Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 358 Dealing with Acquaintances
Candy Hill Base.

Inside a specially designed prison.

In the deep, dark prison, several special individuals are imprisoned. Perhaps due to their abundant confidence, these individuals, though unable to move around, can still see each other and engage in limited communication.

In one of the cells, so cramped that it allowed only limited movement and reeked of excrement, Cyril, dressed in a black and white prison uniform, had her hair shaved off. Her bald head made her look somewhat fierce, but her pale face revealed her weakness.

Selyl leaned weakly against the wall, her eyes fixed on the opposite side—this was the only entertainment during this maddeningly boring period of imprisonment.

Across from Seril.

It was a cell with the same layout as the others, the only difference being the person inside. He was an old man with messy white hair, a emaciated body, bloodshot eyes, squatting in a corner, scratching the wall with his fingers, and in a worrying mental state.

Cardinal Frederick was fortunate enough to survive because of the sacred relic.

He looked like he had gone mad. He was biting his nails and digging his fingers into the wall, occasionally letting out a series of howling prayers, as if he were praying to God for protection from some kind of terrifying monster.

Cyril watched from the opposite side, and when Federico started wailing, she laughed; this was one of the few forms of entertainment she had each day.

But when Federico stopped crying, she returned to her boredom, her eyes flashing with irritation. Slowly, she began to repeatedly bang her head against the wall, making a thumping sound.

Each strike was powerful and heavy, and the sound was extremely loud.

On the right side, in another cell, listening to the banging sounds, the elderly Kahn couldn't help but laugh, a laugh so joyful.

Although he was influenced by Sadako Yamamura when he betrayed Celie, it was because he himself harbored resentment towards Celie and her legal frenzy.

Why am I the one being exploited? Why does that short guy Fafnir get Celia's favor? Why am I the one who will die first?!
This is not fair!

Even now, as a prisoner, this feeling hasn't diminished; he even feels pleasure upon hearing Cyril's painful thuds.

But when he smiled, his old, frail face looked somewhat similar to that of a dead and beheaded bishop. Federico, who was standing next to him, stared blankly out of the corner of his eye and began to pray and wail again.

Soon, as Federico prayed once more, Cyril stopped kowtowing, and Kahn's face also wore a mask of pain...

The three of them were like a nightmare loop, constantly experiencing pain in the cycle.

There were two other people watching them from the side.

Gabriel, whose limbs were twisted and hung on the wall, but who remained calm and did not go mad thanks to his years of experience, and the woman whose black robe had been removed and who sat on a stool in a daze.

This woman received significantly different treatment.

Gabriel and the woman would occasionally exchange glances, but any communication seemed futile; here, they had lost everything.

Their only faint hope was to rely on the church.

In this oppressive environment.

crunch--

The prison gates suddenly opened.

Both of them were aroused. It's not mealtime yet, is it?

Unexpectedly, many people came in, including Kotoko Higa, Emma, ​​Maria, Sadako Yamamura, and Kayako.

As they entered, they spontaneously made way for each other, their faces showing respect and joy.

An ominous premonition welled up in their hearts.

A gray light shone in from outside the gate.

pat.

A pair of bare feet stepped in.

What were just ordinary limbs seemed to radiate a faint light in the eyes of the two people, making them appear extraordinary.

When the person walked in completely, the two of them were stunned.

Louis, dressed in a grey robe and crown, lowered his eyes slightly as he looked into the prison.

After evolving into a god, he went directly to the base, talked with his own people, and then decided to first check on these "human tribulations" who were trying to interfere with his ascension to godhood before holding a celebration ceremony.

A repulsive force arose beneath his feet, and Louis floated to the center of the prison, looking at these "human robbers".

Having witnessed the world's memories, he knew perfectly well what these people had done and their origins. Moreover, the artifacts, sacred objects, and divine offspring among them were all very peculiar, and there were secrets behind them.

However, before Louis could do anything...

Bang!

bang bang bang! ! !
The sudden sounds of kneeling and kowtowing rang out.

"Ahhhh-"

"Lord! I have sinned! I am a sinner!"

"Please forgive me, please, please forgive me. I don't want to go to hell. I regret it so much. I shouldn't have embezzled, shouldn't have played with little boys, shouldn't have been greedy for pleasure, shouldn't have been disrespectful to you. I am guilty, I am guilty!"

“I am willing to spend the rest of my life praying for you and to follow your path to atone for my sins. Loving Lord, please forgive me.”

Federico’s aged, hoarse voice sounded so urgent at this moment that it seemed painful and humble to the extreme, like dust in the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his greasy and dirty body showed no trace of his former dignity; all that remained was his repeated kneeling and pleading.

He seemed to see something.

No.

He saw the coming of the Lord he believed in!

He wore a grey robe and a crown, his face showing both kindness and majesty... Look! He is looking at me! The opportunity for redemption has arrived!

I want to atone for my sins, I want to live, I don't want to die, I don't want to be killed by that woman!
host!
host!!

Federico's kowtowing became increasingly frantic. With each bow, his gaze was fixed on Louis, as if waiting for Louis to speak.

at this time.

The other two members of the church also stared wide-eyed at Louis, looking utterly incredulous, especially Gabriel.

"How could this be... How could this be... How could you personally descend upon us... No, you, you are clearly Louis Cano..."

"It's the Lord...it's Louis...it's the Lord...it's Louis..."

Gabriel, who had maintained his composure until now, finally broke down. He muttered to himself in a frenzied manner, as if his faith was collapsing.

The woman, the one preparing to become a saint, calmed down after the initial disbelief.

Louis knew perfectly well why the three men reacted this way.

Because he was unable to completely suppress the divine power and divine appearance of his divine body.

This was also because all three were members of the church and had a devout faith in God.

Therefore, they will have illusions when they are in front of this usurper who has stolen a part of God's person and is still unable to completely restrain himself.

Especially that half-mad cardinal.

If I'm not mistaken, he was actually faking madness before, or rather, he was partially mad but not completely insane. The reason he acted that way was simply to survive.

Even during this period of imprisonment, his faith actually became much stronger.

But things are different now. The moment he saw Louis, all the defenses he had built up completely collapsed, and he went from half-mad to truly insane...

However, it was still a bit too easy on him.

Louis's eyes were indifferent.

With a single glance, he captured all of Federico's memories.

Everything Frederick had done had been seen by Louis.

This includes actions such as targeting the Cano family, investigating Louis's past, and cooperating with others to arrest people associated with Louis.

In addition, the decrees and revelations issued by the Pope of the Vatican, the instructions for using the sacred relic—the Holy Nail—are also clearly presented.

After reading all this, and seeing Federico still frantically kowtowing, his head a bloody mess yet still refusing to stop, Louis slightly released a bit of his divine instincts and then spoke. "Federico."

Frederick suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with tears, his gaze pleading and expectant as he looked at Louis.

in his eyes.

The merciful Lord has come.

He will be given a chance to atone for his sins.

"You are guilty."

"Unforgivable."

!!!

guilty……

Unforgivable... Unforgivable... Unforgivable...

The divine words echoed in his ears, filling his mind with the phrase, "You are guilty and unforgivable."

"Hehe...hahaha...hahahahahahaha!!!"

Federico's withered, claw-like hands gripped his dry hair tightly. He cried and laughed, like a criminal who had finally been judged and was no longer in fear, and began to self-harm frantically.

"I am guilty, I am guilty, I am guilty..."

With each word he uttered to himself, he would tear off a handful of hair, grabbing his scalp until it bled.

Shave your hair clean.

He started scratching his chest repeatedly, and his skin gradually went from bright red to bleeding. Finally, he simply tore open the flesh and used his fingernails to cut open his chest...

"Hahaha...I'm guilty! I'll atone for my sins!"

"Hehe...haha..."

Amidst the hysterical laughter and cries.

Flesh and blood, ribs, spleen and lungs...

At last……

It's the heart!
boom!
Federico collapsed in a filthy, dark, narrow corner, his pupils gradually dilating. In his final moments before death, he seemed to see a hellish place filled with boiling magma and evil demons...

Do not! ! !
However in fact.

That was just his hallucination.

His soul was thrown into his internal organs by Louis the instant he died, where it was torn apart and slowly devoured by five little devils.

Although the divine body has been formed, the five ghosts are still temporarily inside Louis's body, and Louis has already made arrangements for their next destination.

After dealing with Federico.

Louis looked at the others.

Gabriel.

He was an old acquaintance, an upright church priest, who had once advised the man to leave Florida.

Later, I heard that the other party went to Texas to develop the church, but unexpectedly the Vatican still recruited him. He still couldn't escape being an enemy of himself.

Louis looked at him with a hint of regret in his eyes.

In Federico’s memory, Gabriel had explicitly opposed dealing with the Cano family.

Out of consideration for this, Louis will spare his life, but he won't let him become a priest; he'll just be an ordinary old man from now on.

In the blink of an eye, Gabriel had already fainted.

When he wakes up, he will lose all his holy power and become an ordinary old man with only a few years left to live.

Preparing to be a saint.

Louis looked at her with a strange gaze. "Long time no see, Mrs. Warren."

"Ah, yes, it's been a long time, Mr. Cano," Rowling said with a wry smile, looking quite different.

That's right.

The person who was dispatched in advance to deal with the alien god was an old acquaintance of Louis!
Rowling, the woman in "The Warrens: The Ghosts and the Spirits".

Louis's impression of her was still from the time of the London Massacre, when she suddenly burst in to help Saint Irene fight against Valac.

I never expected our reunion would turn out like this.

Louis didn't ask any questions, and Rowling told him everything herself.

It turns out that she had caught the attention of the Church after she displayed the power of the Holy Blood during the last London Bloodbath.

After testing, it was discovered that she and Eileen were blood relatives in some sense, both being descendants of Saint Lucia, and that she possessed exceptionally high spirituality, growing rapidly after awakening her bloodline.

There is a possibility that she will reach the level of Saint Irene in the future.

With Irene severely weakened, Rowling became a suitable candidate for sainthood in the eyes of the church.

The Warrens were not members of the church, and most of the time they needed permission from the church to perform exorcisms. Now that Rowling had been found to have saintly blood, it was only natural that Rowling joined the church.

As for Ed, he has now returned to their paranormal research society, waiting for Rowling to become a formal saintess. However, he never expected that Louis would happen before he could complete his growth.

However, Rowling was not a devout believer, and after realizing that the person she was dealing with might be Louis, an old acquaintance, she didn't put in much effort.

Carrie knew Lorraine well, and since Lorraine hadn't caused any casualties and had been slacking off, she treated her differently, giving her a table and better food.

After recounting her own experience, Rowling looked at Louis again, a hint of unease flashing in her eyes.

Although she didn't actually take action, she didn't refuse either, so strictly speaking, she could also be considered an enemy.

However, since Louis spared Gabrielle's life, he probably wouldn't kill her given their friendship.

But then again, what if?
So Rowling was also very uneasy at this moment.

Louis simply smiled at this.

The prison gates opened out of thin air.

Rowling breathed a sigh of relief.

But next second.

“Miss Rowling, I will not hurt you, but I have a use for your bloodline, so please stay here for a while. Also, please call your husband over.”

Rowling is of saintly blood, and saints are people inspired by God, so their bloodline must have something special. Given Louis's current status, it might be useful.
After saying this, Louis looked at the two gods.

Behind her, Rowling paused, her expression becoming complicated.

Good news, he survived.

Bad news, the future is uncertain.

However, this may not necessarily be a bad thing.

Rowling secretly speculated that the Pope's words about killing the alien god, Louis's sudden appearance after arriving here, Frederick and Gabriel's strange behavior, and the hallucination she had just witnessed...

Perhaps, Louis became a god?

Moreover, it's a god related to God?

Her courage only allowed her to guess this far; she dared not consider another, more likely guess.

Even so, it is still an extraordinary matter, after all, it is a deity of the mortal world.

I don't think it can be considered a den of thieves.
Rowling sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)