Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 369 Moon Palace Witch Academy
universe.

Moon.

As Earth's companion planet, the Moon is small in size and light in weight, and it is carried along by Earth in its orbit.

But this is relative.

For an individual, the moon's mass is large enough that if it were to fall onto Earth, it would be enough to trigger a horrific mass extinction.

Moreover, the moon itself is related to Earth's tidal and other magnetic forces, and if something goes wrong, the consequences are unpredictable.

Since the dawn of modern civilization, all major powers have dreamed of landing on the moon, hoping to usher in the era of interstellar travel. Unfortunately, the most they have done so far is build a space station with a small population, which is already the limit of current technology.

And this is such an important place.

At this moment, a golden figure appeared out of thin air on the surface of the moon, floating freely on it, completely unaffected by its fluctuating gravity.

It was Louis.

Looking at the ravaged, crater-filled lunar surface before him, Louis nodded in satisfaction. "The lunar energy here is truly incredibly concentrated."

"If I stay here, I will reach the Pure Yang Realm in less than three months."

Even though it was a vacuum, Louis's voice still came through.

As for the terrible environment on the moon...

Louis's hand gestures.

One by one, shimmering golden metal cubes flew out from the sleeves, falling in all directions like shooting stars.

Magical power surged.

Patterns appeared on the ground.

Louis landed on the ground and tapped it lightly with his finger.

hum! ! !
A pale golden barrier began to emerge from individual metal cubes, gradually extending until they connected in the air to form a dome-shaped barrier covering an area of ​​several thousand square meters.

Feeling the gravity gradually stabilizing and all the rays being completely blocked out, Louis nodded in satisfaction.

With this formation, we have the basic environment and can hide from the outside world, so that electronic instruments such as satellites cannot detect it.

As for the subsequent biological and environmental modifications, that's beyond the capabilities of formations, or rather, Louis's current level of immortal cultivation.

Snapped!
Louis snapped his fingers.

The divine power dissipated at both marks.

next second.

The environment inside the barrier has changed drastically.

Boom! !

Many large white and green trees and bushes suddenly appeared out of nowhere on the ground, with several streams flowing quietly among them, providing life for the plants. A strong wind blew by, bringing fresh air.

The levels of oxygen, carbon dioxide, and other substances inside begin to adjust slightly, becoming more breathable.

Ten minutes later.

Before your eyes lies a unique white and green forest, with streams flowing gently through it, eventually converging at the heart of the forest to form a shimmering lake. A few gray clouds drift across the sky, taking on various shapes with the gentle breeze.

In the very center, a palace has quietly stood, but the interior is completely empty, devoid of any furniture.

The overall environment is quite similar to that on Earth.

The only thing that makes you feel uneasy is that there's hardly any life here.

There wasn't even a mosquito bite.

All that remained was deathly silence.

Even with all this vegetation, it's hard to hide this feeling.

There's no way around it; creation is always harder than destruction. Life is the most precious treasure in the universe, and his divine duties are not related to life. Even these plants that can survive on the moon were created by forcibly altering the soil with divine power.

If those two markings were used to incite natural disasters, they could easily destroy several small countries.

It can be used to create plants, streams, and air on the moon, but that's about all it can do.

Don't even think about living.

"Forget it, let's just import some small animals from Earth. When we're stronger in the future, we can create some more suitable creatures."

No excessive entanglement.

Louis was about to lead Emma and the others over, but then he stopped abruptly.

This back-and-forth is too troublesome.

"I remember there was a short-range teleportation array in the Starry Sky General Principles?"

The immortal civilization is vast and boundless, and array formations are its most precious treasures. They are diverse and varied, and it can be said that the array formations of the immortal civilization are no less advanced than those of many technological civilizations.

And the Starry Sky General Outline truly lives up to its reputation as containing immortal-level inheritance; it actually includes something like a teleportation array.

However, anything above the small teleportation array is celestial level content, which Louis cannot view.

"A small teleportation array is sufficient."

"As for the distance... it's enough to teleport from Earth to the Moon."

"However... we still need some treasures containing spatial power as the array's core."

Louis frowned slightly.

The array formation we just used was made from special materials that Zhaoming Shrine had collected from Japan recently. These materials were transformed into semi-magical artifacts by me using the Myriad Treasures Shattering Void Technique before they could be used as nodes in the array.

What we need now are spatial treasures...

"Just let Higa know that Japan should still have some stock due to the recent artificial revival of spiritual energy."

Before this, one could only suffer the hardship of either personally picking up and dropping off the child or using divine power to teleport them.

Louis then got to work.

The palace was quickly taken care of.

He then brought Emma and the others up, but Madison and a few others were not there. Louis planned to send Madison to the Witch Academy, and she has already set off.

We're probably almost in New Orleans.

In addition, the palace also housed a maidservant group prepared by Uncle Fu for himself, as well as many precious ingredients and so on.

He didn't come here specifically to be an ascetic.

If you should cultivate, then cultivate.

Enjoy it when you should.

soon.

Louis sat in his palace, enjoying life while vigorously drawing upon the moonlight to hone his skills and overcome his limitations.

……

Earth.

New Orleans.

Miss Robbie Jox Distinguished Women's Academy.

A three-story Greek Revival building, surrounded by tall white walls, completely isolates it from the outside world. The stone steps at the main entrance are worn and rounded, clearly having withstood the test of time.

This building is clearly an old structure.

Inside the building, a dark-skinned, chubby girl stared blankly at her hands, thinking about what someone had told her and her experience at the fried chicken shop.

She suddenly pulled out a knife, looked at the old hen on the table that was about to be roasted, and then slashed her wrist.

The slash was swift and ruthless, as if it had severed an artery, causing blood to gush out like a torrent.

"Hehehe... Huh?!"

A sudden gash appeared on the front of the hen's body, gushing out blood.

Soon, life was lost.

Queenie's blank stare disappeared. "Yes, she's right, I really am a witch."

“Wow, black witch, that’s a really bad joke,” she muttered to herself.

At this time.

A tall woman with flowing golden-brown hair called from downstairs, "Queenie? Queenie?"

"Come down for a moment, you have a new companion."

“Oh! Yes, Principal Cordelia.”

Queenie went downstairs, and as she passed through the corridor, her heavy weight caused the wooden planks to creak slightly.

"Wow, are you going to be my future classmate? Are there any others? Or are you the only one in our college?"

"That's really unfortunate. I ended up at a diploma mill, which makes up for my regret of not going to college. Haha."

We haven't met yet.

Queenie then heard a voice that sounded mocking, which made her uncomfortable.

Looking towards the sound, they saw a beautiful, mature young woman with long blonde hair who looked very stylish. She was also quite tall and slender, with a perfect figure in all the right places...

Well, Queenie admits she was a little jealous, but it wasn't too bad; she was used to it after all.

"Alright, Madison, stop saying such things. For the next few years, you will be the strongest partners. Your shared witch blood will bind you all together," Cordelia, a tall woman with long golden-brown hair, said with a hint of reproach.

Madison pursed his lips and didn't reply.

She's feeling a little annoyed right now.

She still wanted to go back to Hollywood and develop her star career, rather than call (she had met Cordelia in Hollywood and exchanged phone numbers) and come to this godforsaken place to attend some worthless college with only two students, following some down-and-out witch!

pity.

She dared not disobey Louis's orders.

If she disobeys, I won't do anything to her, but... ouch...

Madison unconsciously touched his round buttocks, a hint of pain flashing across his face.

Cordelia gestured for the two to sit down and helped Madison put away her luggage.

In the living room.

Coffee? Or black tea?

"black tea."

"I also can."

While Cordelia poured tea, the two sat on the sofa and looked at each other.

Yeah, a fat otaku.

This was Madison's first impression of Queenie.

Tsk, she sounds a bit like a bitch.

This is Queenie's impression of Madison.

Surprisingly, at their first meeting, they both felt a slight dislike for each other.

Cordelia quickly poured the black tea, then sat down to the side. She first looked at Madison and said, "Madison, I'm glad you made that choice. It seems you've realized the troubles that come with your bloodline."

Years ago, when she was in Hollywood, she discovered this girl's talent. Of course, the situation wasn't very friendly at the time; the girl had just knocked down a director who was up to no good using telekinesis.

Madison remained noncommittal.

Cordelia didn't mind and smiled gently. "Now, I'm going to tell you about the origins of our witch academy."

Have you heard of the Salem witch hunt?

Madison nodded. "I know. It was the witch trials that took place in Salem, Massachusetts in 1692. Several women were brutally burned to death because they were accused of witchcraft. It was a lynching that had serious legal consequences and was later retried."

???

Cordelia looked at Madison in surprise; Madison's words had somewhat shattered her preconceived notions of her.

Yes, Cordelia considered herself a good judge of character. From their first meeting, she had a general idea of ​​Madison's personality: arrogant, domineering, proud, extreme, easily provoked, and not very smart. Well, you could also say he was arrogant or careless.

In short, he's not a smart person.

but now……

Madison's lips curled up slightly. During this time, she hadn't been idle in Orlando. After learning from Carrie that she would soon be going to the Witch Institute, and knowing that she couldn't change the outcome, she had specifically investigated the Salem Witch Case. After all, it was the most famous witch case in American history, and it was hard not to know about it.

However, the other person's expression made her slightly annoyed. What, do I look stupid?

“Very well, Madison, you’re right, but that’s just the official conclusion.”

"In fact, it was an oppression of us witches by mortals. At that time, because of our special abilities and their ignorance, and of course, mainly because of the prevalence of Protestantism, the residents were easily led to conduct lynching trials against witches."

"At that time, many witches and ordinary women were actually killed."

"And they were all innocent, they all died because of ignorance."

"There's nothing we can do about it. There's an innate barrier between ordinary people and witches, and we're too few in number and not organized, so we can only be oppressed and become a channel for venting social pressure."

"If nothing unexpected happens, we will probably repeat the horrors of the medieval witch hunts."

"Fortunately, at that time, a Supreme Witch was born among us!"

“She led us out of Salem, to the Southern states, and eventually settled in Louisiana, preserving our bloodline.”

"Later, we established the Witches' College in this women's college, which did a lot during World War II and has a glorious history."

"It has continued to this day."

Say it.

She looked at Madison.

Madison looked like she wanted to speak, "The Supreme Witch? Is she that strong? Then why didn't she just take care of all the people who framed us back then, instead of slinking away like that?"

"Also, you said this academy was once very glorious, but why is it that when I came in, all I saw was a fat, dark-skinned otaku?"

Madison's words were full of skepticism and disdain; well, she was a woman who had seen it all.

In her eyes, Louis was too strong; he never backed down. He was a real man, a true strongman.

"Hey! You white bitch, watch your mouth!" Queenie said angrily, while a fruit knife appeared in her hand at some point.

Madison scoffed. She couldn't see anything special about Queenie in front of her, but what about herself?
hum! ! !
With a powerful burst of psychic energy, the objects in the entire hall began to float into the air. Madison also floated up, his golden hair flying, looking quite majestic and wild.

"You? Come on, you fat otaku!"

"You bastard! You bitch!"

It looked like the two were about to have a big fight.

Cordelia, standing to the side, looked helpless and sighed, "Sigh."

He immediately took out a bottle of magic potion, smashed it, and instantly, a large amount of powder floated in the air, filling the entire hall, causing both of them to cough and their abilities to become intermittent.

Cordelia looked at the broken potion with heartache. For some reason, she had little ability and spent her days immersed in potion-making. Even she didn't have many potions that could affect the use of abilities.

But now we have no choice but to use it, otherwise we might not be able to control the two of them.

"Are you two done?"

Cordelia looked at the two of them with a serious expression.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The two exchanged a cold snort and remained silent.

After a while.

A clean living room.

Cordelia began showing the two around the classroom and rooms.

Next, Madison will begin her witch training here.

(End of this chapter)