Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 379 Training the Traitor
"I have already reported it."

Fiona said.

"But that's far from enough. Because of your own abilities, there are many things I haven't told you, but that won't do now. As the head of the Witch Academy, you have to take on some responsibilities."

"Or, you could step down."

Fiona looked at Cordelia with a serious expression.

But, unsurprisingly, Cordelia flatly refused, saying, "I will not be a deserter."

“Oh, well, you’re always so silly.” Fiona flicked her cigarette ash. “Now, come here, I’ll tell you something.”

“Our Salem witches possess powerful abilities of the Seven Wonders, including teleportation, astral projection, resurrection, telekinesis, fire control, mind control, and divination. They also have strange and wonderful skills such as potion-making and personal talents, enabling them to do things that modern technology cannot explain.”

"But why hide?"

Cordelia frowned. She had always believed that this was due to the church's mystical power, coupled with the small and disunited witch population.

"Yes, you guessed right, that's one of the reasons."

Cordelia said coldly, "Don't try to read my mind!"

Fiona smiled, unconcerned. "There's a sacred covenant between Hell and Heaven, supposedly made by God and Lucifer. Of course, I believe it's more of a constraint imposed on Hell by God alone. This covenant binds..."

With Fiona, an old witch who has traveled the world and is so knowledgeable that she is unfathomable, explaining things to Cordelia, who rarely goes out, she gains a completely new understanding of the world today.

I understand the witches' current predicament.

To put it bluntly, those with special abilities are like mutants in Marvel comics; they could all be captured and experimented on at any time.

"These little witches must become capable of fighting as soon as possible, or they will suffer a terrible fate."

"Can't they be dismissed?"

"That would only hasten your death."

"In short, I know some people in the upper echelons of American capital. According to the information I got from them, we should be able to search St. Lucia in about two weeks. So, let's hurry."

“But even if we have the ability to protect ourselves, this won’t completely solve the problem, will it?” Cordelia was very clear-headed; she keenly perceived the fallacy in the statement.

The real key now is how to get the Bureau to give up, and what about other forces that might covet the witches' special abilities in the future.

Fiona avoided the topic.

He simply said, "I have a solution, you don't need to worry about it."

Cordelia could not get any further answers.

Finally, Cordelia stopped asking questions and, looking at the newspaper in her hand, asked, "This little witch..."

Fiona shook her head immediately. "Don't even think about it. Going to her now is a dead end. She's already wanted by the police."

"But……"

For certain reasons and due to her professional habits, Cordelia still felt a little reluctant to treat the little witch.

But she immediately shook her head.

Calm down, that's not realistic. That's not the focus right now. Instead of thinking about that, think about what kind of medicine you should prepare next so as not to hold others back.

Cordelia's eyes dimmed; her abilities were too weak, and her talent was poor.

Fiona then went downstairs on her own.

Just as Cordelia was wallowing in self-pity.

The sound came clearly from downstairs.

"If she hasn't been caught by the time we get through this crisis, I can try teleporting there."

"that's it."

Cordelia paused, her lips pressed tightly together.

Soon, a training session for the witches began.

……

On the main road.

Fiona sat in the coffee shop, pointing out to the witches, "Besides some potion-making and alchemy, the main thing we Salem witches can rely on is our own awakened talents and the Seven Wonders. Apart from that, there is very little other magic."

"Now, I'm going to teach you mind control, one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World. Watch closely."

Snapped!
Fiona snapped her fingers lightly.

next second.

A male pedestrian on the road started running a red light, which caused a chorus of screams and curses, with shouts of "Fuck!" ringing out.

The male pedestrian still looked indignant.

"See? I changed his perception of traffic lights without him even realizing it," Fiona said with a faint smile.

"Now, you try it. Remember what I said: concentrate and try to imagine it as if you can't hold it in anymore, and then it bursts out with a bang."

Fiona then began to slowly sip her coffee, her eyes remaining fixed on the group of people.

According to her prediction, Nan should be the first to learn this miracle, since her ability to read minds and control thoughts is closely related, giving her a natural advantage. Madison will probably be next.

But the fact is just the opposite.

Madison glanced at a pedestrian on the street a couple more times, then frowned deeply.

The next second, the pedestrian seemed to be affected and started running the red light. But that wasn't the end of it; Madison then changed his common sense back to normal.

The whole trip took only two minutes!

!!!

Fiona's coffee trembled slightly, almost spilling out.

Madison turned back, looking at everyone with a smug expression. "How about it?"

"That's good, but it's not enough."

Next, Fiona explained the knowledge about telekinesis and fire control. Although Madison already knew this, he made considerable progress under Fiona's guidance.

However, compared to Madison's rapid progress, Zoe and her two companions seemed rather unremarkable.

Seeing this disparity, Fiona's suspicions grew even stronger.

His gaze toward Madison turned dangerous, but he quickly withdrew it and continued training the group.

There are priorities, but in any case, dealing with the impending crisis should be the first priority.

But just as Fiona was training these little witches, uninvited guests quietly arrived.

……

A man was holding a phone, speaking passionately into it, "I've said it before, the witches are now unpredictable, especially their Supreme Witch, who has returned, do you understand?"

"I advise you to change your goal for now and take it one step at a time."

"Okay, I understand. We'll split into two groups, right?"

Snapped.

The phone hangs up.

The man sighed heavily, his eyes filled with complex emotions. He hadn't expected this day to come so soon. Perhaps when he chose to infiltrate the area, he should have known he would face such a choice.

Regardless, he's a witch hunter, and that identity can't be changed now. All I can do now is say a few words on your behalf. I hope you won't die, Cordelia…

Just then, Cordelia's voice came from downstairs, "Hank? Hank, come down quickly."

"Technology is so advanced now, there's even artificial insemination technology. Do you think we could have a child like that?"

“Honey, although I don’t want to say it this way, I think… okay, whatever you say.”

Cordelia smiled gently.

Yes, the man is Cordelia's husband.

Watching Cordelia's happy figure recede into the distance, Hank lowered his head, concealing the emotions in his eyes. Time flew by, and three days later...

Airport in New Orleans, St. Louis.

A large number of people mingled into the crowd and walked down.

Soon, they met at a base in Fopoll. As a powerful department, the Administration could sometimes even influence Fopoll, especially now that mysterious events were occurring one after another, which was quite normal.

"So, the person the bureau sent this time was you?"

The head of the hunter company looked at the nonchalant man in front of him with suspicion.

He admitted that the man was handsome, had a cynical air about him, and looked like the kind of guy who could get money from women, but that didn't mean he was involved in such dangerous activities!

Could the other party be someone with connections?

The leader couldn't help but think this way. Everyone says that in America, strength speaks for itself, but in reality, the interpersonal relationships here are even more outrageous and blatant, even turning personal relationships into a kind of capital that is openly displayed.

As a result, any position with any value in this place will have its barriers set up in order to "sell favors" and acquire capital.

Just like university recommendation letters, job introduction letters, and invitations from certain clubs, etc.

This system has become so commonplace that everyone has taken it for granted.

Therefore, the leader really suspected that this guy in front of him was someone with connections!

The man smiled at his leader's gaze, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "Don't be nervous. I'm not the kind of person you think I am. Besides, you didn't have a choice."

"..."

The leader was speechless.

Damn, he's right, I had no choice.

clap clap!

The man clapped his hands twice, drawing everyone's attention.

"Very good, friends. I believe many of you know me, but there are quite a few new friends here today, so let me introduce myself again."

"I, John Constantine, call me whatever you like, because of some special experiences, I spend my days walking the line between making money and not making money. Of course, sometimes I also end up in jail, or go to hell and kick the devil's ass."

"Believe me, hell is no good place. If I could, I would probably continue to live a good life on earth, but unfortunately, I'm a little unlucky."

"To pay off my debts, I signed a contract with the Bureau of Justice, which is why I'm here today."

"So what are your skills?" someone suddenly asked.

“Excellent!” Constantine clapped his hands sharply.

"This is what I wanted to say. I'm not very capable; I've only been through a few dozen life-or-death situations. I don't have any authority to command you. But if anyone ruins this operation because of a grudge against me, believe me, the smell of hell is pungent!"

After the speech, the people from Hunter Company looked at each other blankly, and no one spoke.

"Alright, from now on, everyone will follow my instructions."

"Hunter Company, come this way... First to third field teams, come here."

After some instructions, several teams split up in the hall, but some teams wandered off and headed out on their own.

Constantine pretended not to see them.

Those people weren't on his side; they were a bunch of crazy experimenters.

Constantine summoned the leader. "You said you have information about the witches. Now tell me where they are."

"Okay, my people told me the witches are scattered now, mainly in several locations. One group of dark witches is the most concentrated, while the Salem witches are few in number and scattered. Also, the Salem witches' Supreme Witch has returned..."

"Alright, I got it. Let's go deal with those black witches."

"But what about the Salem witches?"

"Don't worry, the scientific experiment unit will go."

Constantine looked in the direction the team had just left and said this, while crushing the listening device that had appeared on his body at some unknown time.

"Let's go."

Walkie-talkies began to be used frequently.

Military, police, and fire departments in New Orleans also began covert mobilizations.

The crisis arrived ahead of schedule.

Meanwhile, the witches were still undergoing special training.

……

at the same time.

California.

A figure with platinum blonde hair was hung on a cross, head tilted to the side, clothes tattered and charred, clearly having suffered a cruel and inhumane execution by burning.

Miraculously, the girl did not die!
She kept her head down.

The twenty or thirty townspeople around her looked at her with tension and fear.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

"Hi-ah-"

He was accompanied by a series of heavy gasps.

Misty's chest heaved violently, and she raised her head. A moment of confusion flashed in her eyes, but the next second, her eyes turned angry and fearful.

"No! Don't!!"

Seeing her lively and energetic appearance, all the townspeople fell silent for a moment, and then...

"He's alive again, he's really alive again..."

"God, this is heresy! This is evil! Burn her!"

"Yes, burn her! We must burn her!"

"But she didn't die just now, so burning her at the stake wouldn't have worked on her, would it?"

"What should I do?"

"Hmph, what's the panic? We have plenty of ways. We'll find a stake to nail to her heart, corrode it with sulfuric acid, shoot her, or cut her apart with a knife. I don't believe she can come back to life after being dismembered!"

"If all else fails, we'll use iron to create an Iron Maiden and sink her to the sea, so she'll never see the sunlight again!" a bearded man who seemed to be the leader said viciously.

Those around them didn't find these methods cruel at all; on the contrary, they nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Misty looked at them in horror, and when she heard about those cruel methods, she felt a warm sensation in her crotch and a sticky feeling in her pants.

She regretted it.

She shouldn't have lingered nearby, and she definitely shouldn't have chosen to rescue the kitten; otherwise, she wouldn't have been caught by these townspeople...

God!

Who can come and save me?

I don't want to be dismembered...

Tears slid down her cheeks, leaving two white tear tracks.

at this time.

boom! !

There was a gunshot.

A large number of soldiers dressed in white protective suits, wearing breathing masks and carrying rifles appeared, surrounded the area, and pointed them at the townspeople.

???

"You, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)