Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 236 Hell Rift Demon Gura
in the base.

A weak, bald man wearing a blue and white hospital gown and an oxygen mask was staring intently at the center of the magic circle.

Jack, who comes from the Brinks Jewish tycoon family, is very young, only fifty years old this year.

Compared to those tycoon elders in their sixties, seventies, or eighties, he is really young, but that doesn't mean he doesn't crave life. In fact, his desire for life is no less than that of the older generation.

Because he was sick, with an incurable disease—cancer.

He was unwilling to live for less than two more years. He was an important member of the Brinks conglomerate, and he hadn't had enough of the life of debauchery and extravagance!

How could I possibly be so willing to die?

Therefore, when he learned that his family had been investing in a company called Watershed, which explored mystical forces, he risked everything and invested most of his assets in this area.

Finally, this was perhaps the last investment of his life that succeeded. Only God knows how happy he was when he learned that the Gluttony Array had been completed.

Thank God.

As a Jew, Brinks considered himself part of the chosen race.

what?
Gluttony Demon King?

So what? The devils are all defeated by the Lord. Now, the Lord's chosen people have needs, and you losers should strive to meet them in order to leave hell!

A smile appeared on Jack's face.

He seemed to already see himself recovering his health.

Beelzebub, the gluttonous demon king, is a demon king who controls plagues in legend. Since he controls plagues, then take away this damned cancer!
At this moment, the last girl placed in the center of the magic circle had her throat crushed, her wrists and ankles broken, and flames erupted from her body, just like when the gluttonous witch died.

The middle-aged manager next to him bowed and said, "Mr. Jack, the ceremony is ready. Please take the seat of honor."

"Okay, okay, once I recover, you can go to one of our media companies. A general manager position with equity in the company would be a good fit for you."

The supervisor's eyes lit up instantly.

Isn't all this flattery just for personal gain?

The Brinks Jewish conglomerate is one of the media giants on the East Coast of the United States. It is a newly emerging conglomerate, and the general manager's position also includes equity, which means he is almost moving away from being a high-level employee and into the ranks of capitalists.

Very good!
"Sir, I'll take you there."

The supervisor immediately pushed Jack's wheelchair toward the center of the magic circle.

Looking at the flowing blood and remaining limbs on the ground, Jack showed no disgust. He knew that these were necessary sacrifices. Anyway, he had money, and the homeless people had voluntarily signed the agreement. They couldn't be blamed for their deaths.

"Death will eventually leave me."

Heh, those old guys are worried that the magic array isn't mature enough, that the Management Bureau has set a trap, that something unexpected might happen...

They were worried about this and that, so none of them came.

A bunch of cowards.

Now, I will claim the fruits of victory.

"Let the ceremony begin."

A hoarse, aged voice rang out.

Staff members from all around came up on stage and began reciting incantations and prayers from the Sin Eater Circle and the Gluttony Circle.

"The unclean and impure beings of hell... control the spread of plagues and incite malice and strife among the people..."

Large patches of dirt and grime appeared on the grayish stone surface.

"In the midnight when stomach acid boils, in the corner where bread is moldy, in the stench-filled torrents rolling in the rifts of hell, listen to the buzzing of the swarms of flies..."

One by one, the stomachs of humans, cows, pigs, and other animals churned in the blood grooves, where stomach acid flowed, making a soft sizzling sound.

Above the magic circle, a large swarm of flies, which had been prepared in advance, was released. Strangely, none of these flies flew around randomly; instead, they simply followed the blood groove and hovered above the magic circle.

The buzzing of the swarm of flies seemed both grand and terrifying amidst the increasingly loud chanting.

"Beelzebub the Great! The King of Gluttony! The Demon King who is His Enemy!"

"Your tentacles entwine all decaying things, your pupils reflect ceaseless chewing, grant me fangs to chew all things, grant me..."

Rumble...Rumble...

The ground was trembling slightly.

The magic array formed by circles and pentagrams was also trembling slightly, and even began to bubble, as if it were boiling!
Jack, along with countless staff members and soldiers, watched this scene with wide eyes.

For Westerners deeply influenced by the Bible, miracles are irresistible, even if they are "miracles" of the devil.

boom!
Bang bang bang!
One by one, people knelt down and began to worship the magic circle.

From this moment on.

This place has been abandoned by Jesus.

"I am willing to offer up my physical power as your bait. Please tear open the rift in hell and descend upon this hungry world!!!"

As the last prayer was uttered.

The ground stopped shaking and even gradually came to a stop.

???

Feeling the ground fall silent, Jack was filled with confusion. Where was the noise? Just like that? Where were his familiars? Where were his wishes? Where were the demons?
Where did they all go?

Did the ceremony fail?

No, you can't do that! Wait!

Jack's fierce gaze fell upon the center of the magic circle.

Beneath the chosen woman, where the blood had covered the ground, the area suddenly began to expand, spread, and churn, and the woman's body began to sink into the blood.

clack clack...

The ground had indeed cracked open.

Pale, ghostly hands reached out, gripping the woman tightly and pulling her downwards with all their might. In the crack, clusters of orange flames could be seen rising, exploding, and spreading, along with patches of land flowing like lava. However, beside these patches of land was a dark green, bubbly, and putrid river.

Amidst the decaying rivers and lava fields, illusory souls struggle, screaming in agony and waving their hands. The emotions in each pair of eyes are incredibly powerful—a gaze that no actor in the world can match, capable of piercing the heart!
Moreover, even in such a harsh living environment, there is no shortage of life.

One by one, black, keratinous demons, each with a large belly and only about 1.5 meters tall, swung their broken, rotting claws and leaped about, seemingly trying to cross the rift and enter the mortal world.

This is the scene of hell, laid bare.

Jack turned pale. At that moment, he finally understood why those older than him were so stubbornly determined to escape their sins. Going to hell was truly a terrifying thing!

But then he became excited.

He succeeded! He succeeded!
Now, he will recover his health and even become a powerful servant!

Click click click, click click click—

The woman had been completely seized by those pale, ghostly hands.

This is one of the meanings of the sacrifice, or the power to offer one's body in prayer.

As the woman was completely swallowed, a foul-smelling claw, covered in pustules and sores and stained with green liquid, emerged. Then came a second claw, its two claws gripping the ground and pushing outwards as if trying to widen the crack so that the body could emerge completely.

But as if restricted by some kind of constraint, it could only let out a roar of resentment before its arm suddenly detached and flew out.

boom!
A huge arm, about two meters long, landed on the ground.

Glug glug... glug glug...

The green arm twisted and deformed, and in an instant, it turned into a demon that was only 2.5 meters tall, with a big belly, a pair of fly wings on its back, a large number of green-headed flies swarming around it, and a putrid smell emanating from its body.

"Damn it, why couldn't the quality of the offerings be better?! It's made me only appear in one-sixth of my original form."

"And then there's this damn limitation of God, the rift to hell is so small..."

The demon made a sound, complaining for a while, and then looked at Jack, who was in the main position of the magic circle. Its orange eyes gleamed with cunning. "My dear summoner, it is your honor that you were able to summon me."

The communication between demons and humans begins here.

boom! boom! boom!
It strode heavily to Jack and casually swatted away the terrified person blocking its way.

Gumbling—

Jack swallowed hard, stunned for a moment, before quickly recovering.

He knelt on the ground, saying, "Great Demon King Beelzebub, it was I who summoned you."

!!!

The demon glared, "I am not Beelzebub!"

what?
Jack opened his mouth, his mind seemingly returning to the days of building his business. "No matter who you are, you are a great demon. It is my honor to summon you. May I ask if I may know your name?"

The demon grinned and uttered words that sent chills down Jack's spine: "Human, your brain smells very good."

"Remember, my name is Gura, a demon servant of the great demon king Beelzebub, and one of the leaders of the fly swarm."

"Yes, tell me your wish."

After glancing at the magic circle and seemingly recognizing it, Gula spoke to Jack.

Jack's eyes lit up. "I want to become your servant! To be freed from sin! To prolong my life! If I could, I would..."

"Hahaha!! Human, with your greed, perhaps you should go find the demons under Mammon. Yes, you can do it all, as long as you grant me one small request."

Gula lowered his head and leaned closer to Jack, saying this.

The pungent, fishy stench even made the others faint; the gaping mouth was full of rotten teeth and maggots, making it unbearable to look at.

But Jack completely ignored it.

"Please tell me."

Gu La stretched out his tongue, which was at least half a meter long, and licked his dry, gray lips, while his big belly rumbled loudly.

Jack suddenly realized, "Your offerings are all ready."

"Hey! Call the warehouse and have them bring all the offerings over here."

"No need, these are fine."

what?
Before he could react...

Gula opened his mouth wide.

Large numbers of greenbottle flies were spat out of its mouth, flying in all directions like vomit.

These greenbottle flies are each twice the size of a normal fly, and they carry a corrosive liquid that helps them suck up food.

Buzz! ! !
A fly plague, much like a locust plague, has arrived.

(End of this chapter)