Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 258 The Great London Event (End) - From the Perspective of the Gods
As Louis finished reciting his prayer, the amulet in his hand burst into flames, and the red phantom rippled before solidifying completely and then surging upwards.

Louis's figure inexplicably faded at this moment, and the enormous magical power and Yin spirit power within his body completely dissipated.

A colossal fiery figure stood there.

The illusory image of the Kitchen God suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a hint of confusion and surprise, before quickly regaining its composure.

He stared indifferently at the two-headed dragon standing at eye level with him, and at the figure of the white horse knight who was about to solidify.

Valak looked at the phantom with apprehension and did not launch an attack immediately.

God.

It's too well-done.

In its early days, when it was conquering the world on behalf of God, it fought against many heretics. Among those demons, there were many that it had defeated, and even among the angels, there were similar beings.

Indeed, many angels are defeated gods who submitted and were taken into Heaven.

Therefore, it understands the gods very well.

Aside from some minor local gods, most capable orthodox deities are basically at the level of great demons, and those high-ranking powerful gods are none lower than the level of demon gods.

Although the war led to the destruction of most of the gods by God, many gods still survived. The god in front of it should be one of the unfamiliar gods it does not recognize.

Judging from this, it's clear that these aren't minor local deities. They must be orthodox gods, or even powerful ones. It's unlikely to be a main god, as there are a limited number of main gods, and the other party didn't give off that powerful and ancient feeling.

Even so, this is a huge problem. If it's not handled properly, today's gains will likely be greatly reduced.

Because these gods are different from demons, they are not bound by God's rules, and they can still exert their full power in the mortal world.

This is the key point, and the reason why it was so wary of Louis, the priest of the gods, and even threw him out of the distorted space.

"Hello, unfamiliar deity," Valak greeted him.

Louis's consciousness was focused on Valac.

He had no intention of impersonating a deity, and in fact, it would be inappropriate and would only invite ridicule.

"Valak".

!!!

Valak's two dragon heads trembled violently as he stared at the phantom of the god in astonishment. Finally, he gazed intently at the phantom, as if looking at a mere illusion.

"Human, it seems you are quite special to your gods."

It had never seen such a method before.

This makes it even more wary.

At their level, the unknown means danger.

“Human, I have not offended your gods, and I am willing to send you away from here. I can also let you take what was taken from the soul of that saint’s descendant.”

It subtly softened its stance.

pity.

Too late.

Louis's eyes flickered, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the neighing of horses.

"Xilulu!!"

The phantom summoned by the horn of Malthus beside them finally solidified completely, and its true form was fully revealed to the world.

The tall but aged white horse, covered in gray-white scales, carried a cat-headed human who looked as if he had been cast in gold. His muscles were bulging and full of power, and he was adorned with countless musical instruments. In the distance, it seemed as if a large band of musicians was playing music.

Such a grand display clearly indicates that this is no ordinary event.

In contrast, Valac, which is in the same class, looks rather clownish.

"Beret".

Valak snorted coldly, his dragon eyes filled with both fear and contempt.

Beretta is technically stronger than it, but right now it's just a summoned projection without any intelligence, so it's not afraid of it at all!
"Xilulu!"

The grey and white horse neighed loudly again.

Sound waves propagate in bursts.

It possessed an inexplicable power that attracted everyone's attention.

The residents, who had been rioting, were now walking towards them in a daze. Some were crying, some were laughing, some were roaring angrily, some were muttering incoherently, and some were shouting loudly...

The expressions were varied and numerous.

They all saw it.

They saw three enormous figures in the center.

A two-headed dragon soaring through the sky, spewing poisonous fire; a giant, majestic, humanoid shadow burning with flames; and a golden-headed man riding a grey-white horse.

"Lord! The grey-white horse rider! Is it your weather knight? Are you finally going to cleanse this sinful world?"

"Fool, how could a knight be a cat? But anyway, the world is going to end, great, hahaha!"

"Why? Why did my Edward leave me..."

"Damn bloodshed, damn vampires, damn incompetent government..."

"Doria, Doria, I love you..."

"Help! Help! My body is out of control..."

"Whoever it is, please save my child!"

"..."

The cacophony of noise, cries, and roars shook the entire Enfield district, drawing countless people from all directions, all with expressions of despair.

Some people tripped over their own feet and were unable to get up, being trampled into a bloody pulp.

Some people screamed for help but still stepped into the flames and burned to death.

Some are still desperately pleading for divine salvation...

Even the soldiers couldn't help but walk towards the phantom of Beret.

Those who died vanished in an instant, their souls and bodies turning into provisions and merging into the phantom.

More and more are getting closer.

Eileen held the weakened Lorraine below, her eyes filled with anxiety and pain, and in the end, she could only place her hopes on that fiery red figure.

She knelt on the ground, bowed to the phantom, and looked at it pleadingly.

“O...no, esteemed crimson deity, please use your divine power to save the poor people here.”

"They are all innocent, may your mercy extend to this place..."

She has given everything to resolve the situation in Valak, but the situation is getting worse and worse. Now, too many people are dying and suffering. In this situation, she is willing to go against her faith and worship other gods.

under these circumstances.

Louis made a move.

He showed no emotional fluctuation at the moment.

He simply observed Berrett's movements and eyes.

"Is it just a mindless, destructive machine?"

With a wave of his fiery red hand, a power called good fortune suddenly appeared and enveloped everyone.

Everyone stopped moving, the flames went out, the critically injured regained their composure, the crazed regained their senses, and those who were about to be crushed to death were lucky enough to avoid the stones... In an instant, not a single one of the hundreds of thousands of people died!
It's incredibly amazing.

call! ! !
A massive pillar of purple fire pierced through like a sharp sword.

Valak made his move.

It was just that it and Louis were on guard against each other, and now that Louis has chosen to intervene, it shouldn't be blamed for joining forces with the phantom of Beret first!

The pillar of fire surged, easily scorching the ground. The fire burned incessantly, seemingly never to be extinguished. The dark magic within the flames made them even more destructive to life and energy.

"Xilulu!!"

Horses neighed, the ground trembled, and Beretta's phantom moved. It charged towards the two on its white horse, its powerful dark magic enveloping it, causing it to shatter the earth, break through the wind and waves, and transform into a black cone that pierced straight through!
They have absolutely no concept of friend or foe.

Louis shook his head.

After being possessed by divine power, Louis gained a perspective known as that of God.

He even mastered some of the Kitchen God's supernatural powers and abilities without being taught.

From the perspective of the Kitchen God, their attacks were horribly crude, full of flaws at a glance, and simply unbearable to look at!
The energy called magic is not refined enough and lacks spirituality. The spells used are also very crude, sometimes just simple fire-breathing or sound wave illusions. It's crude, really too crude!
What about borrowing the power of heaven and earth?
What about spiritualizing energy and then micromanipulating it?
What about the variety of spells? What about their efficiency? What about their classification?

Nothing? Absolutely nothing?

Is it just a crude and idiotic energy attack?

Apart from the explosive attack, which was somewhat noteworthy, it was basically useless.

Louis couldn't help but shake his head.

"It's truly primitive and barbaric."

Say it.

There was no apparent action taken.

The scroll in his left hand began to turn its pages automatically without any wind. Based on magic, space began to shift, flames began to change their nature, the ground began to shift, and the power to judge life began to descend!
The purple fire pillars seemed to have gained their own consciousness and began to diverge. Some of the flames turned orange and began to fight against the purple flames.

The black magic on the owl-headed gray knight who launched the charge dissipated!
The horse's hoof, powerful enough to crush the earth, missed its footing and fell from the top, then somehow returned to the top, only to fall again, repeating this motion endlessly.

The space above and below seemed to become a passageway, falling into an endless loop.

Unfortunately, the summoned phantom had no brains and only knew how to destroy. It kept stomping its hooves and charging forward, resulting in it only advancing in a cycle.

Never ending!

Really...

"A mindless beast."

Louis shook his head with disdain and looked at Valac.

At this point, Varak was gripped by fear.

why?
why? ? ?
Clearly, clearly the energy of this deity in front of me is not higher than mine!
It even seems a bit superficial, with a sense of being all show and no substance.

It definitely did not reach the level of a demon god!
But why did its own flames betray it, directly clashing and annihilating each other?

And that incredibly powerful melee phantom of Beretta will be trapped in an endless loop. This is clearly my distorted barrier, how can it use it like this?

And space can be used like this? How come I can't do it?
Is this really something an ordinary deity could do?

Could it be that I've guessed correctly, that He is some kind of supreme deity?
Do not!
impossible!
Perhaps it's just some kind of deity who wields the power of fire and has some knowledge of space. It's all just technology, not some mysterious or unpredictable method. As long as you are inherently stronger than Him, you won't make a mistake. So, don't scare yourself. Just use other methods to deal with Him.

I don't believe He can always win against the odds!

Thinking of this.

Valack did not hesitate.

Black dragon scales tinged with gold began to fall off, instantly forming a dragon scale spear. Its cold light was chilling, and black mist swirled around it. Even the hardest alloy in the world would not be able to withstand its attack.

Not finished yet.

Its vertical pupil on its chest began to blink, and a distinct power of gold and black began to gather in the center of the pupil.

In those brief two or three seconds, Louis made no attempt to stop it, simply watching it perform its actions with a calm demeanor.

It completely lacked Louis's previous cautious approach to dealing with enemies.

Instead of launching an attack immediately, Valak began to speak.

"Humanity!"

“I have no intention of opposing you. Now, I can let you leave. You can also take anyone you want with you, even these hundreds of thousands of humans are fine.”

"Let's all give each other some dignity."

Ok.

It seems it's really scared.

That's why these conditions were offered.

For an arrogant, domineering, evil, and terrifying demon god to utter such words is already quite humble; he's practically begging for mercy on his knees.

If other demons heard this, they would definitely laugh at it as a joke for a hundred years!

but.

Even so, Louis simply smiled faintly.

A look of disdain.

In those eyes burning with orange flames, the flames grew stronger and stronger without anyone noticing.

"To be deferential at first and then obsequious is laughable."

“You cowardly rat, if it weren’t for the fact that your body and soul are not bad, why would I have planned for so long? How could I abandon the greater good and pursue the lesser at this time?”

Moreover, you have caused this boundless killing karma. Although I don't particularly approve of the people here, I still cannot condone your actions.

"Stripping away tendons and skin, eating flesh and bleeding, scavenging memories, tormenting the soul and forging demons—these are the best outcomes for you."

Say it.

As if unwilling to say more, or as if he was holding back something, Louis waved his hand gently.

suddenly!!

Suddenly, the brush in his right hand began to move.

The power of judgment, which had been held back just moments before, was finally unleashed at this moment.

Valak felt a chill run down his spine instantly.

Its intuition, honed through years of bloody battles, told it that death was imminent!
"hateful!"

"What nonsense are you talking about! I don't understand!!"

With a shout, the dragon-scale spear in front of Valak shot out, even tearing a mark in space, like tearing through cloth, slicing through a huge black rift.

The speed was unbelievably fast, as if it was using the barrier to make the spear appear and disappear suddenly, each time faster than the last.

Furthermore, the golden and black light on its chest also transformed into a beam of light. The golden and black light intertwined, seemingly about to merge, but in reality, they remained distinct. This beam of light also pierced through space and shot towards Louis.

From the perspective of the gods, Louis, while fighting the enemy, even has time to analyze how these two attacks are used, their causes, their advantages and disadvantages, and so on.

There's not much to say about the Dragon Scale Spear; it's not even a magic weapon. It's a waste of that high-quality material formed from highly condensed energy. The way it's used is also really awkward, relying entirely on the control of this space to do so. It's crude.

As for that mixed attack of holy energy and dark magic, it was so clearly distinct, what was the difference between it and releasing them separately? It was utterly devoid of any technical sophistication!
When we truly merge, then perhaps He will look upon us with more respect.

but now?
Ah.

(End of this chapter)