Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 339 Understanding the Hellish Gathering of Arrest
Fortunately, Constantine was aware of his situation and didn't get carried away. After giving her a good talk, he watched the plump young woman leave with a regretful expression.

Constantine turned around and looked at Chas. "Now let's go to the hotel and take a good shower, and then go find that girl from back then."

"I have a feeling that the answer to the problem will come from this girl."

"Heh, I just hope I don't have anything to do with this Cano Group." Chas rolled his eyes and said. The relationship between the mystical and the real world is very close. If such a huge group is really provoked, the power it can unleash will be astonishing.

With their small bodies, they might not be able to make it through.

After all, while Constantine was a master of magic, his abilities were more evident in his wisdom, experience, and various spells. He specialized in dealing with demons but lacked many other skills. Even if his body were hit by a bomb, he would still perish.

Upon hearing this, Constantine smiled but remained silent.

He simply turned around and headed towards the hotel.

Chas was taken aback. "No, this is fake, right? You must be kidding me, right?"

Hey! Answer me!

The figures, one in front and one behind, chasing and fleeing, cast long shadows in the sunlight.

Only the people on both sides of the street looked at the two men with strange expressions, wondering what these two homeless men were doing.

soon.

After washing up, the two followed the connection brought by the seal and successfully found Nancy in an apartment where she was pushing an old man around and chatting with him.

Since Louis solved the problem of the seal, Nancy, who was gradually regaining her memories, moved out of the base, but did not go home. She knew that she still had problems, and Freddy was still obsessed with her. If she went home now, she would only bring bad luck to her father.

So she stayed, acting as bait for Louis.

I've been living in a new apartment for a while now, occasionally doing odd jobs in the community or working as a social worker in places like mental hospitals and nursing homes. It's helped me find peace and tranquility.

However, this tranquility was completely shattered in this area.

Nancy stared in astonishment at Constantine before her. She didn't recognize the thin man beside him, but that wasn't the point. The point was that the man in front of her... looked so familiar...

My head hurts so much...

It's like the throbbing pain in your brain caused by staying up late for a long time—low intensity, but persistent.

When Constantine spoke, he said, "Nancy, it's been a long time."

The sound made Nancy feel dizzy for a moment, and her fragmented memories began to be pieced together, while some memories that had been sealed and erased in advance were also filled in.

just now.

Her memory has completely returned.

"It's you... um..." Nancy's eyes welled up with tears, and she covered her mouth, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Kid! Whoever you are, Nancy is a good kid in our community. If you try anything, I swear you'll regret it!"

"Old buddies!!"

The elderly man in the wheelchair shouted, and the next second, there was a crash.

People sunbathing in front of the surrounding houses all looked over, some even reaching for their waists. For some reason, these elderly people in their seventies had very sharp eyes, and a powerful sense of oppression inexplicably arose.

Chase's eyebrows twitched wildly. He recognized them—the feeling, the movements, the age. These people... were probably all veterans, World War II veterans.

Constantine didn't care at all. Although his body was indeed only strong enough to be that of an ordinary person, to be honest, even if he were to be targeted by multiple enemies, he had ways to escape safely. Moreover, he had seen many big scenes before, and the situation in front of him was not bad at all.

Nancy quickly wiped away her tears and said, "Grandpa Goodman, they are all my friends. It's just that it's been so long since we've seen them, I'm just too excited."

The old man was skeptical, but finally nodded. "Nancy, if you are bullied, you must tell us. Although we are old and the damn government doesn't care about us, we still have children who can help you. Don't be afraid."

"Yes, thank you, Grandpa Goodman."

After a while.

The three of them gathered at Nancy's apartment.

"these years……"

"..."

After exchanging a few casual words, Constantine asked what had happened. "...A couple of days ago, I sensed that something was wrong with my seal, so I rushed over to check it out."

Chas, standing next to him, rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly.

Nancy briefly explained the background of Freddy and the church's help to her, but she ignored Louis, only saying that a kind person had temporarily solved her problem.

This explanation is not very convincing.

Chase, acting as a mouth double, asked Constantine, wanting to know who was helping her solve the problem and to know the whole story.

However, Nancy looked embarrassed and simply lowered her head in response.

Chas tugged at Constantine, who nodded, but his gaze inadvertently drifted to the peach wood amulet around Nancy's neck. He'd seen plenty of these along the way, especially at companies with the Cano Group brand!
He sensed a strange energy fluctuation in this thing, somewhat like divine power, but very weak, and different from the divine power he knew.

The only certainty is that this item is a mystical item, and it likely possesses effects such as exorcising evil spirits and providing protection.

and so……

Constantine stepped on Chas's foot and abandoned his plan to use magic.

Chase quickly and skillfully took the prop out of his pocket.

Constantine then began using psychological manipulation and hypnosis.

Forgot to say.

He, Constantine, is not only a master of magic, but also a master of fraud, psychology, and hypnosis. He once infiltrated cults and pyramid schemes for several months, and finally took all the money and left in style!

Then, he began to operate, using the props and speaking continuously, gradually drawing Nancy's mind into his rhythm. Slowly, Nancy began to complain and vent...

When people are in a state of extreme emotion, they are very likely to let slip what they mean.

Secular methods, without the involvement of magic, also failed to elicit a reaction from the amulet.

So, intelligence obtained!

But the problem also followed.

While Nancy drifted off to sleep.

Chase patted Constantine on the shoulder. "What do we do? That Louis, and the Cano Group, this is terrifying."

Listen to what they just heard from Nancy.

Telekinesis, flames, teleportation, flight, defeating the nightmare with just one subordinate, easily breaking Constantine's seal, and that vast financial empire...

My God!
What kind of combination is this?

A powerful mystical figure combined with a vast secular capital group.

Dealing with this kind of person is more difficult than dealing with a demon!

Constantine's expression was equally grim. Now, the truth had come to light: the person he had divined who caused the upheaval across America was most likely Louis Cano.

Aside from what Nancy just said, what really bothered him was that, despite his connections on the mystical side, he had never heard of such a terrifying figure before!

Even in reality, the person who controls such a large corporation has not been heard from at all.

This shows that the person is very intelligent, good at hiding their strength, and doesn't seek the limelight, or that they are so capable and cautious that they have erased all traces of their abilities.

It's obvious that something these people are plotting must be something big!
Perhaps... I need to meet this important person. If things don't go smoothly, I can still go to the Administration Bureau and the church and ask for their help to stop the situation from getting out of control.

As for his other friends, they're of little use in this level of crisis. Only large organizations like the Administration and the Church have the authority to handle such matters.

His expression shifted, and after thinking about the arrangements he had made along the way, he finally made up his mind, "Let's go and meet this important person."

"Huh? How do I meet you?"

“Nancy should be able to get in touch with…”

The words have not yet fallen.

Inside the apartment, an electronic voice rang out, "No need, gentlemen."

"The boss is aware of your arrival. Please stay here quietly. Our people will take you away soon."

Constantine and Chase looked grave.

They were being monitored?!

"Take us away? To see your boss?"

"That depends on the boss's decision. Before that, the two of you will be settled in."

Constantine's heart sank.

The meaning is already obvious.

They will most likely be placed under house arrest first; whether they can be seen depends on luck.

As Constantine asked the question, he took out a cigarette, walked to the window, lit it, and glanced casually down below.

!!!

A large crowd had already gathered below, and a group of people were entering the apartment!

There's no way to escape through normal channels.

This was Constantine's first thought.

So... should we take unconventional measures?
After a slight hesitation, Constantine decided to wait and see.

soon.

A group of burly men rushed in, armed with guns and aimed at the two men. Constantine, however, remained calm and even had time to chat with the electronic voice he had just received.

"Hey, you're not kidding us, are you? Such a big company shouldn't be so intolerant."

The electronic voice fell silent.

No reply.

Constantine smacked his lips, shook his head, slowly exhaled a huge smoke ring, and then let the burly men drag him away.

……

……

Just as Louis was setting up his defenses.

hell.

The central palace of a palace complex.

Valack sat on one side of the lower row of seats, his face grim.

Opposite Him was the cat-headed demon Berete, who was stroking his pale horse and glancing at Valak every now and then.

In the other seats, many demons also sat.

The lion-headed man with goose feet and a rabbit tail looks very elegant. This is the demon god Inbos, an angel who has fallen from grace. He is glancing at Valak.

There was an old man dressed in tattered ancient clothes, yet exuding an aura of wisdom. A giant raven perched on his shoulder, and a large crocodile covered in black scales lay at his feet. This was the demon god Agares, an angel fallen to demonhood, who was glancing at Valak.

There were other great demons whose auras were relatively weaker, but who were also fallen angels. They were also glancing at Valak, though not as obviously.

Of course, the real heavyweights are the two figures located at the head of the palace.

A creature with an ugly appearance, a human torso, a frog's head, and a cat's paws, all mixed together in a discordant way, was the strongest among this large group of demons.

His name is Baal.

The first of the seventy-two demon gods, one of the four supreme pillars, is responsible for ruling and conquering other mythical underworld forces to the east of Hell.

Unlike other demons here, He was not a fallen angel. He was originally the chief god of a certain pantheon in the mortal world, holding the divine positions of sun god, thunder and rain god, and fertility god. He belonged to the category of benevolent deities. Later, God came...

In short, He lost and was forced to fall into hell, becoming a member of the losers group defeated by God.

Even so, as the former chief god, His power never declined in the slightest, even after His fall. Instead, His power increased against the trend, and He continued to improve, becoming the first demon god with the strength of a pseudo-demon king.

However, even with such power, He could only barely hold the top position among these demons; it wasn't that no demon could compete with Him for that position.

For example, another person who also sat in the head seat.

It was a young man whose entire body was pitch black, emanating a visible black stench that corroded the surrounding space. At his feet, he led a giant hell dragon that spewed hellfire, greedily staring at the great demons below, its eyes filled with a desire to devour them all.

He is also one of the four supreme demonic pillars, the false demon king Astaroth who rules and conquers the southern part of Hell.

He is not an angel, but like Baal, he is a chief god in a certain pantheon in the present world. In fact, he was once a goddess in charge of reproduction and abundance. Later, like Baal, he was beaten up by someone called God, forced to fall into demonic ways, and even changed his gender and personality.

Through hard work, he became one of the Four Pillars of the Supreme Realm, possessing the power of a pseudo-Demon King.

Besides these two, the Supreme Four Pillars also include Asmodeus, who rules the north, and Baimun, who rules the west.

Asmodeus is a special case because he is only an incarnation; his true form is the lustful demon king Asmodeus.

However, neither of them gets involved in their affairs, nor are they on the same path as Mammon.

The two of them were the strongest among those who participated in supporting the arrival of Mammon.

Both of them were looking at Varak at that moment.

No, in fact.

Throughout the entire palace, demons roamed.

All the demons are watching Valak!
reason?

My main purpose is to see the legendary demon god who was forcibly driven away by people in the mortal world three times in a row, and who even issued a bounty in his anger, just to satisfy my curiosity.

Faced with the ever-present gazes, Valak simply chose to ignore them and closed his eyes.

until.

"Pfft-"

Suddenly my eyes opened.

Too much!
It's one thing to peek at me in such a weird way, but now I'm even laughing?!
Let me see which bastard is it. Even if you were once an angel, you're not on my side... Oh, it's Astaroth!
Valak closed his eyes again.

We can't beat them, there's nothing we can do.

Available in the next second.

And then, no, it was as if a switch had been flipped, the laughter grew louder and louder!
Dry, hoarse voice, shrill voice, barking like a dog...

A wide variety of timbres are available!

It's practically a concert!
(End of this chapter)