Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 251 The Great London Events (Part 1): Prelude

On a private plane bound for London.

Louis sat inside wearing an eye mask, surrounded by flight attendants who carried various fruits, snacks, and drinks; each of them had a slender figure and long, wavy blonde hair.

Unfortunately, Louis had absolutely no interest in them.

As his cultivation level increased, so did his standards. Moreover, the difference between mortals and cultivators was truly immense. Sometimes, he had to control his perception to an extremely low level in order to look directly at others.

Otherwise, the mites on your face are a group of "people" walking on the land called your cheeks, the dust in the air is one storm after another, and the smell in the air...

Each one showed Louis a new world, just as Buddhism says, "A bowl of water contains 84,000 insects, and the world is as numerous as the sands of the Ganges..."

The microscopic world is a worldview different from that of the past.

Therefore, Louis has lost interest in ordinary women; he must seek out special beings such as witches, angels, and succubi!

I wonder if there are succubi among the demons...

Louis closed his eyes, lost in thought as he tried to feel his soul.

The soul glowed with a white light, as clear and bright as moonlight, radiating a sense of clarity and coolness. At the edge of the soul, tiny golden-red threads burned like lines, insignificant yet with a strong presence.

Louis was constantly observing this golden-red line, which was the trace of yang energy reflected in the yin spirit. The amount was too small to even be used for further development.

Even so, Louis was fascinated by what he observed.

Spiritual practice is also a kind of pleasure.

just.

It's quite common for hobbies and interests to be easily disrupted, just like now.

beep-

The satellite phone rang, and a voice came through.

"Boss, something's happened in London."

"The 'nun' you've been asking us to find, we're currently monitoring her, and we've discovered something's wrong here. There are a lot of... vampires, please allow me to use that term to describe them."

“They are not quite the vampires I’ve heard of, but they are similar in many ways. The key point is that these vampires are under the command of ‘the nun’ and ‘Annabelle’.”

“A large number of people are being killed every day, and that number is constantly increasing, growing every day.”

"Because we cannot monitor them for extended periods and can only rely on video recordings, there are many details we cannot ascertain."

"In addition, the relevant authorities in London have also taken action during this period. There are more police officers patrolling the streets, and we often see Anglican priests accompanying them, so they must have noticed something."

"In conclusion, based on my personal judgment, I think a terrible event is likely to happen here. The 'sister' and 'Annabelle' have joined forces and even used vampires. This place is bound to be very dangerous."

Hearing the subtle hint of advice in the words, Louis smiled.

"It's alright, just proceed as planned. By the way, you can subtly remind the English officials and see what they do. Be careful not to expose yourself."

"Yes."

The phone hangs up.

Louis removed his blindfold, his eyes thoughtful.

vampire……

really.

The plot has changed drastically, thankfully we didn't just wait for the Warrens as planned.

It seems that Valak has learned from his previous two experiences, and this time he found two helpers and even started using other methods.

It seems we can't be too reckless after we go there; we need to observe the situation first.

After going through the whole thing in his mind, Louis lay back down.

In other parts of the private jet, in the corridors and cabins, soldiers in black armor stood ready.

……

London.

Enfield District.

Next door to the apartment, an old man in a wheelchair lay dead in a corner. Beside him, a pale, hairless, humanoid monster with only sharp claws and fangs was greedily sucking his blood.

Its belly was bulging, and after drinking all the blood, it didn't stop, but immediately went to the next room, which was Morris's room.

Here, Varach, Malthus, and Maria are all present.

Not only them, but one after another, white hairless blood slaves stepped forward and walked into an inverted pentagram magic circle. Without making any move, they turned into ashes as if they had been directly exposed to the scorching sun.

The vast number of souls trapped in the stomachs of the blood slaves along with their blood were released at this moment, all of them turning into wisps of black and flowing into Valak's body. Only one-tenth of them flowed into Malthus's body.

And this process never stopped; once one was used up, another blood slave would quickly follow, one after another, in an endless stream.

There was another magic circle nearby, into which the blood slaves dragged desiccated corpses and squeezed out their last bit of value to feed a mummified corpse with a black, keratinous layer. Maria, whose face was growing paler, looked at the mummified corpse with a complicated expression.

The two magic arrays each have their own purpose.

If anyone were to come to this apartment building, they would find that there are no living people here anymore; every room is filled with blood slaves and corpses!

"Not enough...not enough...Maria, go, release all the blood slaves and go capture people."

"Valak suddenly said."

???

Malthus was taken aback. "My Lord, this will expose us. We have only recovered part of our strength. There is also a church here. If they find out, it will cause us trouble."

Maria, who was standing next to her, nodded repeatedly.

During this long period of time, the transformation of blood slaves had almost dried up her life force. If she hadn't eaten a few people from time to time, she wouldn't have survived until now.

Moreover, if things escalate and a conflict breaks out between humans and demons, I, as a nobody, will be the one most likely to die!
I don't want to die. I want to find another family and feel warmth again!

but.

Here, there is clearly only one person who can truly make the decisions.

"hiss!!"

The intense storm materialized, gripping Malthus by the neck and suspending him in mid-air. The Ghost Nun teleported to Malthus's side, her towering figure staring directly at him.

"Do it."

boom!
Malthus's body was instantly crushed, black energy dissipated, and then condensed back into a body, kneeling on the ground.

"You should also help this brat and revive that old ghost as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

Watching the two of them leave.

A mocking smile curled at the corners of Valack's lips.

It had already sensed Malthus's disloyalty; he was probably already thinking of running away after regaining some of his power, or even betraying it.

But can they escape?
Ha ha.

ka ka ka-

It twisted its neck, continuing to absorb the souls and negative emotions contributed by these blood slaves, while gazing in a certain direction.

"You've come. I didn't expect you to come here."

"It'll be soon, we'll meet them soon, I need to recover more of my strength."

…Mid-December.

Because of the large number of missing persons cases that have lasted for more than half a month.

The city of London has declared martial law, prohibiting citizens from going out at night.

Surprisingly, most citizens did not cause trouble but stayed obediently at home. Unlike those damned, bloated bureaucrats, they, as the lowest rungs of the city, were well aware of the abnormality around them.

Especially cases like this involving a large number of missing persons.

According to statistics from relevant authorities, the number of recorded missing persons has reached a staggering 50,000 in the past two weeks, including people of all races.

White people, Black people, Indians, etc...

Of course, this was not made public. Instead, it was claimed that a terrorist group that trafficked in human tissues had infiltrated London and was conducting illegal transactions, and the public was warned.

But in private...

Anglican Church.

That is, the Church of England. As a part that split off from Christianity, the Anglican Church is quite strange, like a stitched-together monster, combining the Catholic Church's system of bishops and dioceses with the Protestant doctrine of allowing individual interpretation of the Bible...

Strictly speaking, the Anglican Church is more like a rebellious branch of the Catholic Church, with even the Pope being a member of the English royal family.

In England, the Anglican Church thus became, to some extent, a special official body for handling mysterious events.

"So you're saying that you were knocked unconscious, and when you woke up you saw this letter?"

A bishop who had been urgently recalled looked at the letter in his hand with a grim expression. Inside was an address and several photos, in which the appearance of the blood slaves was quite obvious.

Before him stood two MI6 agents, both looking equally helpless. "Yes, I'm sure of it. He's definitely a skilled fighter. I suspect he's an agent from another country; otherwise, he couldn't possibly be that good."

"Bishop, what do we do now?"

"What else can we do? You guys go and mobilize the police force, remember to mobilize them according to the counter-terrorism level. I'll report to the higher-ups. In any case, since we have a lead, we have to go and take a look."

Because of the Anglican Church's special status, the royal family, as the Pope, controls the Anglican Church, and therefore, some British national institutions will obey the orders of the Anglican Church.

At this moment, that's exactly what the two agents are like.

"Hiss, I don't know who that person is, but they are so strong and fast. I didn't even have time to react."

"I think it could also be other mysterious creatures..."

"It's a pity there are no surveillance cameras, otherwise it wouldn't be so troublesome. Damn it, it's fogging up again, let's hurry up and get going."

London, also known as the Fog City.

……

"Perhaps coming here was a mistake."

In the dimly lit room, the Warrens stared grimly at the severed limbs and the utensils in the basement that seemed to be leading to the making of "delicious food."

Meanwhile, the radio on the table was still broadcasting warnings from the authorities.

"Something's not right in London."

Ed said, holding the phone and making a call to the church.

Rowling, standing nearby, was extremely nervous. She kept glancing at the severed limbs in the basement, her mind filled with hallucinations: a family, the wife's transformation, vampires, a husband being seduced and beginning to hunt people to feed his wife, a seemingly innocent little girl in white, the arrival of cultists, death...

Various fragments flashed through her mind, allowing her to roughly piece together what had happened here.

"That lady's request can be completed."

"what?"

Ed, who was reporting the situation to the church, was taken aback.

The commission they accepted here was placed by a young woman who claimed that her sister had recently had an accident and almost died. Perhaps by luck, she survived, but her personality changed drastically.

She once went to see her sister wearing a cross by chance, but was almost attacked by her. After that, her brother-in-law also started acting strangely.

Through her secret observation, she even discovered a few drops of blood at the door of her brother-in-law's house.

Ultimately, after much deliberation, she chose to seek their help, given their renowned reputation, especially in England where they were more famous than in America.

Now that Rowling has seen what happened in the basement, she has said these words, which means she must have seen something.

"Your abilities have gotten stronger again?" Ed hung up the phone and went to his wife's side.

“Hmm, I don’t know why, but since last time, my abilities have become more and more acute. However, this time is different. I feel that something warm and familiar is attracting me here, and the closer I get, the stronger my abilities become,” Rowling said.

Ed frowned in thought. They were all experienced people, and Rowling's words gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen them in some book before, but he couldn't remember where. It seemed to be a relatively obscure classic.

At that moment, Rowling grabbed Ed's arm. "Let's go quickly and abandon this commission."

"At worst, I can use my savings when I get back and postpone my retirement."

Ed: "...Well, something's definitely not right here, especially with the terrorist organization appearing in London. I have a bad feeling about this."

Ed didn't insist; he assessed the situation and knew how to act—a quality they must possess, otherwise, this expert wouldn't be alive today.

"We'll leave tomorrow once the fog clears. For now, let's head back to the hotel; it's getting dark."

“Okay.” Rowling nodded, letting out a slight sigh of relief.

but.

Jingle Bell--

Ed's phone rang again.

connected.

"What? The church people have already arrived?"

"And Bishop Eileen?"

"Is this mass disappearance case related to demons? And is it also involving a demon god?"

"support?"

"No, I refuse. This mission is too dangerous. I don't have the ability."

"..."

After a while.

Ed hung up the phone with a grim expression.

"What's wrong, Ed?"

“Honey, let’s leave right away, tonight.”

"What happened?"

"This is a big deal. The disappearances in London are related to the devil. Do you remember, Bishop Irene?"

"That's right, it's Bishop Eileen who awakened the Holy Blood. She's here, and she's going to deal with her old rival, a demon god."

"So, the disappearances here are the work of that demon. The church has sent a lot of manpower to help, and this place will probably become very dangerous soon."

"The church wanted me to go and provide support, but I refused."

The two looked at each other.

Although a voice inside her seemed to be telling Rowling to go, she looked at her husband and chose to leave with him.

Leave tonight!

(End of this chapter)