Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 247 The Twin Demons Betray Fate in London

England.

Enfield, a northern suburb of London.

"Hey, Morris, you don't look well. You should go to the hospital right away."

“Maurice doesn’t have a formal job or insurance yet. Should he go to the hospital and get ripped off by those vampires? Or should he just go to the clinic and buy some painkillers?”

"Yeah, painkillers are pretty effective. The old man next door who's in a wheelchair drinks that stuff every day."

"No, thank you for your concern."

The man in the pale yellow suit forced a smile, turned his head, and couldn't help but rub his red eyes before walking upstairs step by step.

This was an old apartment building. Morris returned to his room and clicked the door shut.

He plopped back down on the sofa.

He collapsed onto the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He doesn't understand.

why?
Why doesn't God protect him?

He once helped Sister Irene and Father Anthony reseal the demon god Valak, who had just been unsealed, in Hell, and he also helped Irene destroy the avatar of Valak that had taken the opportunity to possess him.

But, but why hasn't it been eliminated? Why is its remnant spirit still on my body?

Lately, I've been dreaming of terrifying, grotesque nuns every day, killing people, torturing corpses, and pulling out heads...

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Valak! Come out here!"

"What's tormenting me! Go find the Lord if you dare! You loser! You damned fallen angel! You deserve not to find the Eye of Saint Lucia, I curse you, I curse you to never reclaim your power!!"

"Did you hear that, Valak? I'll fuck your mother!!"

Morris roared to the sky, his shrill voice piercing through the glass, yet strangely, it went unnoticed by anyone.

sizzle-

At this moment, streaks of blood filled the whites of his eyes, swirling around his pupils like vines.

hum! !

I was hallucinating.

He seemed to see the respected and beautiful Sister Irene again. She was opening her arms with a gentle smile, like the legendary Virgin Mary, quietly waiting for this "child" to return.

"Sister Irene, Miss Irene... I... I have something to say to you."

Morris stumbled into the embrace, tears welling in his eyes, his voice trembling with emotion.

Snapped!
They embraced.

But instead of warmth and softness, what came through was a chilling, rough feeling, and Maurice froze.

!!!

A large, sharp hand gently patted his shoulder, a slight pain emanating from it, but not as intense as the pain in Maurice's heart. Before him, the black nun's robe seemed to grow taller in that instant.

He looked up blankly.

A gray, lifeless face was also looking down at him. Their eyes met, and a smile appeared on his lips, revealing a mouthful of white, interlocking, complex fangs.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Amidst piercing screams.

boom!
Morris, his face contorted in despair, lay dead on the ground, blood gushing from his wounds, a long-barreled gun still clutched tightly in his hand.

Valak watched this scene with a ferocious smile, and with a single grab, the seemingly still wailing illusory soul fell into its grasp.

Click, click, click!
At that moment, the room shook.

Amidst swirling black mist, a four-horned demon appeared beside him—it was Malthus.

Just as Louis had predicted, the two devils had indeed joined forces.

"Malthus, have you found that old ghost?"

Valak spoke, his voice rough and deep, with a strange quality, as if he were neither male nor female.

Malthus took a half step back. He was a great demon, while the other was a demon god. Although demons had no loyalty, the hierarchy among the lower and middle classes was quite strict.

"We've already found a lead on that old ghost. After all, this isn't a place I've run before; it's overseas, so it's quite troublesome to search here, which is why it's taken some time."

Malthus's followers traveled thousands of miles across the ocean to England, so they naturally didn't have much spare energy to develop their influence here. If it hadn't been for his personal intervention, there probably wouldn't have been any leads by now.

Therefore, it would explain it this way.

but.

boom!
Valack waved his hand.

A powerful force pressed down on Malthus, forcing him to his knees with a thud!

Cracks appeared all over the ground.

Malthus offered no resistance whatsoever.

"Find them as soon as possible. Without these dark creatures, in our current state, we are no match for those descendants of saints and sacred objects."

"Yes."

Malthus, without offering any rebuttal, replied respectfully.

but.

Who were you talking to just now?

"Valak suddenly said."

!!!

Startled, Malthus quickly began to explain, recounting everything about himself and the human Louis.

Valak is a demon who controls true knowledge. It doesn't lie itself, but it can also tell whether others are lying. Hiding in front of it is simply courting death.

After hearing Malthus's words, a fierce glint flashed in Valak's eyes.

This devil in front of me has some ulterior motives.

It's normal for demons to have their own thoughts; it would be strange if they didn't, especially the demons under Beret's command. However, this guy is a bit stupid.

"Fool, have you ever considered that if he can obtain your communication array, he also has ways to find your followers?"

His followers have all moved to England, and it would be easy for the other party to find out that he is now in England.

"Speed ​​up, we must find that old ghost as soon as possible, and then go find the descendants of the sage."

"Yes."

Malthus, who was on the verge of vomiting blood from the pressure, barely managed to reply.

After Varak disappeared, Malthus stood up, his eyes filled with ferocity and resentment.

Am I stupid?

I think you're the stupid one!

Ever since it arrived in England, things haven't gone smoothly—no, ever since it met that human, things haven't gone smoothly. It thought it had finally found an ally, but it turned out to have found a father figure.

Valak, on the other hand, was only focused on finding the descendant of the saint named Eileen to restore his power. He was completely oblivious to the importance of hiding and recovering his power while waiting for the plan to begin. He had no brains at all.

Oh no, he's not completely brainless. At least he knows to find help and his men to restore his strength. However, he must have learned his lesson after suffering two losses. Otherwise, he'd still be a fool!
Hiss~ Whoosh~
Malthus took a deep breath.

Like Valak, it is now in a remnant soul state, its avatar destroyed and its power greatly reduced. It still retains at least the power equivalent to an ordinary demon, while it can barely hold onto the level of a demon.

Moreover, since their true forms are all in Hell, if they offend the other party, the other party can cause trouble for their true form in Hell at any time once the other party's remnant soul dies or uses a magic circle to transmit a message. However, their master, the Demon God Beret, may not necessarily stand up for them.

Therefore, endure!
Once we find that old ghost, and while we create an army of vampires to harvest souls and restore our power, we'll find an opportunity to escape him, await Mammon's orders, and begin our plan.

By then, with his strength further enhanced and the horn given to him by the Demon God Beret in hand, he wouldn't necessarily need to fear Valak, who had failed twice...

and so.

Forget Eileen, I'm not looking for her anymore!

Although he had already planned how to betray Varak and abandon the plan halfway, Malthus did not show it on his face.

It suspected that Varak was spying on it.

Subsequently.

A trail of water appeared on the ground, and the weeping woman appeared and disappeared. Malthus transformed into a black mist and merged into her body, and the entire demon vanished.

……

Just as Maurice died.

Brighton, a seaside city in England, is very close to London.

A blonde woman in her early twenties, dressed in a black nun's habit, with a pure and holy appearance, boarded the train. She smiled and, when she encountered a curious child next to her, took out a candy from her pocket and handed it to him.

"Thank you sister."

Eileen's smile grew even brighter.

Click.

The train jolted slightly; that's how trains are these days, vibrations are inevitable on the tracks.

But Eileen suddenly clutched her chest; a slight stinging pain flashed across her heart, and an ominous premonition arose within her.

Since the extreme danger brought by Valak years ago, she awakened her saintly bloodline. Since then, she has been consciously developing her saintly bloodline, and to this day, she has gained many abilities.

For example, a premonition.

Although it hasn't reached the level of divine revelation, it is still exceptionally accurate.

This stinging pain must be a sign of something.

Eileen clasped her hands together in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and began to pray.

After a while.

Sadness appeared in her eyes.

She sensed that someone she cared about had died, and she also sensed the presence of a nemesis.

Valak.

It hasn't disappeared yet!

Right here in London!

Coincidentally, the train's destination was London.

"Indeed, Lord, your purpose in sending me to England was to completely eliminate Varak?"

she muttered.

The blood in my body faintly glowed with a golden light.

A flash of golden light appeared briefly in his pupils.

……

Massachusetts.

Several months have passed since the Cleaner Company opened, and its expansion has been quite impressive. Even the powerful and influential in several nearby states have heard of the Cleaner Company. Some priests' churches have experienced a decline in business, and some wealthy people have even reduced the number of times they visit.

In addition, because of Michael's backing, the Administration did not take any action against him, but only asked Louis to go to the Secretary of State's office to register his religion when he had free time.

Because some of the Kitchen God amulets issued by Louis were considered taboo, even though America is a land that prides itself on freedom and is indeed very free at times.

But when it comes to faith, things are different.

Internal Protestant disputes are one thing, but heresy is something to be rejected, especially Louis's blatant profiteering and infringement on their interests. As his influence grows, he will inevitably attract repercussions sooner or later.

Therefore, at the very least, the official procedures must be finalized first, so as not to give others a reason to criticize us.

However, Louis didn't care. No matter what faith was, it wasn't as important as money. Amulets and the like were just businesses, commodities. In the end, Louis simply registered a business unit with the Massachusetts Secretary of State's office.

This coincided with the expansion of the Cleaner Company.

The number of stakeholders affected is increasing. In addition to some churches, even those who make a living from this industry, such as folk mediums, fortune tellers, folklore experts, and paranormal detective agencies, have been affected and many have lost their jobs.

The Warrens' New England Paranormal Society was naturally affected as well.

In a warm home, in front of the fireplace.

Ed looked at the bill in his hand with worry; the expenses were about to exceed the limit again.

Living in America is very expensive, especially for those in the middle class who are neither rich nor poor.

The lower classes don't care; they've given up and there's no more room for exploitation. The upper classes have money, don't care, and have many ways to avoid taxes.

They are the middle class, and a large portion of the taxes in the United States are paid by this group. They have money but not enough. They are unwilling to give up, but it is too difficult to move up the social ladder. So they are stuck there.

The Warrens were the same.

Despite their fame, frequent appearances in newspapers and late-night paranormal programs, and constant requests for exorcisms, which bring them a lot of money, their expenses are also considerable. There are various taxes on this luxurious house, high-cost medical insurance, their daughter's prestigious school, and countless other bills…

Oh right, and they haven't finished paying off their tuition loans yet.

Therefore, they are sometimes short of money.

Now, this problem has been magnified.

"Where did this cleaner company come from?"

"I've snatched so much business, and the advertising expenses for this month haven't been settled yet. Oh dear, I hope I won't have to use my savings account."

A pair of hands pressed against Ed's temples. It was Rowling. She looked at her husband and their daughter playing in the room, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I remember there was a high-paying job in England, something about dealing with something that looked like a vampire. You—"

Before he could finish speaking, Ed interrupted, "That's not necessary."

Since solving the Perrin family's (The Conjuring 1) case, Rowling saw a terrifying ghost nun and was frightened to tears for the first time. Afterwards, Rowling also talked about the vision she saw.

She saw the scene of Ed being killed and understood that it was a warning from the Ghost Nun.

Therefore, Ed will not accept any commissions from England during this period.

“Ed, listen to me. I know you’re doing this for me, but as long as we don’t interfere with that ghost nun, we can come back as soon as we finish the mission. Wouldn’t that be perfect?” Rowling said.

"I don't want you to take out your savings. That's our retirement fund for traveling the world; we can't just use it recklessly."

"..."

"Okay, I'll go, and I'll be right back once I've resolved this."

"Ah."

After making their decision, the two went back to their room to rest, and took the opportunity to pull their daughter, who kept trying to run downstairs, back over to warn her.

Beneath their luxurious house lies a large, locked room filled with neatly arranged display cases, housing all sorts of unusual items.

These are all paranormal items they've dealt with during the years of commissioning projects, and they've sealed them inside.

This is also their New England Paranormal Society's storage room.

that's it.

The Warrens will soon embark on a journey to England.

Meanwhile, Irene, a descendant of a saint, and Louis, a sorcerer, are also about to head there.

Fate converges in London.

(End of this chapter)