Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 206 Sequel: Pandemonium Beret

“These are John and Mia, the ones who were harassed by that demon.”

The two laughed awkwardly, Mia still holding the child in her arms.

Ed looked around and, finding nothing amiss, walked aside with Perez to begin their conversation.

Before long, the two began to argue fiercely.

The two argued because, while they agreed on reporting to the church, they disagreed on the matter of Louis taking the devil away.

Instead, disagreements arose.

Ed didn't want to report what he had asked, but Perez disagreed; Perez wanted to report the whole story.

He believed that no information about this incident should be concealed, otherwise it would mislead the church and have a bad influence. Moreover, that person had taken away the devil, and it was necessary to find him.

Ed couldn't persuade the other party, and the two could only argue, each sticking to their own version of events.

The loud noise successfully broke Louis's hiding spell and attracted the attention of the nearby police.

"Hey!"

"Stop! Stop right now!"

"I'm warning you!"

Seeing the police officer draw his gun in an instant, the group panicked, but quickly made the right response.

He raised his hand and began to explain.

They dared not make any move to reach for anything or run away. There was no other way; the situation in America was special. The police were always on edge, especially when faced with a major case like this. Nobody knew if the other side had a gun, and then a chaotic gunfight ensued.

Ed helplessly raised his hand, glanced at the still angry Perez, and sighed.

"Lowling, it seems we need to contact the church."

Rowling, who was rubbing her eyes the whole time, nodded.

Finally, police cars arrived and took them all back to the station.

This incident was too big. Although the internet is not very developed now, the information still got out, even though the Administration, which has the most advanced technology in the United States, handled it.

But the local police department is under considerable pressure.

The citizens didn't care whether it was a natural disaster or not; all they knew was that they were threatened, and that the police, whom they paid taxes to support, had not protected them but instead chose to flee, even faster than they had!

Therefore, Ed and his group, who appeared at the disaster site and were acting somewhat furtively, were obviously a good way to divert attention.

After the firefighters arrived, water cannons were set up, foam was activated, and a large amount of liquid began to be poured into the crack.

just.

As they poured the liquid, a dark shadow suddenly flashed in the water and drifted towards the sewer.

……

Just as Louis was outwitting and outmaneuvering Malthus's avatar and imprisoning him...

The other side of the world space.

In modern society, scientists have many conjectures and studies about space, such as dimensional worlds, parallel worlds, other worlds, and alternate dimensions...

There are simply too many to count.

Some of them are correct, while others are pure fantasy.

Hell is very close to the dimensional world and other world they imagined.

If the world is described as a pair of twins, then hell and the present world are such a combination. As for heaven, Mount Olympus, and other "divine kingdoms," they are giant alternate dimensions created based on the present world.

Conversely, hell, no less than the present world, also contains countless "divine kingdoms" from various mythologies, such as the underworld, hell, and the River Styx.

However, unlike in the mortal world where God wiped out most pantheons, hell is far more chaotic.

It's like one person finishes their act and another takes the stage; the wheel of fortune keeps turning.

Today it's Hades, the god of the underworld, who's in power; tomorrow it's Hela; the day after, it's Osiris...

There is no true king of hell.

This situation only came to an end after God's most beloved angel, the Son of the Morning Star, fell from heaven with one-third of the angels.

Satan—the enemy of God.

Lucifer earned the title of Satan and led a group of demons, one-third of whom were angels, to conquer vast swathes of Hell. He also conquered the underworlds of other mythologies. Although he did not achieve complete success and could not accomplish God's great work, it was still no easy feat.

This made the name Satan, which could be used by any creature that is hostile to God, to some extent become exclusive to Him.

hell.

Pandemanian, or Pandemonium.

On a pitch-black land burning with black flames, a vast palace spanning countless miles was being built. Every moment, all sorts of lesser demons and demonic beings carried materials to construct, add to, and modify this palace complex.

The army under Mammon, one of the demon lords, was responsible for guarding these slaves.

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

"Hey!"

A bull-headed monster with a black body, ferocious and terrifying!

This is a Minotaur, a descendant of the Minotaur from Greek mythology, who, after being corrupted, multiplied in Hell for thousands of years and was completely transformed into a demonic being, and now works as a laborer in this palace.

One by one, stone pillars were carried into the palace. Beside them were small demons, barely a meter tall, who carefully polished crystals with their sharp teeth and claws to serve as ceilings or floors; they were the most widespread creatures in Hell.

Although it bears the name of a demon, it has absolutely no relation to any real demon.

They are intelligent, cruel by nature, and have a strong reproductive capacity. They often serve as soldiers and food for the demons of hell, alongside evil spirits—yes, a dual role.

And of course, they were also involved in the arduous task of building palaces. Every moment, countless little devils were captured, brainwashed with magic, and thrown into the construction process.

In addition, there are evil spirits that are lit in candles to serve as light sources, giants that act as roof beams, half-demons that look like humans and prepare food, and legions of demons that ride various monsters to capture lesser demons or evil spirits...

This is a building that will never be completed.

Inside this Pandemonium.

Only demons deserve to have a small palace. Great demons naturally have larger palaces, but only demons who reach the level of demon gods can cover an area. Reaching the level of a palace is an achievement for an entire area.

Because the demon god commands a large number of demons and great demons, which together form a vast palace complex.

And in this enormous Palace of Ten Thousand Demons, in the southeast corner...

At the heart of a palace complex.

The vast hall, constructed of black crystal, was filled with burning candles that released wisps of souls, while the evil spirits inside continued to scream, creating a symphony.

The vast throne cast a wide and long black shadow in the firelight.

And in the black shadows.

The familiar four-horned demon Malthus was now kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear.

He looked terrified and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

On the golden throne, which was carved with musical instruments, was a cat-headed human with a yellow cat's head, a muscular body, long and slender yet powerful limbs, and a cat's tail swaying back and forth.

Beside the throne lay a gray-white horse covered in scales, with wisps of black energy emanating from the gaps in its scales and from its mouth and nose.

The cat-headed man, also known as Berete, is one of the seventy-two demon gods, or even one of the top demon gods, and a former angel who could be given the title of Demon King.

It held a flute in its hand, but did not play it. Instead, it coldly stared at Malthus on the ground, its tail swaying slightly and producing a series of explosive sounds.

"Malthus, I remember you were the first in our legion to successfully summon an avatar, weren't you?"

"It is Beret who spoke."

The voice had a feline sharpness to it.

Malthus swallowed hard. "Yes, Commander."

"Then why are you telling me now that your avatar is gone?"

"Commander, it really wasn't intentional. It was just a coincidence. My avatar was taken down by a strange priest," Malthus quickly explained.

It was something they really hadn't expected.

Not only did they lose their avatar, but they also had such bad luck.

Just then, his superior, Beret, summoned him, wanting him to descend in his true form as soon as possible to complete a task.

However, its incarnation was also captured, instantly increasing the difficulty of its true form descending.

have to.

Your boss is unhappy, regardless of whether you're just unlucky or not.

"Heh, you said it was taken care of by the church, and I won't say much, but you actually mentioned a priest, Malthus. Have I been too nice to you? Would you like to come and listen to a concert from my flute?"

"Berret said with a cold laugh."

The flute in his hand trembled slightly, revealing the holes covered by his fingers. Inside were countless tiny souls, screaming in agony and wailing, covering their ears!
It was as if they were suffering some kind of terrible punishment.

Yet he couldn't even commit suicide.

Barrett loves listening to music and also loves putting on... concerts. Yes, concerts, something from this world, is what it loves most.

Even when going to war, he liked to have his subordinates play different horns as accompaniment.

But what it played was anything but pleasant; for its subordinates, the flute in Berrett's hand was the most terrifying form of torture.

and so……

Malthus simply knelt on the ground and began to beg for mercy, revealing his backup plan.

"Commander! I still have followers in the mortal world, and a trace of my power has been taken away. I will soon be summoned again and descend as an incarnation."

"call!!"

A sharp flute note suddenly rang out.

A wave of sound, like ripples on water, sent Malthus flying, crashing into the wall like a bullet. A third of the black demonic energy on his body dissipated in an instant.

However, in any case, the fact that it wasn't caught in the flute or killed outright is the best outcome.

"I'll give you some time. Do it as soon as possible. If you fail to do it and our progress falls short of Mammon's requirements, you're no longer alive."

Barrett elegantly licked his paw and said this.

Having narrowly escaped with his life, Malthus had no choice but to agree and was about to leave.

But then, a horn was thrown over.

It fell into its embrace.

(End of this chapter)