Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 381 The Deceptive Battle of the Hunt
In 1834, there was a wealthy slave owner in New Orleans who was very rich and had many family members, living a carefree life.

However, she had a hobby, or rather, influenced by the social atmosphere at the time, that made her a white supremacist. Therefore, she particularly enjoyed abusing the black slaves on the plantation, even bathing in their blood to keep her skin delicate.

But then, a fire broke out in the manor, and the wealthy lady disappeared. Her home was ruined and converted into the current historical hotel.

As one of the staff members introduced the guests, she observed their clothes and demeanor, and quickly focused her attention on the elegant lady smoking among them.

They enthusiastically continued to introduce the products.

Fiona enjoyed the flattery, especially when people said she was beautiful, her lips would curl into a slight smile.

Zoe and Madison, standing nearby, both pursed their lips in unison. When they saw that the other was doing the same thing, they even felt a sense of understanding from the other's perspective.

Queenie was still eating, chewing on potato chips, while Nan next to her was completely lost, desperately trying to figure out what the voice was, and of course, other, fainter voices.

Therefore, she went to the front.

Upon seeing this, the staff quickly said, "That's the lady's room up ahead..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fiona frowned, waved her hand gently, and the waiter walked out with a blank look in his eyes, closing the door behind him.

Fiona looked at the room—no, at the basement of the room.

"Oh, okay, Nan, your mind-reading ability might be a little different from ordinary abilities, hmm, a superior one."

As she spoke, she used her abilities to dig open the ground, and soon, the coffin that had been sealed for a long time was revealed.

click!
boom!
A huge figure emerged from inside, looking at the people around it in terror.

"You! Who are you?!"

Madison looked at her and stroked his chin. "She's really fat."

As she spoke, she unconsciously glanced at Queenie. Among them, only Queenie could compare in figure with the other woman, which made Queenie glare at her angrily.

"Fiona, who is she? How did she end up underground?"

"correct."

"Was it her talking to me? She kept saying things like pleas for help and curses..."

The chattering of the group annoyed Fiona, so she snapped her fingers lightly.

"Snapped!"

"Relax. Witches always encounter strange creatures in their lives: zombies, curses, vampires, werewolves. There are many of them in this land. You have to adapt and learn to fight."

"As for her?"

Fiona smiled. "Very well, could you please explain to us what you are? Please hurry, we're not very patient."

"What are you talking about? I am who I am! What are you talking about? And don't be disrespectful to me, or I'll whip you!"

"trouble."

Madison was getting impatient; he frowned and his pupils contracted.

next second.

The obese woman's mouth started babbling uncontrollably, "I am LaLauri..."

As she spoke, that long-buried history was brought to light.

Years ago, when she was hosting a banquet to find a good match for her youngest daughter, she accidentally discovered that her daughter was having an affair with one of the family's black servants. It was like the sky had fallen.

Enraged, she ordered her men to seize the slave, whip him, and torture him. In the end, she even had him wear a bloody bull's head as a form of humiliation.

However, not long after, a black woman appeared. Because of her cruelty, she was retaliated against by the black woman, who forcibly fed her an elixir of immortality and then buried her alive.

Until now.

Just finished.

Madison raised an eyebrow, walked over, and patted LaLauri's cheek. "Tsk, you really haven't aged at all. You look just like a normal person. Is this elixir of immortality real?"

No one noticed how strange Fiona's gaze had become at that moment.

Immortality... Immortality...

She gently touched the corner of her eye, where the crow's feet constantly reminded her of the fact that she was no longer young.

If, if only I could obtain this elixir of immortality...

Before she could figure out what to do, her brows furrowed slightly.

Among the Seven Wonders, there is an ability called divination, or prophecy, which allows one to predict future events related to oneself. This ability is very difficult to achieve; the more powerful a witch is, the more accurate her prophecies will be. Otherwise, even if one awakens this ability, she can only predict some minor things.

Moreover, due to its difficulty, even as the Witch Supreme, she rarely uses it.

However, she suddenly felt uneasy, thinking about the information she had heard before.

I subconsciously used my ability once.

Fiona frowned, focusing her attention. After a few seconds, her expression suddenly changed. She looked at the group and, controlling Laura, led them outside.

"Go, leave here immediately."

Although they didn't understand why Fiona would do that, they quickly followed her.

Fiona called the witches into the coffee shop and pulled them to the kitchen. "Now, don't leave here. If enemies come, I'll deal with them. If they find you, remember to fight back and run when you have a chance. Don't go back to the academy; it's already surrounded. Understand?"

The sudden turn of events and Fiona's warning left the group somewhat bewildered. Fortunately, Madison, with his experience, immediately said, "Okay, no problem, just don't die."

The next instant, Fiona vanished.

When it reappears.

We have arrived behind a tree.

Fiona stared coldly at the suspicious-looking special personnel ahead, who were making contact with something through an earpiece, and the man in the black trench coat at the front.

hum! !

A powerful, invisible force was unleashed, yet it caused no reaction; the air remained still, and no wind was heard.

Bang bang bang!
More than a dozen special personnel had their necks broken.

But Fiona's expression did not improve, because the man at the front was not dead.

As if waking from a dream, he turned around, looked at Fiona, holding his phone, and nodded. "It seems to be you, the Supreme Witch of this generation, Fiona."

"She's quite fierce, unlike the previous generations of the Supreme Witch."

Constantine spoke casually, the pendant on his chest already glowing.

He carries a variety of exorcism items, so he couldn't possibly die so easily. If he could be killed by a sneak attack so easily, he would have died in an exorcism incident long ago.

"Teleportation, telekinesis, what other abilities do you have?"

"Hehe, it seems you know me quite well?" Fiona stopped pretending and stepped out from behind the tree.

Constantine walked over.

The two men faced each other and actually took out a cigarette, lit it, and started puffing away.

What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?

"Not as good as yours. I didn't expect the Supreme Witch to be so rich."

"Hehe, it's just a small amount of money."

"Wow, that's impressive. No wonder you can invest in pharmaceutical companies and research anti-aging drugs. Of course, you can easily control a few small-time tycoons and get a lot of money. That's a really useful ability. I'm envious," Constantine said with a slightly sarcastic tone.

Fiona's fingers stiffened slightly; it seemed the other party had indeed investigated her, even finding out about something like this.

But she remained calm and elegant, saying, "It's nothing. After all, is it wrong for a woman to love beauty?"

“Of course that’s right. Well then, please have pity on this poor coerced man and come with me. It’ll save us from another fight,” Constantine said with a shrug.

"That won't do. Everyone in the mystical world knows that getting involved with the authorities usually leads to a mysterious and unexplained death. But you, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me. Since you and I are both of good character, I might be able to help you."

"Oh, it's nothing really. It's just that I did a little thing for America's enemy. Those people in the Bureau are so petty, sigh."

The two chatted as they moved closer and closer.

The orange glow of the cigarette butt was faint.

next second.

Constantine threw away his cigarette, drew a golden pistol from his waist, and pointed it at Fiona, his face contorted with rage. "Bitch, in just this short time, you've used your powers on me thirty-six times. You want me dead that badly?!"

Bang bang bang! !

Specially supplied by the Administration: Specially crafted spirit-destroying bullets are fired in succession, bursting with sparks and carrying enormous kinetic energy to kill souls.

Whoosh!
Fiona, who instantly moved to the side and dodged the bullet, also had a slightly ferocious expression on her face. "Those dogs from the Bureau had no good intentions from the start, so it's best if they die."

"Heh, you're mistaken. I'm not that easy to kill!"

bang bang bang-

As bullets rained down, Constantine continued to talk and distract Fiona.

"Surrender, you're finished. You can't fight against the authorities. Do you know why I told you so much and endured your telekinetic attacks and mind control?"

"Besides, do you think I only have a dozen or so people with me? Guess where they went."

!!!

Fiona's expression changed drastically, and in her moment of distraction, she was nearly hit by a bullet.

“It’s too late. Besides, the cannons are already pointed at that coffee shop. Don’t doubt whether they’ll fire. You know these politicians are capable of doing this.” Constantine stopped firing; there was no need to waste any more time.

Fiona finally realized that the other side was not bluffing and had indeed ambushed Madison and her group.

But why?
That's clearly not how it was in her divination.

Unless, they were actually being monitored in advance...

This explains the sudden change and their unexpected arrival. So, when and how were they exposed? Is Cordelia alright? What do we do now?
A jumble of thoughts rushed to her mind, making it difficult for her to sort them out.

Take a deep breath and calm yourself down.

"Talk?"

“Of course.” Constantine nodded repeatedly. The Supreme Witch was very powerful; in just a short while, he had already destroyed three protective items. If this continued, he was afraid he would be finished.

Moreover, in the end, he was just trying to salvage the reputation of the Administration Bureau by doing this, so there wasn't much of a forceful way to do it. When dealing with such a powerful person, it was enough to just fool him.

As for the fate of these witches, well, let's just leave it to fate.

It's none of his business.

soon.

The two finished their conversation.

Constantine vaguely revealed that their people, because of their intelligence channels, did not go to the witch academy but came directly here, while others went to capture the black witches who came to New Orleans.

As for why they were captured, just as she had found out, it was because of the swamp witch that the higher-ups had their eyes on their abilities and wanted the Bureau of Human Resources and Social Security to conduct research on them. Of course, there were probably other reasons as well, but that was something Constantine didn't know.

This is the information Constantine knew.

In return, Constantine's bank account will receive a million dollars in remittances and some mystical items, and then she will be unable to stop the Bureau from taking away at least one witch.

Ding dong.

Constantine glanced at the text message on his phone and a smile spread across his face.

"please."

The two of them actually walked towards the coffee shop together, joking around along the way.

"I killed your people, and you have no objection at all?"

"Hehe, let me say it again, I'm just an unofficial staff member. Besides, due to the nature of this kind of organization, apart from a few clerical staff, most of them aren't good people. So, let them die; it's a contribution." Constantine said indifferently.

Fiona burst out laughing upon hearing this, "You're really funny, I'm interested in you."

"It was an honor."

The two chatted happily, and seemed to be thinking about having sex after they finished talking.

The corpses lying scattered in the grove behind them seemed to be silently accusing something.

However, things rarely go that easily.

Cafe.

The group was indeed discovered.

Seeing a group of burly men in black suits holding guns, Zoe and her companions panicked a little.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic, we have to get out of here. I’ll lead the way, and you follow.” Madison said, but no one responded.

The other three seemed ready to surrender.

"Fuck! You guys are nowhere near as good as Emma and the others. At least they don't just surrender. Fuck your mother!" Madison cursed angrily.

Zoe gritted her teeth, thinking of her special constitution, which almost destined her to a life of loneliness, and made up her mind, "Fine, let's go, both of us!"

"Okay, it seems you're not so bad after all."

"Here, take this." Madison tossed a talisman to Zoe.

"what is this?"

"Don't worry about it, it might be helpful. Come on, they're heading towards the kitchen, let's go from the side."

open the door.

Click, click, click!
A sound of a gun being cocked rang out.

A row of dark gun barrels were pointed directly at the two men.

Zoe suddenly thought that surrendering wouldn't be a bad idea. Coincidentally, Madison had the same thought, especially after seeing the soldiers outside with assault rifles.

The group obediently raised their hands and came out. During this time, all the nearby customers were also driven away, and the police set up a cordon outside to block the public and those annoying reporters.

Soon, the four women met Fiona.

“Alright, girls, you can go now. Oh, and Madison, stay here,” Fiona said.

???

The four of them looked at each other.

At the same time, a field operations captain from the Bureau stepped out from among the surrounding soldiers. "Sir, this is..."

Constantine glanced at him. "It's all settled. Just one will do. What, you really want to fight and then be sacrificed? The dozen or so I just left have all died. I'm sure they're looking forward to you going down there to join them."

"..."

The field team leader silently retreated. Oh well, as long as the mission is completed.

Turning his head back, Constantine's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes unconsciously drifted towards Madison's direction.

Similarly, Madison was also watching Constantine.

Both of them recognized each other.

During their two months in Sugar Hill, Emma and her friends contacted Madison. Although Constantine and Madison did not meet in person, they had an impression of each other through electronic devices.

After confirming that the other party was indeed Madison.

Constantine was completely devastated.

Hey!
What kind of luck is this!

How could I run into this?
In his mind, Louis was a big problem; maintaining a friendly relationship was enough, and he should avoid getting too close if possible.

So even though he did help out a little and could have taken the opportunity to get close to that powerful figure, he didn't. Instead, he left Florida and was hired by the administration.

Now comes the problem.

What should he do?

Okay, that's not a problem, because there's only one answer.

Let her go!
Wait, what did the Supreme Witch just say? That spot was for Madison?
Constantine raised an eyebrow sharply. "No! Change it!"

At this moment, Fiona, who had just subtly hinted that she would use teleportation to take Madison away in order to gain Zoe and the others' consent, already had a plan in mind.

He will leave on his own, leaving Madison behind. This way, he can fulfill his promise, eliminate the new Witch Supreme, and remain the Witch Supreme, maintaining his power and youth—a win-win situation.

It was beyond her expectation.

Madison showed no sign of refusing the proposal; on the contrary, she smiled broadly.

But just as Zoe and the others were slowly walking out...

Constantine's shout ruined everything.

The soldiers filled the gap again, watching them menacingly.

"Mr. Constantine, are you trying to... break your promise?"

Fiona squinted.

"No, I just want to ask you to choose someone else. She doesn't quite meet our requirements."

"Why doesn't it fit?"

"..."

Constantine remained silent.

Perhaps we could take Madison back and give the Bureau a headache? After all, they wouldn't dare do anything to Madison.

but……

If Louis finds out, I'll probably be in trouble. It's better to play it safe.

"she……"

Just as Constantine was about to come up with an excuse, several field team leaders suddenly received several phone calls. The next second, their expressions changed, and they raised their guns.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Constantine, your command has been revoked."

"From now on, it's up to us to do our part."

Constantine was taken aback, then cursed, "Fuck, this is really your style, killing the donkey after it has done its work. You're thinking of killing it before it's even finished. Fuck you."

He immediately spread his hands and stepped back.

I was secretly happy.

Finally, we can escape the vortex.

Fiona sighed, telekinesis, mind control, fire control.

The three miracles were used together.

This is the true value of the Supreme Witch.

Da da da! !

Intense flames began to spew from the gun muzzle at that moment, with a storm of metal and magical flames mingling together.

Walls, glass, tables...

All man-made objects were powerless against these destructive forces.

Under Fiona's protection and with Constantine's withdrawal, the witches were temporarily unharmed, but the field team, after all, had extensive experience dealing with mystical enemies.

Soon, the various special weapons began to take effect.

Furthermore, the convenience of modern weapons has begun to come into play.

On the roof of the building.

The Barrett sniper rifle was aimed at Madison, who had just poked his head out.

boom! ! !
A loud gunshot rang out.

This completely interrupted the battle.

(End of this chapter)