their hearing.

Then, both teams got busy searching for traces of the monster.

The police officers standing nearby felt completely useless.

"Don't be discouraged. The Apocalypse Warriors and the field teams will be recruiting. Our police force has recommendation slots. Just focus on honing your skills." The sheriff comforted his officers.

However, it didn't specify how high the requirements were. In addition to personal qualities and skill requirements, Apocalypse Warriors also had to meet the requirement of a high degree of devotion to that person, and the field team had to meet the highest human quality requirements.

Otherwise, how could they possibly deal with those endless streams of supernatural monsters?

However, there's no need to tell these things to your subordinates, lest it damage their confidence.

Just then, the sheriff received a phone call. His expression changed quickly after answering, and he swiftly found the two captains. "Another massacre has occurred at the coffee shop on xx street! It has now been suppressed by the local gangs with firepower."

In addition, surveillance footage was recorded this time!

After saying that, he sent the pictures and information that the police station had given him to the two men.

At the same time, the two also received notifications and assignments from their respective branches.

In the car, looking at the photo in his hand, the black and white clown carrying a large sack, looking cold and bloodthirsty, the field team leader frowned deeply.

"It looks very ordinary, with no obvious physical mutations or outstanding features, but it can cause such a lot of damage. This guy is strange."

"Forget it, we can't tell anything from pictures. We'll talk about it when we get there. Everyone, check your weapons and be careful!"

"I know, Captain."

Soon, when they arrived at their destination.

But it seemed it was too late.

The scene before me was nothing short of a massacre! Torture!

Dozens of gang members with guns kept firing. Although the pistols in their hands were not automatic rifles, the combined firepower of so many pistols should not be underestimated.

But the monster on the other side was completely unharmed!

No, not completely unharmed, but... undergoing body reconstruction!
They would shoot a limb, remove it, pull out the bullet with their fingers, and then put it back in. If the head was rotten, they would put it back in the head; if the foot was rotten, they would put it back in the foot. During this process, the white bone fragments and internal organs could be clearly seen.

It's so sanity-draining to watch!
These reassembled limbs were as if an acceleration button had been pressed, and they immediately returned to normal.

Throughout the entire process, it seemed to the other party was playing a game of building blocks.

The perpetrator even had the leisure to pull out strange weapons from his bag, such as chainsaws, liquid nitrogen sprayers, flamethrowers, and scalpels, to carry out the execution.

Catching a gang member is a quick and swift affair, but without exception, the victims die a gruesome death, none of them leaving a complete corpse!

It kills with ease, twisting its limbs to express pleasure as it tramples people under its feet.

"No...no...no...a monster!!!"

"I won't hit anymore... Mom!"

"Ahhhhh!!"

"..."

Their bizarre behavior and seemingly indestructible nature finally broke the gang members, and their shrill screams echoed throughout the street.

This is the scene that the two groups of people who arrived saw.

Then, the two groups charged forward without hesitation.

The field team's sharpshooting skills, combined with specialized weapons, ensured every shot hit its mark, using holy water, silver, peach wood, talismans...

The Apocalypse Warriors were much more decisive, directly engaging in hand-to-hand combat. Their strength in breaking steel with their bare hands was enough to inflict fatal damage on ordinary flesh-type monsters.

The two sides are now cooperating, achieving a synergistic effect greater than the sum of its parts. But...

Useless.

The black and white clown treated these special bullets no differently than ordinary bullets. Or perhaps because it was too complicated, it didn't disassemble its body anymore, but simply squeezed the bullets out and returned to its original state.

The Apocalypse Warriors who charged forward under cover of firepower fared even worse.

puff!

With just a scalpel, he pierced through the Apocalypse Warrior's armor, penetrating deep into his flesh, and then with a swift slicing, his intestines spilled out onto the ground.

The Apocalypse Warriors tried to restrain their opponent, using everything from choking and elbowing to groin and gouging out eyes, but to no avail.

The black and white clowns simply shook themselves and broke free of their restraints. The Apocalypse Warriors' strength to break steel now seemed like a joke!
"Step aside!"

The weather warriors suddenly took a step back.

Six individual rockets, their tails burning, flew in. These assault equipment, specifically designed for infantry to demolish fortifications, are a testament to human technological prowess.

but.

"what!!"

A scream.

Puff puff puff——

The black and white clowns seemed to teleport to the field team's position, took out a chainsaw from the tattered sack, and began cutting wildly.

The scene suddenly became even more gruesome.

The appearance of the Apocalypse Warriors and the field team seems to have only delayed the world a little longer than the gangsters, without playing any real role...

"This guy! He's definitely not a demon-level evil spirit! He's a demon! No, he might even be a grand demon-level demon! We were all wrong, so wrong..."

"Quickly! Request support from both the branch offices and headquarters! Quickly!!"

The field team leader's piercing cries echoed throughout the street.

Drop drop-

A car horn suddenly blared, piercing the sky.

"Don't panic! I'm coming!!"

A bright red Ferrari suddenly appeared like a red phantom, and a blonde woman flew out from it, waving one hand.

With powerful telekinesis, he moved all the field crew members and Apocalypse Warriors away, while simultaneously lifting a car parked on the side of the road and slamming it down.

boom! !

"That's... Montgomery's Apostle?"

"Apostle Montgomery! Watch out! This monster can teleport!!" the Apocalypse Warrior captain roared.

Madison raised an eyebrow slightly.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the black and white clown's chainsaw was already in front of Madison.

Available in the next second.

Whoosh!
Madison disappeared from sight.

The black and white clown stood there stunned. At that moment, a fireball ten meters long came from behind. Madison was already behind it, holding the flame in one hand with a sneer on his face.

She's been studying very hard at the witch academy all this time!
I've almost mastered all seven wonders!
boom--

The intense heat of the explosion silenced the entire street.

but.

Whoosh!
The teleportation struck again, and the black and white clown appeared in front of Madison. This time, it seemed to have figured something out and followed Madison closely.

Whoosh whoosh—

The two, one human and one monster, staged a teleportation contest on this street.

Rooftop, sky, interior, parking lot...

The battle between the two continued constantly during the brief intervals between teleportations.

During this process, the black and white clowns seemed to understand something, and their gazes toward Madison suddenly became fiery. For the first time, the clown, who had been silent from beginning to end and at most only made some eerie laughs, opened his mouth and spoke.

"The witch... has descended...good materials..."

"Soul...high strength...fear is good..."

???

Madison, who had just teleported away, was stunned and had no idea what this guy was talking about. However, "Ugly thing, your voice is really awful. You're not out here taking revenge on society because of your face and voice, are you? Oh, that's not surprising."

“My name is, At, or, Soul Breaker, not, Ugly Thing.” The black and white clown spoke for the first time.

The Soul-Shattering Clown, At.

Madison secretly noted it down, but his expression became even more sarcastic. "Nate? What a strange name. I guess your mother doesn't love you, right? Otherwise, why would she give you such a name? You're so pathetic."

"..."

"You, stop, and I'll let you live, otherwise you'll only be used to absorb fear." It seemed unaccustomed to speaking human language, but adapted quickly.

"what do you mean?"

"Descent, container, live; otherwise, die!"

"Fuck you! Using me as a vessel, hahaha!" Upon hearing this, Madison burst into laughter as if she had heard a joke. "Go ahead and try."

As he spoke, he took something out.

"Come!"

The Soul-Shattering Clown was currently wielding a variety of weapons, intending to instill a deep sense of fear and intimidation in Madison. However, he suddenly stopped when he saw what Madison was holding.

Watching in silence.

It was a small peach wood amulet.

It looks ordinary, at most a little exquisite.

But this very thing stopped the Soul-Shattering Clown in its tracks, causing it to halt for the first time.

It also remembered what its four creators had left in its memory, including instructions to avoid direct conflict with the new gods and to focus on gathering souls and fear.

Now, it seems it has bitten off more than it can chew.

A fellow blessed and protected by a new god.

Then the problem is coming.

What should it do now?
Kill? Or run? Or perhaps...? (End of Chapter)