Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 171 Reencounter with the Ritual Frenzy
"Demon! Get out of my daughter's body! I'm going to kill you!"

Switz shouted, his eyes filled with rage. He had done so much for his daughter, but now the devil was trying to take her away from him. Damn it, he had to kill the devil.

As for killing their daughter together...

There was nothing that could be done. At least by killing the demon, the daughter's soul could go to heaven instead of being controlled by the demon and sent to hell.

This is the only thing he can do for his daughter, and he will risk his life for it!
"Caesar! Get your gun out and find your sister!"

He called out, wanting his eldest son to come along.

Inside the house, the eldest son, whose mouth had been slashed, came out with a gun, but intentionally or unintentionally, the muzzle of his gun seemed to be pointed at his elderly father.

At this time.

"Switz?"

A voice rang out, and it was Louis, who was standing at the farm gate looking at him, with Carrie by his side.

Switz was taken aback. After glancing at them twice, he quickly recognized Louis and Carrie. After all, it had only been a few days, and he hadn't forgotten the two of them.

"Oh, it's you guys. I'm sorry, I have some things to do right now and I can't entertain you."

After saying a few words hastily, Switz looked at his son Caleb and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and start looking!"

At this moment, Caleb's gun was already pointed at the ground. He nodded repeatedly in response to his father's roar and started to move.

Louis stood at the door with a calm expression.

Just now, he sensed a strange fluctuation in the stable, and Carrie felt the same way.

As they sensed it, their master seemed to sense it as well. Then, Louis and Carrie saw a girl crawl out of the wall like a spider and disappear into the woods in the blink of an eye.

It was at this moment that Switz ran out, shouting that he wanted to grab his daughter.

Louis was not surprised to find Switz here; he already knew it was Switz's farm from the moment he arrived and asked around.

Let's combine what Swyz said earlier in the car, as well as what he just said, and put the information together.

The result was easily derived.

The girl just now was his sick daughter, probably also a sacrifice for the Miner's Order this time, but for some unknown reason, she escaped in this state.

At that moment, Father Cotton walked out of the stable, looking dejected.

He was experiencing a complex mix of emotions: the collapse of his faith, the fear of the real existence of God and the devil, and the shame that his honesty had allowed the demon to continue possessing the girl…

A mixture of emotions tormented him.

"No, I have to do something. Now, I need to find the girl first."

Cotton rallied.

At this point, someone asked, "Excuse me, could you tell me what just happened here?"

Looking up, I saw a handsome young man and a blonde girl standing in front of me.

Cotton pursed his lips and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't say what happened here. You should leave now."

As Louis shook his head, the color of his clothes shifted slightly, and a hallucination appeared in the minds of Father Cotton and the two photographers behind him.

Unable to contain himself, Father Cotton recounted everything that had happened.

Just as he finished speaking, Father Cotton forcefully broke free from the hallucination, clutching his head, his brow furrowed, "Hiss..."

"What's going on? What's that feeling? It's like I said something?"

Louis raised an eyebrow in surprise. This Father Cotton had quite the willpower; he had broken free so quickly.

Louis quietly dispelled the illusions of the two cameramen and looked at Father Cotton. "In that case, we'll take our leave."

"Uh-huh."

Father Cotton was still rubbing his temples, but he had already started walking, his eyes searching for the girl.

Watching Father Jaden leave.

Louis stroked his chin. "Heh, Abaram's prophetic abilities are quite average."

Abalam possessed prophetic abilities, which Louis knew from the beginning; otherwise, he wouldn't have informed the Cleric about his, Carrie's, and Hayley's whereabouts.

However, the other party didn't realize they had arrived at the farm gate until they were right there, and didn't use their prophetic abilities, which shows that their abilities are quite ordinary.

"This is troublesome. I was hoping you could gather all the heretics and wipe them out in one fell swoop, but it seems you may not have that ability."

Louis had been leaking information and having the old women tip them off, all to gather them together so they could be captured in one fell swoop and head towards the sacrificial site. He also wanted to see what choice the demon Abaram would make after he foresaw his approach.

Should we gather all our forces to fight back, or simply run away?

But now it seems that the other party's prophetic ability is limited, and the wish to wipe them all out may not be fulfilled. No, although the prophetic ability is limited, the fact that the other party can directly control the host to escape when they see that I and Carrie have arrived shows that they can sense my and Carrie's power.

So, the question remains: will he gather his men or flee?
"Let's go, Carrie, find her!"

Carrie nodded and released all her psychic power. The invisible force spread rapidly in all directions like a circle.

And at this time.

In the local church, a kind-looking old man in a priest's robe answered a phone call. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes darkened. "Father Manley, what should I do?" A woman dressed elegantly, who had just conspired with her lover to kill her son and was worried about her husband's return, was confessing to Father Manley and seeking answers.

Father Manley still wore a kind smile. "The Lord will forgive you, but you should confess to your husband, because lying is unclean."

"Is that so? But my husband will beat me to death, won't he?"

"No, if he kills you, he will be rejected by the Lord, so you don't need to be afraid."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Father Manley. I understand. I cannot lie; it would offend the Lord. I will go find my husband now."

As the woman left, Father Manley's eyes flashed with disgust. Foolish woman!

You've already killed someone, so what's the point of lying? You expect God's forgiveness? What a joke!
These people are so stupid. No wonder they've been brainwashed by these flawed doctrines. Shepherding...shepherding...haha, a bunch of stupid sheep!
But I am different. I want to jump out of this sheepfold and stop being a sheep!

Therefore, I will not allow anyone to disrupt this outcome.

Recalling the phone call, Father Manley's eyes darkened, and at that moment, a tattoo on his body suddenly burned hot.

He hurried to the backyard of the church, where he lived.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, knelt down devoutly, cut his palm, and let the blood drip onto the ground, "Great Abharam! Please give me your guidance!"

Manley seemed to hear a voice in his ear. He closed his eyes tightly and nodded repeatedly, "Understood, understood, the ceremony will begin now."

"all?"

"Yes, I understand."

After speaking, he turned his hand over, and the wound on his palm had disappeared.

Manley took a deep breath and quickly regained his usual composure.

I took out my phone and started making a call.

Manley then closed the church and walked out the back door in one direction. As he went, one person after another came and gathered into a stream of people. They were all townspeople, and the fat woman who had given directions to Louis was among them.

People from all walks of life, doing all sorts of jobs, from shop assistants to lawyers, from the middle class to the poor, from the wealthy to the homeless...

Everyone is equal, regardless of social status or wealth. They will not despise you because your clothes are dirty, nor will they discriminate against you because your skin color is different, because they all share the same faith.

"Great Abharam!"

They stood in front of a cabin in the countryside, the second sacrificial site besides the Switz Farm forest.

A massive summoning array had already been carved here.

It is five meters in diameter, with a circle on the outside and a square on the inside. Inside, there are pentagrams and squares, resembling a geometric figure. All the lines are blood red and faintly emit a fishy smell.

Everyone performed their duties: collecting wood, repairing the magic circle with blood, checking the outline of the magic circle, polishing the stone platform, chanting incantations...

Some of the core members put on black robes, lit bonfires, and stood around the summoning circle, seemingly waiting for something. Father Manley also changed out of his priest's robes, pulled off the cross on his chest, put on a black robe, and stood at the front.

As they chanted the mantra together, the dense and detailed words resonated as many people chanted.

The sound gradually grew louder and more pervasive.

It has a mysterious power to influence people's hearts.

The sound accompanying the entire sacrificial ceremony added a touch of solemnity to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Time passed bit by bit.

The sound didn't diminish; everyone was still waiting.

Just then, a gust of wind blew.

A blur flashed before my eyes, and upon closer inspection, I saw a filthy blonde girl lying on the stone platform in the center of the magic circle, with chains automatically binding her hands and feet.

This girl was none other than Nell.

At this moment, Nell seemed to revert to her true self, staring in horror at the chains binding her and the black-robed figures chanting incantations around her.

"No! You, who are you?"

"Why am I here?"

"What are you going to do?"

Manley glanced at it, didn't reply, but calmly walked forward and raised his hand.

boom!
The people around suddenly increased the volume of their chanting, their enormous voices seemingly filled with fervor and desire.

Nell screamed incessantly. She looked around and saw pairs of eyes staring intently at her, seemingly in reverence, faith, fanaticism, longing, and greed...

Everything is focused on her eyes!

In the midst of this frenzied atmosphere, Father Manley took a dagger from his black robe and stretched out his aged hand to stroke Nell's belly.

The girl's smooth skin did not cause him to stop in the slightest; instead, he searched for a spot as if petting livestock.

at last.

The hand stopped.

(End of this chapter)