Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 239 The First Performance: The Death of Basshiba

The Warrens?

Weren't they exorcising a demon? Why did they suddenly rush over? Oh, there's another evil spirit rushing this way. Oh, I see, they're chasing this evil spirit.

Forget it, should we stop them now?

After a moment, Louis did not stop them and allowed them to enter the base area.

He discovered that the "big green-headed fly" below had already found the Warrens' presence, most likely because of Rowling.

When a medium is perceiving others, those others can also see the medium.

This is inherently a very risky thing.

Since that's the case, let the Warrens go on stage first to "perform," which will warm up the atmosphere while the other "actors" arrive.

However, we should also be careful. Although Rowling sealed a wisp of the power of the demon god Valak in The Conjuring 2, it was by a trick.

Louis didn't see any particularly powerful or mysterious forces at the Warrens' disposal, so they might just run into trouble.

If necessary, lend a hand.

……

below.

The vehicle sped up, and Ed stared in surprise at the massive, concealed building. "When did this kind of thing appear here?"

Rowling shook her head, her face still somewhat pale. "Basshiba went inside, but no, there are other evil spirits inside, no, demons!!"

Rowling's eyes widened suddenly, and they trembled uncontrollably once again as the scene from just moments ago replayed in her mind.

"Flies, plague, stench..."

"A fly beside the Gluttonous Demon King of Hell..."

Swish! !

She came to her senses and looked at her husband. "There's a summoning ritual inside. The demon has already come out; it's a subordinate demon of the demon king Beelzebub."

"Ed, what do we do?"

Ed stood still, gripping the steering wheel tightly, without saying a word; he was thinking.

Beelzebub's subordinate demons are unlikely to be demon gods, but there is a considerable probability that they are great demons. However, great demons cannot descend to the world in their true form.

So... it should just be an ordinary demon.

So the question is, do I have the ability to defeat the demon?

Taking a deep breath, Ed suddenly realized that this might be the strongest supernatural being he had ever faced in his career.

“Lorraine, listen to me, this is probably beyond our control. So, let’s drive over there and check on the people inside. If it’s really not working, we’ll leave immediately.”

"it is good."

Then, Ed took out his most treasured possession, a Bible that the cardinal had used for many years. The couple drove on while reading from the hardcover Bible.

Accompanying them as they moved forward.

They successfully broke through and entered Louis's barrier.

As soon as they entered, they heard a series of shrill screams and wails.

Layer upon layer, all were the desperate voices of humanity suffering from torment and terror. Just hearing them evoked a sense of sorrow and fear, a feeling of empathy for one's own kind.

"Something really did happen here."

The words have not yet fallen.

hum! !

A large swarm of green-headed flies, which had been hovering in the air and devouring a bone, suddenly rushed towards this side.

A dark mass descended like a curtain, and Ed held up the Bible while revving the engine.

boom! !

The swarm of flies was simply knocked away by the car, and not a single one managed to get inside.

The price was that a page of the Bible was quietly burned.

Ed held the Bible and watched this scene with a sense of certainty. He then used his extensive theological knowledge to explain, “Beelzebub, one of the demon kings of hell, is the one who commits gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins. This demon king is most fond of stirring up trouble among living beings and causing food to rot, thus causing plagues.”

"However, I remember reading about the flies around this demon king in a book. They hatched from rotting flesh, and their food is the blood and flesh of living beings. They are most afraid of pure and clean things, and should be purified by sprinkling holy salt and performing a mass."

Kaka!

Ed quickly retrieved a jar of holy salt from the back seat of the car. It was called holy salt, but it was actually just like holy water—a blessed and sacred item.

Of course, as an expert on ghosts and spirits, his holy salt was extraordinary, having been specially purchased from a famous cathedral.

Its effects should be stronger than ordinary holy salt.

Moreover, it also has some special uses...

boom!
The vehicle drove into the base.

"what is this?"

Greenbottle flies swarmed over the bones, devouring them; human flesh rotted and disemboweled...

Shooting! Corruption! Devastation!

All sorts of tragic scenes can be seen here.

Some people even had half of their cheeks rotting, with greenbottle flies crawling densely on the exposed flesh, wriggling around each other, which looked extremely gruesome.

"Come on!"

"Go quickly!!!"

The man looked at Ed and the other man, shouted, and finally collapsed to the ground.

Bang!

It fell to the ground with a strange sound, not like the weight a human should have when falling. It seemed... much lighter? Moreover, there was a faint crackling sound, like something had exploded. Something was not right.

Ed hadn't reacted yet.

The fallen corpse's head separated from its body and rolled away. Then, maggots crawled out from the severed neck, gnawing at the flesh and blood before quickly transforming into flies...

"Ugh~"

Rowling couldn't help but vomit. She looked at the scene in horror; it was too disgusting and too horrifying.

Ed's face was equally grim. "What a terrible sin!"

"A cruel demon!"

No, judging from the extent of its coverage and the impact it has caused, this demon is probably more terrifying than we imagined, and the methods we have are probably not enough to deal with it.

Ed quickly flipped open the back and took out two special guns, then poured the holy salt into the hole.

"Holy Salt Shotgun, hopefully it will work."

Subsequently.

Ed fired a shot at the corpse on the ground.

boom! ! !
The salt grains, sprayed out like flying sand, reacted violently the moment they landed on the corpse, like water colliding with hot oil, crackling and popping!
The pure white salt grains turned red and hot, even bursting into flames, burning the corpse in the blink of an eye, and also burning all the flies on it.

At this time.

The gunshots attracted people.

Hu~hu~
Wearing protective suits, an orange flamethrower scorched the greenbottle flies. Behind him, five or six armed personnel followed closely, each holding a flamethrower in addition to a gun.

When he saw the Warrens, he was visibly agitated and quickly walked towards them.

The two groups stopped, keeping their distance from each other. Ed was the first to ask, "Who are you? What happened here?"

The only person wearing protective clothing removed his mask. "I am Smith. We are employees here. There has been a demon summoning incident here..." He continued to explain after seeing that the Warrens did not disbelieve him.

After briefly explaining the situation, Smith asked urgently, "Can your car still be driven?"

After listening to the account, Ed, who had already determined that the demon was not a projection but its true form, nodded.

"Great, Mr. Warren, let's make a deal. You drive us away from here, and we'll give you a large sum of money after we leave!"

Smith spoke rapidly, so fast that one might even wonder if he was of Black descent.

"I know what I'm saying might be a bit unrealistic, but all the gasoline in these vehicles has been corrupted. That demonic power (the flies) has the ability to corrupt food and water, so none of the vehicles can start now. Your car is probably the only one that can be driven right now."

"We need this vehicle's mobility to get everyone out of here. We have to be quick. I'm not sure if that demon will come this way. After all, we can't fathom the power of a demon."

Actually, if Ed hadn't been holding a shotgun and if Rowling hadn't been in the car, Smith wouldn't have bothered with all this talk. He knew he needed to leave as soon as possible!

Who knows what unexpected thing might happen in a moment?

Ed hesitated when faced with Smith's words.

Now, do we really need to go any further in?
A demon has descended in its true form!

This level of demon...

Taking a deep breath, Ed made his decision, "Let's go, I'll take you all away."

Exorcism does not mean overestimating one's abilities. When the difference in strength is too great, strategic retreat and seeking support is also an option.

Smith was overjoyed. "Quick, quick, everyone get on the bus!"

The Warrens' car was just an ordinary sedan, not a Wuling van. Now, seven burly men got in, and the car doors were simply left open. One of them even lay on the roof.

Buzz! !
The engine roared, and the vehicle began to turn and drive outwards.

but.

As if guided by a mind of its own, the swarm of flies in the sky flew over rapidly, enveloping everything from all directions.

Smith got desperate, stretched out half of his body, and turned on the flamethrower at full power, spraying a burst of intense flames that could kill a person in an instant, but at this moment, it only burned most of the double-sized greenbottle flies to death.

Some of the sparse, palm-sized greenbottle flies were only slightly charred and flew at a slower speed, but they still swarmed towards them.

Da da da! !

Flames danced.

Three more jetpacks extended, and bullets and flames shot out simultaneously as the guns fired.

But they still weren't completely wiped out; they were too scattered!
Ed glanced at the side panel in front of him, gritted his teeth, and floored the accelerator.

The speed suddenly increased significantly.

Crunchy——

The wheel ran over the side panel.

The vehicle suddenly jumped up.

"Ahhhh-"

In mid-air, someone almost fell off, clinging tightly to the car door.

Bang! Squeak—

Fortunately, the vehicle landed smoothly.

Although the vehicle emitted another teeth-grinding creak, it was still able to continue moving forward.

As for the flies behind him, they had already been shaken off slightly.

Ed was trembling all over. "Fuck!"

This is even more thrilling than exorcism!

Smith, sitting in the back seat, let out a long sigh of relief.

Who knew Mr. Warren was such a good driver!

Only the soldier clinging desperately to the roof of the vehicle was dizzy and had already vomited; he looked terrible. (﹏)
They were getting closer and closer to the base's exit.

Smith also relaxed slightly.

"Mr. Warren, after we get out of here, I'll treat you to dinner—no, I'll treat you to a race! Haha!"

Ed shook his head. "Okay, you can ride in my car then, and I'll show you my driving skills."

"No, once is enough."

"Hahaha……"

At this time.

Rowling, who had been sitting silently in the passenger seat, suddenly widened her eyes and shouted, "Ed! Stop the car!!"

Crunch! !
The vehicle came to a sudden stop.

Whoosh!
The soldier on top finally couldn't hold on any longer and tumbled off the vehicle. "Why???"

"Lowling, what's wrong?"

"Basshiba".

She stared intently at the base's exit.

There, a pale-skinned female evil spirit was grinning savagely, grabbing and swallowing one evil spirit after another into her mouth. Those evil spirits... were all the souls of the residents she had killed!
She is devouring other evil spirits!

At this moment, Ed did not hesitate at all.

boom! !

The Holy Salt shotgun protruded from the window and fired a burst.

Fine salt grains sprayed out in a flurry.

Upon contact with an open area, it suddenly turned red, became hot, and burst into flames!
"Ahhhhh!!"

A shrill scream was heard.

Unexpectedly, Basshiba took the hit head-on, which caused him to be severely injured.

At that moment, Smith and the others saw the true face of Basshiba. These professionally trained warriors, who were specifically tasked with dealing with such creatures, reacted quickly, pulling out their beast teeth and throwing them out like grenades.

These are methods used by a certain Native American tribe, which can slightly dispel evil spirits. It is a primitive exorcism method, using the teeth of wild beasts hunted by a single warrior as symbols of victory, protective power, and exorcism. This is probably a common feature of many ancient civilizations...

Smith then pulled out a peachwood cross from his person and threw it out.

That's right!

Peach wood cross.

Made by Louis.

How could W Company not notice that the Kano family was selling such things? So they bought some for research, but in the end they couldn't figure it out, so they simply distributed it to the members of the special armed forces.

I never expected to need it at this time.

Even the fierce, inhuman pupils of Basshiba showed a slight hint of fear at this moment.

why?
I had just received the power of dear Satan and wanted to show it off, and I was immediately met with a crushing blow, not only that, but also with so many exorcism items...

Basshiba, who could already foresee the pain, only had time to scream before being blown apart by the large number of exorcism items.

boom! !

It's really exploded.

The pale body exploded into smoke and dissipated.

Ultimately, Basshiba was just an ordinary evil spirit with witch blood. Even with the power of Gura, it did not reach the level of a demon and was overwhelmed by the finest holy salt, a large number of beast teeth, and a peach wood cross.

It would be strange if she didn't go down!
(End of this chapter)