Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 312 The Shock of Rescuing Cotton Gabriel

Snapped!
Flames ignited on the cigarette. Constantine took a deep drag, exhaling a nine-ring eyeball that drew screams from those around him.

He then grabbed a handful of the girl's large breasts next to him and walked away without looking back.

Strangely, the group of people seemed not to have noticed him at all, and were still cheering until they quieted down a few minutes later and realized that he was gone.

Outside of places of decay.

Constantine took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped his hands, couldn't help but stretch, and clicked his tongue.

"Troublesome, I still have to go to the Southern State."

He didn't actually want to go. Lately, he had been feeling listless and thought he might be tired of his years of exorcising demons.

But he sensed that the situation was unusual.

He remembered that it was several years ago, when he was probably in his early twenties, when he went to a southern state to play, well, to exorcise demons, and he happened to receive a request for help from a sheriff named Donald.

At that time, he had already accepted an invitation from the U.S. government, namely the Authority, to become an unofficial member. As it turned out, the Authority confirmed that the situation there was indeed not right, so they went over to help out.

Unexpectedly, we encountered something quite rare.

The thought of that strange nightmare demon, linked to some terrifying being, made Constantine take a deep breath in distress, and burn the rest of his cigarette in his mouth.

Although the dream demon is powerful in its dream manipulation techniques, its weaknesses are too obvious. It is experienced, has a low skill level, and has many tricks up its sleeve, so it is actually quite easy to deal with.

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to kill the other party, so he had no choice but to seal him in the body of a high school girl who was most connected to him, and erase the memories of her father and other townspeople about Freddy, to prevent him from breaking the seal or re-emerging due to fear.

And now, it seems that the seal he left behind has been broken.

This old grudge still needs to be dealt with.

Tuk Tuk——

A knock on the glass window startled the young man inside, who had been dozing off. "You're done?"

When he said the word "thing," he emphasized it with extra force.

"Okay, let's go. We'll be busy from now on," Constantine said, seemingly oblivious, as he opened the car door, got in, and lit another cigarette.

The young driver pursed his lips, glanced at him with a hint of helplessness, and started the car.

"Get busy now? You're finally going to get down to business?"

"Hehe, when have I ever been indecent?"

"Ok?"

"Oh, okay, I might be a little bit unserious sometimes, but most of the time I'm quite serious. For example, right now, we have to deal with a very troublesome nightmare that I haven't been able to completely resolve before. For this, I need to prepare a lot of things."

Constantine spoke a long sentence in one breath, successfully diverting the young man's attention.

"Oh, a nightmare? The trouble from before?"

"That's right, this guy is tough to deal with, but mainly it's because I didn't bring enough supplies last time. I won't be like that this time."

"Alright, alright, stop asking. We still have a lot to do. By the way, do we have enough money?"

"Um, before you came in, we had a thousand dollars. Now? You can drop the one."

"Oh shit, when will the Bureau's salaries be paid?"

"Have you forgotten? The Administration just suspended you from your duties..." The young man's resentful voice echoed in the car.

Constantine smacked his lips, a hint of helplessness flashing across his handsome, still relatively young face, before finishing his cigarette in one gulp. "Whew~"

"Okay, looks like I'll have to borrow some from a friend."

Boom boom boom boom—

A ringtone with a slightly DJ feel started playing.

Looking at the priest's phone number that the church had used to communicate with him, Constantine paused, "Oh well, it seems I don't need to lower myself to borrow money."

Line connected.

……

Florida.

Orlando.

A new church in the suburbs.

This is a church with a considerable area. It appears to have been converted from an old church, and some of the renovations are not yet fully completed. Even so, the interior decoration can be described as luxurious.

Moreover, what's truly valuable isn't the interior decoration, but the land itself.

Land prices in Orlando have skyrocketed in recent years due to the emergence of the large conglomerate, Cano International. Even in the suburbs, prices are not cheap. If it weren't for the fact that they were sent by the Vatican Church, and that local businessmen and believers donated money, plus that the old church was built without charge, Gabriel would never have been able to build such a church.

And inside this church, a strange scene is unfolding.

One priest and nun after another fell haphazardly, but upon closer inspection, none of them were dead; they were all in a drowsy state. The most seriously injured were only breathing weakly, seemingly on the verge of death.

The order in which they fell was also interesting; their bodies all fell in the same direction, seemingly struggling before they collapsed.

Walk all the way.

Finally, in front of the innermost room, we saw the last priest, a middle-aged priest clinging to the door and leaning against the wall, refusing to let go.

Louis was somewhat surprised to see this person.

"Cotton?"

Louis recognized the person; it was someone he had met when he went to California, the person involved in the weight loss bug incident, the Miner's Order, and the demon Abram incident.

Although he was a priest at the time, he did not believe in the existence of gods or demons. He simply used psychotherapy to help those seeking help, and even made it into the newspapers because of it.

As a result, his worldview was shattered by that incident, and he ultimately chose to bravely charge forward and launch a final attack against the demon.

Then Louis rescued him, and in return, Louis gave him a family heirloom book that recorded demons and other monsters.

Although it was of little use to Louis, the book is still preserved to this day.

After that, Cotton left, and I thought I would never see him again, but I did, and under these circumstances.

"Looks like you went to church for further studies."

Louis shook his head and looked into the room.

There was a person sitting cross-legged there, with a small cross-shaped statue of Jesus behind him.

The man had a distinctive long beard and a burly build; he looked more like a soldier than a priest, and even in his priestly robes, he didn't resemble a priest.

He held a silver cross in his hand, and an open Bible lay on his lap. The Bible looked thick, silver-plated, with steel at all four corners, like rams. There seemed to be several iron chains linked together at the bottom, and finally, several small iron chains were connected to a thick iron chain, which wrapped around his arms and fists.

At a glance, Louis could immediately picture the violence in this Bible—was it perhaps meant to be used as a flail? And those arms and fists bound in iron chains, were they meant to make the blows more impactful?

This man really doesn't seem like a priest.

Of course, the focus is not on the surface, but on the inside.

In Louis's perception, these things faintly emanated unique and domineering energy fluctuations, seemingly protecting this person.

This is different from ordinary crosses, holy water, etc., those things did not give Louis such obvious energy fluctuations.

However, its strength is not as high as that of the Zolefiqar sword.

Louis judged that this person must indeed be a strong and elite member of the church, otherwise he wouldn't have such a thing, but the other party was not as good as Saint Irene.

While pondering, he released the power of his Yang God, sweeping it towards his opponent.

hum! !

The cross and the Bible immediately began to buzz and even flash with a silvery light, instantly resisting Louis's divine power.

"interesting."

Louis suddenly increased his output.

boom!
Just seconds later, the silver light shattered, and the two treasures dimmed considerably.

Louis's power surged into his mind, even forming a blazing sun within him, radiating light and heat. And then…

"Oh, shit!!"

All that could be heard was a scream and a curse, and the dream before my eyes suddenly collapsed!

Louis's Yang God power paused slightly before sweeping through the entire dream.

Good news, Gabriel is still alive.

Bad news: Freddy's other half has run away.

Yes, Freddy ran away, ran away with unusual decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation, and that angry curse was the last sound it left in the dream.

"Why? So decisive? It feels a bit different from the main point."

Louis frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

No problem, with the main body in hand, we'll eventually find out where the other parts are.

In the collapsing dream, Louis also saw Gabriel trapped within it.

He looked haggard.

He murmured softly, his voice filled with anguish and pain.

To his left were the disappearing tram and two tracks with varying numbers of hostages tied to them.

To his right is a huge crucifix scale, with the New Testament on one side and the Old Testament on the other, along with other iconic books on both sides.

This cross-shaped scale is a heretical scale!
It represents, metaphorically, the division within Christianity.

From primitive Judaism to formal Christianity, it fell into later schisms, including Catholicism, Puritanism, Islam, Protestantism...

Various, even contradictory, doctrines are presented in the images.

Start with the doctrines and the divisions within the church.

This is true blasphemy!

This is what trapped Gabriel: the trolley problem and religious differences.

All of these were tricks Freddy devised during this period of wits and courage against Gabriel, and were tailor-made to specifically target his weaknesses.

If you have too much of a conscience, you won't make it through.

If you are too devout, you will not pass.

Gabriel stared blankly at the shattered tram and cross before him, as if something within him had also shattered.

……

in reality.

Louis looked at Gabriel, whose eyes were open but still somewhat vacant, muttering to himself about which side to save and what the Lord had said.

Disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Are these the church elites?
Shake his head slightly.

He shifted slightly to the side, and magical power surged forth, enveloping Cotton.

"Ah, hiss——"

"No, Freddy!!"

As soon as Cotton woke up, he let out a deafening roar, then sprang to his feet, reached into his side pocket, only to find it empty.

Seeing that Cotton was still dazed, Carrie frowned slightly, flicked her finger, and hummed!
Cotton was pinned to the spot, his feet seemingly oiled, and began to spin clockwise.

Finally, he stood upright in place, his eyes clear.

Looking at Louis, his expression became excited, "Mr. Cano?!"

Louis smiled. "Father Cotton, it's been a long time."

“Mr. Cano, I didn’t expect to see you here. I… um… hiss.” Cotton frowned. “I remember being… Freddy…”

He turned his head and saw his teammates lying on the ground, all of them unconscious but not dead.

After a moment of excitement and relief, his thoughts began to race. Two breaths later, he turned back and said, “Thank you so much, Mr. Cano. If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I would really be dead.”

"Well, I..."

Clearly, he had guessed who had saved him.

However, Louis noticed his distraction and interrupted his thanks, saying, "Don't rush."

Having said that, he lightly traced a line in the air with his finger.

The magical power condensed and flew out, transforming into specks of starlight that landed on them.

Some of the minor injuries woke up on the spot.

Those with serious injuries have also become much more stable in their breathing and are no longer on the verge of death.

"Alright, now we can have a proper chat."

Cotton nodded repeatedly in delight.

After a while.

Church hall.

In front of the enormous holy statue.

Louis and Cotton sat facing each other, while Gabriel, who had barely recovered some of his strength, sat next to Cotton. The other priests and nuns were helped into the room to rest and wait for the ambulance to arrive.

After a brief, polite chat.

Both sides got straight to the point.

Cotton mainly recounted his mission back to America and the origins of the matter.

Louis thus learned that Catholicism wanted to rise again and reclaim the territory of faith in America.

Louis was not optimistic about this.

America is too big and too chaotic.

Protestantism is a mixed bag. It is not a truly organized and structured church, but rather a kind of interpretive power where everyone can interpret the Bible, which is called freedom.

The number of churches that have sprung up from this is countless. What can the Catholic Church do?

It can't be completely eradicated!

Even if the US government makes peace with them, it will be the same; this has been deeply ingrained in American culture and cannot be changed.

As for what Cotton said about dealing with Freddy...

Louis listened briefly, and it was pretty much what he already knew: the story of the priests who tried to save people but ended up being tricked instead. If Gabriel hadn't been somewhat capable and managed to entangle Freddy in his two forms, they would have been dead long ago.

While Louis and Cotton were talking.

Gabriel, who had been silent until now, gradually focused his gaze, which became more intense as he stared intently at Louis.

Louis Cano...

The Cano family...

Cano International?!
And just now, how did he enter my dream? What kind of power was that? Why did Freddy just curse and run away, not even daring to show his face...?

The opponent's power seems quite formidable!

And Cotton, I actually know him.

When did the mystical world acquire such a person?

Gabriel's thoughts gradually deepened.

(End of this chapter)