Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 361 Angels and Nuclear Punishment
Washington, D.C., in an underground base.

The American council member angrily hung up the phone and immediately gave instructions to his subordinates.

"Activate Zero."

"The second through fifth Divine Descendant teams are all to assemble at headquarters to prepare for the execution of a top-secret plan."

"Send a communication to the Pope in the Vatican."

"Connect me to the White House."

"Issue a red alert to all bureau staff. Field teams, return to your posts, and all personnel on alert!"

"..."

Everything was put into action in full swing.

However, things did not go as smoothly as the council members had hoped.

Although the communication was established, the Pope consistently refused all of his requests. Even when the Pope offered to support the Vatican Church's missionary work, he hesitated for a moment before rejecting the offer.

“Director, the power of that alien god is beyond imagination. Logically speaking, it is impossible for a new heresy of this level to appear in this era. Even the ancient gods in those forbidden zones can only eke out a living under the power of the Lord.”

"Therefore, the appearance of alien gods under these circumstances is very strange, especially the three cardinals I sent there with holy relics, but in the end they all died as martyrs."

"That alien god is beyond our ability to deal with for the time being."

The Pope said this.

"According to you, wouldn't this world belong to him?" the director suddenly retorted.

In his view, although the Pope seemed somewhat helpless, he did not appear flustered, which meant that the old man's words were not entirely true!
For politicians like them, their words are always carefully considered, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Like now, the Pope is making it sound like he's powerless, but he's actually exaggerating the difficulty in order to gain more benefits!

That greedy demon!
What's most infuriating is that I actually have no solution and need to team up with the other party!
Let's be patient for now.

Once you've re-established your church's influence in America, I'll show you what it means to be an official!
As expected, in response to the council member's question, the Pope smiled and said, "Don't misunderstand, the world belongs to the Lord, and the Lord's world does not allow such heresy to exist."

"I was already praying to the Lord the moment I learned that the bishops I had sent had failed."

The director stared expressionlessly at the repulsive old man. "Besides allowing missionary work, some of the relics collected by the bureau can be given to you."

"Although we have prayed to the Lord, it may still take some time for the lambs of the mortal world to understand His will," the Pope said with a smile.

"..."

"In addition to the sacred objects, the formula for concentrated Mass water and other items can be shared with the church. Also, a special religious fund for the cathedral will soon be allocated to the church's account."

"I understand the Lord's will!!"

The Pope immediately declared, his eyes bright and piercing, "I will use the sacred relics to summon angels in the Vatican. These angels from Heaven will carry out the Lord's power and destroy all heresy!"

A smile finally appeared on the director's face, but it vanished the next second.

"But summoning angels does take time, and if you want to summon an angel powerful enough to deal with this alien god, you can only do so here. In other words, during this time, you have to hold on by yourself."

!!!

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath...

The director smiled warmly. "The safety of the Administration Bureau is related to the entire world, the balance between the mystical and the mundane aspects of humanity, and countless lives are connected to it. I believe that the Lord who loves the world would not stand by and watch His followers suffer heavy casualties, right?"

"Of course, I will do it as soon as possible, I promise," the Pope said solemnly.

In fact, he was telling the truth, and he had already begun the call the bishops the moment he learned of their impending doom, and it has continued to this day.

As for when the high-ranking angels or archangels of Heaven will respond, only the Lord knows.

He hung up the Pope's call.

The council member immediately connected with the White House.

As the most powerful figure in the entire United States, the President knows all the departments under his command; of course, the specific power depends on his personal political skills.

The current president's grasp of presidential power is only average, yet the council members still maintain sufficient respect for him.

"The Commander-in-Chief."

"Director Smith, I have received several unsavory documents concerning the Administration. Now, please tell me, are these true?"

The file was immediately transmitted, clearly showing the Bureau's losses during this period, especially those related to Candy Hill, which were highlighted in red for maximum visibility.

Clearly, there's a high-ranking official in the administration.

This is normal.

Smith quickly said, "These are just temporary setbacks. You understand, sometimes words and data alone don't mean anything. They're just paving the way for a greater good..."

"Oh? So, can you handle that god in Candy Hill? Also, the people of Orlando have been protesting many times, and many media outlets are reporting on it. There's a lot of public pressure, do you understand?" The president's tone was calm, but Smith still lowered his head.

"Please rest assured, President, I guarantee this is only temporary, and the matter will be resolved soon," Smith said confidently, but the next second, his tone changed completely.

"But, if possible, could we use a low-yield nuclear bomb? I remember that a low-yield nuclear bomb with minimal pollution was recently produced in Mississippi. If we had one..."

???

A nuclear bomb?!
"..."

The president on the other end of the phone was speechless for a moment and did not reply.

Since the first nuclear bomb exploded during World War II, this destructive weapon has become humanity's ultimate weapon. For decades, this technology has become a symbol of a powerful nation, to the point that the current global peace is achieved through nuclear deterrence.

In fact, an unwritten rule has emerged internationally that only those who possess nuclear capabilities can be considered a powerful international nation.

Those who do not have it are not counted.

It is easy to imagine the importance of this weapon.

And now, this guy says he wants to use a nuclear bomb on his own soil?
Does he want to die?
Do you still want me to step down?
After a long pause, the president's furious roar echoed through the phone, startling Smith so much that his eardrums seemed to rupture.

Smith had no choice.

Now that things have come to this, he must ensure that everything goes perfectly. If he succeeds, even if he uses a nuclear bomb, there will still be room for maneuver. If he fails, even without using a nuclear bomb, his fate will not be much better.

Therefore, we must secure the nuclear weapons application!
"..."

After a heated debate, they talked and talked.

Finally, the president reluctantly gave a promise that was hardly a promise at all.

If he can't hold on any longer, he can apply for the right to use nuclear weapons, depending on the circumstances.

Well, the wording is vague and leaves room for interpretation, application, and usage rights.

But Smith breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you very much for your trust. I will complete this mission."

"Okay, I believe you. I hope you won't let me down."

"Also, you should choose your successor," the president reminded him, then hung up the phone, not wanting to hear any more outrageous requests from this unfortunate fellow.

Looking at the phone after it was disconnected, Smith took a deep breath, feeling immense pressure.

He knew he had nowhere to turn.

He couldn't possibly agree to Louis's conditions, so now the only option was war. With Weapon Zero, even killing a god wasn't out of the question!
A ruthless glint flashed in Smith's eyes before he hurriedly ran downstairs and headed straight for the hidden weapons cache.

Over there. Weapon Zero is ready.

Inside the enormous cold storage facility, bureau personnel dressed in thick white protective suits, completely covering their bodies, were carefully lifting various control measures.

Bank vault-level doors, dozens of password scanning devices, six layers of security, and a large number of bombs...

These are all the restrictions imposed on Weapon Zero.

That's right, all for a weapon.

ka ka ka-

Several people turned the wheel with all their might. To ensure safety, the last door did not use electromechanical technology, but instead opted for the most primitive manual mechanics.

Just like the top-secret documents of major countries, they are all stored in paper form.

When the last gate opened.

The dark and gloomy interior was revealed, and in the very center of it, there was a heavy gray stone coffin, the size of which was the same as that of a normal human body, and it looked quite ordinary.

But the fact that such a coffin is placed here is already the biggest anomaly.

The group of people were all very cautious, not daring to get any closer. At the very back, Smith, who was also dressed in uniform, came down and nervously watched them retrieve their weapons.

At the very front, a tall man without protective clothing walked in. His skin color was not that of an Onsa, but more like that of an ancient Greek. He looked tired and dazed, as if he had taken some kind of drug to numb his nerves, and it was hard to say whether he even had any self-awareness.

under these circumstances.

The man opened the stone coffin.

ka ka ka-

As the stone coffin was opened.

A skeleton, corroded beyond recognition, with bones still as white as jade, lay among the corpses. The body was dressed in ancient Greek clothing, looking wild and bold. But the most striking feature was the enormous scythe held tightly in the hand and placed horizontally across the chest.

The sickle was plain and unremarkable, jet black, like an old farmer's harvesting tool, with nothing special about it.

The man reached out his hand.

The moment the skeletal remains touched the sickle handle, they suddenly stirred.

puff-

A drop of blood suddenly flowed from the man's fingertip, dripping onto the bones and quickly seeping into them.

The remains fell silent.

The man's face grew paler, his eyes still unfocused, just as he was about to take out his sickle.

hum! ! !
Rumble--Rumble--

The sky spun and the earth roared.

The entire earth was churning, and even this hidden arsenal, deep underground and made with the most advanced and robust materials, could not withstand the tremors.

Everyone fell to the ground in an instant, tumbling and rolling like gourds in the secret room. The most dangerous thing was the occasional falling pebbles...

Of course, they were lucky.

On the upper floors, countless people were trampled or crushed to death.

But the worst off are the people on the ground.

The earthquake struck suddenly, without any warning, and its intensity was terrifying.

In an instant, it tore the earth apart, almost creating a canyon, burying all the bases and personnel within it.

Not only that.

Strange phenomena also occurred in the sky.

A thunderstorm was brewing, and bolts of lightning as thick as buckets rained down from the sky, striking the ground repeatedly and killing one person and animal after another.

Accompanying these two natural disasters are strong winds and torrential rain. The winds howl, tearing off roofs and steel bars, while the torrential rain floods low-lying areas.

Faced with this sudden and unexpected disaster, Washington was completely stunned. Even when they reacted and mobilized police and rescue teams, they were powerless to help in the midst of the chaotic and massive natural disaster. They could only cower in a corner and wait for the disaster to subside naturally before taking any further action.

Humanity is utterly defeated in the face of the power of nature.

However, there was even worse news.

Except for the suburbs of Washington, D.C.

Major cities such as New York, Los Angeles, and San Francisco have all experienced natural disasters, though none have been as devastating as those in Washington, D.C.

However, their natural disasters are somewhat peculiar; the lightning and gales seem to have eyes, targeting specific objects to attack.

He was struck dead by lightning! The lightning ignited a fire!
The strong winds caused a series of accidents, such as steel bars being pierced and roofs collapsing!
The ground would occasionally sink in, swallowing up the entire villa.

The worst case was the villa built on the mountain. A mudslide swept down and completely submerged the entire family, suffocating them to death in the mudslide...

There are no ways to die that are impossible, only unimaginable.

There were few accidental injuries during this period. As for the dead, coincidentally, they were either rich or powerful. Even more coincidentally, they had recently been involved in something targeting a certain family.

Things have come to this point.

it's not finished yet.

Located on the west coast of the United States, three typhoons were born like triplets and began to sweep towards the American mainland. In the process, they became larger and more violent, and the seawater along the way was swept up and turned into sea typhoons.

This horrific scene terrified countless fishermen, and the media began to report on it extensively, claiming that God's misfortune in America must be the fault of the president.

Residents of coastal cities began to organize themselves and prepare for evacuation.

One piece of bad news after another left the president in the White House completely bewildered.

Then even worse news came.

"Great-General, something's happened!!"

"You, you must look outside! Look outside!"

The secretary who rushed in looked terrified, as if she had seen a ghost.

The president walked to the window and looked up.

The dark clouds in the sky began to disperse, and the terrifying thunderstorm disappeared without a trace as if it had never happened. Even the gale gradually subsided.

but……

Beneath the dark clouds, in the light.

A pair of large, gray eyes slowly emerged in the air.

Those eyes seemed to exist from 360 degrees; no matter which direction you looked from, you could feel as if they were staring at you.

On the street.

Someone looked into those eyes, and suddenly their expression turned to terror. Their body stiffened, and their entire body turned yellowish-white, transforming into a column of salt.

(End of this chapter)