Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 216 The So-Called Elite Cleric Level Curse is Like a Shadow (4k)

"Quick! Get inside!"

someone shouted.

A group of people rushed in in a panic.

Kick, pull the leg back, abandon, punch...

They've used every possible means.

These are either big names in the news, celebrities at fashion shows, or heads of charitable organizations.

Don't be fooled by their glamorous appearances and claims that their wealth is justified because they possess superior qualities compared to ordinary people. At this moment, they are no different from ordinary people.

The same panic, the same fear, the same feeling of being like a headless fly.

As it turns out, the so-called elites are nothing special.

Louis found it amusing from above.

That's true. The world is a huge makeshift operation, and the number of true human elites is far less than we imagine.

Most of these so-called elites who appear on the stage are fake.

Perhaps it was luck, perhaps it was the scheming and backstabbing behind the scenes, or perhaps it was like AIDS, contracting the disease through one of those three routes...

However, regardless of the circumstances, these people control social resources, and their ability to withstand various emergencies is indeed stronger than that of ordinary people.

Like now.

Once inside, led by someone who appeared to be the owner of the villa, they each picked up a cross and walked into a circle drawn with salt.

"I just checked. The people who died all died suddenly with blood flowing from all seven orifices. It was either poisoned or some other special method."

"The crosses here are all from Father Patrick at St. Patrick's Cathedral, and these salt mounds are also rare holy salt. As long as you stay in here, even the devil won't be able to get in."

The one who said this was the owner of the place, a middle-aged man with a rugged face. From his words, it was clear that he probably belonged to the ranks of the true elite.

But at this moment, with blood on his feet and a wet pair of women's underwear hanging on his head, coupled with his forced composure, he looked somewhat comical.

Of course, the others probably weren't in the mood to laugh at him, since they were all more excited and fearful than the last.

"That's not the problem! What should we do now? That must have been a terrorist attack! Yes, it was Ben! It must have been Ben! That terrifying guy just declared war on the United States last year, and he even attempted to assassinate the Pope earlier this year!"

"Poisoning? Special forces? I think it's some kind of terrorist attack. Who knows what kind of weapons those terrorist military organizations might develop!"

"Little John! This is your villa, you have to take responsibility. Where is your security?"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why did my wife die?!"

"Mother fuck! I want to go back!"

"..."

Seeing that another conflict was about to break out, John's eyes flashed with impatience.

God knows how a bunch of brainless, unsettled, and noisy idiots could be richer than him, but no matter how dissatisfied he was, he couldn't let these guys die in his villa, otherwise he couldn't bear the repercussions.

"Everyone, please be quiet. I have just made a call and activated the security system. Just wait here quietly for a while, and you will be safe."

He tried his best to comfort her.

However, this group of people clearly each had their own ideas.

"Little John, where is your underground facility? Let's go inside; it's not safe here after all," someone suggested.

And it instantly gained the support of some people.

John's expression changed.

Underground facilities are just a shorthand; in reality, these are things that only wealthy individuals with deep pockets build, largely to avoid trouble, especially during the Cold War.

It is one of the most private things for these wealthy people.

Moreover, he still leaned towards the belief that the attack was caused by some mysterious force, rather than by special technology or poisoning.

Leaving this secret room for the underground facility now would only lead to trouble. No, we can't let them go. We have to keep them in check.

John quickly came to a conclusion, stepped forward, and clapped his hands.

"Gentlemen, it's not that I, John, am stingy, but we are currently the safest. The entrance to my underground facility is located in a corner of the villa. What if something happens between going out from here and going there?"

"Furthermore, since we came in, hasn't anyone noticed that no one has died?"

"This proves that it is safe now, and we just need to be a little more patient and wait quietly."

"Of course, if anyone doesn't believe me, then please, I'll tell him the location, and he can leave at any time. It's everyone's freedom, and I won't stop him."

With a combination of persuasive and firm arguments, and based on sound reasoning, he successfully calmed the dozens of people down.

But this time.

boom!
A woman suddenly collapsed to the ground, blood streaming from her mouth and nose. Her eyeballs even popped out from under the immense pressure. Her hands were outstretched, crying out, "Ugh... Help... help..."

"..."

one second.

two seconds.

Then... a scream!!

Everyone went crazy and ran frantically outside.

Only John, his body trembling with cold, stared at the circle drawn from the salt heap, which had already turned black, and the dead woman was not holding a crucifix.

It's a mysterious power, it really is a mysterious power, he wasn't wrong!

Going to the underground facilities was a mistake!
We can't let them go...

The thought abruptly stopped, and John's expression became uncertain as he realized something.

He couldn't say anything.

The entity that is targeting them might be watching them right now.

Let these people attract attention; he can't focus all his attention on himself.

John didn't say anything more. He simply made a phone call, then poured holy water he had bought from the cardinal on himself, ate communion (bread), and, holding the crucifix, walked to a corner and sat down quietly.

And at this time.

Those who ran outside to search for underground facilities encountered even more terrifying things.

boom!
Crack!

Bang bang bang!
One by one, people collapsed and couldn't get up.

They groaned and struggled in agony, but still could not escape death.

And the crosses in their hands were crumbling.

No one can save them.

At this moment, even more elite security personnel finally entered. They watched this scene in horror. Surveillance equipment, thermal imagers, and all technological devices were unable to pinpoint the enemy's location for them.

At last.

In despair, bang!
Thirty-six fully armed security personnel, capable of robbing a bank, were wiped out.

It didn't even last half a minute.

Before modern technology can fully unravel the mysteries, it has absolutely no advantage when facing certain special entities.

Of course, given Louis's current status, there's a certain suspicion of him bullying the weak... In the sky.

Louis tapped his finger around as if Death were playing a game, and whoever he tapped was the one he was targeting.

Of course, he didn't just randomly pick people. He focused on killing the members on the list, and also killed a few other wealthy people to muddy the waters. As for those he killed by mistake, there was nothing he could do about it; it was just bad luck.

However, the crosses these people wore were quite special; they actually worked when facing his Blood Curse Beads!

Well, it's basically the difference that originally one Blood Curse Bead could kill three people, but now it can only kill one.

As for the Holy Salt that had just formed a circle, it only managed to break through the protective circle by using an enhanced Blood Demon Curse Bead made from the blood of the Devouring Demon.

Its effectiveness is sufficient to protect those within the circle when facing ordinary evil spirits.

However, it was far from enough to deal with Louis, who was on par with the true form of a demon.

Kill one member of the list after another.

Louis was feeling a little bored.

He's not a pervert who enjoys killing.

Especially since these guys are completely powerless to resist, it's even less fun to play with them.

After killing the last member of the list, Louis turned and left.

And less than ten minutes after Louis left.

A car arrived here.

A man dressed in a priest's robe stepped out of the car; he was a bishop from St. Patrick's Cathedral.

In the Catholic clergy, below the Pope is the bishopric, which is divided into cardinals, bishops, priests, and deacons from highest to lowest.

Bishops are responsible for a single diocese, which is considered part of the middle level of the church. In some dioceses that are large enough, the bishops may even be promoted to archbishops, which is higher than bishops but lower than cardinals. They belong to the upper echelons of the church and are qualified to go to the Vatican to participate in confidential meetings.

St. Patrick's Cathedral belongs to the archdiocese, whose supreme leader is an archbishop, under whom are two bishops.

The fact that a bishop has come in person demonstrates the influence of this group of wealthy individuals.

In fact, this was only the effect of John Jr. and a small number of wealthy people making phone calls. If everyone made the calls, the archbishop would probably have to come over too.

No kidding, they really do have that influence.

Every year, the church receives countless donations from them, so how could they possibly refuse them?

The bishop froze as soon as he got out of the car. The priests who had come with him looked at him with confusion, not understanding why he didn't go inside.

The bishop took out his Bible, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to devoutly recite the words from the Bible.

As he chanted, he seemed to sense something.

After a while.

He shook his head, looked at the sky above the villa, and frowned. "Some powerful being just descended here, most likely a demon."

Perhaps feeling it wasn't quite accurate, or perhaps because he thought the priests around him were too dismissive, he added, "The demon in its true form."

The priests' expressions changed drastically.

Whether the demon's descent is its true form or not makes a huge difference!

The bishop was also bitter. He had just heard from the archbishop that darkness was about to strike again, but he never expected to encounter a demon that seemed to have descended in its true form today.

This is too bad luck.

But he had no choice. "Let's go in and take a look. May God bless Mr. John."

When they went inside, they were so shocked by the gruesome and bloody scene that they vomited uncontrollably.

Since the end of the darkness a century ago, the church has been lax in its military preparedness for a long time. Exorcising evil spirits is an occasional event. This new generation of clergy has never seen such a large-scale event before!

We finally made it into the villa.

They finally found little John in the corner, who was silently keeping his eyes closed.

Upon seeing them, John leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief. "Thank God, you've finally come."

"Mr. John, please tell me in detail what happened."

This is a big deal, as it involves the deaths of many wealthy people. As we all know, in this capitalist country, the wealthy are the real masters.

Although there are many masters, and their status varies, a master is still a master.

So many people dying at once, this is definitely big news!

The management bureau had to get involved, and even the church had to get involved, especially since it was suspected of involving demons.

Therefore, the bishop must find out the truth.

Soon, the bishop, who had learned the details of what had happened from John, became puzzled.

Is this... really a demon?
However, when I was praying using the Bible, what else could I have felt but the darkness, bloodshed, and terror that I experienced?
Could it be... some kind of curse?
“Mr. John, please bring the rest of your men to the church with us. This will allow us to better protect you.”

Regardless, protect the remaining people first, lest they all be wiped out.

John had no objections. After this experience, he understood that these mystical things were truly terrifying. Even though he held a portion of the most powerful forces in the secular world, he was as laughable as cattle in front of "them."

He was very scared.

"Sir Bishop, what was that just now?"

The bishop did not answer.

He couldn't give a definite answer.

Moreover, he had another guess about these wealthy people.

"Sir, have you offended anyone recently? Or has anyone secretly performed any heretical rituals?"

!!!

John was startled, then his pupils widened.

fuck!

It's really possible!
On this land, various heterodox rituals, mystical rites, and witchcraft flourished to an extreme degree, and even the wealthy class often tried them in private.

It's hard to say whether it was one of them who caused the trouble!
The bishop shook his head. "Next, let's wait for the archbishop's orders. Also, the Administration Bureau should take action soon, so Mr. John should be prepared."

……

Louis, having finished his tedious point-and-click killing spree, was unaware that the bishop believed him to be the true form of a demon incarnate, and that he was currently using prepared materials to make a straw doll.

Compared to the wealthy, the FBI deputy director, who holds an official position, is actually more troublesome.

At the very least, Louis couldn't just go over and kill him with a curse; there had to be a more reasonable way to make him die.

What could be more fitting than a curse?
Coincidentally, Louis had previously mastered a form of sorcery—the art of voodoo dolls.

This is where it comes in handy now.

First, the birth date and time were confirmed based on astrological instruments and data. Then, the deputy director's hair, which was purchased at a high price, was stuffed into the scarecrow.

Half an hour later.

It was about the size of a forearm and looked rather ugly, but it was just a crude straw figure in human shape that had taken shape.

The deputy director's name was written on the straw figure.

Louis took out a silver needle and plunged it into his heart.

(End of this chapter)