Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 252 The Great London Events (Part Two): Bloodshed

As night fell, the thick fog dissipated.

Streets in Enfield, London.

puff!

"Aaaaaah!" A pale figure flashed by, snatching the man away, leaving only a piercing wail that grew ever more distant.

"Help!" the lame woman cried out as a pair of sharp claws pierced her chest and tore through her neck.

In this darkness, under the dim light of the streetlights, chaos reigned everywhere. Pale, hairless blood slaves moved through the thick fog of the night, dragging humans into dark corners.

Chaos is everywhere!

No one is immune!
"Waaaaah... Mommy..."

A little girl holding a plush rabbit hid behind a telephone pole, crying in terror, as a pair of sharp claws silently reached out to grab her.

boom!
A series of loud gunshots suddenly rang out.

Bang bang bang!
Three more shots were fired in quick succession, and a composed old policeman killed the blood slave.

blah blah blah...

Large numbers of armed police officers, carrying guns, rushed out into the streets, their muzzle flashes like stars, igniting the entire neighborhood.

Blood, minced flesh, monsters, and wails, combined with the thick, gray-black fog, created a picture of hell.

On the very night the authorities issued their warning, all the strange things began to happen.

Large numbers of blood slaves emerged from the dark corners, attacking pedestrians with rampage. These monsters displayed their abilities as soon as they appeared.

They are strong and fast, comparable to well-trained soldiers, and they also retain a certain degree of intelligence. Their claws are also quite sharp, making them a massacre when dealing with unarmed civilians!

Fortunately, the armed police arrived in time, and their weapons were able to inflict casualties on these blood slaves, barely stabilizing the situation.

However, how could a disaster unleashed by demons and great demons end so simply?

"No! I... I'm still useful! No!"

Snapped! !

Maria, who was still absorbing human blood to recover from the loss of her own life force, suddenly exploded.

Valak did not explain what he had done, but simply licked his lips with his sharp tongue, and with a slight movement of his hand, a large ball of crimson blood suddenly condensed from the exploded corpse.

The blood flew into the sky and disappeared into the thick clouds.

Rumble!
A sudden downpour began.

The raindrops pattered, each one as big as a bean.

Each drop of rain contained a trace of blood that was barely visible to the naked eye, which dripped onto the blood slaves.

"Roar!!"

The blood slaves went berserk, their muscles bulging, their eyes turning bloodshot, their strength and speed increasing, and even showing a hint of the superhuman regenerative abilities of genuine vampires.

“That’s right.” Varak nodded slightly.

He has just used magic to subjugate Maria, and through her bloodline, the blood slave can now sacrifice anyone it kills.

The blood of Maria, mixed with its magic, greatly stimulates the blood slaves, squeezing their life force and driving them into a frenzy, thus accelerating the efficiency of plundering lives.

Unfortunately, Maria is just a baron. No matter how much I mutate her, her infectivity is limited. If it were it, the efficiency would at least double.

Valak glanced at the desiccated corpse beside him—no, it couldn't be called a desiccated corpse anymore. The body had recovered somewhat and no longer looked so shriveled. It seemed that it was not far from being resurrected and awakened.

Valak's figure vanished and returned to the painting on the wall. It had done what it needed to do, and the church people should be arriving soon. Once it had absorbed this wave of souls, its remnant soul would be able to recover and become its avatar.

Then, it was time to leave.

In a corner of the apartment, Malthus wandered, then stealthily intercepted a portion of a soul.

……

outside.

Accompanied by a brief downpour.

Hundreds of blood slaves went berserk, and ordinary bullets required multiple hits to the head or other vital areas to be fatal, greatly increasing the casualty rate among the police.

This indirectly led to an increase in casualties and a large number of people suffering from the disaster.

That's right.

disaster.

This incident, which the authorities described as a terrorist organization entering the city, has now developed into a disaster. We live in a modern society, and England is a developed country, yet such a major problem has still occurred.

One can imagine how overwhelmed the men in parliament are right now, and how this news will spread everywhere tomorrow morning...

Just as the authorities received information from the scene and were considering whether to deploy troops into the city and urge the Anglican Church to send more personnel,

The church people came.

Wearing a black nun's habit with a pure white cross pendant on her chest, holding a Bible in her hand, and with golden flames burning in her eyes, it was Irene.

Behind her were people sent by the church.

They were all combat priests and combat nuns who graduated from the exorcism academy.

Every shot, every sword, every handful of salt can turn a blood slave to ashes.

They were agile and swift, and their weapons were extremely effective against the blood slaves. Although there were only twenty or so of them, they had the effect of two hundred people at this moment.

They walked through the streets, reciting the Bible, and quickly cleared a safe zone.

“No, Bishop, something’s wrong with these blood slaves, and there are too many of them. The residents here can’t protect themselves at all.”

Eileen glanced at it.

Corpses were everywhere you looked. Ordinary civilians, in the darkness, had neither the courage to fight the monsters nor the ability to organize rescue efforts.

"You stay here to save the people and try to gather them together so that you can protect them. I'll go find Valak by myself."

"No, Bishop, you can't do this alone without help..."

"Alright, even without your help, I can still destroy Valak. Your current task is to protect these people."

After saying that, Eileen headed towards her destination alone—an apartment that, in her eyes, exuded a dark aura.

……

airport.

Louis stepped down from the top and looked at the city with a smirk as he gazed at the poor visibility.

As expected of the Fog City, it truly lives up to its name with its foggy atmosphere!
The spiritual eye is activated.

The target was quickly identified.

The blood-red color in the sky over that place was quite obvious.

Wave.

Forty-eight black-armored soldiers who disembarked from the private plane behind them quickly boarded cars that had been prepared in advance and were equipped with high-powered fans to disperse the fog, and headed forward.

Louis, on the other hand, chose to fly.

In the city, vehicles are too slow; it's much faster to fly.

hum! !

Louis vanished in a flash across the sky, glancing down a few times and frowning slightly.

There was fighting everywhere below. The number of those pale, hairless monsters didn't seem to be too many, but the casualties they caused seemed to be considerable. Conservatively speaking, there were probably already several thousand dead.

This is London!
Shake his head.

My suspicion that Varak and Malthus were here became even stronger; such a grand gesture was not something an ordinary demon could pull off.

The speed increased even further.

It quickly flew towards the location of the apartment.

There was no way around it; under the Spirit Eye's vision, that apartment building was too conspicuous.

"Why aren't the Anglicans taking action yet!"

Do you know how many people die for every minute wasted right now?

"Taxpayers pay so much money just to support a bunch of useless people like you?!"

"Where is the Pope? I want to see the Pope in person!"

"Quickly, go save my dear little Robbie!"

"What are all those things! Do legendary vampires really exist? And was King Arthur real too?"

"Where's the army? Bring the army in!"

"Woooooooo..."

"..."

Central London is in chaos.

The terrified members of parliament shifted blame, attacked opposing parties, and made inappropriate remarks. Some even felt that the Anglican Church was no longer up to standard and suggested replacing it with Puritanism...

Some people even suggested that people should hurry up and buy garlic, since their shop happens to sell garlic and other spices and vegetables, and they welcome everyone to come and order.

A whole bunch of demons were dancing wildly.

As for those who were actually doing something, they were not absent, but they all went to the back of the hall and were discussing something.

This is probably why big decisions are made in small meetings, while small matters are dragged out in big meetings...

A full hour later.

Then someone came out from behind to preside over the council, followed by a series of procedures such as explanation, voting, and paperwork.

The results finally came out two hours later.

The disaster was officially classified as an infectious disease, named the Blood Disaster, and the army was mobilized into the city. The Anglican Church and other Catholics were mobilized to provide relief to the Enfield district. Garlic was purchased and distributed to the public, and all hospital ambulances were dispatched...

Then, the parliament was dissolved, and a group of officials with little background knowledge and no understanding of the situation finally felt lost and helpless.

infectious disease?
Just kidding the ghost!
In fact, what they didn't know was...

Behind the hall.

Some of the former nobles and bureaucrats, the modern capitalists, and a member of a branch of the royal family are all silent here.

Among them was a coffin, but it was empty.

“Yes, this bloodbath was very likely caused by that vampire,” a member of the royal branch said.

Everyone was looking at him with strange expressions.

Because that vampire was kept by this branch of the royal family. It was said to be Dracula, who was resurrected on the Demeter, defeated, and then ended up in their family's hands and kept there.

Everyone knows this, and they also know that it's most likely not the real Dracula. They just ignore it because of the saying "everyone loves what they have."

but now……

“You need to tell us what exactly is going on with that vampire. You know, we don’t have many options when it comes to these terrifying creatures. We need to understand them thoroughly,” said a well-known car tycoon in England.

Their height allows them to know the truth of the world, but it doesn't mean they possess great power.

“Okay, that’s not Dracula. We investigated later and found out that he was Dracula’s subordinate, a general from the Zalesca family, who was also Dracula’s adjutant at the time. He was later turned into a vampire by Dracula as well.”

“Although he is only a viscount, as you know, Dracula is different from ordinary count vampires. Therefore, his direct descendants are also different, which is why our family kept Zalesca.”

"What's the difference?"

"Immortality."

"Let's not talk about that now. Is there any way to deal with this?"

"The Holy Church can handle this, but it's not just vampires involved, you know? There are demons involved too!"

"..."

Their argument continued.

……

apartment.

Eileen arrived first.

Upon opening the apartment door and stepping inside, a chilling and eerie atmosphere filled the air, utterly silent.

Click, click...

The only sounds were her footsteps and the dripping of water, probably because the faucet wasn't turned off properly.

In the apartment, it seemed the power had been turned off, and all the lights were out, so Eileen could only take out her phone.

Yes, even cell phones and nuns keep up with the times.

The light from the phone illuminated the road ahead.

Eileen walked step by step toward the stairs.

But they stopped as they stepped onto the stairs and began to turn the corner.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Water droplets falling on the ground is normal, but it's too dense, like a leaky faucet that's getting worse and worse—something's not right.

And it also sounds like there's a crackling sound?
She pointed her phone forward.

Under the pale light, there were shriveled corpses hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly with the movement of the air, their pale, wide eyes all staring in this direction.

He stared at the newcomer.

The dripping sound was the residual blood from the corpses, and the crackling sound was the corpses colliding with each other.

The reason why the corpses that vampires have sucked can produce such a sound like blood dripping rain is because... there are too many, too many corpses.

"Well."

Eileen felt a wave of nausea wash over her, not from disgust, surprise, or fear, but from anger and pain!

Eileen's eyes widened as she stared intently at the corpses. Among them were men and women, old and young, but even children and infants were hanging high up.

That tender body, which should have been full of life and vitality, was torn to shreds.

“Ugh~~”

She gagged repeatedly, and tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes.

Her hands and feet trembled as she struggled to climb the stairs. After climbing half of the stairs, she finally reached the second floor and looked down into the hallway. Sure enough, there it was.

Densely packed.

They were all corpses!

They were hung up like food stored up by bats, as dense as a forest.

At this time.

She saw a familiar figure.

Morris.

Her former comrade-in-arms, and even the person who secretly stirred her heart.

At this moment, it had also turned into a dried corpse hanging there, its eyes wide open, seemingly filled with rage.

"why?"

"demon!"

"demon!!"

"Valak!!!"

At this moment, Eileen finally couldn't hold back anymore. She clenched her fists tightly, the golden flames burning in her pupils grew even stronger, and she let out a hysterical roar.

(End of this chapter)