Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 246 The Nun: Shadows and the Times

Bang!

As Louis shattered the demon, the black-robed cultist collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way. The blood on his wrist was flowing very slowly, and his face was pale, indicating that he had indeed suffered a massive hemorrhage.

Louis licked his lips, recalling what had just happened.

It's unexpected that Malthus, that demon, has reappeared. It's a pity that the projection is useless; otherwise, if he had been refined directly, he might have become another demon.

However, it wasn't a complete loss; although this guy had no good intentions, he did reveal a lot of information.

"Eileen, nun, Vatican... Is it 'The Nun'?"

Louis was still somewhat uncertain, but his memories wouldn't lie. There was a 70% chance that the person Malthus was referring to, Irene, was the one he was thinking of.

So how did this demon get involved with "The Nun"?

One is "Annabelle" and the other is "The Nun". Although they are different films in the same series, they should not have any overlap.

In retrospect, it is very likely that the butterfly effect was caused by my own actions.

So, is it possible that this guy is now hooking up with the ghost nun Valac from The Nun?
Once we determine this guy's location, we can confirm it.

Thinking of this, Louis looked at the black-robed cultist lying on the ground and smiled, "Your magic array is not bad. It seems you didn't fool me. Very good, you can live now."

The black-robed cultist breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could catch his breath, Louis said again, "Tell me, where did you get this magic circle from?"

“Sir, I exchanged this magic circle with a colleague before. At that time, I was still in Florida, and I came to Massachusetts later.”

"However, when I contacted them later, I found that they had already left."

"Hmm? Where did you go?"

"England".

"That's an overseas number, I remember it. The voice on the other end sounded a bit like a London accent, so it's probably in London."

All right.

Now it's certain.

Even if Malthus, that demon, didn't have an affair with the ghost nun Valak, they must have been connected.

Let's sort it out.

Malthus's avatar possessed the Annabelle doll. After I destroyed it through demonic transformation, there may have been remnants, or it may have been summoned again by luck. In any case, it left America with its cult followers and went to England.

Furthermore, they may have made contact with Valack in England and learned about Eileen's information.

They might be plotting something right now, and Louis just happened to summon them, telling lies to get Louis to find this nun.

Now it's up to Louis to choose. He can either clash with Sister Irene because of the devil's words, or he can listen to the devil and sell Sister Irene. Either way, the devil will not lose out, killing two birds with one stone.

More than that.

There are also pitfalls in the discourse about hell, but these pitfalls seem relatively shallow.

It's nothing more than wanting Louis to try entering hell. Once he's in its home turf, he'll be at its mercy.

"That's really insidious, no wonder he's a devil."

Luckily, I had read the script.

Next, we can investigate London, England. We don't need to wait for the Warrens anymore. We should take the initiative and make our move as soon as we find Valack.

A flawed incarnation of a demon god.

His true form was sent back to hell, and most of his incarnations were destroyed. Only a remnant soul and incarnation remained. How could the power left behind by a demon god in the mortal world be so weak?

This is quite rare.

For someone like Louis, who has an extreme craving for demons, this is a rare and exquisite delicacy! Not to be missed!
"Immediately arrange for our people in England to assemble in London. The target is London; search carefully for them."

Having only skimmed through "The Conjuring 2," Louis naturally remembered that the story took place in England. However, because he hadn't watched it carefully, he didn't know exactly where it was, which is why he had to wait for the Warrens to trigger the plot.

Therefore, some of the resources of Cano International were dispersed there. Given the special relationship between the United States and England, sending people there was quite simple.

Now that the search area has been narrowed down to London, it's much easier to investigate further.

Louis took out his walkie-talkie and issued one order after another. A large number of people began to be mobilized, and it should be soon that there would be a result. This is the significance of Louis's early construction of power.

After giving the order, Louis prepared to continue. The summoning circle was still there; it wasn't just this one, nor was it only for this one summoning. Of course, he had to continue.

"continue."

The black-robed cultist nodded repeatedly and resumed his work.

Just as Louis was performing the summoning ritual.

Urban area.

A special person entered the city hall and met the mayor.

He took out what he was holding.

A peach wood deity pendant.

"Is this the exorcism artifact that's been all the rage in Cambridge and the surrounding cities lately?"

The mayor nodded. "That's right, there are also wooden crosses, each one differentiated by size and grade, a clever way to swindle money."

"This cleaner company is ruthless. I suspect that all those paranormal events are caused by this company. Otherwise, why would everything be fine as long as I buy their products?"

The mayor said a lot, but the man in the black suit just nodded and carefully examined the pendant in his hand.

He took out a device that looked like an infrared eye, pressed a button, and shone it on the light, but nothing changed.

He frowned. "No energy image? How is that possible? Are you sure you're not mistaken or guessing wrong?"

The mayor looked furious. "Do you think I'd say something wrong? Something like that just happened in my house! I saw it with my own eyes!"

The man in the black suit glanced at it without showing any fear. "I will report it back."

"and then?"

“We will send someone to investigate to determine if what you said is true. If it is false, Mr. Mayor, you may have to prepare some money.”

"Humph."

The mayor looked grim and didn't say anything more.

After leaving the city hall, the man in the black suit did not leave but instead took a taxi to the Cleaner Company.

As an investigator dispatched by the Administration Bureau, he could actually make the judgment himself. He was just going through the motions with the mayor. From the moment he went in, the mayor hadn't given him a good look and hadn't even given him a little reward, as if he were a beast of burden in the city hall.

Just kidding. He and I are not subordinate to each other. No matter how much influence he has, he can't use it on a department like the Administration Bureau. Since he won't give me face, he can't blame me for being perfunctory with him.

"Hmph, what a useless mayor."

Holding the pendant, the investigator strolled leisurely toward the entrance of the Cleaner Company.

In his view, this was probably just another instance of local authorities using a paranormal event as a pretext for retaliation; he had seen this kind of thing many times over the years.

This is a perfect opportunity to make a quick buck.

After looking at the size of the Cleaner Company, the investigator almost instinctively came up with a specific amount of money he wanted to make.

"They're pretty much like little lambs now."

They just swaggered in.

But I didn't see it.

After he left.

In the mayor's office, the mayor, who had just been furious, had regained his composure, as if he had never been angry at all, and even calmly made a few phone calls.

"Yes, I've already told the investigator."

"Let's test the waters and see what's really going on with this company."

"Stop talking. Use your brain. Don't provoke this company. Do you think it's easy for them to mass-produce special items and openly run a company? Do you think they don't have backing or connections? Don't let greed blind you."

"In short, the minority submits to the majority. If you disagree, do it yourself; we won't stop you. However, don't expect our help if anything goes wrong." "..."

After hanging up the phone, the mayor pointed to his glasses, the lenses flashing white in the sunlight.

"This probing should reveal some details. Sigh, mysterious power, mysterious power..."

After a while.

Company building.

Gumbling—

The investigator stared silently at the green and blue figures reflected in his glasses. A drop of sweat slid down his face, almost getting into his eye, but he was oblivious. He only felt a chill run through his body, as if he had stepped into a den of demons.

This detection device is a new piece of equipment recently provided by the Administration Bureau. Its purpose is to identify individuals with special souls or those whose bodies exhibit energy fluctuations.

And now.

What did he see?
The burly men standing there like security guards all had a color that shone differently from white!

"White, green, blue, red, black."

He muttered to himself, "White represents ordinary people, green indicates something is different from ordinary people, but it's still within a safe range and can be dealt with using a gun."

The color blue is inherently dangerous, usually referring to the more powerful evil spirits or Wendigos among their kind.

He hadn't seen the red and black ones either, but the manual said: "Demon. If you encounter one, running away will not be a offense."

And now, what was dangling in front of him was a group of burly men in green and blue!
Most of its body is dark green, while a small portion of its body is blue.

What is this place?
Could there be even more intense colors inside?

No! I have to go.

"Gudu."

Without saying a word, the investigator turned around and left.

Behind him, several soldiers who had removed their black armor and were acting as security guards were watching his back with eerie eyes.

Only after leaving the company and entering a small alley did the investigator breathe a sigh of relief, and then quickly took out his phone.

Toot——

The call is connected.

"problem occurs!!"

……

A basement in the suburbs.

Louis stared expressionlessly at the center of the magic circle. The black-robed cultist chuckled, his wrist bleeding had stopped, and the magic circle on the ground had been altered again and again.

But nothing had changed in the basement.

“Well, sir, as you know, summoning demons is very difficult, and many of the rituals currently in circulation are incorrect. It was already very difficult for me to obtain that ritual.”

Louis wasn't disappointed. Fishing always carries the risk of catching nothing, but it seems the bait isn't even getting into the lake.

"Isn't there any universal magic array?"

"Yes, there is one. It's a six-pointed star, and you just turn it upside down. But it's not directional; rather, it points to the concept of a demon. If you're lucky enough to summon one, what comes out will probably be random."

"Okay, then we'll use this one."

The Christian's face fell, and he had no choice but to start bleeding again.

This kind of thing can't be successful without bleeding, so he has to bleed every time he's summoned.

It seems this gentleman has no intention of making him stop.

Louis, of course, wouldn't let him stop. He'd just wait until he was about to give up before switching him off, and then use the blood of the Gluttonous Demon. Given the Gluttonous Demon's special properties, its blood would be sufficient as a material.

at this time.

The cell phone rings.

The caller ID showed Michael, the former head of the Bureau of Investigation who had gone to Orlando to investigate the Cano family. Because the Cano family posed too great a threat, and Louis proposed a mutually beneficial cooperation plan, they eventually became accomplices.

Furthermore, they played a role in the cleanup work in California following the parasite and mutant insect incidents and the Abrams incident.

It has already become, in effect, the Kano family's backer and connections within the Administration.

The phone is ringing now...

A look of realization flashed across Louis's eyes; he had probably guessed it.

Line connected.

Sure enough, it was about the investigation into the cleaner company.

However, Louis had already thought of this when he established the company. He openly let the homes of ordinary people be haunted, and then sold the amulets to the powerful and wealthy, and everything was fine. Those powerful and wealthy people were not stupid; they were just greedy, not stupid.

They would naturally notice the strangeness inside, and then it would be only natural that the Bureau of Management would be alerted.

Therefore, Louis had already informed Michael when he established the Cleaners company.

It's not surprising to receive phone calls now.

"Don't worry, everything will be arranged here. It won't cause you any trouble. It's the same place as always, locker 908070."

"By the way, this time the list... only includes the mayor?"

A look of surprise flashed in Louis's eyes.

"Okay, we'll definitely have a good talk next time we meet."

hang up the phone.

Louis stroked his chin.

Surprisingly, only the mayor contacted the investigators, instead of the powerful figures from Cambridge and the surrounding cities.

There's a problem with it.

After looking around for a bit, Louis figured it out.

"Heh, these powerful and influential people from the Northern State are just as pragmatic as those from the Southern State."

Even the way they tested each other was so refreshing and unconventional.

He shook his head, no longer taking the matter to heart, because soon the mayor and those middle-class representatives would come to him with gifts, or perhaps they would invite him to a dance or something.

None of this matters.

For Louis, worldly matters were no longer the same as before; he could focus his efforts on them rather than on demons and other monsters.

"You go and rest first."

"Come on, let's continue."

Paji.

The black-robed cultist collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale. He could easily play a vampire now.

Gone, not a single drop left—

Two strong men dragged him away, and then someone came in with the blood of the Devouring Demon, and at the same time replaced the offerings.

Another group of bleating, round-eyed sheep were led in.

"Baa, baa, baa—"

“Meow!!!”

puff!

(End of this chapter)