Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 240, Second Performance - Prohibited Items
Without hesitation, the Warrens, who had done all this last night, revved the engine again, which screeched as if it were about to break down.

In contrast, it brought an explosive start, and the whole car was like a rocket, launching off like a rocket.

The soldier who had just fallen only had time to grab the doorknob before being dragged forward.

boom! !

As the vehicles sped out of the base gate, the weather was exactly the same; the sky was still a pale blue with sparse white clouds.

But they can see a clear blue sky.

He felt as if he had been freed from all pain and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Finally, finally out! Hahaha! Brothers, once we get back, I'm retiring!" Smith suddenly declared, his mouth grinning wildly.

"Count me in! This job is fucking terrifying. If it happens a few more times, I'll be dead!"

"Yeah, I've made enough money over the past few years anyway, it's just that the company..."

"..."

The group was having a lively discussion, but Ed didn't seem happy at all. He couldn't help it; they hadn't left yet, and opening champagne halfway through the game might cause trouble.

Wasn't that just now?

Ed glanced at Smith.

That is, this was before the millennium. If it were later, with the development of the internet, Ed would know that what Smith just said was a flag.

Just then, her phone rang. Rowling answered it, her expression immediately changed, and after giving Ed an address, she said, "Two priests from the surrounding churches have come over. They're in Harrisville, but something unexpected happened. They got a ride with the police."

"I heard that the Harrisville police are converging here, it seems like there's something going on, maybe for this area."

"No need to ask, it's all for this place."

Ed suddenly spoke, looking up, and everyone fell silent at that moment.

Four helicopters are flying towards us from the sky.

crunch.

The vehicle stops.

Everyone got off and watched the helicopter head towards the base.

Human weapons vs. hellish demons.

Everyone stopped there, waiting for the result.

"The helicopters have arrived, so the government should know what's going on here. The main force is probably behind us."

"There should be more than four helicopters."

"Yes, the police in the city are gathering and heading this way."

"The National Guard should be coming too."

"What about the army? Will the army come?"

"It's hard to say. After all, this is Rhode Island, and I remember there are troops stationed here."

"Putting all that aside, brothers, do you think the army can handle that demon?"

After these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

Even Ed and Rowling fell silent.

They were both experts on ghosts and spirits, but they really didn't know whether human high-yield bombs, thermite bombs, and other terrifying thermal weapons could deal with demons!
In the past, they would at most use Bibles and holy water to deal with things, and the government they dealt with most often was just ordinary police officers. Their small pistols were basically useless. But this is not a small pistol. The supernatural being inside is not an ordinary evil spirit, but a demon that has descended in its true form. They cannot even imagine which one is stronger!
The scale of the scene was beyond their imagination.

The special forces members, who were used to using human weapons to deal with evil spirits, had some idea of ​​what to do, but they were just ordinary members and were unaware of some special methods.

and so.

Finally, everyone's eyes turned to Smith.

This guy is qualified enough to know the secrets.

Smith's lips twitched, and after thinking for a moment, he replied, "It depends on the type of problem and whether the military has weapons specifically designed to counter the supernatural. But generally speaking, I think it can be solved. After all, the United States is still more powerful on the surface; otherwise, why would they let the company keep it hidden in the shadows?"

"Have you forgotten, Bureau?"

"And the company, actually the company has a method that I think can deal with demons, but only the supervisors know about it, and only the board of directors can give orders to use it."

"I only learned about these things by chance."

"What kind of method is that?" Ed couldn't help but ask curiously.

“Do you think I would still be here if I knew?” Smith rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, it's probably not a good approach."

"By the way, what do we do now? Should we wait or leave?"

The voice just fell.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Four deafening explosions rang out.

In the distance, four magnificent fireworks suddenly burst into bloom in the sky, attracting their attention but also plunging their hearts into an abyss.

"..."

After a short silence.

"I think we don't need to weigh the options anymore, let's run!"

The group got back into the car, but this time, the old buddy, which had just endured immense pressure, wouldn't cooperate. Several attempts to rev the engine failed, and it just roared incessantly.

Ed restarted the vehicle several times, slamming on the gas pedal impatiently.

"Stop blasting it, the engine is the problem," Smith said after listening carefully to the sound.

"Let's get off the bus and head towards the city center."

Having exhausted all other options, the group got out of the vehicle again, took off their protective suits and sprayers, and began to work in a lighter state.

At this time.

Then another anomaly occurred.

A terrifying swarm of flies swarmed, dark and heavy in the sky, as if tearing something apart.

However, Smith and his companions had no intention of watching and kept running outside.

They had just run out onto the main road, panting heavily, when they saw police cars speeding towards them, and a large group of police officers pointing their guns at them.

"I'm warning you! Lay down your weapons!"

"Second warning!"

Smith and the others immediately threw away their guns.

At this moment, two priests ran out of the police car, spoke with the sheriff, and then pulled the Warrens out.

“Ed, what are you doing here, and hanging out with this group of people?” one of the priests asked.

"Sigh, it was all an accident," Ed said with a bitter face.

It's clear they're all acquaintances.

"Alright, let's not talk about that now. There's a demon inside that base."

"I mean, the demon in its true form!"

!!!

The two priests' expressions changed drastically.

"what?!"

"What should we do? What should we do? Let's report it to the church first."

"It's too late. There are only a few priests here right now. Unless we go to find those Protestants, the priest from the nearest St. Joseph's Church won't be here for several hours."

At this time.

The sheriff walked over, hung up his superior's call, and looked at the Warrens and the two priests with a grim expression. "Excuse me, gentlemen, we have to go to that base now." "Huh?"

After a while.

Having been physically persuaded by the sheriff, the group had no choice but to get back into the police car and head towards the base, while recounting the situation inside to the sheriff.

Ed looked at himself and Rowling, then at Smith, who looked miserable, and the other officers sitting in the other police cars.

this moment.

He suddenly remembered what Smith had said...

Crow's mouth?
Pop the champagne at halftime!
“Mr. Smith, don’t make any more pronouncements of victory until we actually go outside,” Ed said quietly.

Smith's lips twitched, as if he had just remembered what he had said, and he lowered his head.

After a while.

They're back again.

The police officers, carrying pistols, as well as submachine guns and grenades brought from the warehouse, walked in front, while Ed and his entourage, who were being protected in the middle, took out crosses, holy water, holy salt, and other items.

"Be careful, brothers."

No sooner had the sheriff finished speaking than he saw the horrific scene inside.

At this time.

A swarm of flies flew over, landed on the ground, condensed, and transformed into the black-green, pot-bellied demon Gura.

There were also several treacherous people around him: Director Jack, the supervisor, and the female manager.

Gula licked his lips, his face full of satisfaction. "Really, it's been such a long, long time since I've eaten so well. The souls and flesh of little devils are nowhere near as delicious and nourishing as those of humans. I really missed out before."

The supervisor next to him turned pale.

All the company members at the base, along with the three warehouses each containing a hundred sacrificial offerings—nearly a thousand people in total—were dead! They were all devoured by this demon's flies!
"You are the rulers of humanity, aren't you? Come, I am a servant of the great Gluttony Demon King, submit, and I will grant you unparalleled satisfaction!"

Gula looked at the sheriff and the twenty-odd police officers and said.

The sheriff's eyes flickered slightly as he stepped forward. "Are you really a member of Beelzebub's retinue?"

Gula didn't reply, but looked at the sheriff.

suddenly.

puff!

The sheriff's chest caved in; an invisible force had shattered his sternum. And not only that, but... *gurgle gurgle*...

The sound of flesh and blood writhing could be heard.

A huge greenbottle fly, covered in blood, burst out of the sheriff's stomach.

"Delaying time? It seems the human rulers are going to make a move against me," Gula muttered to himself.

As a great demon, even if its current body is only a part of it, its mind is definitely not as stupid as those of ordinary demons.

Since there's no longer a need to slowly devour the humans in the base, and the human administrators already know I'm here, there's no point in staying. It's better to leave sooner and then infiltrate human society.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the delicious food of humans, it no longer wanted to return to hell.

bang bang bang! ! !
He casually flicked the bullets that had been fired back, instantly killing more than a dozen police officers.

At this time.

The chanting that the demon hated began.

“The Lord says…”

"All evil must return to where it belongs!"

Ed and two priests, each holding a cross and reciting the Bible, approached Gula. Behind them, Smith, who had taken Ed's shotgun, fired five shots at Gula in quick succession.

The fine white salt grains, carrying kinetic energy, shot towards Gula.

The sound of the Bible being read aloud also brought a certain power, and Gula frowned, extremely agitated, especially feeling that the power was pulling his hands and feet, trying to drag him back to hell.

boom!
The holy salt shattered a swarm of greenbottle flies and left charred marks on Gula's body.

But Gula didn't utter a single sound.

Flesh and blood writhing...

The charred marks have completely disappeared.

Gula looked at the three of them with a mocking smile. "Priest? God's shepherd? Is that all?"

"Die! Let me taste what you're made of!"

An unseen force has launched another attack, and if it succeeds, the three priests will inevitably suffer the same fate as the sheriff.

Just as Louis was about to act to save Ed, "Aaaaaah!!!"

A sharp scream suddenly rang out, and Rowling stood panting in front of Ed, her long hair moving without wind, her powerful soul force being revealed for the first time.

To counter Cooler's psychic powers.

???

"A witch? No, that's not right. You don't smell like that at all. Instead, you're... holy... disgusting! Disgusting!!"

Gula's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression. A swarm of flies emerged from the dozen or so dead policemen, flew over, and directly broke through Rowling's blockade, rotting and gnawing at the two priests.

Rowling's strength began to wane. She held Ed in her arms, her face streaked with tears. Ed held Rowling in his arms as they awaited their deaths together.

Bang!

A grenade-shaped sphere was thrown over.

No, more than one!
And dozens or even hundreds!

puff! !
These spheres, like tear gas canisters, released a white mist that quickly dissipated into the air.

"hiss!!"

Gula cried out in alarm; the white mist was actually burning it!

"High concentration of holy water, this concentration, this level of blessing, it's been a long time since I've had this, the water of the Mass."

Gula said with a grim face, his body emitting a burning sound as patches of charred and swollen skin appeared one after another.

In the Middle Ages, ordinary holy water was not enough to deal with demons in their true form. Thus, highly concentrated holy water—the water of the Mass—was created through the personal prayers of devout bishops.

It can effectively harm demons that have descended in their true forms. If there are enough of them, it can even harm great demons. It is a very practical exorcism tool.

But as time went by, the level of darkness decreased, and the purity of the church became more and more mixed. The holy water produced by bishops who valued worldly positions and were not devout enough was not even as good as ordinary holy water.

I never expected to see this holy water again.

In this white mist, Gula couldn't even transform into a fly to leave. It could only endure the weakening effect of the holy water and quickly run outside.

It must escape this vast expanse of holy water and white mist!
but.

One by one, fully armed soldiers with weapons surrounded them from all directions, but they did not make a move immediately. Instead, they sent over a group of Bureau personnel in black suits and sunglasses.

"The forbidden item, Water of Mass, has successfully suppressed the demon. In order to capture this demon, we will now use the second forbidden item, the Sword of Zolfikar."

click!
The leader drew a rusty, forked curved sword.

At this time.

In the sky, Louis's eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at the sword.

He sensed an extremely strong power fluctuation on it, a power that was vast and majestic, carrying a strong sense of judgment.

As expected.

As a mysterious and stable authority that maintains stability throughout the United States and most parts of the world, it's unlikely that it would be as powerless as it has been before.

Well, the truth is finally starting to show.

So, what kind of sword is this?

(End of this chapter)