Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 259 The End
There was no apparent action taken.

The power of life and death judgment that had been activated then descended.

hum!
The dragon scale spear, which should have been able to shatter gold and jade and was indestructible, broke apart inch by inch at this moment!
In the blink of an eye, it was divided into tens of thousands of pieces.

The golden and black beams of light vanished like shooting stars, their brilliance fading.

It failed to achieve its intended killing effect at all, and couldn't even get close enough to kill.

However, Valak remained calm. Rolling black mist billowed out, and a large amount of dark magic enveloped the ground, remotely activating the tens of thousands of dragon scale fragments.

Crack! Crack!
Bang bang bang!
The explosions came one after another, like the burning ships on the Red Cliff, with flames filling the sky and turning the entire sky orange.

Below, a large amount of dark magic on the ground began to automatically outline a series of complex magic circles, with various patterns and characters intertwined and operating.

Like the turning of machine gears, it began to operate, and the dark magic began to be transformed. Spikes, each more than ten meters high, emerged and instantly transformed into a stone forest, destroying all the tall buildings, houses and other structures in the area.

Magic circles also appeared in the sky.

in a blink.

Small fireballs rained down from the sky, like a torrential downpour, bombarding Louis.

Fireball rain, stone pillar forest.

More than that.

Valack is still moving.

Beneath its feet, immense darkness spread, slowly sinking in like a swamp, while strands of black magic reached out to the distant humans, seeking to plunder their souls.

Obviously.

This guy is trying to run away.

Louis, using the Kitchen God's divine perspective, carefully observed the magic arrays. Indeed, the explosion had not affected His vision, nor had it harmed Him, who now possessed a fiery divine body. However, Louis did not rush to attack Valak.

Looking at these magic circles and their operation, a sudden realization flashed in his eyes.

"I see."

She murmured softly.

He understood everything.

Louis remained completely still as the fireballs and stone spikes surged towards him. Instead, wisps of barely perceptible magical power flowed from his body like water, transforming into needles and threads that pierced through the stone spikes and scattered fireballs.

It was as if some structure of them had been destroyed, causing them to instantly collapse and eventually vanish into nothingness.

His gaze immediately returned to calm, and the magical power within his body, which seemed very weak compared to his divine body, began to circulate.

He stretched out his hand and pointed.

In an instant.

The space shifted, air surged, and the heat became unbearable.

A vast finger, formed from orange flames and over a thousand meters wide, descended.

It seemed slow, but in reality, it pressed down on Valak's head very quickly.

Valak also discovered that his body could not sink any deeper, and he had lost control of this space!
A wave of heat hit my face.

It desperately raised its head, looking at the terrifying flames that blotted out the entire sky, and roared with resentment.

"Do not!!!!"

boom!
Like crushing an ant, it is gently pressed down on the ground.

Then everything became quiet.

The destructive power of the giant flaming finger was so astonishing that it pierced through the entire distorted barrier, creating a huge black hole. The surrounding purple energy kept converging and replenishing it, but without its energy source, the barrier began to shrink rapidly as it was repaired, and even showed signs of collapse.

After doing all this, Louis did not stop the summoning spell. Instead, he looked down at a demon trembling in the silver thread barrier.

The enormous divine body began to shrink at that moment.

Louis smiled faintly as he looked at Malthus, who was cowering in the corner, terrified.

"This time, I won't let you get away again."

A black ceramic jar with the word "evil" written on it appeared out of thin air and sucked it in. Inside the jar, a black phantom could be seen darting around.

Do it all.

Louis looked up at the sky, the orange flames in his eyes flickering and leaping, as if some kind of will was using this as a passage to peer upwards.

A moment later, the orange flames stopped flickering. Louis lowered his head and stood there, his pupils shimmering with a faint orange and black light.

The powerful sense of oppression emanating from him also fluctuated in intensity.

……

"God!"

"Who is this deity?"

"The God of Fire! It must be the God of Fire!"

"He saved us!"

“When I tried to look directly at Him, the name of this deity appeared in my heart.”

"The stove, the stove god."

"..."

Whether it was the rain of flames, the forest of stone spikes, or that giant finger of flame, they were all vast and magnificent, and they could see them naturally since they weren't blind.

Coupled with their strong religious traditions, the belief in the Kitchen God suddenly began to emerge.

Meanwhile, in the center of the battlefield.

Eileen, who had collapsed to the ground, held the weakened Lorraine and looked at Louis, who now exuded an aura of boundless majesty over her.

Having lost her sacred blood, she was powerless to resist divine might, and moreover, she had no will to resist. Ever since she made a deal with Louis for the sake of other humans, acknowledging his god, she had already committed blasphemy.

She lowered her head deeply.

Rowling regained some consciousness, her pupils dilating as she stared at the imposing Louis, then tightly covered her mouth, daring not to utter a sound.

The demon is dead.

just now.

The lives and deaths of the hundreds of thousands of people within this barrier are entirely in the hands of the person standing before them.

But, this person...

Thinking of the evil she felt when she first met him, Rowling felt a pang of panic and dared not utter a word.

For a moment, Louis's place was completely quiet.

Two colors of light flashed rapidly in his eyes.

Just as the amulet, which had somehow ended up as a pendant on her chest and absorbed the spiritual light of Eileen's soul, was about to begin to glow.

The two-colored light in Louis's eyes finally stopped.

Close your eyes slightly, then open them and exhale.

"Whoo~"

His pupils had returned to normal, and the orange flame cloak that had enveloped his body slowly dissipated.

Louis landed on the ground, his legs went weak and he almost sat down, but fortunately the magical artifact had some magic power stored in it and could operate on its own for the time being, and the Myriad Illusions Robe supported Louis.

Da da da!
A jumble of hurried footsteps sounded.

Tommy and his men rushed over and shielded Louis.

Louis felt a slight sense of relief upon seeing them approach.

no way.

He was extremely weak, with not a trace of magical power left in his body—it had all been drained! He was even out of stamina, feeling like an ordinary person who had run ten kilometers straight, his entire body screaming with exhaustion. Even his head, which rarely suffered from fatigue since he cultivated into a Yin God, was now starting to feel dizzy.

At this moment, Tommy, who had been prepared, immediately came over and gave Louis a reagent.

Louis also took out a capsule of the panacea from his pocket and swallowed it.

Louis would naturally keep a few of these healing potions made by Mary on hand. Although they were barely useful to him most of the time, they were very effective in these rare occasions.

As a large amount of sugar rushed into his body and began to break down, Louis's strength was quickly restored, and a trace of magic power also rapidly emerged.

They regained their ability to protect themselves.

"Inhale~ Exhale~"

After a short rest.

Louis looked at Eileen and Rowling and greeted them.

"It's been a long time, Mrs. Warren."

Rowling forced a smile. "Long time no see, Mr. Cano."

Eileen looked at Rowling strangely. She herself didn't know who this priestess was. She never expected that she, who shared the same bloodline, would know the other party.
However, something's not right about that expression...

"Regarding this matter, I would like to ask the two of you..."

Louis told them about the incident and made some requests. Perhaps because they had witnessed Louis's impressive display of power, they agreed to all of his requests.

Louis also provided treatment for the two.

Without treatment, Rowling would be fine, but Eileen would likely die from internal bleeding.

After doing all this, Louis looked at the barrier.

"The barrier is about to break. Once we get out, I hope you two will remember what you said."

Eileen and Rowling nodded repeatedly.

At this time.

Crack! Crack!
A sound of shattering glass followed.

Cracks suddenly appeared in the purple sky, spreading throughout the space along the marks until they eventually connected together.

It finally shattered.

Large purple fragments fell and dissipated.

At this moment, space begins to return to its proper place.

My consciousness is slightly distorted.

Come to your senses again.

The sky and colors have returned to normal.

Even the buildings that should have been destroyed and the terrain that had been severely damaged have been restored.

just.

A soul that has been devoured by a demon cannot be restored.

Therefore, those who died in this disaster are truly dead.

In the white sky, the clouds were pushed aside by a gentle breeze, revealing the warm rising sun behind them. The golden sunlight shone on the earth, warm and comforting.

As the sun shone down, the entire Enfield district was engulfed in a sea of ​​weeping.

Few people can truly know how dazzling the hope can be after escaping death and despair.

……

Patapapapapap——

A large number of soldiers poured into the Enfield district, accompanied by a large number of reporters carrying long guns and short cannons.

Disaster relief, maintaining order, investigating the truth...

soon.

A large number of disaster victims began to be comforted.

Meanwhile, news about the Blood Disaster, the Purple Disaster, and the Mythical War broke out and began to spread throughout England, Europe, and even America.

However, apart from a portion of the population in London, most people in other regions did not believe it, as it sounded far too bizarre.

Governments around the world have begun to consult experts to debunk the rumors and provide analysis. Some say it's a change in celestial phenomena, others say it's a contagious disease, the Mandela Effect, or even a mass drug use incident...

All sorts of so-called truths are flying around.

Interestingly, when the government initially denied the rumors, many people chose to believe that there really was a blood disaster and a purple disaster!

However, in this entertainment-driven era, even if tens of thousands of people died, it wouldn't cause a lasting sensation or leave a lasting impression. Soon, all sorts of copycat news and movies appeared, capitalizing on this "hot" news, and exploiting the disaster.

Furthermore, in this era, the so-called global village has not yet been established, and the internet is not yet developed enough.

The information disseminated through television and various newspapers was rather slow-paced, and coupled with the deliberate obfuscation by the British government, the impact of this disaster was ultimately contained within London.

But it can never be completely eliminated.

After all, how could someone who personally experienced this event, or even lost a loved one inside, possibly forget it?

but.

The matter was gradually forgotten only on the level of ordinary people, but on the mystical side, this incident caused a huge and far-reaching sensation.

A vampire disaster, a barrier isolating large areas of space, high-level combat power like a Catholic saintess, a two-headed dragon incarnate as the demon god Valak, a white horse-drawn knight who is suspected to be the demon god Byrete, and a fire spirit whose divine name may be the god of the hearth...

These are all major events; any one of them would normally cause a stir in the mystical world, yet they all suddenly appeared in one event.

Upon closer inspection, the most common one here is actually a vampire!
As for the others, such as the large-scale barrier that allows demons to unleash their full demonic power and break through God's restrictions, and the Catholic saint who is arguably the strongest fighter in the world, these are relatively ordinary.

But what comes after that?
Demons, gods, and so on.

Isn't that a bit too ridiculous?
Isn't this no longer the age of gods?
Ultimately, the controversy subsided somewhat after St. Irene, a Catholic saint, publicly clarified the situation.

But it still sparked a long-dormant movement in the mystical world, with a large number of extraordinary individuals, families, professions, and races emerging.

The appearance of the gods made them believe that this era would undergo great changes, and perhaps there would be opportunities to profit.

London, England, was undoubtedly the key place where they gathered.

……

Louis, who caused and ended all of this, had already returned to Cambridge, America, and was soundly asleep on the sofa in his villa.

The sunlight shifted slightly, and the golden rays formed a flame-colored mark on Louis's forehead.

In Louis's sleep.

The Yin spirit, which had originally only had a few golden wisps at the edges, had now begun to spread towards his body, and a cluster of flames was visible in his heart, continuously spreading to all parts of his body.

The subtle gold hue was amplified.

Da da.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

A maid dressed in a black and white maid outfit came in, but seeing that Louis was still sleeping, she quietly went out again.

I met Uncle Fu downstairs and gave him a report.

"Ah~"

Uncle Fu sighed.

Since returning, Louis has been lying in his room sleeping all day long, not eating, drinking, or going to the toilet; he has practically cut off all physiological activities except for sleeping.

If it weren't for the continued snoring, he would have been afraid that Louis was already gone.

"Go and prepare dinner."

Whether the young master wakes up or not, everything must continue as usual!
(End of this chapter)