Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 245 Malthus: Damn it!

It was just clapping.

Several soldiers in black armor emerged from a hidden door nearby, each leading a sheep that was bleating.

These sheep looked no different from ordinary sheep, except that their bleating was rapid and seemed to be full of emotion, and their pupils were different from the horizontal pupils of ordinary sheep, they were actually round pupils like those of a human.

The man in black robes stared at the scene in astonishment.

sheep?
Using this as a sacrifice seems a bit disrespectful. If it's just a way to fool people and make money, then it doesn't matter.

But if you really want to summon a demon, wouldn't you have to bring people with you?
The person in front of me, who looks very powerful, clearly wants to summon a true demon. How come he doesn't even understand this simple thing?

Damn, I should have known better than to bring this magic circle out.

This magic array was obtained in exchange with those people, and it's truly effective!
"Sir, using sheep as sacrifices is actually..."

Louis ignored him, joined two fingers together as if pointing a sword, and pointed at him from a distance.

The magical power within his body transformed into specks of light and vanished.

"Baa! Baa! Baa!!"

The bleating of the sheep grew louder and louder, even becoming more and more mournful.

Under the horrified gaze of the man in black robes.

Those sheep's hooves grew five toes, and their naked bodies burst open from their spines, revealing the bloody human bodies inside.

pat.

Two ram horns fell from his head, and the naked, burly man collapsed weakly to the ground, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at the black armored figures and Louis sitting there.

Storing and transporting people is quite troublesome, but storing animals such as cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs is much simpler.

These were all just transported here. As for their origin, this area has never lacked robbers, drug lords, and gambling addicts...

You can just buy some from the prison; it's a private prison, and "buying and selling" criminals is legal there.

Even if someone dies unexpectedly while temporarily leaving, a small amount of compensation will suffice; it's completely legal and compliant.

"Alright, these people will be used as sacrificial offerings. You're in charge of making the arrangements. I'm sure you won't disappoint me, right?"

Gumbling—

The black-robed cultist swallowed hard, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Louis.

Witch? Wizard? Demon?

That slightly lively heart instantly calmed down and nodded hastily.

"Yes, yes, yes, it will definitely satisfy you, sir."

Subsequently.

With the help of the black-armored soldiers, the cultist began to work according to the procedures he knew, cutting his wrists to bleed in the magic circle, but he could not let the sacrifice really die before the summoning, so he had to control the force when cutting his wrists.

Furthermore, the body parts of these sacrificial offerings also needed to be cut, and the more painful the process, the better. Therefore, he would directly cut them with a knife.

After a while.

At the very center is a six-pointed star, and the outer ring is formed by interlocking and overlapping circles and triangles of varying sizes. This magic circle is quite extraordinary.

Its entire body is blood red, composed of blood. Even now, the marks it left on the ground still have bright red blood flowing in them, just like living, flowing blood vessels.

Within each of those triangles, there were neatly arranged individual fingers.

The cuts are straight so that it can stand upright on the ground.

And at the very center.

The cultist chose the youngest of the sacrifices, believing that young people have more vitality and are more appealing to the devil, since nobody likes a toy that dies after being touched.

Having finished all that, the cultist trotted up to Louis. "Sir, everything is ready. We can begin now, shall we?"

"Ah."

Louis nodded.

The followers of the Tsarist sect immediately began their actions.

First, he knelt on the ground, muttering something that sounded like a prayer of praise. Louis listened for a moment and realized it was a manuscript praising the devil, just not as blatantly. Aside from that, it was just insults against God, nothing new.

Then, while chanting, he stood up, walked into the magic circle, took out a dagger, and stabbed the sacrificial offerings to death one by one. Blood gushed out from the arteries like small fountains, and the whole scene instantly became even more bloody.

As the sacrificial offering was stabbed to death, the magic circle underwent a slight change; the blood turned even redder, as if it were emitting a faint glow.

But the magic circle did not change much until he killed the last sacrifice.

hum.

The Christian felt uneasy and glanced at Louis, only to see Louis looking at him expressionlessly.

His eyes seemed to be filled with malice; if he failed, they would turn him into a sheep and eat him alive!

!!!

Gumbling—

The cultist gritted his teeth, went to the center, kicked aside the young corpse that had been used as the chief sacrifice, and stabbed himself in the arm.

???

Louis, sitting on the stool watching the process, was completely bewildered.

Is this person crazy?
Why did I suddenly rush up and start self-harming? Could it be that I'm trying to summon a demon to rebel against me using a magic circle?
The thought passed away in a flash.

The magic array on site underwent a significant change.

This heretic possesses psychic abilities, and his blood is different from that of ordinary people. Just like Abram choosing sacrifices and Jack, the director of W Company, using a medium as a sacrifice to summon Gluttony, the more special the main sacrifice, the better if the demon can be successfully summoned.

Aside from demons with special requirements, the common offering is a medium, because their souls are powerful and unique, making them most capable of attracting the demon's senses.

Now, his blood has barely met the requirements.

only……

Seeing the black mist that suddenly condensed above the magic circle, Louis was initially delighted, but then his brows furrowed.

Successfully summoning it on the first try felt like winning the lottery.

But this demon... it feels strangely familiar...

The black mist churned and rolled incessantly, its sound preceding its formation.

"Believer, remember my name, Malthus. From now on, you must sacrifice three people for me every day. Now, tell me your wish, and I will fulfill it for you... Is it you?!"

The black mist condensed into a blurry shape, with four horns, a body covered in black keratin, two horns on its forehead curving backward, a mouthful of snow-white fangs, and a body that looked strong and ferocious. The black goatee on its chin was also swaying slightly, much like when Louis first saw it.

Back then, its little mustache was also so elegant.

Louis's lips curled up slightly.

As soon as the demon Malthus finished speaking, the red magic circle on the ground suddenly dimmed, the blood inside dried up rapidly, and the black mist surrounding the demon's body dissipated quickly.

Malthus's speed was undeniably fast, but there's always someone stronger. The moment Louis recognized it, he used his Yin Spirit power to control the blood within the entire magic circle. Now, the blood can't be drawn out to destroy the magic circle!
The Blood River Pearl appeared, continuously replenishing the blood.

Louis then looked at the familiar demon.

When he saw that it had no physical form, a look of regret flashed in his eyes.

He spoke up, "Malthus, are you in such a hurry to leave?" Seeing that the blood in the magic circle was under control, Malthus no longer intended to leave immediately.

Although it can force its way back, it's not impossible to listen to what this human has to say first. Hmm, it's definitely not the spiritual power lingering around it that's restricting it!
"Humans, we meet again."

"You defeated my avatar last time, so why are you summoning me now?"

It has a keen eye for observation. Even though it has just appeared, it can guess most of the situation from the scene before it. However, why would this human summon it?
This magic circle was a communication magic circle that he specially left for his believers. He captured his believers and built this magic circle. What was he trying to do by communicating with them?
what?
Was he arrested by mistake?
It didn't believe it; how could it be such a coincidence?

It's important to know that summoning demons in the mortal realm is quite difficult, as crossing the rifts of hell is quite challenging, and the true forms of powerful demons are not currently permitted to descend into the mortal world. This is common knowledge in the mystical realm.

Therefore, it's impossible for a knowledgeable person like him to make such a mistake; he must have done it on purpose!
But how could he know that his original incarnation wasn't completely dead, and where he had slipped up?
Malthus's mind raced, and in an instant, many possibilities came to mind.

Louis didn't know what Malthus was thinking, but he also realized something: hadn't he destroyed Malthus's avatar back then?
He had pulled out the body hidden inside the Annabelle doll, searched its soul, and then forcibly refined it away.

How did we get here?

Could it be that this guy was incredibly lucky and was successfully summoned again after that?
Or is it that its true form has descended to seek revenge?

No, the Great Demon cannot descend in its true form right now.

So, it was lucky that it sent another incarnation?
Louis made this initial judgment.

For a time, both sides made seemingly correct guesses.

When faced with Malthus's question, Louis simply smiled and said, "Once is never enough, twice is more. I was thinking of summoning you again; maybe we'll become friends."

"hehe."

Malthus chuckled but said nothing.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Only the cultist in the center, still bleeding profusely, looked pale. "Gentlemen, hurry up! I can't take it anymore, I'm so dizzy..."

"Human, since you summoned me here, it means you have a request of me. Although you ruined my avatar, I can forgive you. As long as you agree to do one thing for me, I can consider hearing your wish."

Malthus suddenly said this.

Louis's eyes flashed. "What is it?"

"Find me someone. Her name is Eileen. She is a nun. She is my person and carries my child. Bring her to me. I need this child to replenish my power. She may be in a church around the Vatican right now."

Eileen? The nun?
Is it carrying its child, and is it still in the churches around the Vatican?
Which movie is this?
wrong.

This guy might be lying.

Having just confirmed the Church's immense power, to now tell him there's a nun carrying a demonic child in the Vatican? That's utter nonsense!

And why would it so kindly tell itself that it wants to use the nun's unborn child to restore its power? Just like that, it exposes its true intentions?

If you actually believe what the devil says, you'll really have it in your lifetime.

It's probably fake.

In addition, Irene, the nun, the Vatican...

The combination of these words reminded him of a movie—The Nun.

I remember that the descendant of the saint in the story was named Eileen, who twice sealed away the demon god Valak, successfully making Valak the most disgraceful demon god in Hell.

There's a chance it's this person.

After a thousand thoughts raced through his mind, Louis nodded. "Okay, I'll help you find this person, but how do I hand her over to you?"

"You can draw this magic circle when you find her."

"Alright, tell me why you've come to see me. What are your wishes or questions?" Malthus interrupted Louis's questions and asked.

How to get into hell.

After thinking for a moment, Louis asked the question.

Malthus paused, as if he hadn't expected him to ask that question.

Louis, of course, wasn't asking about things like going to hell after death; he was asking how to enter hell as a living person.

"this problem……"

Suddenly!

Malthus's brain felt as if it had been struck by an electric current.

Since we're going to scheme against this kid, let's do it more thoroughly. Since he asked about this himself, he probably wants to go to hell, so why not grant his wish?
In this world, God's rules and restrictions can't deal with you, but once you're in hell, see how I torture you!
Your soul must be delicious~

"This is a simple question. Since you've chosen to work for me, consider this a reward. As for that wish, you can make it after you've completed the task."

?

Did I say I was going to make a wish?
But since this guy is being so proactive, we might as well listen to him.

There are only a few ways to get into hell.

"Either find an open rift in hell, or enter hell through a special magic circle; these are the most common methods."

“During the war long ago, some magic circles and broken rifts leading to hell were left behind. You can look for them.”

"Besides that, there are some niche methods, such as through curses. Some curses have a peculiar power, leaning towards the rules, and can bypass God's rules to a certain extent to open the rift in hell. However, such curses are troublesome and difficult to appear. Even if they are relatively weak, they can become very troublesome if the requirements are not met, such as the curse that sends people to hell."

Malthus became very enthusiastic about this and spoke in great detail.

Those who don't know better might think this demon is quite the know-it-all.

Louis showed no sign of it, but instead thanked him, saying, "I see, thank you for the explanation."

"Human, what is your name?" Malthus suddenly asked.

Raise an eyebrow.

"You can call me Noka."

“Yes, Noka, I can help you find those broken hell rifts. As long as I get close, I’m sure I can find them.”

Malthus said this, and without rushing to leave, swam towards Louis.

but.

The wandering Yin spirit power suddenly solidified neatly, blocking it firmly.

"You don't need to worry about that. I can find it slowly. Also, Malthus, if this projection of yours dissipates, your main body should still be able to receive the information, right?"

The conversation seemed to be going well, almost like turning enemies into friends, so I'm not quite sure what the other party means.

But Malthus, being an "honest" demon, replied, "Of course, this is just a projection, it's real-time, and it's not an incarnation separated from the original mind."

"Wait, what do you mean!"

Louis smiled.

"That's what I mean."

Snapped!
The projection was instantly crushed and shattered, then quickly dissipated.

"Don't worry, the transaction will still go through."

The last vestige of the voice traveled along the broken projection to the ears of a certain demon, who instantly roared as he hid in England.

Gan! ! !
(End of this chapter)