Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 391 Divine Duties: The Chaos of Tabad

Of course, before things could develop, Louis would probably have to consider how to protect his chastity first.

Louis frowned as he conjured up some indescribable images. Just then, his exceptionally sharp eyesight allowed him to see something strange.

In an area filled with sewage and narrow streets, there is a cement wall with seven or eight small holes drilled in it. Behind the wall, there is a row of fine netting, which, upon closer inspection, appears to be connected to electricity.

This thing seems a bit confusing at first glance.

But when several men wearing slippers, carrying dark, gooey milk tea, walked over, leering and pulling down their pants, everything seemed clear.

then……

sizzle-

Electric chicken!

bang bang bang...

A series of sounds of close contact with the ground rang out, and a well-dressed white man jumped out from behind, laughing and directing people to drag the electric chickens away.

A few moments later, several more young Indian men arrived, and the same thing happened again…

Louis was stunned by what he saw from above.

what is this?
Indian trap?

With just a wall and an electric fence, a slave-hunting operation could be launched quickly?

Good heavens, if the slave trade had been conducted by Indians, it would have been so much simpler and more convenient.

Louis couldn't resist his curiosity and looked in other directions, wanting to see what other eye-catching things were happening in this magical place besides the electric chicken boy.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

Lizards.

It's attached to the car's exhaust pipe.

They eat meat in the orphanage.

The nursing home charges ten rupees for dressing up an elderly person.

There were also cows with white tufts kneeling on the ground behind their tails, collecting cow dung and urine to use in medicine and milk tea...

Crime and superstition seem to be quite common here.

In a daze, Louis even felt that this place was hell.

"Fortunately, I was reborn in America, which is indeed freer and sweeter compared to other places."

Louis has been confirmed.

If I were to be reborn in India, and I were unlucky enough not to be of a high caste, I would most likely develop a twisted personality and become a demonic sorcerer who would launch a campaign to destroy a nation.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Louis returned his attention to his duties.

As the appointed administrators of the world, deities naturally have their responsibilities, and this is how the divine office came about.

As the god of the apocalypse, Louis is responsible for instigating various natural disasters and carrying out destructive actions. Looking at the world, countless natural disasters occur every day, but these are actually the world's spontaneous operation, without the intervention of the gods.

Only a few of them would prompt a god like Louis to take action.

Large-scale natural disasters or events that severely impact the world.

All of this is to conserve the world's resources and fill gaps in resources.

After carefully sensing the meaning of the world, Louis opened his eyes and frowned slightly.

The world's message is clear: this area is near the sea, and a large typhoon is needed to sweep across the surrounding area, extending all the way to Southeast Asia.

Furthermore, there are things in this region that affect global stability, requiring a natural disaster to bring them to justice.

"Seriously affecting world stability?" Louis wondered.

I glanced at a distant Indian state and vaguely sensed the complex human desires and dark atmosphere there.

Desire and dark forces intertwined and mixed together, forming a vortex, at the center of which something terrifying was hidden.

Louis pondered. At his current level, anything that could give him this feeling would most likely be related to gods or demons. He wondered whether the vortex contained a god or a demon.

But let's not rush into it.

Let's finish the first responsibility first.

Thinking of this.

The divine power of the three scales instantly ignited.

On sea level.

The weather suddenly underwent a subtle change.

Strands of air began to shift, converge, swirl, and grow...

What would normally take more than ten hours to form an eye of the storm was created in just one minute and is growing rapidly.

Buzz! ! !
The howling wind spun like a knife, its powerful force plunging into the sea and sucking up the water, instantly forming a waterspout.

A typhoon with initial winds exceeding level 10 was born at this moment.

The newly born Wind King, like a child yearning for food, turned its "eyes" to the land, where it would grow even more.

Huhuhu~
A typhoon is coming!

At this moment, the Indian authorities, in a surprising turn of events, did not react at all. Even the fishermen near the shore had already suffered when they belatedly noticed the dark clouds and the fierce winds.

But instead of issuing a warning, they drove a white zebu cattle toward the typhoon's path.

along the way.

Many Indians came out and followed behind the zebu, kneeling with each step they took. Gradually, they formed a long line.

More and more Indians are stopping running.

However, when the plump white zebu approached the disaster site, their animal instincts, which had gradually atrophied due to being well-fed and watered, finally kicked in, and they began to frantically sound the alarm.

The zebu's massive body hurriedly tried to turn back, but it fell flat on its back because it was moving too fast. It couldn't stand up and could only moo.

But the group of people following behind did nothing but shout something.

It makes the cow angry.

now.

The Wind King finally approached, arriving at a speed far faster than usual.

boom! !

Cars flew through the air, iron railings were uprooted, dilapidated houses shattered, the sky turned black, completely blocking out the sun, and a fierce storm raged down like knives, creating an unparalleled sense of oppression.

At a glance.

It was as if the heavens were angry and were about to destroy the world.

Those following the zebu finally realized they had to run, but it was too late. The powerful winds and the eerily fast speed left them nowhere to escape.

"Moo!!"

The white zebu cattle were the first to be swept up by the gale, followed by the emaciated lower castes of India, adding a faint touch of blood to the black, terrifying storm in an instant, but it vanished in a flash.

People scattered and fled, taking refuge in sewers, houses, and other buildings, enduring the immense power of nature.

They knelt on the ground, trembling, praying to various Hindu gods for protection, but to no avail. The terrifying wind king outside was still howling, mercilessly shattering their windows and pouring in the gale and torrential rain.

Moreover, its wind speed is still increasing. If the Indian authorities were to be more reliable, they would be able to determine that the wind force of this typhoon has exceeded level 15, making it a true typhoon king.

Even more terrifying is that it is still growing and is heading directly through India towards Southeast Asia.

In the sky.

Louis, who was guiding the winds, paid no attention to the carnage below. This was the way the world worked, not something He desired. Besides, if they didn't try to avoid it but instead actively faced it, then they would have to bear the consequences themselves.

Now, He is guiding the Wind Dynasty world toward the location of calamity.

And there happens to be a village called Tabad there.

……

While Louis was fulfilling his divine duties, the Watershed Company was stirring up trouble in its American headquarters.

Da da da……

The high heels made a crisp sound on the ground.

A tall, hot woman with fair, youthful skin walked out of the office, smiled as she looked at the job posting in her hand, and said, "A computer expert, a good target."

Mary Sue licked her sexy red lips. At that moment, her eyes uncontrollably split into two, spinning around in their sockets, one to the left and one to the right.

Snapped!
She slapped her eyes hard and rubbed them vigorously.

He stood up after a moment, exhaled, and said, "Phew, no, I have to find the great Demon King's son quickly and complete my mission."

"Before that, the plan can begin."

She called in the company employees and began giving instructions to package the perfect product, buy popular items, and promote it in preparation for its official release.

The employees didn't say much about it; they were all long-time employees of the Fenshuiling branch and knew what they should and shouldn't ask.

"Oh, right, let that job seeker in."

"Yes."

Soon, a man named Aaron walked in. He was a job seeker who had come for an interview, but he wasn't interested in the job Mary Sue had mentioned.

"Do you know what? You did offer a lot of money, but it was illegal and too easy to expose. Your drugs only have a few purchased certifications. With that, who are you trying to fool?"

"Only a fool would work for you!"

Aaron finished speaking dismissively and turned to leave.

But as soon as he turned around, he heard a strange noise behind him. When he turned around, he saw that the hot and sexy female interviewer had somehow put on a steel hood, with ferocious iron fangs. She pounced on him and bit his neck hard.

"Aaaaaah! You lunatic! Fuck!"

"..."

Pieces of flesh were torn off, and blood dripped onto the ground. Aaron struggled to break free and ran outside.

"Help! Help! Help me! There's a madwoman in here, she..."

Aaron was suddenly taken aback.

Because no one paid any attention to him; they were all busy with their own things, either drinking coffee or chatting with colleagues.

At this moment, Mary Sue came out, looked at Aaron who was still puzzled, and smiled.

Her eyes started rolling rapidly again. This time, even her body began to change. The skin under her armpits started to bulge, and gradually another pair of arms grew out.

Aaron stared at the monster in terror, backing away, crying out, "Help! Help!"

But still, no one paid any attention to him.

at last……

Crunchy——

All that remained was the sound of flesh being torn apart.

"The taste of human flesh is the most in line with the plan," Mary Sue muttered to herself, swallowing an eyeball and licking her lips.

"Manager." The employee who had just left walked over without even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

There's no way around it; if you saw corpses every day, you wouldn't have any emotional reaction.

"what happened?"

"The warm-up has already begun."

"Hmm, and then?"

"Some issues have arisen with other parts of the Five Senses Project."

"Ok?"

"The perfume and music have killed so many people that they have attracted the attention of the FBI."

Mary Sue smiled and said, "Is that so? Then let's release the perfume and music together."

"what?"

The employees were finally surprised.

No one knows better than them how inhumane the so-called perfume and music are. Releasing such a thing would have a huge impact and could lead to it being bombed by the military!
Did the board members know that the executives were doing this?

"Can't understand?"

Mary Sue coldly watched the employee, whose body was subtly activated by the perfect substance implanted in the employee. The employee immediately lowered his head and said, "Understood, I'll do it right away."

"Well, let's go."

Mary Sue stepped over the corpse and walked outside.

"Now, this identity can be discarded. Great son of the Demon King, your dear servant has arrived."

downstairs.

A red car is parked.

She got in and they drove off towards Washington.

That place is a gathering place for many diplomats and high-ranking officials, a political center, and also the abode of the Demon King's son.

And behind her.

Everyone at the Watershed branch has gone insane, their eyes filled with black matter, and they are frantically pushing forward Mary Sue's plan.

Soon, a huge mess was created.

……

While Mary Sue was causing trouble.

Louis has already maneuvered the typhoon across half of India, destroying countless buildings along the way. It is unstoppable, indiscriminate in its path, and nothing can stop it, no matter what it is.

At this point, Indian officials finally stopped hiding the truth and began releasing typhoon data to the public.

"According to preliminary measurements, the typhoon that made landfall on the coast this time has a wind force of level 15, and it is still rising, oh no, it's already level 16! It's still rising! It's still rising!"

"Perhaps we should change our name. This is the Wind King, and also the Hurricane."

"We can call it: Fayou."

Vayu, the wind god in Hindu mythology, has a very clear meaning when given this name.

"Now, the Brahma is almost crossing the entire territory. I hope everyone will take precautions and stay home for the next few days. Brahma will protect you..."

Snapped!
The TV screen is black.

Vinayak no longer wanted to hear what the news was reporting.

All he wants now is the treasure.

In the village of Tabad, Vinayak, dressed in tattered clothes, finally returned after sixteen years.

Looking at the village, his eyes were filled with longing, and beside him was his son.

He licked his lips, a look of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. He still remembered his mother's death sixteen years ago, the scene of her being killed by a strange monster—a scene he would never forget.

But he was not saddened.

It was precisely his mother's death that convinced him that his grandfather's secret was true: that a god named Hastur, who controlled gold and food, was truly imprisoned beneath their family's tomb!

That was a secret my great-grandmother knew.

The village chief's father became the village chief and enjoyed his wealth by relying on Nimi.

As his illegitimate son and the sole heir of the family, he believes the treasure rightfully belongs to him! His!
As for typhoons.

Once you've acquired wealth, what's a typhoon?

After all, without money, being alive is worse than being dead!

“Come on, my dear son, we’ll be rich soon. Of course, it will require you to take a little risk, but I assure you, it will all be worth it!”

(End of this chapter)