Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

boom!
Madison immediately crushed the prisoner's head.

Everyone looked grim. Oh no, the little witches looked completely bewildered; they didn't seem to know what Paimon was.

That's normal. Although America is a religious country, it's not exactly devout. People's faith is weak, and their understanding of these myths and legends is not comprehensive.

“Paimon, one of the four supreme pillars of the seventy-two demons of Hell, second only to the seven demon kings. If it really is Him descending, then it will definitely be a big problem,” Madison explained.

Actually, she didn't know these things at first, but her identity as an apostle forced her to learn about them. Otherwise, what if she revealed her ignorance? She didn't want to lose face in front of the believers.

"What do we do now? Has He... has He already descended?" Queenie asked in a panic.

Madison remained silent. Myrtle glanced at the composed Constantine and said, "Worrying won't help if it really is Him. Besides, He hasn't actually descended yet."

"Also, Mr. John, what is this?"

Constantine smiled. "I knew before I came that there would be a lot of trouble here, so I naturally had to make full preparations before coming. This is the servant of the great God of Revelation, the Blood God Khorne!"

Blood God... Khorne...

Why does it have such an evil feel to it?

Myrtle inwardly grumbled, but upon hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief. Since there was a god here, he should be able to stop this disaster.

No wonder Constantine wasn't too flustered from beginning to end; he was confident of success.

"So, is everything alright now?" Zoe suddenly asked.

"I don't know, it depends on the relationship between Blood God and Paimon."

Constantine's words instantly created a tense atmosphere. He glanced at Zoe and the others and said, "You should go back first. Staying here won't do you any good, and you'll only make yourself more vulnerable to Paimon's influence."

Queenie and Nan nodded repeatedly. Zoe hesitated for a moment, then looked at Madison, who also nodded, signaling them to leave.

Mertel: "Go back now. This experience has surely broadened your horizons. Go back and practice hard, and don't slack off anymore."

Zoe reluctantly agreed, grabbed Queenie and Nan, activated Teleportation, and disappeared from the spot.

This experience truly exceeded their expectations.

Especially the gap between them and Madison now is not only in terms of ability, but also in their mentality. At least they can't kill so many people so naturally.

……

After the three left, only Constantine, Chase, Myrtle, Madison, and Steve, who was kneeling and crying, remained at the scene. Even the townspeople in the nearby houses had already fled to the edge of town.

At the funeral, more than twenty corpses splattered blood on the ground, three female heads of different ages stared at the sky with pale eyes, and a boy floated in the air, with black and bloody energy intertwining and entering and leaving his body.

Inside the boy's body.

Two immense forces are clashing.

The blood god power of Khorne, and the Paimon magic that descended upon this place.

In comparison, Paimon's power far surpasses Khorne's, but because he did not possess a host, the amount of power he received was not much, which allowed the two to achieve a delicate balance of power.

Now, even the slightest increase in pressure will cause this balance to spiral out of control.

At this time.

Constantine frowned and looked at Madison. "Apostle, please take that man away from here. He is a member of this family. Although he does not have the family's bloodline, it is hard to guarantee that the Demon God will not do anything. Just in case, it is best to take him away."

Madison didn't act impulsively. He calmly nodded and prepared to teleport away. But then, the man laughed bitterly at the three female heads not far away and staggered toward the boy, who was his son.

"Quick! Take him away!"

Madison grabbed Steve and teleported into the town, arriving outside of it.

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Looks like we arrived just in time."

After saying that, Madison teleported back into town.

However, only five minutes later...

Then something unexpected happened.

A black force flew in from outside and directly transformed into a surge of power that flowed into the boy's body.

……

And all of this originates from the outside.

Outside the town, Steve, who had just been teleported out by Madison, suddenly pulled a knife out of his pocket and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha..."

"Damn America! Fuck! Fuck!!"

He remembered the culprit who had caused all of this to happen.

It wasn't a demon, a witch, or even my mother-in-law; it was the American government! It was those capitalists!!

If it weren't for these people, how could their kill threshold be so high? They can't even withstand the slightest risk, and a little bad luck can turn them into homeless people, with no chance of turning their lives around!
Even in death, they become part of these capitalists' business. There's one thing he didn't tell the truth about: his colleague, besides selling his kidney and having his wife sell herself on the street, was also overdosed on with marijuana by other homeless people that very night. They dismembered his body, sold it for money, and collected the body—it was all those capitalists...

Haha, they caused ordinary people like me to become homeless, then oppressed us step by step until we died, and in the end they didn't even spare our corpses, sucking our marrow from our bones!
Vampires! They are the real vampires!
If it weren't for them... if it weren't for them...

I will never bring the children back, I will not stay here due to reality, and I will never...

Steve was both crying and laughing. He suddenly knelt down, crying, "Lord! Please show yourself! This world is so filthy, full of vampires! Please show yourself, please destroy the world, please save us—"

He was not religious, but at this moment he longed for God's intervention more than any believer.

only……

God remained unresponsive, as always.

He was like a clay statue in a church, only knowing how to sit there and look down on people with a seemingly compassionate but actually superior attitude.

Whether they are happy or sad, sorrowful or melancholy, it has nothing to do with Him.

It's laughable that those below him act in His name, committing evil and wicked deeds. Some even have their faith ingrained in them, believing that if others help them, it's a miracle from God, and if others don't help them, it's possession by the devil...

The world is in complete chaos, with demons running rampant.

But no matter what, God never appears.

Good things and bad things are none of His concern.

Like now.

Even though Steve had fallen into the abyss of despair, He remained without a shadow.

A few minutes later.

Steve, who was kneeling deeply on the ground, slowly raised his head. His eyes were empty and lifeless. It was as if despair had devoured his soul, leaving only a shell.

He pointed the knife at his neck and slashed it without hesitation.

Blood gushed from the arteries, staining the tree trunk red.

"Heh heh... the human world... heh... is hell... heh... God... is dead..."

boom!
The body fell to the ground.

A desperate soul flew out of the body, and through its special connection with the Graham family, it was dazed and confused as it was pulled by a gravitational force towards the town.

It entered the boy's body.

It was consumed by Paimon's magic.

hum! !

It was this desperate soul, filled with resentment towards society, anger towards God, and fear of the devil, that became the final straw that broke the scales.

ka ka ka-

The magic began to rise steadily, drawing more power from hell, while the power of the Blood God was steadily declining.

The boy landed. He opened his eyes, which were filled with blackness, with only a trace of bloodshot color, as if impurities were being quickly cleared away.

Gulu, gulu.

His eyes moved.

Paimon looked at Constantine.

A dark, abyssal power surged forth, and in a daze, Constantine even felt endless knowledge flooding into his mind. This knowledge could answer any question, and with this knowledge, he could even become an omniscient god!

Without a doubt, this was Paimon's instigation and mental invasion.

Fortunately, Constantine was a master of magic and became Louis's disciple.

A magical mark within his body flashed and disappeared.

Constantine instantly regained his senses.

Dengdengdeng.

She took several steps back, took a deep breath, and looked at the boy—no, Paimon.

"This is bad; it's about to happen completely."

Constantine looked behind him and saw that Madison was unharmed. This was normal, after all, he was an apostle. Although he was a fake, he had Louis's protection, so there was nothing to fear.

Chase... Chase is actually alright too.

Myrtle, with her head down, seemed to be desperately resisting the mental invasion.

Constantine frowned, quickly pulled out a talisman from his person, threw it at Mertel, and then, without checking how the boy was doing, walked directly towards him, enduring Paimon's gaze, and approached him step by step.

"Human, you are quite remarkable. I can see your thirst for knowledge and wisdom."

"You seem to be known as a master of magic?"

"Are you interested in learning forbidden spells and the methods to become a god?"

The boy spoke, his voice a binaural, overlapping tone, one childlike and the other deep and hoarse.

Constantine, however, remained completely unaffected. He simply walked step by step to stand before him, grinning broadly, "Demon, go back to hell!"

A rather unusual-looking peach wood amulet suddenly appeared in his hand, and he pressed it down on his forehead.

sizzle-

As soon as it touched the forehead, a large amount of white smoke rose from the contact surface, and the amulet became scalding hot.

The blazing divine light within began to surge into the boy's body.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

A cry of pain, audible only on the soul level and like being stabbed several times with needles, rang out. In reality, the dark aura in the boy's eyes suddenly receded, and blood color returned to some of them. His condition improved, and he was no longer as precarious as before.

Even so, His voice remained basically calm, without the slightest sign of anger or panic, only... slightly surprised.

"Human! This power does not belong to you, it belongs to... that alien god!"

"You are His person?!"

Constantine scoffed, "You only find out now? And you claim to have given me endless knowledge? You're just bragging. You say you know everything, but does God know?"

"Sharp-tongued, I'm really starting to admire you more and more, human. Come into my arms, I'm willing to make you my demon child, as long as you put this thing down."

“You know it’s not enough to send me back. My magic has already forced that Blood God to retreat. Even with your power, it won’t help. Why not join me? I have the Demon Kings behind me. I believe you can tell which side has a better future.”

"Come, join the greater cause." His voice was still as seductive as ever, and without the slightest hint of anger.

"Heh." Constantine smirked.

Not far away, Madison, who had witnessed this scene, finally came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and took out his amulet, which was the one that Louis had imbued with the divine light of the moon.

She walked towards Paimon step by step.

"A witch?"

"Heh, you dare to come over at a time like this? You've got guts, but you're too stupid. What can you do with this little bit of strength? Heh heh."

When Madison came before Him, He still did not stop mocking Him, and black mist swirled in His eyes.

"Witch, get lost! Don't be in such a hurry to die. You should be a delicious snack after I arrive, not rushing over now. That will only disrupt the meal order, which is not good, not good..."

But when Madison took out the amulet...

"???"

“Alright, witch, I think we can talk.”

Madison scoffed, "Why didn't you think of that earlier? Besides, look who I am!"

The mark etched on Madison's soul exudes a unique stance.

Paimon finally sensed it.

The witch before me is actually an apostle of a god!

How could this be? How could a witch be an apostle! What foolish god would have such a disregard for tradition... Oh, an alien god.

That's it.

It is common knowledge that apostles cannot betray God.

and so……

puff!

Madison gritted his teeth and pressed the amulet against the back of His head.

sizzle...

This time, it wasn't a burning sensation like fire, but rather a strong corrosive feeling like sulfuric acid!

The divine light of the dark moon poured into it recklessly.

Under normal circumstances, the two forces should be opposed and antagonistic to each other. However, because they are both Louis's forces, and Louis has also mastered the Yin-Yang dual-element magnetic divine light, the two divine lights did not consume each other, but instead jointly eroded Paimon's magic power.

One leads and the other follows, like a millstone circulating and rotating in a cycle.

The black magic was being eroded bit by bit.

However, the Four Pillars are still the Four Pillars. Even in the current situation, it only means that the power of the Blood God has regained half of the power, and the two are once again on equal footing.

They didn't lose, and they weren't driven back to hell.

The situation seems to have reached a stalemate.

Meanwhile, outside the town.

The intense aura of despair emanating from the body of Steve, who had just committed suicide in despair, attracted the nearby Soul Clown, At.

slam-la-

The leaves rustled in the grove.

Art arrived carrying a still-dripping axe and dancing to Michael Jackson's music.

"Wow~"

It let out a strange cry, moved closer to Steve's corpse, took a deep breath, then shook its head in disappointment and kicked the soulless body.

Their attention was turned to the town.

A chilling smile curled onto the clown's black and white face. (End of Chapter)