Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 355 The Day of Ascension to Godhood (Part 9) - The End

"Pfft!"

The sound of a weapon piercing flesh rang out. Cyril was startled, turned her head, and looked on incredulously.

But it was Kahn, with his full head of white hair, who stabbed her in the body with a dagger.

"why?"

Hear the words.

A strange expression appeared on Kahn's face, a mixture of relief, exhilaration, and resentment...

Before he could say anything, Fafnir, who had noticed Selir's unusual behavior, roared and released his defenses. Half of the bull charged forward, and Kahn grinned maliciously.

puff puff-

Two more cuts followed, and blood gushed out continuously.

boom!
Fafnir shoved Kahn away and tried to cover Cyril's wound with his hand, but to no avail.

People of divine lineage like them, whose bodies are not beyond the biological realm, can still be injured by swords and have their throats slit and die.

Therefore, after three stabs, Celia was already seriously injured, and with the massive blood loss, she could die at any moment.

As if remembering something, Fafnir angrily turned his head.

"Kahn! Bring out the Well of Urd, and I..."

But Kahn was just laughing, laughing with unbridled joy, his eyes filled with madness.

Strands of black hair had somehow spread onto Fafnir's body, and tightened slightly.

Fafnir's neck made a grinding sound, his face turned bright red, and he was actually strangled by the hair and lifted into the air, struggling incessantly with his hands and feet.

then……

Click!

Bang!

The body fell to the ground.

Kahn remained in a frenzied state until those strands of black hair enveloped his body, at which point he regained a sliver of clarity, and fear flickered in his eyes. He hadn't expected that just one glance at the other person would affect his emotions.

The anger, resentment, and jealousy that had been building up inside him for so long were released all at once, causing a major disaster.

Now, it's all too late!

Black hair, like snakes, clung to him, completely enveloping him. Soon, all three from the Bureau were carried away by the black hair.

Federico, who happened to witness this scene from a corner, was filled with horror. "This...this!"

This is beyond his expectations; something's not right!
She was a divine descendant of the first rank in the Administration Bureau, how could she just die like that!

She's dead, what am I going to do?
Can the remaining side really fight against the guys inside?

And that East Asian woman, she gave off such a creepy feeling… a demon, it must be a demon, I can't look at her, I can't look at her…

Seeing Sadako looking in their direction, Federico, who lacked professional knowledge in the mystical realm, immediately bowed his head, recited the Bible, poured holy water on himself, and took out the box, hoping that the holy objects inside would protect him.

The sacred object is indeed powerful. Sadako was unable to get close to the other party, but that doesn't mean that others are also protected by sacred objects.

Without Seria wielding the Spear of Gungnir, no one here can harm her!

next second.

ka ka ka-

A dozen or so sounds of bones grinding together rang out, accompanied by rapid, muffled screams. Federico kept his head down, not daring to move, even though he could tell that the screams were from the twelve holy knights.

Beside him, another cardinal was also trembling, but he mustered his courage, took out a cross, and wanted to go over to save the holy knight or destroy the demon.

Before leaving, he looked at Federico and said, "Federico! Get up!"

"She can't hurt you, pick up the sacred object!"

But Federico ignored him and even curled up behind the rocks with the sacred object in his arms.

The bishop's eyes showed disappointment, but he had no way to cross the battlefield to retrieve the sacred relic. He could only grit his teeth and charge towards Sadako, shouting, "Monster! How dare you blaspheme the glory of the Lord!"

Hallelujah!

At this moment, the heart that had been obsessed with worldly power also emitted a glimmer of light, and in conjunction with the distinctive cross, Sadako briefly refrained from attacking.

but.

No matter how powerful a church priest may be, physical imperfections are difficult to overcome.

Puff puff--

In the blink of an eye, the flying bullets riddled this fool who dared to stand up and charge into battle with holes.

Hearing the last screams around him, Federico, huddled in the burrow, shuddered. A surge of immense relief welled up within him. I was right! I was right!

Look!
He thought himself enlightened, he rushed out, and then he died!

I'm alive!

I am right!

Next, next, as long as I stay here, with the help of the sacred object, I will definitely survive.

What cardinal position, what disgrace, what family—shit, it's all shit!
I want to live.

All I need is to live—

I want to live on, and when all this is over, I'll use the money I had to buy a political asylum spot. Even if I can't enjoy the rights and status I had before, I can still live a normal, wealthy life and enjoy life...

Yes, that's it, that's it.

Federico muttered to himself, as if he were hypnotizing himself.

Gradually.

The noise around him subsided, the gunfire gradually died down, and only the strong smell of gunpowder lingered.

The war is over?

Federico still dared not open his eyes.

Suddenly, something round touched his forehead as he curled up on the ground. Fearing it was a grenade, he immediately opened his eyes.

A pair of dark, unfocused eyes were staring intently at him. His hair was disheveled, his skin aged, and the neck had been twisted off, revealing the faint white bone fragments at the break.

!!!

This! This is the bishop from just now!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Federico screamed in terror, but even holding the sacred object in his hands was of no use; the fear in his heart surged like a tidal wave, overwhelming him.

Snap, snap, snap...

A pair of women's leather shoes came into his view, and the bloodthirsty Black Sadako appeared in front of him.

Looking at the mentally broken Federico, she smiled with pleasure. Unfortunately, she couldn't get close to him; a powerful force was subtly resisting her, and the burning sensation of that force was too intense.

However, just because she can do it doesn't mean others can't.

Several soldiers in black armor came out, grabbed the "groundhog" that was already soiling itself, snatched the box away, and escorted it into the base.

at this time.

All the holy knights, cardinals, field agents of the Bureau, and American soldiers before him were dead.

Only a few survivors remained.

Seriously wounded and dying Cyril, the old and frail Kahn, Gabrielle, who was spared because of Cohen but still had her limbs broken by the bloodthirsty Jeanne Alter, and Federico, who was so frightened that he suffered a mental breakdown.

As for the others, even Michael is dead.

just now.

Apart from the remaining troops ten kilometers away, all that remained was the dragon spear in the sky, which was about to burst open.

Alter Jeanne, Kotoko Higa and Kari suddenly appeared beside her.

"What should we do? It seems like the two magical artifacts aren't enough to stop it," Carrie said, frowning.

"You underestimate these two magical artifacts. Besides, we're only trying to drive it away; who said we were going to kill it?"

"Ok?"

"Our goal, from beginning to end, has always been to protect Louis in the mountains from disturbance."

Having said that, Higa Kotoko waved her hand.

next second.

The other half of the silver thread, which had been hovering around the dragon spear but had not participated in the attack, immediately began to tremble rapidly.

Rumble, rumble...

Cracks appeared across the sky.

boom!
The sky shattered. A gigantic black hole emerged, frantically strangling and devouring the demonic dragon spear.

The dragon spear's attack faltered, but possessing numerous demonic powers, it was not without spatial abilities. Even in the face of this massive spatial rift, it remained unmoved, at most only slowing down.

In fact, it uses this attraction and repulsion to counteract it and build up its strength for a powerful strike.

boom!
It actually cracked the core formation.

"Oh no!" Higa Kotoko's expression changed as she realized she had done something foolish. She quickly communicated with Kayako, who had been staying in the mountains.

Simultaneously.

The crack was quickly mended, but it was too late; the dragon spear had shrunk and was already flowing in like water.

Seeing that the mountain was no longer obstructed by the barrier, the Demon Dragon Spear did not waste any words and immediately began to charge up its power.

Having witnessed the previous series of attacks, it had come to realize that the methods this otherworldly priest had left behind were not simple, and if it did not kill him in one fell swoop as soon as possible, it would probably fail to achieve its goal.

and so.

Be decisive!
hum! !

"Roar!!"

The deafening roar destroyed the area around the mountain, killing many elite soldiers who exploded. Only some soldiers and black-armored soldiers who had taken refuge inside the mountain managed to survive.

Simultaneously.

In that one-tenth of a second.

The dragon spear suddenly split open, and a black dragon-shaped magical power flew out from it. Although it was not large, it was full of terrifying pressure, and it seemed to be repelled by the surrounding space.

However, due to its extremely high speed, it flew out and headed towards its target below as soon as the spatial repulsion was generated.

The mountain seemed to exist as if it didn't exist, offering no obstruction whatsoever.

The magical power of this dragon, which is over ten meters long, surges straight to the center of the mountain.

Soon!

Soon!

This attack possessed power bordering on the level of a demon god.

No matter how strong you are, you will die here!

Even the soul will be annihilated as a result!

Damn guy.

This is the price for angering me, Valak!

Even if it meant permanently losing one of his body parts and losing power, Valak felt exhilarated and had no regrets.

Within this tenth of a second.

A dense, seemingly infinitely layered aura of curse began to spread, as if trying to obstruct it.

But, it’s useless!

The strongest being is only the power of a peak Great Demon, yet it dares to try and stop the power of a Demon God?
It rushed past as if nothing had happened.

I see!
I see!
Right there underground.

Louis sat cross-legged within, the surrounding magic array patterns gleaming brightly. An inexplicable power constantly flowed into his body, which, in turn, acted like a signal tower, transmitting the subtly transmitted power to an unknown destination...

and many more!

This pattern... isn't right?
Why does it feel like some kind of ritual?

In a tenth of a second, Valak only considered a few possibilities before giving up. What it wanted most now was to completely destroy this place.

Also.

If, by some miracle, his soul survives, it will surely give him a severe beating!
hum-

An extreme black began to emerge, and a powerful force collided with reality.

The unleashing of this power would inevitably level the entire surrounding area; it is a force far more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.

At this time.

"Ugh."

A sigh drifted out.

Space seemed to freeze at that moment, and even the surging power surrounding the demonic dragon stopped!
It stared, unable to move, in the direction from which the sound came, only to see that Louis, who had been sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed like a dead man, had opened his eyes!

A glint of white light shone in those eyes.

His eyes were indifferent.

He was completely unlike a human being.

Gazing into those godlike eyes, the demonic dragon finally remembered what the ground array represented.

That was a usurpation ritual that belonged to the forbidden category!

Those who have used such rituals throughout history have been incredibly audacious. Even though no one has succeeded, they continue to do so in droves. Moreover, those who dare to do this are often the best among ordinary people.

When it is an angel, it detests this kind of person the most...

Valak, who belonged to the God of True Knowledge and possessed a vast amount of miscellaneous knowledge, thought so.

"you!"

"You actually want to become a god?!"

Before a sound could be uttered, waves of mental energy rippled around them, conveying their shock.

Unfortunately, Louis did not respond at all. His eyes were cold and indifferent, devoid of any emotion. He simply watched quietly, a trace of divine power surging in the air and controlling the solidification of space.

Valack didn't expect a response; it simply connected some things to something else.

For example, the strange phenomena before!

Yes.

It must be related to this person.

He's using the visions to conceal himself!

And it looks like he's about to succeed!

how can that be!

In that brief tenth of a second, Valak's consciousness raced through countless thoughts.

However, no matter how much it thought about it, it was too late.

Time, the moment Louis made his move, silently exceeded one-tenth of a second.

But when the time exceeds...

Some force in this world, as if provoked, began to act frantically.

hum! !

The primordial energy of heaven and earth began to surge violently.

The dragon, which had been unleashing its power, let out a pitiful wail at this moment, and its body left outside the mountain began to rapidly vanish into nothingness.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The consciousness that had been fused with the demon god's attack also began to dissipate. Valak understood that the backlash from God's rules had begun.

It won't survive.

But it needs to send the message back.

This is not some insignificant priest of another god! He is a madman! A heretic!
He wants to become a god in this world!

If successful, a true god will be reborn in the mortal world, and Hell will decline...

Therefore, we must stop him!
A wisp of magic tore through space at that moment, trying to leave.

But the space here was still shrouded by a divine power, and no matter how hard it tried, it could not send itself out. It could only watch helplessly as God's rules turned it into nothingness.

The last second before disappearing.

A question suddenly arose in its mind.

A usurpation ritual always needs an object; so, who is the object of his usurpation? Which deity is it?
pity.

There will be no answer.

Consciousness has completely vanished.

When everything disappeared, Louis's physical body, which had been sitting cross-legged on the ground, slowly lowered his hands, and the indifferent and ruthless divine gaze in his eyes gradually faded, once again losing its vitality.

At the same time, that powerful divine force dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)