Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 380 The Witch Experiment Chain Reaction Weapon Zero
The leader of the townspeople forced himself to stand up and ask.

The surrounding men remained silent, their eyes fixed on the men with solemn and dangerous expressions. Then, one of them stepped forward and showed his identification.

next second.

The townspeople immediately scattered like birds and beasts towards the specially left gap, wiping their mouths with their fingers as they left, as if they knew the "rules".

Only after they left the woods did the village woman ask curiously, "Who were they? Police officers?"

"army."

All the men nodded solemnly.

Living in America, especially for the powerless and poor in remote areas like theirs, one must understand one thing: do not provoke the military. This is the key to survival; otherwise, death is the only outcome.

On ordinary days, one can use political correctness and public opinion to manipulate officials, police, and other official institutions for profit. This method is successful about once every three attempts, so the success rate is not small.

But the military is different. As a violent institution, it is the weapon for directly suppressing rebellions! Once it is deployed, it is almost never a good thing.

and so.

If they dare to act like "troublemakers," the army will dare to turn them into dead people!
A group of people ran frantically toward the town.

Forgot about judging witches and guarding the faith!
In the woods.

The scientific experiment team, dressed in white protective suits, tied Misty up, covered her with ether, and anesthetized her with needles. The whole set of actions was smooth and efficient, without any unnecessary words, and they disappeared quickly.

Soon they arrived near the swamp from before, and entered an unremarkable cave. Outside, soldiers in camouflage uniforms quietly appeared, covering up footprints and other traces.

hum!
With the sound of the motor running, the huge elevator started operating and arrived at a vast underground research institute.

Due to reasons such as secrecy, research institutes, shelters, and other institutions associated with danger are mostly built underground.

For example, Louis's Rebirth Base.

This largest research institute under the jurisdiction of the Administration Bureau exudes a sci-fi atmosphere. The dark iron color is overwhelming, full of the coldness of machinery. The guards here amplify this feeling, with sentries every three or five steps on every road, all fully armed.

There are only three types of people here.

Military security personnel on guard and patrolling, researchers, professors, and doctors wearing identification tags, and scientific units in protective suits going out to make arrests.

When the scientific unit entered, the soldiers, dressed in camouflage uniforms, completely ignored them and showed no intention of conducting any inspection.

This clearly demonstrates the special nature of these scientific unit members.

Soon, the scientific units took Misty to the final destination of their journey.

"Doctor, mission accomplished! Target successfully brought back!" the captain reported with a salute.

The busy Black man stopped, turned around quickly, his eyes full of exhaustion, and looked at the captain. "Well, you've worked hard. After this mission, go back and see your families. I'll give you a break."

"Thank you, Doctor, but no need. We'd rather stay here now!" the captain said with a determined look in his eyes.

Ono's facial muscles twitched violently, a fleeting look of pain and struggle flashing in his eyes. "Alright, then... let's add an inhibitor to this mission's reward."

Upon hearing this, joy finally appeared on the faces of the forty-eight soldiers from the science unit.

"Alright, now put her in the container."

"Get moving, everyone. As far as I know, there are two main possibilities for how witches and other spellcasting races perform spells: one is their mental state, and the other is their bloodline."

"Therefore, inject sedatives, pour holy water into the container, sprinkle the ashes from the Church of Apocalypse on it, and finally, make the container the size of a demon."

Under Dr. Ono's direction, a group of research assistants began to move about.

In no time, everything was ready.

Next, Dr. Ono will conduct a series of studies on the witch's body organs, blood genes, and other aspects, as well as test her resurrection abilities.

The scene was somewhat bloody; although it didn't involve directly ripping out hearts and disemboweling, drawing blood and cutting flesh were still unavoidable.

soon.

Ono received two pieces of news, one good and one bad.

Good news, this witch does indeed possess the ability to resurrect.

The bad news is that this resurrection ability is more like forcibly pulling a soul out of hell.

He wasn't sure if this practice of rescuing people from hell would cause any serious consequences, such as being cursed or facing hidden dangers, but he figured those powerful and wealthy people with short lifespans probably didn't care about such things.

and……

"The monsters I created have many defects due to genetic issues. Even those that are decent will die quickly due to genetic conflicts. But this resurrection ability, which can retrieve their souls from hell, miraculously heals their genes to a certain extent, allowing them to survive for longer."

"So, what if there are enough resurrections?"

Ono let out a sigh of relief.

He finally saw the dawn of a truly perfect being being born, but was the cost of this process far too inhuman...?

In particular, the subsequent human experiments, which involved the large-scale fusion of monster or animal genes into human bodies, even when using death row inmates, were arguably the most subversive practices to human morality.

Ono's eyes flickered, but he quickly regained his composure.

He had no choice.

If only the experiment is completed, Mr. Smith will keep his promise and free my homeland from famine and war...

Thinking of this, those feelings of reluctance vanished instantly.

"Sorry, nobody has a choice. Please try your best to cooperate."

soon.

Even more outrageous experiments, which even challenged the limits of humanity, have occurred.

A person with a scorpion's tail; a person whose body is covered in scales like a giant snake; a pregnant woman with dense white wool growing on her body; a baby born from the womb with sheep's hooves; a "mud person" that looks like boneless mud with only eyes and a mouth...

Store in a container.

Misty, dressed in a straitjacket, was pale. Everything she saw and endured was terrifying in her mind. She should have been terrified and even angry, but her brain seemed to be out of control, unresponsive.

This conflicting feeling caused her pain.

She couldn't even control her own tear ducts!

They could only keep reviving these "monsters" under the weight of their pain.

"No, please, I won't do this anymore..."

"Then we'll have to kill more animals."

"..."

Surprisingly, Misty didn't immediately refute it, but instead hesitated.

"What's the point of such an experiment?!"

Dr. Ono just shook his head; she was too naive, and no amount of explanation would make her understand.

"Again."

After saying that, a new round of cruel experiments began.

Under such mental torment.

Misty's brain finally underwent some change; certain nerves developed organic lesions, and she began to feel listless. A peculiar mental fluctuation began to emanate from her mind.

As the doctor said, the power of witches, a spellcasting race, is indeed closely related to their mental state. Unfortunately, Salem witches are this type, no, they have both.

now.

The special mental fluctuations emanating from Misty's brain spread in all directions. These fluctuations seemed to have no effect on ordinary creatures, but some were different.

Misty gradually had a strange feeling, as if... she had communicated with something.
But she was too lazy to talk about it, feeling that nothing mattered.

Whether I live or die, it doesn't matter.

In fact, her mental fluctuations had a significant impact, even affecting a sacrificial site of the Administration Bureau not far from the research base.

Beneath the forest, an ancient creature, existing since time immemorial, merged with the earth, its form indistinct. Suddenly, its brows and eyes, intertwined with the earth, trembled slightly.

The vibrations, connected to the earth's veins and tectonic plates, transmitted kinetic energy upwards, and the ground... began to experience an earthquake.

Rumble!
Administration headquarters, command center.

buzzing-

The red alarm echoed indoors, casting an ominous and grim light on everyone's faces.

"Why did He wake up so early? It's not time yet, is it?"

"Don't get angry, maybe he just turned over in his sleep?"

“Fuck, don’t pollute the environment with your disgusting American jokes. I’m telling you, this is not something to joke about! Director, yes, we need to hurry up and talk to the director…” “Okay, I’ve arrived.”

Amid the argument, Smith rushed over, accompanied by a middle-aged man who appeared to be quite sophisticated.

"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Robert, the new Director of the Administration. He will be in charge of overseeing the local administrations and relaying the Council's opinions downwards."

"Yes!"

Robert greeted everyone with a smile, appearing very approachable and speaking with humility, almost unlike an American. "It's my first time in office, so I can't really talk about management. I'm just working together for the country. I'll need everyone's help in the future."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, and then they all applauded.

Regardless of whether the other party is just stating the obvious, everyone can only applaud and welcome them now.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. When you have time, you can go down and work things out yourselves. For now, all of you follow orders."

"Dispatch the divination department to perform divination immediately."

"Immediately replenish the offerings that have not yet been found."

"The original sacrificial ceremony was carried out ahead of schedule."

"Weapon Zero is activated and ready for immediate use."

"Get it done now, immediately!"

Smith's personality changed a lot after losing an arm; he became much more sharp and decisive.

"Yes!!"

After everyone left, Smith looked at Robert and said, "Let's go. As the successor, you still have a lot to do. My time in office is running out, so I need to tell you some things in advance. Be prepared."

“Yes.” Robert nodded seriously.

"I think you already understand the responsibilities of the Administration Bureau. The next step is practical operation."

"It is of utmost importance to see how they work, understand the operating logic of each department, and how much funding they apply for."

"They always try to ask for more funding, and then they suffer the loss when it comes to reimbursement."

"Also, let me explain what just happened."

"The ground tremor just now, and the reason I arranged their actions, is the origin of our bureau's name, and one of our bureau's biggest secrets."

Robert paused, his eyes turning serious.

“There is a god or some other powerful being that we don’t know what it is, sleeping right beneath our feet. Something has happened to it, and it has been staying underground for a long time. It only makes some movements occasionally, which then cause many disasters such as earthquakes and volcanic eruptions.”

"In order to appease Him, we chose the ancient and bloody method of sacrifice, which involves the sequential deaths of several special individuals to please Him. After several attempts, it proved quite effective, and over time it was preserved. This place became known as the Forbidden Zone."

After saying that, Smith looked at Robert.

Robert didn't doubt the truthfulness of Smith's words; after all, the other party couldn't possibly be lying to him. However, this wasn't something to be happy about.

Gods, calamities, bloody sacrifices, forbidden zones...

It made him feel like he wasn't living in a technologically advanced modern society, but in ancient times.

“If that’s the case…then He must be an evil god…” Robert muttered to himself.

"Let's go."

Smith shook his head, and seeing that Robert was accepting, he continued explaining as he walked forward.

Actually, what he just said was the truth, but he didn't tell him some of the guesses, such as the god below, which they guessed might be a Titan from ancient Greece...

At this moment, Robert came to his senses and followed closely.

"In short, just remember what just happened. I'll tell you how to do it later. I'll just give you a general overview now, so listen carefully."

“Apart from the sacrifices that were required by the gods just now.”

"You also need to understand the divine offspring and forbidden weapons in the bureau. From number eight to number sixty-seven, they are quite different and have some connection with mythology. You should have heard about them. In addition to money and status, dealing with them also depends on whether you have enough skill to control these special forms of violence."

This is the first and most important step for you to truly take control of the situation.

Okay, let's not talk about that now, we've arrived.

Now, I'm going to show you another big secret of this scheme..."

Smith walked to where the Zero Weapon was stored.

He was buried alive in the earthquake before he could use Weapon Zero last time, so the location and method of activating Weapon Zero were changed afterward.

ka ka ka-

As the iron gate opened and closed, what came into view was still the coffin, and the skeleton inside holding a huge scythe.

“You know, Robert, even gods die,” Smith suddenly said, looking at the skeleton and scythe.

But when he turned around, he saw Robert's strange look, as if to say that the evil god was not a real god, not a master, and of course he would die.

Okay, this guy seems to be a Christian.

It seems there's also some special relationship with the new president...

"In short, the gods have gone far away, and God's glory shines over America, causing evil to perish and hide, and the power of civilization to take over. But the traces of the gods or evil that once existed will not disappear."

“Those divine offspring and forbidden weapons originated from them, and this one in front of you is the most precious of them.”

"Like that skeleton."

"It is the remains of a god, or rather, a demigod."

The words are not surprising and die endlessly.

The words Smith uttered stunned Robert. He swallowed hard, his pupils dilating. "Are you sure? The remains of a god, uh, I mean an evil god?"

He automatically ignored the fact that he was a god, not an evil god.

"Preliminarily confirmed."

?

"perhaps?"

"Yes, this skeleton is indestructible and impervious to water and fire. Most of humanity's current methods are ineffective against it. Moreover, the real key is the weapon in its hand."

"That weapon is a true divine artifact."

"Based on the observations and inferences of mythologists through materials, style and location of the image, it is believed to be a product of ancient Greece from a very long time ago."

"We have no idea whose artifact it is or what it's called. All we know is that it's incredibly powerful."

"Regarding specific effects."

"You can think of it simply as a casual swipe that triggers a missile attack, and it also has the effect of tearing through space and other effects, making it very powerful."

"Then why didn't you take it out and use it last time?"

Smith's eyebrows twitched, but he said without changing his expression, "Well, this weapon has some conditions for use. Each use consumes lifespan, and it can only be used by ordinary people with sufficiently strong minds. Divine descendants will actually consume it faster."

"In addition, it cannot leave the California state area."

Robert nodded slowly, seemingly understanding.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go upstairs and rest for a bit. You should also take a break and process this information. After I review their operation, I'll tell you about some of the organizations and experiments supported by the Administration Bureau..."

The two closed the door and walked upstairs.

Smith also specifically instructed Robert to keep it a secret and not to tell anyone.

……

New Orleans.

At this point, a hunt had already begun.

Today, witches undergoing special training are walking down the street.

Nan suddenly stopped and looked at a hotel. She heard a lot of noises, a lot of chaotic sounds, but one of them was very special.

“Fiona, can your ability suddenly make you hear many people’s voices?” Nan asked tremblingly. “I might be having a problem.”

"Hmm? Don't panic, little girl, tell me what happened, and then we'll go and find out."

The group headed towards the hotel.

From the sky above the city, Constantine's men had formed a circle, arriving from all directions.

(End of this chapter)