Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 359 Meeting of the Divine Descendant Artifact Management Bureau
Do gods have offspring?
In different pantheons and cultural works, this is often the case; the offspring of gods are usually gods themselves.

In addition, they often mated with mortals to give birth to second-generation gods. These descendants of gods often possess extraordinary abilities, though not as great as the gods or their sons, but still extraordinary.

However, there are also differences among the descendants of the gods.

The most famous descendants of the gods are probably Erlang Zhenjun from Eastern mythology and Hercules from Greek mythology.

Greek mythology, in particular, is the most famous and deeply ingrained in people's minds for its divine lineage. The gods in it can be described as having strong human nature and being extremely licentious. The entire history of mythology is a vicious cycle of promiscuity, procreation, jealousy, war, and so-called adventure.

Taking Greek mythology as an example, the strength of the divine descendants varies greatly. In addition to considering which god their divine blood comes from and what they are good at, it is also necessary to consider whether they are direct descendants, because divine blood will gradually fade with reproduction, until after several generations it cannot be awakened and they become ordinary people.

The lineage of the gods in Northern Europe is roughly the same.

“Odin’s descendants? No, they are the descendants of Brachi, the god of poetry, and have been going on for countless generations.”

Bragi, the god of poetry, is the son of Odin and the giantess Grod, and possesses Odin's bloodline.

Cyril's bloodline was thin, but she awakened her bloodline due to a significant compatibility with the artifact Pseudo-Gungnir, becoming a divine descendant.

However, as a descendant of gods, aside from a little divine power that enhances her body to a certain extent, her greatest ability is to use divine power to activate and use the artifact Pseudo-Gungnir. She has no other special abilities, which shows how rare her bloodline is.

Even so, she still became the Bureau's trump card in Sequence One, and apart from the legendary Sequence Zero, she was the strongest.

Louis's eyes shone brightly as he directly observed Selir's bloodline and soul.

Under the watchful eyes of God, nothing can hide.

Even though the few strands of pale golden special blood in Cyril's body resisted constantly, it was to no avail.

Cyril looked at Louis with a sense of panic. In his presence, she felt as if she were being stripped naked, and her instincts told her that something bad was about to happen.

She had to do something.

Now, all she has left to offer is her social status.

"You must be Mr. Louis Cano?"

"I want to say that this is actually a misunderstanding, really."

"We only wanted to observe you because you've caused some disturbance here, and for the safety of the people, we had no choice but to do so."

“We actually have absolutely no ill intentions towards you, and if possible, I would be willing to vouch for you to join the Authority.”

"You may not know the significance of the Bureau. The Sacrifice Bureau was jointly established by the five major world powers, and it has built various bases around the world to contain monsters and suppress the mystical..."

Cyril described the power and influence of the Authority.

But Louis remained completely unmoved.

Higa Kotoko and the others, who had been waiting quietly to the side, secretly sneered. Using the strength of the mortal world to intimidate a living god.

It's really funny to think about.

He even joined the Management Bureau, lol, hahaha!
The more knowledgeable a person is, the less they can hold back. Higa Kotoko herself had already lowered her head slightly, afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself.

There has been no response.

Cyril gradually realized that this trick didn't seem to work.

The tone shifted abruptly, becoming more direct.

"Please don't hurt me. I am a first-rank official in the Bureau, and I have a very high status. The Bureau is willing to pay a great price for me. I believe you can get what you want."

"Moreover, I am a descendant of gods, protected by the divine. To harm me would bring misfortune, Mr. Louis. I know you may be angry, but anger won't solve anything. What you should be doing now is using me to gain benefits, which is more in your interest. You are so powerful because you must be very calm, and I believe you can..."

To change one's identity, demonstrate one's value, and flatter others.

A simple operation as smooth as chocolate.

This face left a certain acquaintance speechless, and the frail-looking Kahn immediately shouted, "Syril! You bitch! Fuck you!"

Cyril ignored him and continued to demonstrate her value, even mentioning things like surrendering and going undercover, showing her strong desire to survive.

but……

The level is too low.

Louis's gaze remained unmoved—or rather, not entirely unwavering.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he raised his fingers abruptly.

Seril's pupils contracted instantly, and the fine pores of her skin turned a deep crimson, so red it looked like blood could drip from them—no, blood really did drip from them!

It's just not red, but a pale gold.

Whoosh whoosh!
A small ball of golden blood, about the size of a fingernail, condensed in mid-air. Although small in quantity, it exuded an undeniable pressure, and one could sense its nobility just by looking at it.

When divine blood leaves the body.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

Cyril's body suddenly weakened, as if she were an ancient creature adapted to a high-oxygen environment that had suddenly arrived in the modern world.

Blood began to ooze from every pore on his body, and his internal organs began to suffer multiple injuries. "Ugh!"

Large mouthfuls of fresh blood gushed from his mouth.

Her expression turned terrified, and she struggled frantically, pounding the ground as she crawled toward Louis, but she couldn't break free of the cell.

He could only writhe in pain on the floor in the cramped prison.

"It hurts...it hurts so much...my stomach...my head...it hurts so much..."

"Please...don't kill me, I want to live...give me...a chance..."

"..."

"I can't breathe—"

Seeing Cyril's miserable state, Kahn burst into hearty laughter.

At last.

Under pressure from both inside and outside the country.

Cyril suddenly looked up, her face terrifying like a dead fish about to breathe its last, especially her eyeballs, which bulged out, remarkably similar to the eyes of a dead fish. The next second, those bulging eyeballs burst like balloons!
boom!
Thick liquid splashed onto the prison cell.

Bang!

His head drooped limply, his expression contorted in a grimace.

She died from the excruciating pain.

Louis remained unmoved, or rather, he never paid any attention to this person from beginning to end; he was merely observing this mass of divine blood.

After only a cursory observation, Louis understood the underlying principle.

This blood is essentially a combination of divine power and genes. The divine power within it is extraordinary; it is not simply divine power, but a special divine power infused with one's own will. This divine power is then controlled to fuse with one's own genes, giving birth to divine blood genes capable of inheriting one's own will.

By fusing this gene with mortal genes through reproduction or other means, a divine descendant can be born.

To put it simply, it means relying on one's own will to limit and weaken one's own power so as not to harm mortals.

This is how it was able to be passed down within the bodies of mortals.

Louis could do the same thing now.

One can integrate one's own will into divine power, and then control it to be integrated into the bodies of one's descendants through certain means.

However, the quality of the divine offspring born from this method of weakening oneself to pass on power is predictably low. They fall short compared to those created by divine revelation from God, who produces the bloodline of saints.

However, it does contain Odin's divine power and divine genes, making it of great research value. At the very least, it can be used to master the artifact, the pseudo-Gungnir.

Collect the divine blood.

Louis looked at a short, stocky corpse and Kahn, ignoring Kahn's nonsense, and two smaller clumps of pale golden blood floated out.

Compared to Cyril's Odin blood, the bloodline levels of these two are much lower.

Put all of these away.

Louis did not stop.

The purpose of coming down to this prison is to deal with these bloodlines and divine artifacts.

Waved.

hum! !

An eyeball, a long spear made of tree branches, a white porcelain bowl, and a helmet.

These were the divine artifacts that Higa Kotoko had bound with her magic, and Louis summoned them all with a wave of his hand.

The eyeball is a inferior artifact, modeled after Odin's single eye. It can increase intelligence, thinking speed, and see through the nature of power, but it has side effects. People become so immersed in it that they go mad, because the ordinary human brain can not withstand such pressure.

After a few casual glances, he deciphered it and transformed it into a kind of eye magic.

The branch spear is extraordinary; it is the most valuable among these divine artifacts. Its tip is made of a golden branch, which is a branch of the World Tree!
That's right, it's the World Tree from Norse mythology.

Legend has it that Gungnir, the eternal spear that Odin was destined to strike, was forged primarily from a branch of the World Tree.

This pseudo-divine artifact possesses the most precious part.

Louis pulled out the spear tip, instantly destroying the pseudo-artifact. This thing was useless to Him; what truly mattered was the spear tip.

The World Tree, the origin of Norse mythology, is where everything takes place, and even its final end is marked by the World Tree being bitten off, demonstrating its importance.

As Louis felt the power of the spear tip, his eyes brightened slightly.

But after a moment.

Louis shook his head slightly and put it away.

This thing is of a very high level. To truly understand it thoroughly, one must reach the level of a God-King. However, even the Supreme God is not completely oblivious to its mysteries.

In Louis's eyes, the tip of the spear was filled with the four forces of earth, fire, water, and wind in constant circulation, but the outside was dominated by spatial forces, and there were three runes engraved in it, the lower part of which had been destroyed.

The runes are magical writing systems that Odin comprehended after drinking the spring water and hanging upside down under the World Tree for several days. They are also one of the original powers of the great god Odin.

One branch of European magicians in later generations originated from runes, which is fundamentally different from magic that borrows from demons.

Even if we can't unravel its secrets right now, it can still be used for many things, such as as a material to refine magical artifacts.

Of course, this is somewhat unwise; it's best to study the underlying forces gradually to maximize benefits.

Louis looked at the other two artifacts.

Urd's Spring, Egil's Helmet.

Among them, the Spring of Urd is quite valuable. Although the water inside does not possess the power of destiny like the complete Spring of Urd, it is still a special spring with great effects.

Whether used as a continuous source of material or for studying the imperfect fate and life force within it, it is a good choice.

In comparison, the Helm of Aegir is far inferior.

Louis found the defensive capabilities unremarkable, and the power to unleash fear and poison gas was even less effective.

After only a few glances, Louis was able to analyze the essence of its power and replicate three spells: one that could be called Fear Aura, one that could be called Poison Gas Release, and one that could be called Field Defense.

I casually added it to the [Sun God] system.

With that, the issues of the artifacts and the divine offspring were all resolved, but the matter was not yet over.

The management bureau, the government, and those capitalist families who took advantage of the situation to kick someone when they were down...

One by one, they all need to be dealt with!
Louis's lips curled into a cold smile.

Becoming a god does not mean he is magnanimous or looks down on these people.

On the contrary, his experience of self-illusion in the universe made him understand his own desires.

If you have the ability, just seek clarity of mind!

Even if they are just ants to him now, he still has to take revenge!
Otherwise, I won't feel at ease!

But now.

Take your time.

Put these thoughts aside.

Louis looked at Carrie and the others, giving them a peaceful smile. "I'm back."

Carrie and the others smiled knowingly and took a few steps forward to hug Louis, but a shadow flashed by and Kayako hugged one of his arms first.

Carrie frowned slightly, glanced at Kayako with displeasure, and then used her telekinesis to fly to Louis's side.

Emma and the others also used their unique skills.

Louis raised an eyebrow, remaining silent as he savored the lively and warm atmosphere.

……

Washington.

In a large base that resembles a futuristic science fiction setting.

There were many staff members coming and going. In this base, a large number of monsters of all kinds were imprisoned in clean white cells. These cells were even divided into different types according to the different monsters.

Electric shock, rubber, levitation...

Everything is available.

It's easy to imagine how much money was spent on it.

This is something that no ordinary organization could afford, and this is the headquarters of the U.S. Bureau of Defense. Only with the backing of the nation could such a base be built.

At the very top of the core of this headquarters base, which is usually quiet, it has recently become frequently noisy.

Few people know that a major event concerning the entire Administration and even the United States is taking place inside.

in the room.

All five directors of the Administration were present, but four of them participated via electronic projection.

In addition, there were five or six high-ranking officials from the U.S. Administration and the supervisors of this headquarters base.

There are roughly twenty people in total.

At this moment, apart from the five directors, all the other senior executives and managers were arguing.

"I disagree. Dealing with so many monsters every year has pushed the entire department to its limits, especially those restricted areas. You all know how much money, manpower, and lives are at stake. And now we're adding another restricted area?!"

"Yes, there aren't many forbidden zones where ancient gods exist. Admittedly, this Candy Mountain has caused quite a stir, but I think designating it as a forbidden zone is still too reckless."

(End of this chapter)