Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 250 The Shadow of the Vampire
What followed was a terrifying sound of chewing and tearing.

The man watched this scene with pain.

soon.

Having seemingly finished their meal, two women, one large and one small, emerged from the darkness. They had pale skin, sharp claws, and enormous, protruding mouths filled with sharp teeth.

It is somewhat similar to the legendary vampire, but also somewhat different.

They looked at the man and hissed.

"Oh, oh, I know, I'll bring you new food, boohoo."

The man spoke through tears, his eyes filled with sorrow. This was his wife and "daughter." Ever since that night when his wife was attacked and nearly killed, she had become strange. She was afraid of light, ate less and less, and became increasingly agitated.

He had originally found a doctor for her, but it only brought disaster upon him; his wife went berserk and bit the doctor to death.

At that moment, he knew that everything had changed.

After that, seeing his wife become like this, he had no choice but to start deceiving other people as prey in order to feed her.

Because women are physically weak and the social climate is more open now, he often goes to bars and clubs to lure women back, then kills them or throws them into the basement to feed his wife.

In this process, he gradually got used to it and even began to turn these foods into all sorts of delicious dishes, just like before.

And "daughter"...

The girl, wearing a white dress and with a small white flower in her hair, looked at the man and said, "I'm so hungry, Daddy."

The man sighed, stood up, and went back out to hunt.

As he walked out of the basement.

The girl's expression turned cold. "Is this what family feels like?"

"Hehe, I see. It's just a relationship between a provider and a provider. It's quite enjoyable."

“Count, I’m a little reluctant to go back.”

At this time.

Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, hurried and chaotic footsteps came from above, as if a group of people had entered.

The woman let out an instinctive scream, her mouth, which had returned to normal, suddenly bulged out again, revealing layers of teeth, and her pupils turned black.

The girl, acting as if she were the owner, patted the woman, looking up with curiosity in her eyes, showing no fear whatsoever.

After a while.

Click, click, click!
The basement door was opened, and some strangers with gloomy eyes appeared.

They immediately came downstairs, looked at the severed limbs and bloodstains inside, and the mother and daughter hiding in the corner. Instead of attacking, they became agitated.

"Found it! The great Malthus has finally found what he sought!" the leader exclaimed with delight, looking at the intensely hot inverted triangle mark on his palm.

"Your Highness, the Earl's Daughter, the great demon Malthus invites you to a gathering. Please come with us."

He bowed slightly to the little girl.

?

They know who I am? They're looking for me? And... the demon Malthus?
The little girl's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

at this time.

Suddenly, a voice rang out again from above.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my house?! I'm warning you! Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police!"

"Oh no! You opened the door?"

"Don't, don't, don't..."

The man who had just gone hunting was subdued.

"What should we do with this person?"

The leader glanced at the man, then at the little girl, and said, "So that's it, you've been misled."

In various legends, some versions of vampires possess the power to bewitch people's minds.

"Miss, please?"

The little girl nodded and walked forward, with the woman following closely behind. As they passed by, the man looked pleadingly at his "daughter" and wife, hoping they would save him.

To his disappointment, his wife did not respond.

And "daughter"...

"Roar!!"

Its face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression, its mouth bulging out, revealing sharp fangs and black eyes. With incredible speed, it pounced forward and bit off the man's neck in one swift motion.

!!!

This scene startled all the cultists, who instinctively raised their guns and pointed them at each other.

The leader waved his hand to signal a stop.

The little girl didn't attack them, but instead bit the man to death, ate a large chunk of flesh from his neck, wiped her lips, and looked at the leader, "Let's go. I'll see what kind of demon your master is."

……

Enfield District.

Crack!

A flame, flashing like an electric current, burned the little girl and even hung her up.

Malthus, revealing his true form, looked at the other party and said, "Heh, the offspring of someone who impersonates Dracula, your ignorance and arrogance are truly laughable."

"I can forgive your offense this time because you pleased the demon, but you must obey my orders, or you will die!"

The powerful magic made the flames even stronger, burning the little girl's body to a pulp. But in an instant, her body began to recover rapidly, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

But the damage from the magical flames was real, causing her pain.

"Ah ah ah..."

Having just arrived and mocked Malthus, she finally realized the gap in strength between herself and him.

Even though Malthus is now just a remnant soul, his power is still at the level of a demon descended in his true form, only very weak among those of the same level. That's not something a baron-level vampire like her can mess with.

She practically delivered herself to my door! So stupid!
Having spent so much time in London, she seemed to have forgotten what danger was.

Moreover, if she wasn't mistaken, there seemed to be something like her in that corner, only very faint...

"Okay, I will do whatever you say."

"Humph."

Paji.

He threw it on the ground.

"Go, go and devour them all, infect them. I want you to take as many lives as possible in a short time."

what? !

The little girl stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Is there such a good thing?
Wait, that's not right.

“My father once told me not to be too high-profile, or I would attract human punishment. That’s why I did this…”

"Ok?"

"Yes, I will obey your command."

Whoosh!
A flame flew to her forehead, and an inverted triangle symbol appeared.

"get out."

The little girl, no, Maria Zalesca, quickly retreated.

After he left, Malthus turned to look at the picture of the nun on the wall.

Wow!
Without any wind, the ghost nun Valak emerged from the nun's portrait. "Finally, we can begin. I can't wait to regain my strength and then go and cause trouble for that damned Saint Bloodline."

Malthus nodded respectfully in agreement, though he was thinking of something else entirely.

Once it regains its strength thanks to this vampire infection, it will run away immediately and absolutely not let this arrogant guy continue to work for it!

"Your Excellency, what should we do with that old ghost we found?"

Originally, they only wanted to find a dilapidated old ship because they sensed the vampire aura on it, and then use its ability to quickly harvest life to restore their power.

Unexpectedly, the old ghost turned out to be a viscount impersonating Dracula, or rather, he had once been under Dracula's command and, in a sense, was a descendant of Dracula.

What they didn't expect was that this old ghost had almost been killed by humans a hundred years ago, and was eventually collected by a family with special powers.

It took a lot of effort to get them out, but even so, they are unusable because their source is depleted. It would take a lot of life to bring them back to life.

They are currently in dire need of life, so they are unlikely to invest first. Fortunately, their subordinates found the offspring left behind by this guy and brought them over.

Only then was the plan able to continue.

And that old ghost is no longer of any use; he's now just lying in a corner covered with a rag.

Valak glanced at the mummified corpse. "Keep it. We need help."

Malthus glanced at Valak with surprise, seemingly not expecting Valak to have become so intelligent.

……

soon.

The London night has taken on some strange new features.

As a baron, Maria has the ability to transform ordinary humans into blood slaves. Blood slaves are the lowest level, or more accurately, a type of failed experiment, and are only superior to ghouls in that they possess rationality.

Using human entertainment facilities such as bars, masquerade balls, and clubs, Maria quickly and extensively infected ordinary humans, creating blood slaves one after another.

Of course, most of them were actually dead.

Because the appearance of blood slaves requires her to expend a lot of effort; they cannot appear casually.

The large number of deaths did not attract the attention of the English authorities because this year, England's immigration policy stabilized, attracting a large influx of people and causing a certain degree of disorder.

Furthermore, without surveillance, even if some people go missing, it won't be noticed.

just.

As December arrives.

The extensive actions ultimately had a negative impact.

In particular, the discovery of a large-scale theft of corpses from the cemetery, coupled with numerous missing persons cases uncovered by the police, finally caused quite a stir in this foggy city.

This also alerted a certain saint who had been in London for half a month to the fact that something was amiss.

“Evil, I have sensed evil.”

Eileen stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed on the news in the newspaper. Her bloodline-enhanced intuition was telling her that this was the clue!

She then quickly made a phone call to report the situation to the church, requesting support and to negotiate with the authorities and the Anglican Church in London for assistance.

Then he rushed out to investigate.

……

Massachusetts.

Cambridge, suburbs, villa.

The handsome young man lay on the pristine white bed, surrounded by an inexplicable power that kept even a speck of dust away from him.

Within this space, wisps of warmth, like the gentle warmth of the sun, occasionally swept by.

These fluctuations may feel warm, but if one's intuition is sharp enough, one might sense not only warmth, but also the savagery lurking beneath it!
These fluctuations did not cause any real change, or rather, they were too few and too weak to have any impact on reality.

At this time.

The fluctuations weakened and disappeared rapidly.

Louis slowly opened his eyes.

I stared blankly at the ceiling.

"I haven't slept like this in so long."

He sat up, stretched, and felt quite refreshed, even having the illusion that his cultivation had improved.

I took out my phone and glanced at it, and was immediately shocked.

"What happened? Seven days have already passed?"

Louis's expression changed drastically.

Something is wrong.

As a pure Yin cultivator, it's normal to take a nap when extremely tired, but to sleep for seven days without even realizing it is simply impossible.

Louis quickly closed his eyes and carefully examined his body.

After a while.

Louis opened his eyes again, his gaze filled with astonishment. "Is that so?"

all the time.

Louis was well aware of the conditions for becoming a Yang God: first, to subdue demons; second, to possess Yang qualities.

Today, the Demon Refining process is only one step away from completion. In this Demon Land, gathering this last one is not a difficult task. Therefore, the biggest obstacle preventing him from becoming a Yang God is actually only the mysterious Yang Essence.

What is Yang constitution?

In essence, it is the transformation of Yin and Yang within the Yin spirit, from Yin to Yang.

Either you rely on your own understanding to transform pure yin into extreme yin, thereby generating yang.

One can either rely on the yang-attribute spiritual treasures between heaven and earth to arouse the yin spirits and thus generate yang.

The most difficult method is to achieve breakthroughs through one's own efforts, as it carries the risk of death if one is not careful. Moreover, it is not fundamentally different from using treasures to achieve breakthroughs.

It's like having no choice but to spend your life, while having a choice but to spend money.

The two are fundamentally the same; the difference arises only from different external conditions.

Louis has been searching for yang-attribute soul treasures in hopes of using them to stimulate the generation of yang essence in the soul, and only if all else fails will he attempt to generate yang from yin.

Unexpectedly, after taking a nap, I discovered that my soul actually showed signs of developing yang energy!

The reason for this is a special power, or rather, malevolent energy—nuclear malevolent energy.

That is, the special evil energy found at the nuclear explosion site, a special evil energy derived from the killing of living beings by nuclear radiation. At the time, we just felt that this power was special.

Unexpectedly, it is inherently yang in nature and can even influence the soul to undergo transformation.

It was only because the quantity was too small, and because Louis had never opened his soul before, that it had not been effective.

This time, due to extreme exhaustion, Louis released the pressure on his soul, and these nuclear forces naturally came into contact with his soul during their operation, leading to this transformation.

"Interesting. I never expected that the treasure had been on me all along without my knowledge."

"No, the trip to Japan must be put on the agenda. There are a vast array of Yang-attribute treasures waiting for me there, and the foundation for my enlightenment lies there!"

Louis's eyes lit up.

Nine levels of demonic refinement, the yang essence is generated.

The path to the Yang Spirit is within reach!
At this time.

Louis glanced at the text messages on his phone, all of which had occurred while he was asleep, and opened them to take a look.

The sign above clearly stated that an anomaly had been discovered in London.

"Heh heh, Demon God, you've finally come out."

(End of this chapter)