Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

After Anne and her family arrived at Allen's house in the town, her husband Steve took the luggage out of the car and noticed that Anne seemed a little distracted.

"What's wrong, honey?"

Anne sighed. "It's nothing, it's just that I don't like it here. Although this is my hometown, it's not a good place, especially my family. My father and brother died like they were mentally ill. I always feel like my family is cursed, so I left after finishing junior high school and rarely come back."

“Listen, darling, it’s been so many years, it’s time we came back to see your mother. Those curses and stuff were just coincidences. Maybe the family atmosphere wasn’t good, but that can be overcome. And, have you forgotten that phone call? Your mother called you, saying she hasn’t been feeling well lately, and we should come back to take care of her. Besides, we can come back to change things up…”

At this point, a hint of melancholy appeared on Steve's face.

Anne seemed to have thought of something and became depressed, and the atmosphere between the couple suddenly became very sad.

At this moment.

Allen came out.

An aged hand grasped Anne's hand, stroking her still relatively firm skin, tears welling in her eyes, "Annie, you're finally back."

Anne snapped out of her grief and looked at her frail and aged mother, feeling a pang of pain in her heart.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Allen didn't look like he was in his fifties at all; he looked more like a seventy or eighty-year-old man on his deathbed.

His hair was completely white with a few gray strands mixed in, his face was covered in wrinkles, and he was so hunched over that he could hardly straighten up. Anyone who saw him would think that this old man was very old and in poor health.

Anne quickly helped Allen walk home.

Steve carried the luggage behind them, while also calling out to the two children.

in the living room.

The mother and daughter recounted their experiences over the years, showing concern for each other. When Annie learned that her mother was ill and would soon die, she finally broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mom, I haven't been back all these years. I'm so sorry."

Allen shook his head, his aged hands, the skin of which was somewhat prickly, gently stroking Annie's face. "I know, Annie, you don't like it here. Some of the aunties scared you when you were little, but don't worry, those aunties are all gone now, and the town will definitely be better in the future."

"Mom begs you, can you stay here a little longer? At least, you can take care of Mom's funeral."

"Please, Mom."

A mother makes a request to her child.

Annie was overwhelmed with sadness and nodded through her tears, "I...we'll stay here and take good care of you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Allen's eyes.

Knowing her daughter as she did, she knew her daughter would eventually agree, but she shouldn't have done it so readily...

Afterwards, Allen smiled and nodded. After chatting for a few minutes, he suddenly asked Steve if he had any opinions and whether it would affect their work and life.

Steve was just walking out with his son and daughter when he heard this and sat down on the sofa. "Mom, actually I've lost my job."

"Oh, what happened?!" Allen asked in shock.

In America, nothing is more important than losing your job, especially for ordinary people.

Because this often means that one is about to fall into an abyss!

Steve shook his head bitterly. "Government changes, corruption investigations, our company boss committed a crime, the company went bankrupt, and I lost my job. I've been looking for work these past few days, but it hasn't been going well. Fortunately, Annie has been working odd jobs and has barely managed to pay off this month's student loan and mortgage."

Allen: "Well, I shouldn't have kept you here. You haven't found jobs yet, what will you do about your mortgage payments?"

"Oh, right, I have some money left, I'll transfer it to you later."

“Mom, no need. I’ve seen some things in the city. Now that you want Annie to stay, we won’t leave. We’ll go back to live in the small town,” Steve said.

Anne looked at her husband, as if she wanted to say something, but lowered her head and acquiesced.

Allen didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere in the family was very heavy.

Steve continued, “Actually, I’m already considered lucky. At least I have a place to stay here, Mom. In the city, for people like us who have lost their jobs, there are mortgages, student loans, property taxes, utility taxes, street taxes, and all sorts of other miscellaneous expenses. Without a job, we simply can’t pay them off, and our houses will be taken away very soon.”

“My colleague is like that, just like me, but he’s not as lucky as me. His wife is a housewife, and they were all kicked out of the house. Now they’re homeless on the streets, begging by playing the violin every day. I remember he used to have a violin certificate, I never thought I’d use it here.” Steve lowered his head and his voice became low as he said this.

Anne also lowered her head. She had heard her husband mention this before, but not in such detail.

Allen maintained his expression, his thoughts unreadable.

"He told me that he had tried to find a job, but no one would hire him, even though he had skills certificates, because he didn't own a house, he didn't even have a fixed place to collect tax bills, so no one would hire him. But if he didn't have a job, he couldn't earn money, and if he couldn't earn money, landlords wouldn't rent to him. Haha, it's a vicious cycle..."

“He was very regretful when he told me this. He said he regretted not saving any money. He said that ordinary people like us seem to live well, but we are actually walking on a high-voltage line every day. If we are not careful, we will fall and be killed. He called this the killing line. Our killing line is really high, damn it.”

Do you know what happened to my friend in the end?

“I saw him on the street the day before yesterday. He sold one kidney and built a makeshift shelter. His wife was soliciting customers on the street, and their child was watching nearby. My God…”

Steve spoke with a depressed tone, venting his negative emotions.

Anne took Steve's hand in comfort.

Allen: "Sigh, let's stay, let's all stay. Small places have their advantages too."

Steve quickly composed himself and began looking for a place for the children to go to school.

After deciding to stay, the mother and daughter's relationship quickly recovered.

just.

Only two days have passed.

Allen died.

Die of old age.

The family was deeply saddened, but they still managed to carry out the funeral arrangements.

It was from this funeral that things started to get strange.

……

the other side.

After being severely injured by Madison's Ghost Moon Divine Light, the Soul-Shattering Clown Art dragged half of his body away and teleported to a city near the town.

"Damn it, she really has a trump card."

"Although it didn't summon the will of the new god, it did use the power of the new god. That light directly damaged my soul, and even..."

Art used his hands to piece his lower body and upper body back together. Fibrous tissue appeared at the wound, wriggling and trying to connect with each other, but after wriggling for a long time, it could only barely connect and could not heal at all!
This is enough to explain the special nature of this attack.

"Fortunately, I am a body created by His Majesty Leviathan, and I still have the ability to recover."

"Hmph, a new god? What's a new god?"

"Once I absorb more fear and evolve further, I'll be able to contend with even a new god!" At thought bitterly.

However, before that, it decided to change its approach.

"The memories left by the four emperors are correct. I am still weak and cannot provoke the new god for the time being, nor can I carry out a large-scale massacre to gain fear. I should make good use of the ability given to me by the emperor to spread fear and create followers..."

Art's eyes darted around, and a strange smile appeared on that cruel black-and-white clown's face.

Thinking this, Ate started to stagger and walked towards a house. "Now, let me recover first."

Soon, a brief scream from a woman and a child came from the house, then dissipated like the wind.

Two days later.

The city's homeless population huddled in dark alleyways, watching passersby with eyes that were no longer as numb as before, but instead held a murderous urge.

Att walked among the homeless.

Because of the previous inhumane actions of the US government and its excessively high threshold for arrest, there are a large number of homeless people in every city. In particular, due to recent actions such as Yulenka's purge of various governments in the southern states, the number of homeless people has increased sharply after a brief period of pain.

This large group, often neglected and burdened by negative emotions due to their environment and experiences, infected the vast majority of homeless people within just two days.

The efficiency is frighteningly fast.

However, Atreus is no longer satisfied with just this many people; it wants to create even greater chaos to instill more fear!

At the same time, it also wants to find more high-quality souls and special talents.

On the one hand, it can enhance abilities, and on the other hand, it can prepare physical bodies for the four emperors to descend to. Even if they can't use them now, they will be used in the future.

Therefore, it is preparing to expand its scale.

With a group of homeless people, Ate began to spread outwards.

Coincidentally, this city was where Steve used to work, and the town was not far from the city.

They quickly approached the town.

at the same time.

Chaos broke out in the city.

Large numbers of homeless people, armed with all sorts of weapons, rushed out of the dark alleyways and attacked passersby in a frenzy.

Some attacks are carried out openly and honestly, while others are committed insidious murders behind the scenes, or even perverse killings.

In just a few hours, it caused considerable panic in the city.

the other side.

Orlando.

The team assembled from headquarters has finally been formed.

A full hundred elite Apocalypse Warriors of the third phase, who had been fighting in Hell, were led by Tommy himself. Constantine, who had been taken in as a disciple by Louis and was diligently practicing magic and guidance, also accompanied them.

However, none of them are the true masters.

There is only one true main force.

A crimson light remained constantly enveloping the hundred Apocalypse warriors.

A group of over a hundred people headed towards St. Louis, and thanks to the dojo's teleportation capabilities, they quickly arrived near their destination.

Finn, perched on Tommy's shoulder, yawned and tapped Tommy's bald head. "So boring, I want to kill someone, what should I do, Tommy?"

Tommy scratched his shiny bald head. "You'll be killing some bad guys soon, so don't hit my head!"

He looked at Constantine beside him and asked, "John, how far are we from our destination?"

Wearing a blue and white uniform, Constantine, who looked tall, upright, and exceptionally handsome, looked down at his book and said without looking up, "It's just ten kilometers to the west, the town is right there."

"Alright, everyone, let's go!"

"I'll meet Miss Madison and the others in town later!"

But at this moment.

Tommy's satellite phone rang. He answered, "Hello?"

"Ok?"

"Ah."

"Ok!"

After hanging up the phone, Tommy looked at Constantine: "A large-scale mass killing has occurred in the nearby city of Barnubi. The local church believes that evil spirits are behind it, but they can't solve it."

"Headquarters has decided to temporarily send us to handle this. If you disagree, they will send someone else. What are your opinions?"

The question was everyone's opinion, but Tommy's attention was mainly focused on Constantine.

There was no way around it; Constantine's status was different. After all, he was Louis's disciple. Although he couldn't compare to the apostles, he was no less than Louis, an elder, and in a strict sense, he was even higher.

Therefore, in this kind of situation, it mainly depends on the other party's intention.

Hear the words.

Constantine finally raised his head.

After some time apart, Constantine was wearing glasses, gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look gentle and refined. However, because of Constantine's roguish charm, the glasses made him look more like a refined beast or a scumbag.

"My suggestion is to split up the forces."

???

Tommy looked at the other person in surprise.

Chas, who had been silent next to Constantine, was also stunned and secretly tugged at Constantine's sleeve.

Everyone knows that splitting up forces is a major taboo, especially when faced with the anomalies in the town. According to intelligence, the situation in the town is so bad that even the Supreme Witch Cordelia dared not let Madison get close!

Therefore, dispersing resources at this time is not a good choice at all.

Constantine adjusted his glasses and said calmly, "To be honest, based on the intelligence Cordelia provided, given the potential dangers in the town, all of us combined are insignificant. To put it bluntly, we're just cannon fodder to make up the numbers or to gather information."

"Besides, with that person around, we're practically dispensable anyway."

“So, why don’t we split up? Mr. Tommy, you take the soldiers to Barnubi City to provide support, and Chase and I will take that person to the town to meet up with Miss Madison and the others. We’ll come back to the town after you’ve dealt with the situation.”

"That way, you can provide timely support without delaying operations here."

"How about it, that would be the best of both worlds?"

After saying that, Constantine looked at Tommy calmly, his eyes filled with confidence.

Tommy paused for a moment.

He nodded and agreed.

This is indeed the best solution.

Tommy turned to the soldiers, "Now, on my command, advance..."

Watching the soldiers leave.

At this moment, the blood-red light that had been enveloping the hundred warriors also converged on him.

Constantine closed the book, called to Chas, and headed towards the town. (End of Chapter)