Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 382 Divine Punishment
Finished!

At that moment, only this sentence remained in Constantine's mind.

What will happen next when someone close to a god dies at the hands of a mortal?
Oh my god!
He could even picture the gods' wrath and the resulting natural disasters.

That would be an absolute disaster!
A catastrophe for all mankind!

"no!!!"

He couldn't help but shout.

The specially designed armor-piercing sniper bullets are so powerful that they can penetrate even a thick concrete wall, let alone the more vulnerable human body.

This is true.

Madison was blasted away like a cannonball and hung on the wall.

The immense power, along with Constantine's heart-wrenching screams as if his own father had died, momentarily brought Fiona to a standstill.

"Attention! All units, concentrate fire on the Supreme Witch. Artillery use permitted. Repeat..."

Command voices could still be heard over the walkie-talkie.

The next second, the soldiers and field team members pulled the trigger again.

However, they failed this time.

The vast sky.

A vast sea of ​​clouds.

Suddenly, a fierce wind arose, and the extreme air currents swept across everything in the sky. In just a few seconds, they transformed into black pillars of the sky like a sandstorm, raging across the heavens and earth.

The black currents resembled giant pythons, their thick, dark, and savage bodies coiling and swirling, dominating everyone's field of vision with an overbearing and domineering presence.

It's so bright it's blinding.

This, it seems, was merely a ritual performed before the emperor's journey.

The wind is howling.

The buildings are crying out in despair.

People without cover cried out in alarm.

Constantine roared, the witches screamed, the soldiers fired wildly, and even the High Priestess Fiona looked completely bewildered.

All these sounds transformed into grand ceremonial music at this moment, welcoming the arrival of a vast, magnificent, sacred, and inviolable will, as powerful as a prison!
A figure over ten meters tall, radiating gray light and a halo, emerged amidst the storm and music.

At that moment, everyone in the city prostrated themselves, unable to lift their heads.

This is a pure suppression of the essence of life.

The crushing dominance of higher beings over lower beings.

Even just seeing it makes one instinctively kneel down and submit.

There is nothing shameful about this, because protecting life is the instinct of every living being.

At this time, the coffee shop at the center of the storm was completely unrecognizable, leaving only ruins. Miraculously, none of the people there had died; they were just kneeling on the ground, unable to move.

However, this is not something to be happy about...

"Constantine! What is this? What is this?!"

One of the captains lay on the ground, shouting and screaming.

Constantine, leaning precariously against the ruins, gave a smile that seemed both mocking and self-deprecating. "Heh, guess?"

Also prone on the ground, Fiona, unable to maintain her elegance, seemed to have guessed something. "God? That new god? But why?"

The birth of gods in this era is already an incredible miracle.

And yet, this miracle happened right at this moment?
Is this considered lucky or unlucky?

Fiona didn't know that; all she knew was that it was very dangerous, and that the phantom in the sky really did have the power to crush her!
"Constantine! Stop hiding it, He's come down, He's come down, what's going on!"

"Fuck! You bunch of useless idiots, you should all be trampled to death by God, huff~"

"That person just now was one of God's people, someone very close to him, understand? So, how do you want to die?"

His words stunned everyone.

No one expected this reason, and for a moment, everyone fell silent.

After cursing a few times, Constantine shakily took out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked it as if he were being relieved. White smoke rose up, blurring his vision.

Through the smoke, he saw the figure, whose face he couldn't make out, fall to the ground.

Louis, now in his avatar, looked at the scene before him, used his privileges, and accessed the world's memories to easily learn everything.

He raised his eyebrows slightly.

In fact, he only sensed that Madison's protective charm had been broken, triggering the life-saving mechanism set up on him, which is why he lost consciousness.

Unexpectedly, Madison has been having a pretty exciting time lately.

I'm just a bit unlucky.

It seems they've become involved in some kind of conspiracy.

His gaze immediately fell on Constantine and Fiona. Constantine, well, he was probably carrying out some kind of commission, not a dog of the Bureau. However, he should know what conspiracy the Bureau was plotting.

As for Fiona...

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Louis's eyes.

I remember several years ago, in a coffee shop in New Orleans, when I was still a weakling, I met Fiona by chance. She was a charming, powerful, and morally ambiguous character in "The Coven." I was very nervous.

Oh right, she was having a conflict with her daughter at that time.

I never expected that our reunion after so many years would be like this.

Louis remained silent.

The people below were all suppressed and unable to raise their heads; their bodies were creaking and groaning, and they could only listen carefully to the sounds around them.

Unfortunately, they couldn't hear anything.

Everything was terribly oppressive.

The feeling of knowing danger is imminent, having a knife to one's throat, yet being powerless to do anything and at the mercy of others evokes complex emotions in everyone.

until……

"Okay, stop pretending."

The deathly silence was broken by a calm, ordinary male voice.

"Hey, don't you think they look funny?"

Madison suddenly opened his eyes, dusted himself off, got up from the ground, and said with a grin as if nothing had happened.

Louis's survival mechanism was enough to withstand a normal attack from the demon god, so how could it be broken by a sniper bullet?

What was broken was just the amulet.

Louis shook his head, and the phantom shrank and solidified, turning into a normal-sized human figure. He stood on the void, floating barefoot on the ground.

Madison, being very sensible, ran over and stood behind Louis. "Louis, let me tell you, those people, just now..."

That's right, she's tattled!
If you're being bullied, of course you should tell your man!
Louis stroked Madison's blond hair. Madison, who had been arrogant and haughty in front of Zoe and the others, like a grumpy big cat, was now incredibly docile, hugging Louis's arm and squinting her eyes in enjoyment.

"Well, I see."

Louis nodded slightly.

They didn't say anything.

He merely withdrew a portion of his divine power.

The next second, everyone subconsciously looked up.

then……

They saw the face of God.

My heart is pounding, my eyes are bulging, and all the muscles in my body are writhing wildly, trying to pursue that ultimate beauty.

Even the body's organs, and even the genes deep within, are screaming! Shouting!
Their eyes were glazed over, no, they were fanatical, a fanatical delusion of the mind!

Calling out the name of their favorite person or thing, they crawl forward little by little, using their fingers to pry, their teeth to bite, and their muscles to move. Their flesh breaks and their skin rubs against and merges with the ground. Their teeth break and their mouths bleed, their fingernails crack and become bloody messes, and their blood stains the ground, grotesquely twisted arcs on the ground.

They themselves are oblivious to the pain; all they feel is the joy of getting closer to "beauty." In fact, when their paths overlap and they encounter others, conflicts arise. They don't fire guns; instead, they engage in hand-to-hand combat, the most primal form of human combat, to take another person's life.

Their behavior was so insane it was terrifying. This is the truth: God cannot be looked at directly.

The little witches, including Zoe, were terrified by the scene. They huddled together for warmth, their eyes tightly shut, yet they still got goosebumps all over.

soon.

The wriggling "creepers" began to bite each other, much like the most primitive form of ancient Eastern Gu magic, where poisonous insects are placed in an earthenware jar and made to roll around and kill each other.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Louis ignored these enemies whom even He could not see in his true form, and instead looked at Constantine with a smile.

"John, we meet again. You don't seem to be doing well."

Constantine twitched the corner of his mouth, unsure of what to say.

He's seen his fair share of big events over the past twenty-odd years, but what happened today was still too much for him to handle.

Nobody would believe me if I told them!

Because of a mortal woman, a supreme god descended from the heavens, and then, the god's wrath was merely to allow the mortal to glimpse his divine countenance, and then...

Constantine glanced unconsciously at the "ball of flesh" that had fused together.

The stomach undulated slightly.

But it's holding up.

Fortunately, the God was relatively forgiving and did not take his anger out on the city, but only on those directly involved.

Finally, he forced a smile. "You know, I've never been in a very good state. I'm used to it."

Louis's smile suddenly became meaningful.

"Oh, you probably didn't understand what I meant."

"Did you know? Mortals have too many natural enemies, such as diseases, and such as... lung cancer, in its late stage."

???

!!!

Pupil earthquake.

Constantine's heart was pounding.

He swore that he had never been so emotionally agitated in his life, except for the first time he saw a ghost when he was a child because he had the ability to see ghosts.

"Oh, you, you must be joking, right, Mr. Cano?"

"God doesn't joke."

"..."

Constantine lay back, his entire body losing color, his eyes lifeless.

Good news, it seems Louis doesn't intend to hold a grudge against him.

Bad news: I have been diagnosed with lung cancer, and it's in its late stages.

The worst news is that he hasn't been recognized by Heaven yet, and if he dies, he will most likely go to Hell. No one knows that hellish place better than him!

Totally spicy!

"Do you think I still have a chance?" Constantine asked sadly, lighting another cigarette as he did so.

?

Louis was astonished.

Good grief, he's still smoking!
It's no wonder you got lung cancer!

"Yes, I can save you."

“Respected, loving, renowned, great deity whom I have always admired and who will surely become your follower in the future, please have pity on your future follower and bestow some blessings upon him! Merciful spirit of God!” Constantine immediately knelt down and imitated the Eastern custom of three kneelings and nine kowtows.

"Easy to say."

Louis waved.

A tiny bit of divine power attached itself to Constantine, giving his body a sense of vitality, but before Constantine could express his gratitude...

"We'll talk about your matter later."

She immediately stopped looking at him and instead looked at Fiona, who was staring in disbelief, seemingly lost in thought.

"Coven," a horror series that is said to be a horror story but is more of a fantasy and idol drama, mainly tells the story of a group of peculiar witches, each with their own characteristics, from bitches to black widows, from scheming villains to fair and just people, and also features the violence and sex that Americans cannot miss.

Among them, Fiona, a woman who is often selfish and even killed the previous High Priestess in order to obtain the position of High Priestess and tried to kill the next High Priestess, is arguably the most charismatic character.

However, that has nothing to do with the present.

“Salem, the Supreme Witch, why don’t you try to escape?” Louis asked with interest.

Fiona forced a smile, completely failing to maintain her composure. "I don't think I can escape from under the nose of a god."

"Give it a try. Your witches' abilities are quite interesting: resurrection, teleportation, divination. They have great potential."

As for other fire control methods, Louis didn't mention them.

hum! !

Fiona's body blurred slightly for a moment, but remained in place and did not leave.

Clearly, the teleportation attempt failed.

Because Louis's divine power still covers this area.

What? Simple life suppression?
Divine power is not something so inconvenient!

Fiona looked at Louis with a slightly respectful expression, as if to say, "I have done as you instructed."

Louis suddenly felt a little bored.

This is what happens when you gain power and status. People who were once unruly and arrogant change, and things that used to seem good become boring.

“Although you want to kill Madison, you haven’t done it yet. I don’t subscribe to the presumption of guilt rule, so…”

Whoosh!
A cross-shaped stake appeared out of thin air and stood on the concrete ground.

Fiona understood and stepped forward.

The iron chain automatically wraps around and tightens.

Then, wisps of flame began to rise from the bottom up and quickly grew stronger.

boom! !

In the struggling gazes of Zoe and the others.

The flames finally completely engulfed Fiona.

A piercing scream echoed through the sky.

but.

She is not dead.

Although the witches are physically fragile, they possess unique abilities. Fiona only suffered the pain of being burned by flames once, and she can slowly recover by using potions. If all else fails, she can even die and then be resurrected.

Snapped.

The chains came loose, and Fiona, dressed entirely in black, collapsed to the ground, where Zoe and the others rushed over to help her up.

"It won't happen again."

Say it.

Louis did not look at Fiona again.

The Salem witches have unique abilities, but he has plenty of time to figure them out; for now…

His gaze was directed toward the outskirts of New Orleans.

There, a scientific research team dressed in white protective suits was capturing a group of black witches. Of course, at this moment, they were all lying on the ground, unable to move.

Louis's focus was not on the black witches, but on the white troops.

They seem a bit odd.

It doesn't look like a human.

Like... a bastard?
(End of this chapter)