Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 328 Return to Dracula's Plot

To have such abilities, and being a vampire at that...

Almost instinctively, Louis thought of Dracula, but then he thought it was too hasty, since Dracula was the only great vampire he had ever heard of.

It is not a reliable reference.

However, it is now certain that this town is indeed extraordinary, and the purpose of the vampire Demilia's visit here is also extraordinary.

However... no matter what, even after Louis used his Yang Spirit to scan the ground and the sky several times, he still couldn't find anything unusual. It seemed that there was something else hindering the progress of the Spirit Realm.

I don't quite understand it.

Louis shook his head, his body transformed into flames, merging into the crimson fire, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to the town.

Behind him, the boundless sea of ​​fire began to surge back into Louis's body like a reversal of the wind and flames, and no trace of blood could be seen anymore.

However, though the flames have gone, the plants, earth, and animals that have been burned are gone forever, and the landscape is devastated.

Looking at Louis, who suddenly reappeared.

At that moment, all the townspeople knelt down in unison, bowing their heads and shouting various words of praise, their attitude one of reverence and excitement.

Louis glanced at it, not paying much attention; whether others were grateful or not was never important.

But then, a brilliant idea struck him.

Is there a possibility.

Is the obstruction of the spiritual realm related to these people?
Perhaps... it really is possible.

At that moment, Yang Shen swept across.

A platinum-gold light, barely visible to the naked eye, swept across the town. Some townspeople shuddered involuntarily, while others seemed oblivious.

After a while.

Louis looked at the townspeople who were reacting with a peculiar gaze. During the scan, he discovered that their spirituality was actually quite high. Although they hadn't reached the level of psychic mediums, they were stronger than ordinary people. Moreover, their souls seemed to have an attribute that leaned towards light.

Most of the time, the souls of ordinary people are chaotic, at most slightly biased due to emotions, but they don't develop any inherent attributes.

unless……

Louis thought of the holy sword he had intercepted from the Sacrifice Management Bureau. That holy sword was restricted to certain bloodlines, and the bloodline that could use it belonged to the descendants of a certain prophet...

So, are they descendants of saints or prophets with diluted bloodlines?
Louis pondered the matter and finally decided to take all these people back for a thorough study. As for this place, to be on the safe side, he would leave some people to guard it, just in case.

Seemingly sensing that Louis intended to leave, Emma suddenly asked.

"Louis, what do we do with this vampire?"

Demilia trembled, realizing that her life or death now rested entirely on the other's shoulders.

boom! boom! boom!
He started kowtowing repeatedly.

“Master, I am willing to be your most loyal hound. I can continuously create bloodlines for you. Our cursed lineage of vampires is more widespread than Cain’s lineage, and it will definitely be of help to you.”

"You're right."

Demilia looked up, her face full of surprise.

"But I don't trust you."

From heaven to hell.

Demilia's brain was working frantically, it was burning up!
What should I do? How can I gain their trust?
Got it!

Demilia ripped open his chest, his sharp claws tearing through his own flesh with remarkable sharpness, easily severing fibers and blood vessels to reveal his beating heart.

"Master, please."

Looking at Demilia, Louis stroked his chin.

It seems this vampire has a very strong will to survive, as he even thought of this method. In fact, Louis knew this method very well, but he asked the vampire this question simply to see his reaction.

Also.

Louis still suspected that this guy had someone behind him, and that his purpose in coming here was definitely not simple.

So, let's leave it for now.

While we're at it, let's also take a look at what this so-called cursed lineage of vampires is all about.

He casually tossed out a blood-red spark, which burned brightly close to his heart, radiating light and heat. Demilia's hair stood on end; he felt as if he might die at any moment.

The heart is a fatal weakness for most vampires.

Strangely, the burning heat outside my heart made me tremble with fear, yet I also felt incredibly at ease.

Two opposing emotions simultaneously arose within it at this moment.

"Do you still remember the place where you used to sleep? And the people who dug you up and sold you?"

"I remember, I remember. Just give me a map and I'll definitely be able to recognize it."

Louis nodded, ignoring it, and looked at the large group of townspeople who were still kneeling on the ground and had begun to sing hymns.

Good guy.

Is this treating him as some kind of saint or god?
Finally, Louis glanced at the town called Salem, a name that sounded somewhat like Jerusalem.

The green light flashed and disappeared in an instant.

Everyone disappeared.

The night wind howled, and the cold was biting.

The raging winds whipped up large swaths of vampire ash, sending it swirling and flying throughout the town. One could imagine that this place might become a fertile land next year.

Outside the town, in a place that had become a dark, desolate wasteland, large pieces of charred wood faintly glowed red. This red was not the red of carbon, but a very pale blood red, looking like tiny parasites wriggling and crawling in the charcoal.

Gradually.

These "parasites" began to converge, entangle, coil, and coalesce.

At last.

It transformed into a drop of blood one millimeter in size, floating in mid-air, like a child drawing a doodle, depicting the drop of blood in the shape of a bat.

This tiny blood bat, so small it couldn't be smaller, was flapping its wings and gazing into the distance toward the town.

Subsequently.

It exploded with a bang.

The blood mist dissipated into the air, vanishing in an instant and drifting away with the wind.

Hundreds of miles from the border, in a small Mexican town, an elegant middle-aged man with a cane, monocle, and a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, exuding an aristocratic air, is discussing business with the person in front of him.

"You know why we go through Mexican ports, so you don't have a choice."

The elegant man pressed the businessman in front of him relentlessly with an aggressive tone that seemed out of place with his demeanor.

The merchant was speechless, and finally lost in the silent psychological battle. He sheepishly handed over the bill of lading and left with his caravan.

"Hmm, another windfall. These people are just like that, their mental fortitude is too weak," the elegant man said with a hint of sarcasm.

The burly white man next to him nodded repeatedly, "That's right, how can a mere human compare to you?"

The elegant man did not refute, but instead smugly stroked his cane.

"Let's go, it's time to see the next 'friend'. I hope he can give me enough challenges."

at this time.

His nose twitched, and a flash of bloodshot light appeared in his sea-blue eyes before he narrowed them.

"Well, humans aren't all that bad."

"Take this person for example."

The thin molecules in the air combined to form the blood he expelled, carrying memories that allowed him to see everything that had happened before. However, as he absorbed all the memories, his expression changed, revealing not only apprehension but also a hint of astonishment.

"This person is... oh~ a big name in Hell, someone Valak has been thinking about, and even Mammon has heard of him. He is the fire priest who has been offered a bounty by several demon gods."

"I never expected to run into him here, and he even ruined my plans and damaged my bloodline."

"Count, someone's ruining your plans?! I'll tear him apart right now!"

The person next to him said emotionally unstablely, his eyes turning red in an instant. At the same time, his mouth began to crack slightly, revealing saliva and a ferocious tongue and sharp teeth. He was simply a monster!

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, a red blood spell struck the man's head. In an instant, his mouthparts disappeared, the crack was repaired, and his body turned slightly paler, as if he had been drained of blood.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I... I lost control just now." The man regained his composure and said, his body trembling slightly.

Dracula glanced at it, his expression unchanged.

“You don’t need to do that. It’s normal for loyal people to get emotional sometimes and they shouldn’t be punished. However, you need to know that we are still hiding. Before we find another bloodline and increase our strength, we cannot expose our current situation.”

"Otherwise, that damn Van Helsing will come after us again."

"Therefore, we must be careful."

"The lessons of a century ago must not be repeated."

The servant bowed his head deeply. "You are right."

Dracula nodded and turned to look in the direction of Salem.

“This time, I failed. Even letting that beast run rampant there didn’t lure out the Blood Ancestor. It must not be there at all. The sacredness of that place must have another reason.”

"However, I didn't come away empty-handed. I think I discovered something else interesting there."

Dracula raised his cane and tapped it lightly.

"Right underground."

"Underground?"

"Yes, underground."

"That priest was indeed very capable, but he knew too little about Christian mythology and that town. Salem, while having Jerusalem in its name, was also the place where a group of German soldiers once came. At that time, Germany was frantically collecting all things mysterious."

The declaration establishing Salem contained the following statement: "Beneath a sacred soul lies a deep darkness."

"The divine light intertwines with the blood, and then permeates the soul."

"Darkness and holiness, blood and soul."

It represents the sacred soul and the ground, and the dark blood and the earth.

Therefore, there is a high probability that a Christian relic is hidden underground.

"A sacred artifact?!" The servant's voice was filled with undisguised surprise.

Apart from the clergy, no one understood the power and rarity of the sacred artifacts better than these dark creatures.

Anyone who possesses a sacred artifact can easily destroy demons and contend with great demons. If the sacred artifact is of a higher grade, it can even contend with demon gods!
If it is the supreme Ark of the Covenant, even the Demon King is not powerless against it!
The artifact that could influence most of the people in an entire town with divine influence, causing their souls to lean towards the divine, must be more than just a saint's artifact. It could very well be a prophet's artifact, or even... a divine artifact.

The thought of this made Dracula excited.

Is it Mu's holy sword? The bow and quiver? Or the Crown of Thorns? The Holy Grail? The Shroud of Turin? The True Cross? Fragments of the Spear of Longinus?

Too many names of items, at the very least, were prophetic artifacts, flashed through Dracula's mind.

Regardless of the type, it can provide it with god-like assistance.

This is a demon god-level combat power in the real world!

If that's the case.

What is that fire-elemental priest who is slightly stronger than me? He still has to die!

Even if Van Helsing came after him, he wouldn't be afraid!
He could even avenge his three brides!

At the thought of excitement, Dracula's face turned red, and faintly, blood-red worms seemed to swim in his eyes. If you looked closely, those worms actually resembled the ferocious mouthparts of his servants.

but……

Thinking of the last scene his blood body saw, he instantly calmed down, and the frantically crawling and spawning blood worms disappeared.

As he was leaving, although the fire-god priest appeared to have departed, he keenly sensed that the priest had left something behind in the town. If he acted rashly, he might attract the priest's attention before even finding anything...

Tsk, trouble.

How do I get the items?
Dracula's eyes were thoughtful.

After a while.

He suddenly thought of a plan and laughed.

"King Mammon, I am your most loyal helper~"

"Didn't you want to find a sacred object with holy blood to perform your descent? Here it is!"

As one of the few great demon-level combatants in the world, Mammon, the Demon King of Greed, was certainly aware of the plan.

Several years ago, the Spirit of Greed, a servant of the Demon King of Greed, appeared before him, tried to recruit him, and told him part of the plan.

He neither refused nor agreed.

Originally, I was just thinking that if I really couldn't find another Blood Ancestor and Van Helsing caught up with me, I would just turn to Mammon.

Now it seems that we might be able to borrow Mammon's help in advance.

Moreover, it's best if it can be left to nature.

If any other unforeseen circumstances arise, he could simply give up the fight for the sacred artifact, support Mammon, and obtain the benefits Mammon promised. That way, even if he didn't get the sacred artifact, he wouldn't suffer a loss.

The only difference is between a small win and a big win.

These thoughts flashed through Dracula's mind and then solidified.

Finally, Dracula looked at his servant.

"Let's go, we should go find Mammon's people."

"? Earl, are we... not going to look for the Blood Ancestor anymore?"

"That's not necessary for now. We have more important things to do."

"Yes!"

next second.

Both of them extended two huge bat wings from their backs, flapping them as they flew into the sky, completely unafraid of the sunlight, and as if no one else on the ground saw them.

……

Orlando, Rebirth Base.

Louis's headquarters.

Maria, dressed in a black suit and exuding a sophisticated and capable urban woman vibe, looked helpless as she stood outside a huge room that resembled a football stadium, accompanied by a pair of medical personnel, watching the battle unfold inside.

In the pristine white room, Khorne, his body a deep crimson, wings outstretched, body low, and emitting low growls, was leading his minions in battle against Coal Ball and Golden Dog.

After a period of growth, Khorne, who was originally the strongest, suddenly discovered while eating today that the Gold Saints were no less powerful than himself.

Even Coal Ball, that guy who focused on spirits, has been catching up.

Among social animals, there is a rule called the alpha dog effect, which states that there can only be one leader in a group.

So now, a battle for the alpha dog's position is taking place among the three dogs.

(End of this chapter)